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How would Angor react to seeing his on and off again S/O after getting out from that rubble in the temple? Like, they're a crystal witch/mage/whatever and they come looking for him because they finally sensed those crystals in his skin after all these years? This is probably a really weird ask, but i would love to see your take on this!

Hello! Sorry for the long wait and here you go! I tried a more realistic approach :) (I hope at least haha)

You were you at your job when you felt sharp shivers shoot up your spine. The scanner in your hands slipped out of your grip and clattered on the counter, along with a fizzing crack as the energy drink you were scanning fell off the counter and split open. Your eyes were wide and you could feel your heart-beat frantically in your chest. That familiar energy aura could only belong to one man. Or troll. Angor Rot.

Angor was alive? You could feel hands on your shoulders guiding you away from the counter, your co-worker easily taking your place and finishing the check-out with the horrified customer. Your other co-works worried over you, fearing that you had a heat stroke. Arcadia was an awfully hot place after all. You waved off their concerns but clocked out for the day at their persistence that you go home and get some rest. 

You could barely drive, your nerves buzzing in your arms clutched the steering wheel tightly. You were so sure that he was lost to the sands of time. Hundreds of years had gone by and that same aura had been snuffed. Until now. You felt anxious and excited all at the same time. Now Angor had been something of a ‘on-and-off lover’ as today’s society calls it. Yet that was many, many years ago. Before many humans took to cities and built their society; abandoning magic in their wake. When Angor left and many humans turning against the old days of magic and spells, you blended among society. You were a witch among harvesting the life and spells from special gems and crystals. That’s how you met Angor, actually. You were harvesting crystals and had found him from his aura his stone crystals gave off. It went off from there.You pulled into your apartments drive through and exited your car with a sigh, shutting the door behind you and fondling your eyes to press the lock button. With the satisfying beep from your car, you headed towards your apartment. You climbed the metal stairs and approached your wooden door. You took in the worn wood and the rusty numbers nailed into your apartment door. One of the numbers had fallen off, leaving behind a dusty residue of the past number behind. Finally, you sighed. Fishing out your keys from your pocket and unlocking the door. You shut the squeaky door behind you, locking it back in place before resting your back against the wooden surface. “What am I going to do?” You groan, cupping your forehead with a hand and closing your eyes. “It’s been millennia. You need to get over him.” With a silent shiver, and trembling of your fingertips, you opened your eyes. “I can sense you,” You grumbled, pushing yourself forward and letting your hand falling to your side. “Stop hiding, Angor.” 

A raspy chuckle greeted you and the familiar, slender shape of the crystal troll fell from the ceiling, landing as graceful as a cat. “Even an assassin such as myself could never remain hidden from your magic.” He responded, gazing down at you with an intense amber stare. You forced yourself to avert your gaze, crossing your arms to your chest in a sense of security. You remained silent but tilted your head to watch him take in your apartment. His steel gaze narrowing in disgust at the ripped wallpaper, crooked picture frames and the distant sound of a leaky faucet. “A sorceress such as yourself, reduced to a place of rubble.” He growled under his breath and you found yourself becoming defensive of your home. Sure, it wasn’t perfect, but it was home!

 “I’m not a sorceress anymore!” You snapped, tensing as his attention turned towards you. “Those days of making potions and harvesting crystals are over Angor. Time has changed while you were gone.” You felt anger as he stared at you in disbelief. Was it really so hard for him to accept you have moved on from magic? You suddenly looked sheepish as you looked at the ground, avoiding his stare. “We have both changed.” 

Angor was silent for a heartbeat but stepped forward to gently cup your chin with a clawed hand. “My dear,” he rumbled. “Things may have changed,” He agreed silently. “But my affections surely haven’t.” He finished. You felt your cheeks reddened at the statement but you firmly lifted your arm and grasped his hand with your own, pulling it away from your chin gently. “Angor,” You breathed, flustered but determined. “You can’t just vanish for decades and then come crawling back.” You grimaced at your own words, especially when Angor flinched in response. “I’ve changed as a person and I fear I’m no longer the same person you fell for all those years ago.” You rubbed your arms in comfort, tears building up behind your eyes. “I think we should wait a while before rushing into another relationship.” 

Angor let out a raspy but silent sigh and he lowered his arm, taking a step back. “Very well,” He agreed. You watched silently as he approached the window but looked over his shoulder. “Don’t forget that my affections are true, (Y/N).” With that, he was gone and you felt a rush of emotions. You did love him so dearly as well, but you know this was for the best. After all, there was always the future. 

#Angor Rot #Trollhunters #trollhunters fanfiction #reader insert #reader #wizard reader

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Absence Whoops

Hey wow, it has been a while.  I’m really sorry for vanishing off the earth. I had a major writer's block and I decided to take a break. But 3 below part 2 aired and I gained some motivation back, so I’m opening my inbox for anyone to send in requests for me to write. 

#trollhunters #fanfiction #reader insert

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Baglar (Bular×Bagdwella)

Would read a fic about it

I find the ship unique and cute tbh. It seems unlikely and really out there but honestly? In the right hands this ship would be very interesting 👀👀

#rare pair #trollhunters #bular

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Curious!!

Send me a ship and I’ll fill out how I feel about it.

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Sweats

Me: *asks my followers to send me writing prompts*

My Followers: *send writing prompts to my inbox*

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hello simplytrolls

#//aggressive sweating

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Like if you’re a #gunmar fan, reblog if you’re a #bular fan.

#SWEATS #Sorry gunmar #//shrug

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it took blinky a decade or three to catch on

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The surface has fallen, and humanity lives in fear. Humanity has learned to survive in groups, living by the rules to keep each other safe from the man-eating trolls that come at night. Jim Lake Jr is sick of Rules and only wishes to protect those he loves.

What if he gets his wish?

#I made a new story #Trollhunters #fanfiction #trollhunters fanfiction #Draal #jim lake jr #jim #bular

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i guess it’s dumb lazy comic time

Original here!

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Hi! What to you think about either Angor or Bular being SUPER ticklish and their cute S/O finds out about it and now they're basically killing them with it every time they mess with them or to cheer them up. What do you think of you do one and I do the other? (Your work is amazing!!👍🌙)

Angor absolutely hates it. When you find out, he passes it off as a one-time thing. Although, when you start to try and ambush him he takes the time to scope out his surroundings before letting his guard down. Bular may accidentally elbow you in the face if you try and ambush this guy with tickles. He's a warrior and runs on instinct when provoked without warning. nine times out of ten you’ll end up with a bloody nose or some minor injury. 

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I hope you don't mind if I just do both and you do your own? Mention me when you do it ! :0 Also thank you

#Trollhunters #bular #angor rot #reader #reader insert

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:0!! Go ahead!

How would Morgana react to falling for a completely ordinary human? Like, just some random person who works for the Janus order. Not even a changeling. Would she try and give them immortality so they can't leave her? I imagine she'd feel conflicted given her goals and ambitions clashing with new feelings.

Morgana tried to convince herself that there was nothing about the human that was even remotely interesting. She had been keeping in touch with her creations through the phonograph, directing their decisions on her behalf. Every time the changelings spoke to her, they were always present. A human. Why were her creations utilizing a mortal? What was so special about them to be able to be a member among the Janice Order and be able to be even near her presence? Morgana could feel herself being called, the changelings once again calling for her assistance. She considered just ignoring the call, although she hesitated. There was a possibility the human may be present, the human she had found herself becoming drastically curious about. The nagging itch in the back of her head egged her onward, curious. Morgana, after what felt like a century, relented and she found her presence edged inside the Phonograph, staring at a restless group of changelings. Within the group, she saw the human. They were clutching a clipboard, staring anxiously at the Phonograph. A changeling in the front tugged at their shirt collar, shuffling. “Maybe our Lady Creator is busy today?” Another changeling agreed silently. “Wait!” one called, pointing. “It’s humming!” Suddenly the Phonograph was crowded, the group staring with wide eyes. Morgana stifled her amusement, the Phonographs dial turning slowly to acknowledge her presence. “Pale lady,” The lead changeling stepped forward. “We seek your advice, what can we do in these times?” They leaned closely, stilling to listen to Morgana’s whisper. They stepped back, eyes wide. “Pale lady, you wish to speak to the human?” They breathed. All eyes turned on the human, and they froze. Morgana wanted to speak to them? The lead changeling looked towards the Phonograph in questioning but froze. “Understood,” They swallowed turning. “Come, brother and sisters, Our lady wishes to speak alone.” Morgana learned much about you. You had come to the Janice Order when you discovered you ‘brother’ to be a changeling. Instead of being upset and angry, you wanted to help protect them. Over time you managed to gain the trust of the other changelings and became an intern for the order. Instead of the itch of curiosity being gone like she wanted, it only became stronger. She became more interested in you as time went on, even seeking you out outside of the Phonograph. 

 The rise of Gunmar and bringing the internal night conflicted her for the first time in millennia. You were human, your fragile body and weak humanity wouldn’t stand a chance against her plans. Yet, what if she took away your mortality? She chuckled, her golden whisp-like form circling you lazily as you stared in confusion and awe. “Come with me.” Morgana hummed, the golden whisp glowing gently as she guided you away from your chambers. You, curious and intrigued, followed her without question. You were inside the elevator and rising upward towards the surface before the screams of dying changelings could reach your ears. 

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I was wondering if i could get maybe some Yandere!Strickler with a fellow teacher at the AO high school whom he's taken a liking to? Or maybe a Yandere!Gunmar coming across a human dancing/singing in the privacy of the Arcadia woods? (I love your writing you're so amazing! RUNS)

Stricklander didn’t want to get attached. Even when you would stop by his office and ask how his day was or bring him coffee even when he never asked you to. Stricklander tried to say that he didn’t enjoy the pleasant conversations you both shared during your lunch breaks. Although, after you invited him out to tea, he could deny that he had rousing feelings for you. Although, it was dangerous. Gunmar was too soon take back the surface for troll-kind, devouring humans in his wake. You wouldn’t make it, at least, not without him. Tonight was the night all changelings and Gumm-Gumms alike had been waiting for. Stricklander watched you with narrowed, glowing and yellow cat-like pupils as you walked down the hallway of Arcadia Oaks, turning the corner that leads to your classroom. He stalked forward silently, sighing gently. He was doing this for you, to protect you. He made sure your limb body didn’t hit the floor before dragging you away. 

#stricklander #strickler #Trollhunters #yandere #reader insert #reader

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How would Morgana react to falling for a completely ordinary human? Like, just some random person who works for the Janus order. Not even a changeling. Would she try and give them immortality so they can't leave her? I imagine she'd feel conflicted given her goals and ambitions clashing with new feelings.

Morgana tried to convince herself that there was nothing about the human that was even remotely interesting. She had been keeping in touch with her creations through the phonograph, directing their decisions on her behalf. Every time the changelings spoke to her, they were always present. A human. Why were her creations utilizing a mortal? What was so special about them to be able to be a member among the Janice Order and be able to be even near her presence? Morgana could feel herself being called, the changelings once again calling for her assistance. She considered just ignoring the call, although she hesitated. There was a possibility the human may be present, the human she had found herself becoming drastically curious about. The nagging itch in the back of her head egged her onward, curious. Morgana, after what felt like a century, relented and she found her presence edged inside the Phonograph, staring at a restless group of changelings. Within the group, she saw the human. They were clutching a clipboard, staring anxiously at the Phonograph. A changeling in the front tugged at their shirt collar, shuffling. “Maybe our Lady Creator is busy today?” Another changeling agreed silently. “Wait!” one called, pointing. “It’s humming!” Suddenly the Phonograph was crowded, the group staring with wide eyes. Morgana stifled her amusement, the Phonographs dial turning slowly to acknowledge her presence. “Pale lady,” The lead changeling stepped forward. “We seek your advice, what can we do in these times?” They leaned closely, stilling to listen to Morgana’s whisper. They stepped back, eyes wide. “Pale lady, you wish to speak to the human?” They breathed. All eyes turned on the human, and they froze. Morgana wanted to speak to them? The lead changeling looked towards the Phonograph in questioning but froze. “Understood,” They swallowed turning. “Come, brother and sisters, Our lady wishes to speak alone.” Morgana learned much about you. You had come to the Janice Order when you discovered you ‘brother’ to be a changeling. Instead of being upset and angry, you wanted to help protect them. Over time you managed to gain the trust of the other changelings and became an intern for the order. Instead of the itch of curiosity being gone like she wanted, it only became stronger. She became more interested in you as time went on, even seeking you out outside of the Phonograph. 

 The rise of Gunmar and bringing the internal night conflicted her for the first time in millennia. You were human, your fragile body and weak humanity wouldn’t stand a chance against her plans. Yet, what if she took away your mortality? She chuckled, her golden whisp-like form circling you lazily as you stared in confusion and awe. “Come with me.” Morgana hummed, the golden whisp glowing gently as she guided you away from your chambers. You, curious and intrigued, followed her without question. You were inside the elevator and rising upward towards the surface before the screams of dying changelings could reach your ears. 

#morgana #i love morgana?? shes so pretty #though evil #Trollhunters #trollhunters morgana #reader insert #reader #changelings

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Horse

People you don’t understand this show was complete anarchy

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Hey guys just a reminder that I need more asks !!

It’s open currently :)

#trollhunters #reader inserts #reader insert #multi fandom blog

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Heya! I saw that you did some villain characters turning Yandere for the readers, what about a reader becoming Yandere for the characters? I think it would be interesting, especially if the reader was able to takedown said character to the point of how the victims in your hc's get. (Ps: I'm actually doing one right now😉🌙) Your work is Awesome!!

Oh wow! what a twist. I’ve seen your fic before!! It was pretty good btw (sorry for getting to this ask pretty late btw) —Ok, so it would really depend on what kind of yandere, but lets say for the sake of  this ask they are a secret and cunning yandere who seems innocent at first, but are actually really crazy.The reader would have to be smart. Like, really clever and smart to be able to go after a troll (or changeling). The reader would also have to most likly be on the side of the ones they are pursuing (After Bular? Possibly play off as a changeling.) Im not really sure how to do this ask, since it isn’t directed at a certain character, but I hope this gives some insight? 

#Trollhunters #draal the deadly #bular the vicious #bular #Draal #reader insert #reader #yandere #yandere reader