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spacelasagna · 8 months

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posting part 1 cause I wanted to prove that I'm alive (still working on Morgana, she'll show up soon dun worry)

massive thanks to all of you lovely folks who suggested a character, it helps me slowly recover from my never-ending art block

filled out only partially in case anyone else feels like requesting their meow-meows, I'm still waiting 👀

#nari of the eternal forest #hisirdoux casperan #aja tarron #krel tarron #tales of arcadia #3 below #toa rott #color wheel character challenge #drawing game #every time i draw douxie he looks slightly different #and every time we kiss i swear i could fly #just ignore aja's leg situation for now thanks #my art

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toad-in-a-trenchcoat · 26 days

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still haven’t gotten to the movie but I really like Skrael’s expression in this bit so I wanted to draw it

#Not quite exact but he was talking so-#toad’s notes #Toad’s trolls #Trollhunters #tales of arcadia #toa rott #skrael #scene redraw #frame redraw #Don’t look at the teeth too hard #The arcane order

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what-if-toa-rott · 4 months

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Trollhunters Rise of the Titans: WHAT IF [fandom project]

It's here!!! Enjoy!!!

#what if toa rott #toa rott #toa fandom #tales of arcadia rise of the titans #toa rott fix it fic #tales of arcadia #tales of arcadia fandom #toa rott fanart

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mixedfandomer · 4 days

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I’m laughing so fucking hard at this clickbait ad from Pinterest

That’s fucking tales of Arcadia

they poorly edited the blonde girl and Shannon Lohannon’s kiss into a screenshot of turning red

#toa #tales of arcadia #i think it’s from #3below #but not 100% sure #so I’ll tag all of them to be safe #rott #rise of the titans #trollhunters #wizards #toa wizards #toa rott

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geekinator · 3 months

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Just finished showing my boyfriend Tales of Arcadia. Some of his thoughts (please note these opinions do not represent the opinions of everyone associated with this blog, most notably that of the first bullet point):

- Varvatos Vex is what makes 3 Below watchable.

-“I hate it,” in response to the ending. “It implies the amulet chose wrong the first time.”

- The 9th configuration is so conceptually lame.

- Archie’s dad rocks.

- The animation in the movie is beautiful, Nari’s design is so pretty, and the Titan’s design is very cool.

- Steve’s mpreg: it’s funny but I hate it.

- Toby being the butt of the joke at the beginning of the movie about not knowing where to send him because they don’t think he’s good for anything is such a disservice to his character and regressive on the writers’ parts, especially since it’s Blinky saying it.

- The idea of a magic neutralizing ray is ridiculous, and makes Toby’s “sacrifice” all the more ridiculous.

- Akiridion tech and magic being compatible is kind of like when Thor says that Asgard’s tech is what humans call magic.

- Steve was robbed of being the first Knight of the modern age, a competent and skillful person who can actually do anything.

#for the glory of Merlin #tales of arcadia #toa #toa rise of the titans #toa rott #trollhunters #toa trollhunters #3below #toa 3below #toa wizards #wizards #jim lake jr #toby domzalski #claire nuñez #varvatos vex

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lilith-91 · 3 months

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"Douxie or Steve should have gotten Excalibur, not Jim"

"Douxie was the real owner of the Excalibur"

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Sorry guys but I think we have watched a different series 🤷‍♀️

#trollhunters #jim lake jr #tales of arcadia #toa rott

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aaaarsonist · 5 months

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Okay, here goes nothing. Some spoilers ahead.

Today will be my first time rewatching "Rise of the titans".

Context of the first time I watched this movie: I binged Trollhunters and 3Bellow in a month while preparing a final exam, and Wizards was my reward the same day I took it. They were literally my emotional support during that awful month, and I'll always be thankful for them. Even 3B, although I didn't enjoy it as much as the others and seemed endless, it served to keep me company and distract me a little from the stress. So, when the movie was confirmed, I was super excited. I talked a lot with two of my friends who watched the series, and arranged with one of them to watch the movie together the night it came out with a Netflix party. It didn't end well.

As I said, Trollhunters was a very important emotional support. Not just because of that month, but because everytime I felt down, I watched my favorites episodes, the one that made me laugh, and the one that made me cry, "Hero with a thousand faces" and "Jimhunters". So what did I do when the movie ended?

I cried from the anger. I cried because they erased everything I loved, like all the things that helped me feel better were absolutely nothing. I cried because I had lost something that made me feel good, complete, and had been left with a hole in my chest. Yeah, I could still watch the series whenever I wanted, but then I'll remember "oh yeah, this is pointless, Jim's not the Trollhunter and will never be, and all of this will never happen" aaaaand I would cry again. It's like, why did I even watch Jim overcome his fears, his insecurities, form bonds, grow up, if none of this will ever happen? Just to have the knowledge that Jim remembers everything and will suffer from it? Yeah no, fuck you.

I know it sounds dramatic, but I've always felt strong emotions towards the things I formed a strong emotional bond with. I remember sending my friend voice messages crying my heart out and then falling asleep completely drained.

So, yeah, I don't feel a lot of good things about this movie. The wery few things I enjoyed from the movie (again, I'm talking about the first time I watched, we'll see if it changes) are:

The animation.

The only thing I can't argue with is that the animation is fucking amazing. The backgrounds, the fights, the magic. It looks fucking great.

Eli's design and Aja in queen mode

Ignoring everything that comes with it (the reunion with Steve, the stupid pregnancy thing) I'm a simp for them, they can step on me whenever they want. My feelings towards Aja may or may not change today though lol

The Jlaire moments

Not much to say here, I cried with everyone one of them and I love their relationship so much.

Aaaaand that's it. I don't remember any more good things. I wish I could listen to the voice messages I sent my friend but there's no sign of them.

#this is not going to be fun #btw I didn't talk much about wizards cuz my feelings are still the same. it needed the time they gave 3B #trollhunters #jim lake junior #jim lake jr #claire nuñez #toa 3below #toa wizards #toa trollhunters #toa rott #toby domzalski #blinky galadrigal #walter strickler #toa aja #eli pepperjack #steve palchuk #hisirdoux casperan

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makethiscanon · 1 year

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Forgotten in the Frosted Hills: Part 1

'Post my forgotten WIPs' won out on the poll, so here's chapter one of a Krel x Fem!Reader who likes the cold fic. Sorry Skrael lovers, he does feature but isn't the pairing.

Word Count: 1750 || Rating: Teen || Warnings: Mild Threat/Violence || Tags (Chapter Specific): Plot-Focused, Reasonably Canon-Compliant, Adventure, Fantasy Realism, First Encouters, Prologue, Reader is English for Specific Arcadia Canon Purposes.

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You didn’t mind the cold. In fact, compared to the heatwaves of summer, you absolutely adored it. People often questioned how you could stand to walk around in light dresses when everyone else wore thermals. Truth was, you liked being chilly. The bitterest winter winds were a tickle on your skin, and in the cold you finally felt like you could focus. Summer sunshine only ever brought discomfort, leaving you stranded indoors where you would not burn or melt.

People often commented on your odd preference, but you didn’t mind. Not until your oddity caught the eye of someone you wished it didn't.

It was a mid-winter afternoon in rural England. Not as cold as usual for the time of year, but certainly enough to keep most people indoors. You, however, were out on the hills. The fields were empty, cattle nestled up warm in barns some many miles away, giving you the freedom to wander at your leisure. No coat. No hat. Just a thin dress, and tights that had no other function than to hide the imperfections of your legs.

You were strolling the hillsides, trying your best to locate an unusual tree-stump that had caused a ruckus at school today. Apparently, it had appeared out of nowhere, but looked like an ancient throne. You didn’t know if you believed the rumour, but it never hurt to check on days like today. It was too cold for anyone else to be out, meaning you could make a fool of yourself if the rumour turned out to be fake, and no one would know.

It was odd, actually. The past few days, you’d almost been certain someone was watching you. With fields stretching on for miles out here, though, there was nowhere for someone to hide.

You walked on, wondering if the colder bite to the air was just your imagination. But as you carried on, you began to notice frost speckling the grass underfoot. Your breath turned to white clouds. You smiled. You hoped that meant snow.

When you reached the peak of the hill, you stilled. Beyond, the land fell into a shallow crater, sloped on every side. It was a natural phenomenon, though the people from town often said it had ties to the Fae. You usually scoffed at such stories, and had wandered here plenty to know that wasn’t true.

But this time the crater – and the crater, alone – was white. Not with snow. With frost. And there, in the saddle between the four hillsides stood the throne, its dark wood standing out against the icy ground.

You edged down the slope to get a closer look, watching your footing as the frost turned thicker. With every few steps, the air grew colder. Alarmingly so. You’d never felt it so clearly before. It was fresh and invigorating, and you were sure any other person would have turned back with frostbite by now.

You felt eyes on you as you descended into the crater. When you were almost close enough to touch the throne, you stopped. The hairs along your arms and neck were prickling. You scanned the hilltops for signs of a lurker, but no one was there. But there had to be. You could feel them.

After a moment, you turned your attention back to the throne. Now that you were close, you could see the intricate carvings in the wood. They looked old. You’d walked this part of the hills many times before. A tree-throne this worn, it should have been here for decades, but you had never seen it before.

Being a reluctant skeptic, you hoped this was proof enough of something more than human. You wanted to believe. Perhaps now you could.

Figuring you needed to give it a once over to make sure it wasn’t some artsy installation, you ran your hands along the bark, then froze as a humourless chuckle carried on the wind.

“Don’t you feel it?”

Someone was behind you. You turned to look, but found no one there. Yet the hairs on the back of your neck still prickled.

“You aren’t like the others.”

This time, the voice sounded more concrete. Not something you could so easily dismiss.

You turned to look at the throne once more, coming face to face with a being that was as ancient as time itself. Your breath caught. You were too surprised to move.

He looked thin, with skin as blue as frost, eyes as black and as bright as the night sky, and was wrapped in a shroud with the skull of some ancient horned being adorning his head. It was not in his face that you saw his age, for his façade looked no older than you, but as soon as you laid eyes upon him, you felt your own mortality, and how small it was in the presence of his eternity.

He smiled a wicked smile.

“At last, we meet in person.”

He sat in the throne, one knee hooking over its arm as he claimed it leisurely, exposing a portion of his bare leg as his shroud slipped down into his lap.

“Aren’t you… cold?” You asked. It was a strange thing to ask, out of every uncertainty running rampant in your mind, yet somehow felt the safest of many questions. Suddenly, here was a being confirming every wild story of the Fae you had ever heard. He was physical proof that there was more to the world than what it seemed. Yet you were too scared to ask about any of it.

His smile grew wider, his eyes unblinking.

“I fathom I am just as cold as you.”

You almost told him that you didn’t feel the cold, only you stopped yourself once you saw the blackened ends of his fingertips, plagued by frostbite.

He noticed what you had seen. Raising a hand to study himself, turning it this way and that, he spared it but a glance before returning attention to you in full.

“Haven’t you ever wondered why the cold doesn’t bother you? Why it is, that others must wrap themselves in layers when the temperatures plummet, and you do not?”

How did he know that?

In a blink, he was behind you. His hands found your bare arms and he trailed his fingers across your skin. They felt so incredibly, impossibly cold. But it was not uncomfortable. He mused, pressing his nose into the side of your hair, his breath against your ear.

“My touch can kill animals, and wither plants to nought. Yet, you do not flinch.”

He slipped in front of you, hovering off the ground, bringing his face close to yours. His white-blue irises were so bright they were frightening.

You felt a dread welling in your stomach, one that could not be abated as you took a step back. At last we meet in person, he had said. Who was he, this creature from whom you could feel not an ounce of kindness, yet spoke to you without malice? He was asking questions you had never pondered, making you wonder about impossibilities no human ever need wonder.

“I… like the cold.” You said after a moment, aware he was hinting at such a thing anyway. “But who are you? Why does it sound like you know me?”

You being here was coincidence, and nothing more. It was by chance you had stumbled onto him, by chance you had sought out the throne. He knew all about your preference for the cold, yet it could simply be his deduction. You had willingly wandered into the middle of a frost-patch in a dress, after all.

“I am Skrael of the North Wind,” he offered. But his next words sent a shiver down your spine. “And you are to be my bride.”

Without an ounce of humour, an ounce of leeway, his words settled over you like a chill you never thought you could experience.

“Wh-what’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, taking yet another step back. He had to be a trickster. He couldn’t really mean it. “I don’t know you.”

He glided towards you, following even as you continued to step back. You made it to the edge of the frost patch before he slipped behind you, grabbing your wrist. You span, hoping to dislodge his grip, but to your utmost horror, he was unfathomably stronger than his thin body looked.

“If you fight me, I shall make this difficult.” He warned, icy talons forming on the tips of his fingers. “You are my bride, ____, whether you like the fact, or not.”

“I can’t be.” You demanded, trying again to pull free. “You’ve got the wrong girl.”

He chuckled humourlessly.

“I would not stoop so low as to willingly put my hands on a mortal. I have studied you closely for weeks. There can be no other. You are my destined bride.”

He was insane. Bride was one thing. Destined bride was something else entirely.

“Let me go.” You demanded, using your other hand to try to pry him off. But his grip held fast. He watched your helpless struggle with clear amusement. He did not stop you. Your pathetic attempt was futile.

“Come.” He said, after tiring of your games. “I wasted enough time pursuing you. Now that I have you, the day of reckoning draws nearer.”

He floated back towards the centre of the frost patch, unfazed by your struggling. You tried to pull back, to kick your heels into the ground, but nothing stopped him. The agonisingly slow pace at which he moved only served to amp up your distress as he neared the blackened wood throne.

“Stop!” You wailed with a shriek, embedding your nails into the flesh of his hand. He stopped with a sudden jolt. You realised then that it was not the scratching, but the shriek that had faltered him. So with a deep breath, you shrieked again, hoping it would stun him.

But the only thing your cry served was to earn you a fierce slap across the cheek, and a glare that promised all hell should you do it again. The pain was excruciating. It burned and stung, and knocked your sight blind for a moment.

Skrael said nothing. With you knocked into a stupor, he pulled you to the throne and placed his hand upon the wood. In an instant, you, the throne, and even the frost vanished, leaving not a trace that they had ever existed.

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[WRITING MASTERLIST]

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abittersweetraisin · 9 months

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Credits to biancasiercke in twitter. There was a moment in 3below where Nana said to Varvatos something about having been a spy back in World War. I had thought, if she's that old then they're gonna reveal she's actually a witch when we reach Wizards. Sadly, that wasn't the case.

#i loved nana Domzalski #fanart #toa #tales of arcadia #toa rott #toa rise of the titans #nana domzalski #nancy domzalski #douxie casperan #douxie #toby domzalski

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falling-hand-in-unlovable-hand · 6 months

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i just fucking realized something. why didn't jim's MAGIC armor get deactivated by the anti magic beam during the last fight during ROTT??? i can't even

#kiwifae says shit #trying to rework those last bits of rott for fic purposes and haugh #tales of arcadia #toa rott #it keeps getting worse

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spacelasagna · 2 years

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they are in love, your honor

As requested by lovely @coronahamilton1964 a lifetime ago (thank you again for your kind messages and I’m so sorry it took me this long to finish), I did some redesigns for young adult Krel and Douxie 💙 couldn’t decide which wings I liked better

I was heavily inspired by this, this and this, so credit, special thanks and thousand kudos for their awesome works and ideas to @gayspiderman, @yellowmagicalgirl and @peanutbell, go follow their blogs for even more incredible stuff!!!

#tales of arcadia #hisirdoux casperan #douxie #krel tarron #toa #toa wizards #toa 3below #krexie #gaylen!krel #toa rott #my art

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what-if-toa-rott · 2 months

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Aaand the What If ToA Rott blooper video is up!!

Welcome to 2.5 years worth of memes and shitposts.

Thanks everyone for sticking with us! Enjoy! :D

#what if toa rott #toa rott #toa rott fanart #toa rott fix it fic #toa fandom #tales of arcadia rise of the titans #tales of arcadia fandom #Youtube #thanks @capsulect for the upload!#hope you guys like it!

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elena--89 · 1 year

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ROTT movie ending is hilarious because Jim's plan would've worked if he still was the Trollhunter. Dude could've solos the verse.

Imagine the poor Bular against Jim....

#trollhunters #jim lake jr #tales of arcadia #toby domzalski #bular #lol the writers are dumbasses #toa rott #worst decision ever

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toad-in-a-trenchcoat · 2 months

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So RoTT definitely exists

I’ve seen a couple things here or there that do intrigue me, and could make me consider it cool/interesting, but given the plot stuff and implications and generally everything I doubt I’ll ever watch it (unless I become determined to watch the whole franchise for the heck of it, but probably not)

Anyway, I’d been listening to songs from the httyd soundtracks (plus some Kung Fu Panda ones) and was thinking

“THIS. Dreamworks is capable of works of art. If ToA had done a movie like THIS that would’ve been awesome”

but then I saw this addition to a post