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arcadianstuff · 3 years

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Hello! I thought that a fun twist to the “I’m trying to hold their hand by comparing sizes” trope would be to have Douxie offer to give a palm reading to the reader instead! (Which we know he can do from that one scene in 3Below) I’ve never done this before, but I thought it’d be a very cute and fluffy idea if you wanted to try! Bye! Thanks!

Douxie has been watching you, and no not in a “creepy stalker way” but more in a “youre beautiful I can’t keep my eyes off of you” sort of way.

Two girls that he’s pretty sure are Mary and Darcy, from Arcadia Oaks high school, flank your sides as you walk down the sidewalk. He’s outside the bookshop, sweeping up some leaves but you’ve distracted him from his job.

The three of you are drawing closer to him, and he can’t help but notice the way your lips curve up into a smirk when Darcie starts teasing Mary about “tight jeans Hank”. There’s a mischievous glint in your eye, and the street fills with the melodic sound of your laughter.

Before he can stop himself he’s approaching the trio as they pass by his shop, who stop as he approaches.

You notice Douxie, the British accented wannabe bad boy that you’ve seen around town a bit. He works at practically every business in town, so you’ve interacted with him a fair bit, not to mention he’s pretty cute.

“God morning ladies.” Douxie smirks, greeting you guys in his charming way.

Whilst Darcie and Mary giggle girlishly, blushing a little, you roll your eyes at his mannerisms. Unlike the others, you weren’t so quick to fall for good looks and a few charming words.

“Hi Douxie, you look good this morning.” Mary flirts, swirling a stand of her raven hair around a finger.

God, if your eyes could roll into the back of your skull you were sure they would in that moment. For some reason, a twisting sensation starts to occur in your stomach at the sight of Mary flirting with Douxie.

“Okay girls we should get going.” You snap, unable to stand watching it any longer.

The other two girls look at you, surprised at your outburst but not at the clear jealously your displaying. It’s a pretty well known fact that you and Douxie are crushing on each other hard. However, the two of you were some of the most oblivious people on the planet.

Douxie’s eyes widened in horror as you started to march away. He didn’t want you to go yet, he’d barely even gotten to speak to you.

“Wait !” Again his body acts before his mind, and he’s reached out to grab your hand.

It’s enough to halt you in your tracks and you turn around, blushing a little as Douxie keeps a firm hold on your hand.

“What Casperan ?” You’re glaring a little at him, annoyed that he’s caused you to blush so much.

“Ummm we...we we need to get to the uh cafe so we’re just gonna...go. Bye !” Darcie starts rambling, making up excuses before grabbing Mary’s hand and dragging her behind her.

Mary’s whines and protests slowly got quite as the two disappeared down the street, leaving you and Douxie alone.

Now alone together, the tension has increased tenfold, not helping your bright red cheeks and the blush starts to crawl down your neck.

“I-I uh.....was wondering if you wanted a palm reading ?” Douxie asked, sputtering out any random thing he could think of.

All he knew was that he wanted an excuse for you to stay there with him and so he could hold your hand a little longer. Douxie was prett sure you returned his feelings for him and he was sick and tired of all the flirting and snarky comments. He was going to make a move.

“Ummmmm sure ? What even is that ?” Your curiosity was piqued and the tension between the two fo you died down as you stepped closer to Douxie.

He smiled at you before taking your hand that was still in his grasp, and opening your palm out flat.

The familair ease of such a simple magical act calmed his wrecked nerves, and he found himself becoming more like the calm and confident Douxie who flirted with girls and jammed out to rock music.

“See this line here, it’s your life line which tells you about your general health and vitality. Oof did you once break your leg ?” Douxie asks you, taking you by surprise at the accuracy of his question.

“Umm yeah when I was seven playing soccer. How on earth did you know that ?” You ask completely shocked.

Douxie sends you a flirtatious wink, loving how enthralled you are and the way your other hand has come to rest on his.

“A magician never reveals his secrets love.” He says smoothly, the nickname not helping your blush which returns as red as a cherry tomato.

“So cheesy and cliche Casperan...” you mumble, still blushing.

A small chuckle escapes Douxie slips as he goes back to examining your palm. The warmth from your hand seeps into his, and he can’t help but realise how well your smaller hands fits into his, like puzzle pieces.

“This line here is your heart line, it’ll tell you about your emotional state and future attractions and relationships......” Douxie starts to tell you, looking up to see if you’re still paying attention when he notices the intense stare you’re giving him.

His breath hitches in his throat as he watches you lean towards him, freezing on the spot. Before he knows it you’re lips are on his and then as fast as it started, it ends. You pull away, face beet red as you avoid his glance.

Whatever confidence and bravery you had previously had, vanished at the sight of Douxie’s shocked expression.

“I’m sorry I-I don’t know what I was thinking, I just figured you maybe liked me cause you’re always looking at me and we flirt and stuff a-and I’m so-“ before you can continue your rambling and make a quick escape, Douxie has pulled you back into his arms, hand never leaving yours as he kisses you again.

The entire time your hand has never left his and he knows for a fact that it was made to fit into his. Your fingers curl around his and he knows this is right.

#douxie x reader #trollhunters #douxie #tales of arcadia #toa #hisirdoux casperan x reader #hisirdoux casperan

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musicalskater59 · 3 years

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Daylight December: Spells

Okay, so I didn’t do the last two days because I can’ write in Krel’s or Aja’s perspective for the live of me, but I was able to both a.) come up with an idea for today’s prompt as well as b.) write in a character’s perspective that I’m not usually writing in! I’m actually quite proud of it. It’s not my best, but it’s improvements to my Douxie POV writing lol.

Hope you enjoy!

I was rather young when I learned that having a countless number of spells meant nothing to become a good wizard.

I watched as powerful magic wielders fell over the centuries. Each knowing more spells than I had years of living, but every single one of them falling due to their own hubris in one way or another. May their end stem from how they thought they were much more powerful than the being before them or that fact that humanity's fear for the unknown devoured them, it didn't matter. All fell one way another even though they had an Encyclopedia filled with spells up their sleeves. Because it wasn't spells that would make you a good wizard.

It was your character.

The heart that you carried and the morals you followed was what made you a good, well, anything really. Human, troll, wizard, it doesn't matter.

But that didn't mean that as a new master wizard that I wasn't excited to teach my student as much as I could.

"Now, keep your hands steady, alright?" I watched as my apprentice tried her best to follow my instructions. "Clear your mind. Don't think of anything for a moment." Claire closed her eyes as I placed my hands onto her shoulders. "Now, think of something you want to protect. When the first thing appears in your mind, hold onto it. Make that your anchor as you did back in Camelot." She nodded her head as she seemed to capture the emotion with ease. "Now, take that feeling and project it into the shadows before you. Create from that a being that will help you complete this desire." I stepped back from her as a black swirl started to form before her hands. The shadows before her moving and molding to her whim as I smiled at her capability.

Claire is bound to be a powerful witch. One of quick wit and skilled prowess. But most of all, a perfect showcasing of what it meant to be a good wizard.

The young girl carries her heart upon her sleeve. Her emotions being the true reasoning that her power blossomed in the first place. Her love for all those around her is what leads to her success with almost everything I have thrown at her. May it be of Jim, her friends, her family, it didn't matter. Her desire to protect those she loves as well as the world she loves is what will lead her down a path of glory.

My smile grew wider as I watched the mass of shadows start to pulse a light purple. Her magic truly putting life into whatever she was manifesting.

Even if she had a limited array of spells up her sleeve within this very moment.

I squeeze her shoulders lightly as I encouraged her with my smile now going from ear to ear.

"Perfect! Just a little more, love! You got this!" Suddenly the shadows started to take shape into a humanoid figure. Slowly but surely, the shadows mended together to create a tall knight in armor. A shield and spear made fo pure shadows within its hands before it knelt down before Claire and bowed its head toward his creator. "You did it!" I watched as she opened her eyes slowly to look over her creation. Her hands dropping to her sides before she started looking between the shadow made knight and me in disbelief.

"I actually-." The fellow punk gave me a wide smile as she rushed to wrap me up in a tight hug. "I DID IT!" She pulled back as her smile still danced on her face. "Couldn't have done it without you, teach!" I couldn't help but smile with pride toward my friend as she turned her attention back toward her creation.

Yes, one can argue that spells are what makes a wizard powerful and I may agree to a certain degree.

I watched as Claire reached out and placed a gentle hand onto the top of the shadow knight's helmet. A small pulse of purple glowing from her touch proving that it was her that created them.

But I would bet the next nine-hundred years of my life on the fact that it is our emotions as spell casters that make us dangerous. Along with not just the connections we bear with not just our creations and spells, but from those that lend us the strength to cast them is what makes not just a good wizard.

My friend turned her head toward me to shine another smile toward me as my thoughts concluded within my head.

But a great one.

#daylightdecember #douxie casperan #claire nuñez #spell prompt #Karma's fanfiction #tales of arcadia #toa wizards #douxie

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chequeredwhitpost · 4 years

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🌍🌎🌏Saving the World🌍🌎🌏 --Douxie X OC--

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The lot of us trudge through the icy terrain, freezing cold wind at our backs, being ankle-deep in snow. Our bodies are shivering and cold to the touch, but we’re almost there. Almost… there.

Hi. My name is Emmett. I am the great wizard-ess of Crysto magics and Vibra magics.

‘Pfft. Yeah right.’

And I am really fortunate enough to have a connection and be able to study under the guide of Merlin. (Even if he is a big jerk sometimes.) But this? This environment is dreadful! I never signed up for any quests to go on for world saving! This is ridiculous. And I’m freezing my butt off!

I feel a few shivers run through me as we reach the top of the hills. A great view this would be… IF everything weren’t LAYERED IN ICE!

I. Hate. The. Cold.

If it wasn’t already clear, myself and the rest of the team of people I know are on a quest to ‘save the world’. What a load of bull, if you ask me. I mean, our enemies are on their way to resurrecting a great and vicious BEAST that wants to slay the world! What hopes do we have in finding this lady’s tomb? How powerful could a human have really been?

Not that powerful, in my opinion.

I feel a great bonk on the back of my head, and fumble forward. My feet snag in the snow and I go down-- face first. Looking up behind me I see that it was Merlin who hit me upside the head…. With his staff.

I growl under my breath and glare at him.

“What the bucket was that for, old man?!” I snip.

“You were doubting our opportunity to prevent the end of the world. Again.”

“Yeah? Well that’s no reason to hit me on the head!!”

Hisirdoux sighs and helps me up off the cold ground.

“You have to try and keep hope that this will work, Emm’.”

“It will work.” Merlin grumbles.

“Whatever you say…”

“Are you asking to get bonked again?”

I huff a breath.

“No, master Merlin.”

“Then I suggest you keep that loud mouth of yours shut.”

I sigh and follow Merlin through the trees. We come up to a large bank of ground. But the ground --- big surprise-- is all ice. For as far as the eye can see, too. I shrug my shoulders and turn around to head home.

“Welp, guess it was all for not! Let’s go home~.”

Archie flies in front of me and scowls. I huff and hold my arms out on either side.

“Oh gimme a break! What do you say we do from here on?!”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Bids Merlin, “We cross the ice.”

I look at him and laugh.

“Oh that’s funny.”

“How so?”

“You actually… hah, you expect me to walk out on that thin ass ice!?”

“Uh, language, Emmett.” Archie scolds.

I shoot him an angry glance.

“It shouldn’t be… thin.” Merlin pokes the ice with the butt of his staff. It only dents.

“You’re actually going to cross it??”

“Yes.”

I roll my head back, looking at the grey sky.

“Ugh. Fine. BUT IF WE DIE I’M GONNA KILL YOU GUYS.”

“Uhhh.”

Douxie shakes his head at Archie,

“Just let her have that.” He whispers.

I grumble under my breath and swing my arms out to motion to the field of ice.

“After you.” I say through gritted teeth.

We start walking out onto the ice-- me second in the line-- and it’s almost like everything is gonna be fine… until we hear a crack. I stop for a second, thinking one thing.

I’m gonna die.

I wait a few seconds but no more cracks appear, so I keep moving. But then another loud chip sounds out and I freeze in anticipation.

“Um, you guys hear that right?” I croak.

“Nothing to worry about. It’s only a simple leak in the ice.”

“Leak… in the ice?” Douxie frets.

“Yes. A leak in the ice, that’s what I said.”

“BUT WHAT DOES THAT MEAN????”

“It means that the ice is cracking.”

“Oh fuzz buckets.”Sinks Douxie.

“You are hopeless, old man. YOU LEAD US OUT HERE!! ON A MINEFIELD OF ICE!!!”

“Wait… If the ice is cracking… what’s going to happen to us?”

“What do you mean?” Archie asks.

“Where… will we go? Are we gonna fall off the hill?”

“More like we’ll fall underneath it.” Merlin blurts.

I turn pale.

“WHAT?!”

Merlin sighs a deep breath and turns to face us three.

“You might want to brace for impact in case this goes south.”

“What.”

He crashes his staff into the ice, piercing a hole in it. He bends over as, like, a bazillion cracks are formed from his hole. He plucks his staff back out and kneels down, peeking through the hole.

“Hmm. It’s just as I thought.”

“WHAT NOW???”

He looks up and chuckles.

“We’re about to fall into a deep cavern.”

“Oh shi---”

The ice cracks and we plummet down into the caverns.

Screaming.

For our lives.

(Or at least I am.)

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When I finish blacking out… I open my eyes and see darkness. I shiver. It’s even colder now than before! I hold out my hand and summon a glowing crystal to shine the darkness out of its place. I huff a breath, seeing the air of mine out before my face.

“Douxie? Archie?” I call.

“Ugh….”

“Here…”

I sigh a breath of relief upon hearing their groans of life. As for Merlin though. . . I don’t really care.

And then I feel another hit to the back of the head.

“OW!!! ...Ergh, damnit!!”

I turn and see …

Merlin.

“What was that fo---”

“Doubting me, of course.”

“Can you read my thoughts or something!? Damn dude!!”

“‘Dude?”

“Language, Emmett.” Groans Archie.

“Oh shut it, Arch.”

I gruff, rubbing the back of my head.

“So unlady like…”

I watch as Douxie gets up and comes over to my side. He lends me a hand in getting back on my feet. I thank him, still rubbing my aching head where I’ve been hit.

“So… Where are we?” Archie asks, changing the subject.

“Good question.” Douxie hums.

Merlin looks around and says nothing. He sees a corridor in the cave and just starts walking for it. No plan exposed. No secret map shortcut. Nothing. Foolish old man.

“You want to get hit again?” Douxie asks me.

“Wha--? Can everyone read my mind?!”

“It’s written all over your face actually.”

“What is?”

“Your doubts and emotions. You’re practically an open book, Emm’.”

“Whatever. . .”

“We should probably follow him before he gets away.” Notes Archie.

“R-right.”

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“Whoa… What is this place?” I ask, gazing upon a small frozen garden within the depths of the cave.

A glowing tree resides in the middle of the garden, with a small podium nested in front of it. I gasp upon the beautiful sight.

“I believe we have found her tomb.”

“Her tomb?”

“The Guardian of Beauty. The Wizard of Life. The ____ of ____. But her true name… Was Juni of Gardevonn.”

“Wait… She sounds familiar.”

“She should. We’ve been discussing her powerful potential in my lectures as of late. But you wouldn’t know that in between your naps, now would you?”

“Ooh, he has you there.”

“Archie.”

The small cat-dragon huffs a snicker and perches on Douxie’s shoulder. I roll my eyes and we move forward for the tree. I can't help but marvel at the glowing tree’s blue color. I hum a note and we come up to the podium, which is now noticeably frozen in ice. I huff a breath and reach my hand out for the ice. Upon contact, I feel something similar to it. Like … My crystal magics.

“It’s not just ice.”

“It isn’t?”

“Nope. This is a mixture of the cold stuff and crystals.”

“So… I would ask if you can get the book out-- but i’d rather know what the book is before we potentially risk our lives for it.”

“It is the book of monsters.” Answers Merlin.

We all look at him.

“The book of Monsters?”

“That is correct. A book about all the weaknesses monsters have. Monsters not from this world.”

“Wait… What would a human wizard have a book like this for? Where did she even get it?”

“I'm afraid that she was never given this book. In fact, she wrote it herself.”

“What?”

“She was the first with mastery over life. Naturally, she’d keep a book to all the weaknesses of monsters who lived.”

“And ones that might be coming back?” I check.

“Yes. That is the hope anyway.”

“Great. Let’s bust it out and get going then!”

“I’m not so sure it’s that easy,”

“Sure it is,” I mark, “I can remove the crystal protection and Archie can melt the ice with his dragon breath.”

“Oh. Right.”

“Hmm. Just proceed with caution.” Merlin heeds.

We nod.

I put my hands against the cold surface and cast a spell to remove the first half of protection. It’s gone in a matter of seconds. I feel a bit dizzy afterwards but nothing new. Then, I step back beside Douxie and he grabs my hand.

Looking at him, he nods and smiles at me.

“Your hands are freezing.” He notes.

“I wonder why.” I joke.

“Cheeky.”

Archie melts the ice and makes sure to be careful about not burning the book. Once the cover is free, Merlin steps forward and rips the book out of the ice. But as we think it's all good, the cave rumbles.

“Oh wonderful.”

“Let’s get out of here!”

“I agree.”

And we run.

Run run run, back to Camelot.

To prepare for the worst.

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selfshipstuff · 3 years

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aquí, tenga esto @natalicontri

#mine #fo: douxie #fnfnfndndndjsn #sjdjsjs this is so goofy i love it #sketches n stuff

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selfshipstuff · 2 years

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this discussion was sparked by screenshots of this prompt list from @whumpster-dumpster; it also uses elements of this, this, and this. ChessireCat is @wired-heartbeats, angst overlord is me.

for this scenario there are 18 screenshots in total, so the other 8 will be in a reblog due to the image limit. transcript/image descriptions in ALT text for each screenshot.

this is where i included a screenshot of this before continuing

#mine #scenarios n headcanons #general tag: through the centuries #fo: douxie

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selfshipstuff · 3 years

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so i sketched out this scene from @selfshipquotes

#dkakfkdnvvkdndnxdkdnd this still fucking KILLS me #mine #fo: douxie #si: why are you me? i'm me #sketches n stuff

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selfshipstuff · 3 years

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gnxfjdjdb based on that scene from Queer Eye

#mine #sketches n stuff #fo: douxie #si: why are you me? i'm me

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selfshipstuff · 3 years

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❤️ + douxie and spencer!

@morilock thank u george my beloved 💕💕

EDIT: here's the post this is for!!!

❤️ something douxie loves about me is how genuine and communicative i am! i make it a point to verbalize my thoughts, especially the appreciative ones, and it makes him feel really seen and loved in a way he doesn't get a lot. more than that, though, he loves that no matter what it is-- a compliment, a small act of service, a hug, anything-- he feels how much i mean it. everything i do, i do with everything i have, and he just adores that with his whole heart!!

the communication is also just really nice even when im not acknowledging or praising him, because i always try so hard to communicate kindly and effectively, whether that's in the context of an argument, an explanation, or a teaching thing. i do everything i can to make the person im talking with feel seen and understood, and i explain things thoroughly and without judgement as much as i can. im really good at simplifying and teaching complicated concepts, and breaking down larger problems into smaller, more manageable bits, and he just loves that about me so much,,,

❤️ as for spencer, he really loves that i actually listen and understand what he's saying most of the time. he feels like he can really talk to me, and he enjoys talking to me because i'll actually engage in the conversation on an intellectual level in a way a lot of the people he talks to simply can't or won't.

he adores my intelligence and even more than that, he loves the fact that i try, because even if i don't totally understand what he's saying-- which happens a lot, because he's a genius with an eidetic memory and is just... objectively way more informed than me-- i'll ask follow-up questions to try and get a better feel for it, instead of brushing him off or telling him he's rambling or speaking in a way that's too complex. he likes that he can speak his mind without judgement and feel genuinely heard and understood for once!

#gnddnxndnsnx i got a little carried away #mine #fo: douxie #fo: spencer

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