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bluheaven-adw · 9 months

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Idea for a HC! Jim has Douxie figure out and refine the 'human' potion for Blinky so he can control how long it lasts, and Jim helps him experience more of the things he had wanted to try but can't because sunlight. Things like the beach, boogie boarding, Jim's cooking (this one is Blinky's favorite), camping, other father/son bonding things that will have sun exposure.

The fact that, at some point, after his birthday, Jim opened up to Blinky about his dad asshole deadbeat sperm donor. I'd like to think it was while they were building the Vespa. Lots of late night discussions about Jim's life beyond being the Trollhunter.

Their relationship is so special and means so much to me 😭

#blu's headcanon #trollhunters #tales of arcadia #toa #jim lake jr #blinky #blinkous galadrigal #dad blinky #trollhunters headcanon #douxie casperan #Douxie

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kinnersonne · 1 year

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My roommate is watching Trollhunters for the first time and I am rehashing ALL the feelings so it’s time for some ~Stricklake Headcanons!~

• Barbara will not hesitate to yank him along by the horns if he’s being a buttsnack

• She also likes to bring up the whole enchantment debacle as her trump card to win arguments or make him do something. Normally she can persuade him with other means, but she’ll resort to that if she has to

• Slit-pupilled eyes means he looks like a big doofus if he looks at her too long because “his eyes get all big, like a little cat’s!” (Barbara’s words)

• “I’m not cute, I’m horrifying!” “Sure, sweetie…”

• Walt is lovely. But living with Stricklander the troll would be like the worst parts of having both a) a cat that hates everyone and b) a big dog that’s Too Dang Old. Scowls and hisses for no other reason than He Can. Sleeps all day and keeps you up at night with possum noises. Refuses to let you touch him until he suddenly decides he wants physical affection, at which point he’ll clamber all 200 rocky pounds of him into your lap and growl until you pet him. Gets VERY whiny when you pay attention to somebody that’s not him, even if he’s been ignoring you all day. 50/50 chance of attacking any given guest, verbally or physically

• Pet names: Mr. Creature, Lakeluster, ‘dearest’ (B) and ‘sweetie’ (S) but only ironically, NOT Babs, only misogynist jerks at the hospital call her that

• Barbara won’t confirm this but Strickler may or may not have tracked down and pulled a hit on James Lake Sr. Barbara denies all knowledge of her ex’s sudden and violent death

• Troll society is matriarchal (yes I know there’s almost no evidence of this in the show it’s a headcanon), so anytime Barbara gets a little girlbossy or shows her Mama Bear it’s actually a major turn-on for him

• I was enamored with the idea of changelings purring, since they’re too small and impure probably to roar like real trolls do (like how cheetahs aren’t actual members of the panthera genus and they make adorable chirping noises). But I came up with something worse:

• It’s not just changelings that purr, but it is only males, and only under arousal. Originally it evolved as a defense mechanism, as a way of soothing their mates and dissuading them from maiming/devouring them in the heat of the moment

Please. Please help me.

#walter strickler #barbara lake #stricklake #trollhunters #headcanon #trollhunters headcanon #stricklake headcanon #when this man walks onscreen I PHYSICALLY pass away #send help #i also haven’t seen any Arcadia spin-offs #or even the movie that exists apparently?#so I hope I’m not clashing with anything I don’t know there #i know our terrible green man shows up again but that’s the extent of my knowledge #tales of arcadia

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az-daniels-yeeter · 1 year

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Eclipse Headcanon

Since I want justice for the Eclipse Armor, and for it to feel like more that just a palette swap post Trollhunters…

I’ve created a headcanon for it

To start at the beginning:

Daylight has “Sun Energy” which is what allows it to turn trolls to stone

The Eclipse has “Heartstone Energy” which is what is needed to harm Gunmar. The energy is provided by the Triumbric Stones since they’re tied to Gunmar (The Birthstone being from the Heartstone he came from and his eye are specifically what grant the most energy)

This is because Gunmar was born from a heartstone which basically makes him one and is why he can absorb the energy of other heartstones

Sidenote:

In essentially being a “walking heartstone” he has greater regenerative prowess than the average troll, able to heal faster from injury and revive parts of his body that are turned to stone. Being in sunlight for an extended period of time will turn him to stone but his regeneration will allow for him to recover upon leaving the sunlit area. He also is sort of provided with his own sustenance but that doesn’t entirely mean he doesn’t need to eat or sleep, h just needs to do it less often than a normal troll

↑ This is also why Bular’s hand near instantly recovered from being turned to stone and why he wasn’t completely stone when Jim wounded him with daylight and he fell into the canal

Daylight was unable to kill Gunmar since his status as a “walking heartstone” (albeit a dying one) makes him marginally more resistant to sunlight. In simple terms, Daylight was “too weak” to finish the job

With the Eclipse having Heartstone Energy, it gains enough power to harm him. It can also do that cause the Triumbric Stones work similar to how Angor’s Eye wards of Angor’s Magic specifically

The Eclipse having heartstone energy also comes with a slight recovery for Jim but it’s not as potent as Gunmar’s or being within range of a living Heartstone (which is why his injuries from the Eternal Night weren’t instantly healed, but most definetly healed by the time they’d began making way to Jersey)

This also leads to a reason why Jim would be in his Eclispe Armor when confronting the Green Knight in Hoboken (In the headcanon sense that Jim was able to take off the armor during his Jersey trip)

Hope y’all like this headcanon

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slightartist · 8 months

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I love him, Your Honor

One of the very few headcanons I have is that Krel has lil pet frogs to keep him company while he works on new inventions in his workshop. He's quite fond of how they look and is intrigued by all the different kind of croaking noises frogs can make.

The lil frog guy needs a name tho. I didn't get that far into the headcanon lol

#character design #digital illustration #fanart #my art #original art #clip studio paint #just for fun #chibi #tales of arcadia #trollhunters #3below #krel #krel tarron #froggy #frog #headcanon #doodles #sketches

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solstice-system · 19 days

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Thinking about how troll Jim would have to adjust to living as a troll and such

(I do not acknowledge the movie at all I’m a hater 😋)

This is basically going off of just trollhunters show canon after part 3

A big thing I think would be his love of cooking. It’s always been his way of showing love to his mom and friends, and now that he can’t properly taste human food without gagging, he can’t properly cook anymore. Blinky would have to teach him proper troll nutrition and Jim would probably feel embarrassed that he’s resorted to eating dish ware 😭

I feel like it’s not really acknowledged how not only can Jim no longer participate in human life and stuff, but people would also notice?? I imagine barbara would have to claim he went off to some boarding school on a scholarship in like the UK 😭 I can’t imagine that his classmates wouldn’t notice he’s gone tbh. Toby, Claire, and strickler probably have their hands full making excuses for Jim’s absence

On the topic of Jim not being able to go to school…. Can we acknowledge that bro is still like 16-17 💀 there’s no way that blinky would let him permanently halt his education! Blinky would read up on grade 12 textbooks and become Jim’s private tutor down in trollmarket. Jim would probably claim that being the trollhunter should take priority over algebra but Blinky (and Barbara) would INSIST that being a half troll is no excuse to become a high school dropout 😌

Strickler would definitely be a big help for Jim. Of course Jim can’t turn back into a human but Strickler still knows what it’s like to be stuck between the nature and worlds of a troll and human. He would talk with Jim through his new emotions and instincts and teach him how to cope with it. Neither Barbara nor blinky would really know how to help in this department because neither of them have had to be anything besides just a human or just a troll

At first Toby would think that Jim’s new form is really cool but he would quickly realize that it’s very hard on Jim and that his daily life with his best buddy isn’t necessarily over but it’ll never be the same. All of Jim’s friends probably have a absolutely butchered sleep schedule from trying to spend time with Jim after dark 💀

Barbara would spend a lot of time talking to strickler and blinky about their basically 3 way coparenting situation of a half troll 😭💞

Arrrghh would help Jim spar in the most pacifist way possible (holding out his hands for Jim to try and punch, be a moving target for Jim to try and catch, lightly roughhousing) since Blinky isn’t really trained in battle beyond teaching from the sidelines lol

#can you tell im hyperfixating #troll Jim brainrot #lowkey i don’t #remember anything #from 3 below and wizards #so let’s pretend this is just a #well thought out au lmao #trollhunters #troll jim #tales of arcadia #toa #jim lake jr #blinky #trollhunters strickler #trollhunters jim #trollhunters hc #headcanons

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enniyart · 9 months

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I wish Jim's fluffy hair stayed after his troll transformation back to human

#trollhunters #rise of the titans #netflix #dreamworks #jim lake jr #jim lake junior #my silly headcanons say hello world

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mydearlybeloathed · 7 months

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𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐢𝐦 𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐣𝐫...

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: headcannons pertaining your growing relationship with the trollhunter.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jim lake jr x fem!reader

When you met Jim, it was a normal day of school.

At least, for you it was.

For Jim, he had just been approached by two giant stone creatures telling him that he’s now their protector, and then he was attacked by an evil troll who totally kicked his ass.

But you couldn’t have known that, so it was just a normal school day.

You’d always known he existed, having gone to school with him since Kindergarten.

But you’d never been friends, that was for sure.

A few days before you had signed up to be a history tutor, needing some school approved service hours.

And just your luck, you had a session scheduled with Jim Lake Jr.

He was jittery, that was the first thing you realized. His eyes couldn’t stay focused on one thing for longer than two seconds, always jumping to the window.

You had been reaching for your pencil case, which was in your bag under the table. That was when you noticed his bruised up arms. Frozen in place, you also saw a large gash peeking out from his pant leg, just visible on his ankle.

It wasn’t your place to say anything, you knew. You barely knew Jim! But still… was he is trouble?

The thought distracted you, causing you to hit the back of your head on the underside of the table.

Wincing, you raised your head, spying Jim giving you a concerned look. You found yourself giving him a similar, more extreme stare.

“So… I think we were on the Ottoman Empire in class, right?”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t think you could, not without asking. It became too much after an awkward second, and you blurted out the question. “Jim, did somebody hurt you?”

The way his face lost its color sent a shiver down your spine.

He laughed a laugh that was clearly forced—strangled even. “What makes you ask that?”

“Jim… Look at you. You’re all scratched up.”

A thick silence follows your tentative declaration.

“Oh yeah,” he chuckled. “I, uhm, I tried to ride my bike down the side of the canal. It didn’t go so well, as you can see.”

It was a good excuse, you thought, but did you believe it? Not for a second. It took you only a few moments before your eyes narrowed and you scooted your chair closer to his.

Jim thought you looked murderous the longer he was locked in contact with your eyes.

“Was it Steve Palchuk? ‘Cause if it was we need to say something. This is beyond bullying, Jim.”

What was he supposed to say? Oh, nah, don’t worry, Y/N. I was just beaten to near death by a stone giant last night. No biggy.

She’d walk him to an asylum herself.

Apparently, Jim took too long to respond, which to you was an response enough. You scoffed to yourself, shoving back in your seat with crossed arms. “I cannot believe that bitch. He won’t get away with this.”

Jim just fiddled with his pencil, eyes on his textbook. He didn’t know much about Y/N L/N, but he knew she was a force to be reckoned with. Ever since elementary school she’d taken charge in city clean ups, protested in cities as far as D.C., made speeches that changed the minds of Arcadia’s city council and their school board.

When she was mad about something, everyone knew, and she wouldn’t be placated till there was a change.

Jim had to hide his smirk behind his palm; he could just imagine Steve receiving the flame that the girl beside him would unleash.

He had to ask, “What’re you gonna do?”

Your answer was instantaneous. “Talk to him, I think. I know him well enough, us being cousins and all.”

That was a shock for sure.

A day later, Jim was walking into school when he heard the tell tale sound of your voice. He turned the corner, stopping short at the sight before him.

You, at least a head shorter than Steve, had the poor guy gripped by the ear and pulled down to your height. Jim didn’t stick around to listen to what you were saying, seeing the fury all over your face and not wanting either of you to spy him loitering there.

But Jim had to admit, the look of terror on Steve’s face was hilarious.

After that, your tutoring sessions became more and more natural over time. The conversation drifted away from history and toward other things like interests and fun stories.

Not only that, but the time drew on longer till it wasn’t so much a tutoring session as much as it was just two friends hanging out.

It didn’t take long for Jim to realize he enjoyed spending time with you much more than he wanted to.

Much more than he wanted to.

He thinks he realized how much he actually liked you around a few months before everything went to shit.

Jim offered to walk you home when the session dragged on so long that the moon had risen into the sky.

“You don’t live too far from me, I don’t mind.”

It was as they neared your driveway that he caught sight of Blinky from the corner of his eye, shooting fear straight to his heart.

The many-eyed troll was rustling in the bushes, tailing him and you. You were oblivious, going on about the pranks you had planned for the upcoming April Fools Day.

Jim wanted to be listening to you, mostly so he could avoid your schemes, but also because he enjoyed the lightheartedness with which you spoke. It was a nice change from the woe he heard whenever he entered Trollmarket. But he couldn’t give you the focus he wanted with Blinky just seven feet form being spotted.

“Welp,” you sighed. “This is where we part.”

Disappointment was on both of your minds as you smiled at each other.

He managed to hold it together when, after a moment of hesitation, you lurched forward to wrap him in a hug. Surprised, he glanced up over your shoulder to see Blinky giving him four thumbs ups.

He used one arm to hug you back, and the other to flip the troll off.

Being the Trollhunter was dangerous for not only Jim and everyone involved. And as the two of you started to hang out without the pretense of you being his tutor, he swore to himself that you would never find out his secret.

But as you grew closer, it became increasingly difficult to hide anything from you.

You always found his new injuries and scrapes and even once somehow detected his bruised ribs. After a while, you became suspicious, no longer assuming your cousin was behind it.

You didn’t want to assume anything severe, but you had to worry about his home life.

You knew his mother—you’d met Dr. Lake when you ended up sitting together to watch Jim in Romeo and Juliet—and you didn’t get the feeling she would ever get… physical with him. The very thought made you shudder.

If not that, then what was it? Jim didn’t seem the street fighter type. It caused you more worry than you’d like to admit.

Over the past few months of knowing Jim Lake Jr., you think you’d be comfortable calling him your best friend. You two spent nearly everyday talking, whether it was between class or on the phone every once in a while.

And it was obvious to everyone except to you that there was chemistry.

It caused Toby some anguish to say the least.

Speaking of which, you’d grown closer with Jim’s best friend too, something you hadn’t expected.

Toby was a good friend to you, always taking time out of his day to ask about yours, questioning your every “It was fine” and demanding to know what was so “fine” about it. In return, he offered his own tales of misery, getting a laugh out of you nearly every time.

You didn’t notice how he physically grimaced whenever you brushed off his attempts at finding out what you thought about ol’ Jimbo.

Moving on from all of that, to you, things were going great! Your grades could be better, but you had better friends than you’d ever had before. Added to your ranks was Claire Nuñez, and over time… well, you had to admit that you were suspicious.

Jim’s crush on Claire had been ever so obvious ever since the fourth grade, but that wasn’t it (Or rather, you hoped that wasn’t it).

No matter how much you told yourself you were paranoid, you thought the three of them were hiding something.

It hurt to say the least. You were friends… right? Did friends keep secrets?

This was what you thought as you sat alone during lunch, contemplating the way Jim, Toby, and Claire made some poor excuse about having to go to a chess club meeting.

You knew they weren’t a part of the chess club. You were president of the chess club. How did they not know that? Were they that bad at lying? Or did they not care if you knew how much they actually hated you?

…

You were overthinking. They didn’t hate you. Jim certainly didn’t, you think. He was so kind and caring and thoughtful… your cheeks burned red at the thoughts running across your mind… you shook your head, reasoning that there must be an explanation that didn’t involve thier secret vendetta against you.

You just had to find out what it was.

But as they abandoned you more and more for their secret escapades, and as they ditched you to work on group projects alone, and they generally lied time and time again… you grew tired of the confusion.

Your cousin was starting to warm up to you, something about his brutish personality shifting over the course of that school year. He noticed first how you sat alone at lunch, and then he looked around at his table full of kids… and realized he too was alone—in a mental sense, that is.

So he picked up his tray and bag and trudged over to your table in the corner of the lunchroom.

The look of shock on your face didn’t fade away till he was sitting there across from you, and you deduced that he probably wasn’t here to tease you.

The conversation was slow at first, even dull, just small talk, but then he caught sight of the comic book tucked under your lunch tray.

He hesitated, knowing his friends at the other table had made fun of him for liking those sort of things… but you had never done that before. Steve could trust you... probably.

So he asks you about it, and you go into a long winded explanation of it, only for him to interrupt with, “I know what it is… I’ve got the entire set back home.”

You blinked, shocked, and you thought that maybe your cousin Steve wasn’t so terrible after all.

Your friends wanted to ditch you? Fine. You’d make yourself useful and stop being their deadweight. It was somewhat freeing, no matter how much it pained you to sweep past Jim’s sweet smile and ready sandwich (made just how you like it). But it was for the best. You couldn’t stand the way they treated you.

It was only a month after you severed ties with them that you realized how much they’d impacted you.

You no longer found Nougat Nummies that Toby had put in your backpack. You could no longer ask Claire for help with studying. You couldn’t waltz into Jim’s house like you owned the place, hop up onto his counter, and spiel on and on about whatever was on your mind while Jim cooked food around the kitchen.

You might’ve missed that last one more than the other memories.

You might’ve missed Jim more than the others.

And you might’ve liked him a bit too much too.

On Jim’s side, he knew why you’d grown distant. It pained him to keep such a big secret from you, especially when he could see it was hurting you, but what else could he do? Tell you he’s the Trollhunter?

No. Jim would never do that to you. If you knew, then they would find you. You’d wind up hurt. It was bad enough he’d dragged Claire into all this, but you? Jim couldn’t stand the thought of you getting hurt.

He didn’t think about how much not having you in his life would hurt.

Maybe a month goes by, and the two of you get back to a steady rhythm without the other. Unbeknownst to you, your old friends were preparing for war.

How could you know? How could you have prepared? Simple. You couldn’t have.

So that’s why, the night of the school dance, instead of going to that stupid party just to stand alone in the corner, you decided you would be getting your answers.

What spurred this sudden quest? You didn’t know. But you needed to know what you did wrong. What had you done to drive Jim away?

So that’s how you ended up on his doorstep at just the wrong moment.

Before you knocked on the door, you heard crashing and shouting from inside.

Your heart raced. Were you right about Jim being hurt at home. You decided to raise your voice. “Jim?! Jim, are you in there!”

Inside, Jim heard your yells, and a pang of fear swelled up in him.

He stood in armor of glowing silver beside his high school principal, who looked nothing like the lanky man everyone knew him as, yet appeared as a green skinned creature with jagged wings. A changeling.

And across from him was an ancient entity, with eyes blank and voidish, and a smirk that sent shivers down the boys spine. Angor Rot.

The fight had gone still at the sound of your pounding fist against the door. Jim didn’t like the sadistic gleam in Angor’s dark eyes.

“Jim! Open this door! Are you all right?!”

No. No. No. No. No. No. No.

This couldn’t be happening. He’d tried so hard to keep safe, to keep you away from all of this!

He should’ve known better; you weren’t so easily shoved off, and you never knew when to quit.

Angor swept to greet you with Jim hot on his tail, swinging his sword wildly.

He was too late.

A long story short, you were way in over your head with this one.

Being the hostage of a centuries old… thing was so not on your bucket list. Yet, here you were, shaking as Angor Rot held a dagger to your neck. His entire being stenched of age, and you had to hold in your gagging lest it push you forth into the blade.

You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t knwo what was happening. But you knew Jim was there. He was right there, wearing his armor from Romeo and Juliet and wielding the same prop sword that didn’t look so prop-like now.

He was right there, and he was looking at you, and you were looking at him, and you were both terrified.

“Jim,” you whispered, scared that even the slight word would force your skin forth and the knife would slit her neck. “Jim, what’s going on?”

Angor chuckled darkly as he peered down at you. “Ah, that’s right. You have no idea what your friend has been doing in the shadows.”

Your gaze was directed at Jim, your jaw shaky and your eyes wide with confusion. “What–?”

“So, Trollhunter,” Angor seethed. “Shall we risk your flower’s life today?”

You hadn’t been killed, fortunately. It all happened so fast, and all you really remembered was Jim fighting that thing, the changeling happening to be your principal, Dr. Lake in mortal danger, and an underground city of stone creatures.

The same underground city you now sat in, the boy of the hour right beside you. Neither of you had said a word since everything calmed down. It was driving you mad.

You raised your eyes to see Dr. Lake standing nearby, safe now that the battle with Angor was over. Then you swiveled to face Jim, your face screwed up.

“Jim… who are you?”

He didn’t have much of a choice. You’d seen all you’d seen, hurt and fought alongside him despite never lifting a weapon against anyone in all your life. You deserved the truth.

“I’m the Trollhunter.”

It took nearly an hour for him to explain everything, and when it was all said and done, your jaw was hanging open. You now sat on the step below him, looking up at the boy you now knew was so terribly brave. Everything he’d gone through… it nearly made you forgive him.

You’d known Jim Lake Jr. as one thing for months and months, and now it seemed he was something entirely different.

He wasn’t a scared kid who needed you to defend him to your ex-jerk of a cousin. He was strong and held himself with a certain dignity and humility that you envied. Yeah, he was awkward and foolish at times—foolish like when he ditched you just to keep you safe, which you supposed was understandable given that night’s events—but you liked him anyway.

You really liked him, despite all the pain and confusion and this fast turn of events.

He hadn’t changed, you realized as you just stared up at him whilst he awaited what you would say.

He was Jim, the boy you could have called your best friend had anyone asked, and the boy you had slowly harbored a crush on.

It was this thought process that made you lock eyes with him. You didn’t like secrets, and you hated lying. You sucked in a breath and put everything out in the open for him to see.

“I like you, Jim.” The words were harder than you thought. “You don’t have to like me too, I just needed to say it. I want to be your friend no matter what, and I guess I can understand why you’d keep this from me. I just… I need you to know you can trust me.”

There. There it was. A confession, an offer, a pledge. It was everything you needed to say.

And as you forced yourself to keep looking at Jim, you saw his eyes flutter and his jaw hang a bit. You felt slightly nauseous as your words came back to your memory. Had you said something you shouldn’t have?

“You like me?”

It was your time to blink blankly. That was all he got from that? You cracked a grin, not knowing where this was going. “Yeah. I really like you.”

He couldn’t believe it. He thought surely you would hate him, or at the very least never want to see his face again. But you liked him? Even after all that? After all the lies?

You liked him back?

Jim smiled, hand reaching for yours, itching to grab your hand, only for him to pull back at the awkward last second.

You tilted your head, wondering just what you were getting yourself into as you took his hand and gripped it tight.

Trollmarket was in shambles all around. Jim’s mother’s memory was wiped. His principal was a changeling. Enrique was in the Darklands. But you were there, and you were on his side.

Still, he had secrets to keep. Secrets from you, Toby, Claire, Blinky. Everyone.

So as he dropped your hand with a subtle drop to his smile, he thought back to all that had happened, all that had been lost, and all that could be lost in the future.

“I like you too,” said Jim. You didn’t notice how his eyes filled with pain as he excused himself to deal with some Trollhunter business.

You didn’t realize that might’ve been the last time you saw him as he turned away and walked off in a hurry.

How could you have known? You were new to this. You had no clue about the bridge or Enrique or Jim’s promise to Claire.

So when you saw Claire and Toby run by with panicked expressions, you were quick to rush after them. You had no clue what was going on, but you’d always been quick on the uptake.

Jim was going someplace he should not be going alone. He was leaving them all behind to go there. He was going to the Darklands.

You had just gotten him back, and now, he was ditching you again.

Sure, it was meant to be heroic, but you just wanted your best friend to stick around for a little while.

Weeks go by, and you assist in Claire and Toby’s search for a way to save Jim. Eventually you help to free him, somehow managing to survive a short traipse through the Darklands.

It was safe to say you weren’t letting Jim get too out of sight for a time after that, and he wasn’t going to complain.

He never kept anything from you again, admitting it was torture to keep lying to you and keep you at a distance.

Jim often felt so out of touch with the rest of the world, being stuck in the middle of human and troll lives, and it was easy for him to disassociate and just brush everyone off. It was days like those that Jim was glad he had you.

“Jim?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

You’d only sigh, catching the way he kept zoning out, getting lost in his own head. In your opinion, he’d been through too much to be only sixteen. So you took his hand or drew him in for a hug or just slung an arm around him--any of the like would do.

Instantly, his nerves would calm and his attention drawn back to the present.

“You don’t have to be fine, you know.”

He hadn’t known that, not really. Not until he met you.

Those all around you two would notice a distinct change in Jim’s demeanor, so subtle yet so clear. He was somehow softer, which Toby hadn’t thought possible, and the light in his eyes began to spark up again.

His mother was especially grateful, loving the life you brought back into Jim. Blinky adored your very nature. Draal tolerated your eagerness to train with him. Vendel mused your every demanding question.

It wasn’t long before Jim got nervous; you were now one more person he couldn’t stand losing.

But you never let his thoughts run too wild, somehow always one step ahead of his overthinking, ready to put out every doubt and every fear.

“Hey, listen. You’re stuck with me, Lake. Nothing, especially not Bular or Gunmar or any other creep, is ever going to keep me from getting back to you.”

He wasn’t sure how to express just how much you meant to him, so he settled for a watery grin. “Back at you.”

I love you was just a breath away from being spoken into reality, but neither you nor Jim were eager to shove it out there. The fact was there whether it was spoken or not, and the both fo you were well aware of its presence.

#trollhunters #trollhunters tales of arcadia #tales of arcadia #jim lake junior #jim lake jr x reader #jim x reader #guillermo del toro #jim lake jr headcannons #jim lake jr one shot #tales of arcadia headcannons #toa headcanon #tales of arcadia one shot #jim lake jr fluff #toby domzalski #claire nuñez #steve palchuk #blinkous galadrigal

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kajilychnis · 2 months

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Arcane order headcanon

I wanted to share some headcanons on them about their knowledge about modern "technology". First let's start with Bellroc. (Sorry I will use "he" for Bellroc and Skrael, ik some people prefer to use "they/them")

First, Bellroc hates human technology the most of the three, In my opinion, he's the one who knows the least about technology. I think he knows heaters, it's probably one of the things he appreciate the most. Everything that is camera, telephone and etc, he hates that. This reminds me of the scene where Bellroc smashes Toby's camera (I JUST REMEMBERED THAT IT WASN'T TOBY'S CAMERA BUT KREL'S ROBOT DAD OMFG HOW DID I FORGET XD). I'm pretty sure Bellroc combs his hair with a comb.

For Skrael, I would say that if he wasn't a demigod he would actually be a geek. He loves refrigerators, he might even go inside and take a nap. I imagine him eating ice cream inside a freezer. He hates guns, he finds it pathetic. He knows everything about torture machines, he probably has a book on torture and medieval torture, speaking of books, I'm pretty sure he likes reading. Besides, I'm sure he knows manga, I don't know why but it wouldn't surprise me (I don't think he reads them though) I believe that among the three, Skrael is the one who knows the most about human technology (that doesn't mean he knows a lot…) So when Bellroc sees something human he automatically asks Skrael what it is. Often Skrael answers wrong.

Bellroc : ... *is staring at a phone charger" ...Skrael, what is this ?

Skrael : The phone leash.

Bellroc : ...

Skrael : ...

Bellroc : What's a phone ?

Nari doesn't know much about human technology but she probably doesn't like "human things" that pollute. But I honestly think she's a little more understanding about what humans use while Skrael and Bellroc love to make fun of human's new inventions. She knows that humans invent things to make their lives easier. She knows everything about gardening equipment, in fact she learned it with the help of Douxie. I think she likes to read too but she doesn't have the same taste as Skrael at all. I truly believe that when Douxie works and stays home alone, she watches TV. Douxie probably bought her a phone so she can contact him whenever she feels in danger or is in danger. She never uses her phone and she always forgets where she puts it, when she uses it it's to check the weather for her plants.

#bellroc #skrael #trollhunters #toa #dreamworks trolls #the arcane order #tales of arcadia #douxie casperan #toa wizards #headcanon #imsurewhatisayistrue #Imtheirwifelmaoo #pleasedontreadthetagsohgod

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ibelieveinvillainsupremacy · 1 year

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Having Skrael as your s/o includes:

Never, never be safe from him not trying to make you flustered. This guy loves to see you as a blushing mess

Maybe, maybe (if you insist) he will lets you play with his powers. He is just a little to proud of himself to let humans play with his powerful magic. But you know how to convince him.

Will hold his hand with you no matter what. He just loves to feel the contrast between his glacial skin and your warm one

Lots of cuddles! He is kind of a clingy guy, so don't be surprised

Always tries his best to impress you. He is extremely prideful, so a little help from you would be extremely appreciated :)

Always happy when is around you. You seriously need to insist if you want him to stop smiling.

"Do you know how much i love you, Y/N?"

"Skrael. People are dying right now."

"I don't see any problem with that, love.

"You were laughing and smiling over crying people."

"Oh, come on Y/N. Is this a funeral? Cause I don't see any corpse here."

Always likes to cheer you up when you are sad. And he always succeed.

#trollhunters #the arcane order #wizards tales of arcadia #skrael of the north wind #skrael x reader #headcanons

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an-autistic-dweeb · 1 month

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Angor headcanon.

WARNING⚠️: Just a bit of angst

Angor doesn’t like being touched that much. That being said, he’s extremely touch-starved.

He especially doesn’t like his face being touched, because Morgana always did that and we all know how that went. He also hasn’t had any casual and/or loving physical contact in centuries, so his body immediately perceives such contact as a threat based on instinct.

But if you’re his lover and he’s assured and comfortable with you enough, he’ll give affection a little more physically. Just a little.

He’ll hold your hand, play with your hair occasionally, etc. If he’s really tired he’ll hold you close, almost as if he’s keeping you safe from everything around the two of you.

The way he sees it, you are the one good thing he’s had in a long time. He’s not going to lose that so easily.

#trollhunters #tales of arcadia #headcanon #angor rot x reader #bit of angst #but it’s okay #y’all are fine #angor rot

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albentelisa · 22 days

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What do you think make Jlaire So Special.

Can't say for sure why it's like that, so I'll just share why Jlaire clicks so much with me.

To be honest, at the time when I got into Trollhunters, I had a phase of 'I'd prefer no romance in media I consume' as I was sick and tired of some ships' pointless drama. Jlaire definitely pulled me out of that one, hehe. And why?

It's healthy and at times surprisingly mature for two teens.

Jim and Claire are clearly different, with their own interests, but not in a way 'opposite attracts' - they still share values or how they treat their dear people. It's more like they complete each other.

The show keeps it subtle when exactly their relationship went from simple friendship to romance. When Claire calls Jim her boyfriend in Season 2 during Hero with the Thousand Faces, they are obviously in a relationship for some time.

Unlike many other media, we had no need to wait until the very end (or close to the ending) for Jlaire to happen as they are together by the end of Season 1.

Moreover, we don't get any silly dramas, misunderstandings, or love triangles (and no, Douxie doesn't count, because it was momentarily and not serious) to spice things up - just the wholesome and steady development of Jim and Claire's relationship. And I mellow every single time at how physical Jim and Claire are in Wizards. Just aww.

They are a power couple - both are capable of saving each other and protecting each other's back.

They both don't put their romantic feelings above everything else but integrate those into their lives. Not only that, they both also understand that their lover has different aspects of their life. Claire perfectly realizes how much of an integral part of Jim's life Toby and Barbara are. And it's the same for Jim.

They both won't give up on their lover, willing to risk their own lives to save them.

And I'm pretty sure that not only Claire, but Jim as well will stay with his lover, no matter what shape she will take.

#tales of arcadia #toa trollhunters #toa wizards #toa meta #my headcanons #jlaire #jim lake jr #claire nuñez #text post #ask box #theslayerbrother

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bluheaven-adw · 2 years

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Remember my HC that Jim teaches Draal about baseball and at some point a troll team is created? I commissioned the extremely talented @mdoodlerfandomart to make my HC a reality!!!!

And OMG if these aren't the most adorable, fantastic, glorious, Awesomesauce thing ever!!!!!

Thank you so much!!!!!

Here's the txt from my HC original post:

Headcanon that one of the nights Barbara is at work and Jim isn't doing TH stuff, he hangs out with Draal and they talk a lot about random things, but one night Draal asks about the pic of Jim playing baseball when he was younger, and this leads to a whole discussion about it... and explanation of what baseball is and how the game works and suddenly Jim is teaching Draal all about baseball and how to play. Like literally pitching balls to Draal in the backyard. Eventually word spreads and other trolls join in and at some point coach gets involved and suddenly there are nighttime games out on the field at the HS.

#jim lake jr #draal #toa #trollhunters #tales of arcadia #blu's headcanon #toa headcanon #troll baseball!!!

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saturnniidae · 6 months

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Some changeling & troll!Jim headcannons

Morgana had been considering making changelings for years, it wasn't a sudden idea; it was something she'd been planning for a long time

She even discussed it with Merlin at one point (under the guise of wanting to better 'unite' humans and trolls), and he proposed the idea of humans turning into trolls instead of vice-versa.

This is where the concept for the half-troll potion came from. What Jim became was essentially a modified version of a failed recipe for changelings that Merlin kept around in case it ever became useful.

Jim wasn't the first half-troll, he was just the first successful one. There was a chance it could've gone horribly wrong (as it has in past attempts) but Merlin took the risk anyway since he saw it working in his vision.

The reason Morgana's version always ended with better results was due to dark magic and Merlin's outright refusal to go there.

Because they were on a time crunch, Merlin substituted some of the rarer ingredients common in transfiguration potions with material from a preexisting changeling.

All they know about the bone used in the potion was that it came from a changeling. They never learned who, or what kind of troll they were, And subsequently have no clue as to what species of troll Jim was partially turned into. And Merlin didn't ever feel like helping them figure it out even though he probably could've with relative ease.

If they had more time for him to work on the potion, and if Merlin actually measured his ingredients instead of throwing them all in a blender, Jim probably would've come out less wonky (an even amount of fingers, among other things).