#A PILE OF INJURED TROLLS

[robin-evry]

Maybe you could do Oni! yuu as well?

Sure why not, ask and you shall receive

𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐈 👹⚡

An oni (鬼おに) (/oʊni/ OH-nee) is a kind of yōkai, demon, orc, ogre, or troll in Japanese folklore. They are believed to live in caves or deep in the mountains.Oni are known for their superhuman strength and have been associated with powers like thunder and lightning

( English is not my first language )

Day 2 : oni!yuu

During the entrance ceremony it was going smoothly suddenly, one of the coffins burst open the door flew across the room and the person that burst through the coffin was swinging their club with spikes towards the headmaster.

The headmaster Crowley manages to dodge it just in time, the club hits the ground leaving a large crater. The attacker was wearing the entrance ceremony robe as well as wearing a hannya mask, which has a white wig with an extremely long and wild mane attached to the top. Not to mention how freaking tall this person is.

The student would be seen preparing to swing their club upon the headmaster, before they could riddle fire his signature spell upon the student to stop but it didn't do anything upon them, they basically dust it off as it was nothing. Their attention soon turns to the red haired dorm leader, before he could fire a spell the student appears in front of him and they slap his magic pen from his hand and it flew to the other side of the orientation room.

The students grabbed riddle's neck and started to choke him with, if the student added a little more pressure He swears his neck was gonna break. Suddenly a group of clones tackles them to the ground, this manages to give riddle to escape from their graps and Trey drags him to the underside far. Cater clones manage to pile over the student. But suddenly a large flash of lightning crashes down upon the pile and electrocuting his clones. His spell soon dispels and cater lay on the ground wasted.

The students stand up and continue towards the injured riddle and Trey. Soon Crowley blocked their path and begged the student to calm down saying that there might be some misunderstanding and that there in NRC right now.

Crowley asks everyone to retrieve back their dorms and then talk for a bit, in his office the student soon takes off their hannya mask. They introduce themselves as Oni!Yuu / nickname. Oni!yuu apologize for trying to kill him because they were confused where they were. In the infirmary trey was trying to calm riddle while Carter was being healed.

Regardless oni!yuu is allowed to be in NRC even after the accident, Crowley let oni!yuu to stay at ramshackle but during the school year oni!yuu is not allowed to hurt a student under circumstances as well as not having their club with them, during the night grim sneak into the ramshackle into the dorm at first oni!yuu thought grim was tanuki or kaibyo

On the first day, of school oni!yuu was approached by ace and deuce. Ace was the first one to approach them and introduce themselves to them. Ace was planning on teasing oni!yuu but before that could happen deuce managed to stop him. The storyline continues during the dwarf mind since oni!yuu is not allowed to use their club, they decided to punch the overblot monster in the head causing its body to explode. Well that was an easy win.

During the heartslabyul arc, painting the roses red, oni!yuu manage to apologize to Carter for electrocuting him, originally Carter doesn't trust and fear by oni!yuu but they seem like a nice person. At lunch no one was there to introduce them to the dorms since trey is trying his best to avoid oni!yuu while Carter even tho making communication Carter still prefers to not get close to oni!yuu... So the person who introduced the dorm was Carter minus trey.

Riddle by far was traumatized by oni!yuu. Riddle would avoid them like the plague, the hand marks they make upon his neck are still there. The marks aren't as red as before but it's still there. So basically after his overblot. Oni! yuu bow down and apologize for what happened during the ceremony, even tho riddle forgave them, he still prefers to keep some distance but his slowly warming up to him.

Oni!yuu would be incredibly tall towering most of the students at NRC plus they two large blue/red horns on their head, although oni!yuu is unable to use magic, they were blessed with an incredible body, they are able to lift up their club/kanabo without any problems. oni!yuu body is immune to magic they are able to withstand powered magic spells without getting a scratch on their body. Example of a riddle using his magic on them and they leave without a scartch. They can lift up the first years without any trouble, as well possessing incredible speed they can disappear in a blink of an eye.

Oni!yuu also has this bonus ability to control and summon lightning and wind. But this does not count as magic due to summoning lightning doesn't need to cast spells and enchantment or needing mana for it to be summoned. Oni!yuu are also able to shape shift into humans, the form they're taking in NRC is not their original form.

The kanabo/club they Carried is incredibly heavy literally no one else is able to lift it, not even malleus using magic. Oni!yuu would epel biggest role model as well as vil biggest nightmare. Epel ask for oni!yuu to train him but before they could say yes, vil drag epel by the ear. By now oni!yuu is secretly training epel when it's night or during the time vil is too busy. But soon vil caught on what's going on due to epel eye bags on his eyes, vil was about to confront oni!yuu but epel stop him. Seeing how epel is determined to keep training, vil allowed him to train but as long vil and rook are present.

Oni!yuu and malleus definitely are bff. They met during malleus visiting the ramshackle, oni!yuu just got finished training and was walking back to ramshackle. They saw malleus and immediately bolted towards him. Malleus thought that they were planning to attack him but surprisingly, oni!yuu look with excitement and say they both have horns, they gush at him saying how cool they look and they never thought they were going to meet another oni. Malleus corrected them saying that his a fae. And know oni!yuu is now ecstatic. This is a bloom of a beautiful friendship.

After their display of their bodies prowess, Azul is now hooked and will try to hire oni!yuu as a bouncer for monstro lounge. Depends on you guys whether or not they take the job or not. But if they did, bff #2 Floyd. Every time they see each other they will drop everything just to hug and squeeze each other.

[heliads]

hi!! Can I request Harry Potter x f!reader, where Harry and y/n are dating and during the battle reader gets severely injured almost dead by Voldemort and Harry doesn’t know until after he defeats him he goes looking for reader but can’t find her, getting scared he goes looking for her and finds her under a pile of rubble realizing she’s about to die he uses the resurrection stone or wand to bring her back to life/heal her. Sorry if it’s really I’ve never requested before!

just read manacled so i'm desperately craving to write some hp angst so this request was perfectly timed thx anon xoxo

'someone take me home ' - harry potter

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The air is dark, choked with the ash and smoke of Harry Potter’s only true home.

Although he is not the one setting fire to the turrets, sending trolls in to demolish the stone parapets, or hurling curses through glass windows, Harry still feels responsible for the destruction. He is the one who challenged Voldemort by trying to hunt down his Horcruxes. He is the one who has brought this needless death and destruction into the castle. When Voldemort made his pronouncement that all of this fighting could cease if they would only turn Harry over to the Death Eaters, Harry had felt the weight of that guilt settle onto his shoulders like a cloak. It is his doing, all of this. He is the one to blame.

The only way he can make up for it is to end this, once and for all. If he does not kill Voldemort tonight– if he cannot end this war quickly– every life lost, every shred of memory and pride lost in the broken castle’s rubble will have fallen because he could not get the job done. Harry is responsible for everything that happens here tonight. He has to be responsible for winning it, too.

Harry is close to the end. So close. He has already died once tonight. He does not want it to happen again. For a moment there, when he went into the woods alone to meet his soon-to-be killer, armed only with a wand, a wish, and a deeply seated terror that would not leave him, Harry had not thought that he would come back. Dumbledore had not had the chance to specify that in his memories, that Harry would survive the Avada Kedavra curse for the second time in his life.

Harry had not known at all. Through Snape’s memories, he had seen that he would have to die for Voldemort to be killed, but there was no guarantee that Harry would come back. When Harry came away from the Pensieve burdened with that terrible truth, he had assumed that the blinding flash of green light would be all. When he said goodbye to Ron and Hermione, he had left them thinking that he would never return. Walking away from them was horrible, the price of seven years’ worth of incredible friendship. The only thing worse than that was leaving Y/N.

Y/N L/N. Harry’s girlfriend. They started dating during their fifth year, coasting on the thrill of sneaking around behind Umbridge’s back to run the DA. He’d liked her for longer, of course, he swears half the boys his year had a crush on Y/N at least since their second winter at Hogwarts, but Harry was the one who got to keep her around. He never forgot how lucky that made him. And, leaving her behind in the ruins of Hogwarts Castle to end his life, Harry reminded himself of it then, too. Even if he was going to die, he had lived a properly good life before the moment the Killing Curse was spoken aloud. He should have no reason to mourn all of the moments he would never have when he already experienced and enjoyed so many.

To distract himself in those cold, empty woods, Harry had reached into his pocket for the small, dark stone left to him by Dumbledore in the shell of a Golden Snitch. It’s probably not wise to carry a Deathly Hallow through the Forbidden Forest in search of a Dark Lord, but Harry was, after all, headed towards his certain death, so he figured that a little bit of risk was acceptable under those circumstances. Turning the Resurrection Stone over in his pocket, Harry had let his eyes flicker closed as he thought of something– as he wished for it, more than anything, more even than he needed to be alive– and then his eyes had opened, and he had seen his parents.

His first thought was that they looked just like their photographs. They smiled at him, reaching out wispy hands to guide him onwards. Remus and Sirius had joined not soon after. It was easier to be brave when he wasn’t alone, and it must have just been his mind imagining it, because he swore that just before he emerged into the clearing containing Voldemort’s camp, Harry saw Y/N there too, smiling and calling out to him.

He just wanted to think of her one last time, that was all. It meant nothing. Y/N was alive with Ron and Hermione. The one-hour truce had probably ended by then, so they would all be fighting again, but his two best friends would keep the love of his life alive. Of course they would. He made them promise.

Harry had removed that worry from his mind, and then he had died and subsequently come back to life. When he was lying on the cold ground, when Narcissa Malfoy had bent over him and asked him as quietly as she dared if her son was still alive, Harry has to admit that he was not thinking about the good of the mission to kill Voldemort, nor how he could keep up that crusade if he stayed alive. No, he thought about seeing Y/N one more time, and so he told her that Draco was still living. Harry didn’t even know if it was a lie or not, it didn’t matter, it worked. It could be true. Harry had no way of telling if Draco had passed away. All he could do was survive, clawing inch by inch until he could make it back to the grounds of the castle and tell for certain who was dead and who was alive.

The ruse, however misguided, had worked, and then Voldemort had crowed with sickly joy and dragged Harry’s body back to the castle. Harry was forced to remain stock-still, terrified to move so much as a muscle lest he give himself away and incur a second Killing Curse.

Now he is back, back here, back in the present moment, back in the castle. Harry is alive and everybody knows it. Harry heard the cheers erupt when he flung himself away from Hagrid to stand opposite Voldemort again, but he dared not look back. One distracted glance gives Tom Riddle a chance to kill him, and Harry cannot– he will not– give himself away like that after everything. His friends need him. Y/N needs him. Harry must do this, he must win.

Harry is no stranger to dueling, both with friends and enemies. When Voldemort points the Elder Wand at Harry, the wand that technically is under Harry’s control, Harry feels the moment thrumming in his veins like a bloodlust even before his opponent casts the spell. His wand hand rises of his own volition, the spell rising to his lips by reflex alone.

Two incantations are chanted at the same time. Avada Kedavra, Voldemort shrieks across the dusty courtyard, his voice like a death rattle. Expelliarmus, Harry shouts back, his heart leaping into his chest. He has never meant a spell like this before, and he swears he never will.

For a moment, all is still, all is quiet. The Death Eaters and students alike watch with bated breath as the two spells arc across the courtyard, but then Voldemort’s bright spark of green rebounds the second it comes into contact with Harry’s, sending both tumbling towards the Dark Lord. The Killing Curse hits Voldemort, and just like that, with no pomp and circumstance, no drama befitting the one who has caused them all so much violence and grief, Tom Marvolo Riddle dies.

Harry doesn’t believe it. Truly, he doesn’t, until he forces his limbs to walk over to the body of Voldemort and stand, staring, at the corpse until he is certain it does not move again. Slowly, surely, the Death Eaters peel away, and the students and members of the Order of the Phoenix come back again, surging around him like an ocean wave, rejoicing in their victory.

Ron and Hermione reach him first, one at each side. They embrace him, half crying, half beaming. Hermione’s saying that he’s done it, he’s won, and Ron is grinning at him proudly, telling Harry that he knew he could do it. Harry waits for the fourth person to join their party, but for some reason, she never does.

Harry pulls back slightly from their embrace. “Guys,” he says uncertainly, “Where’s Y/N?”

Ron and Hermione exchange confused looks. “She was just here,” Ron says vacantly. “Wasn’t she, Hermione? I swear I saw her a minute ago. We were fighting together, then a bunch of Death Eaters split us up. I got back to Hermione as soon as I could, but–”

“But you didn’t see her?” Harry interrupts. His voice sounds harsher than he intends, but a sudden, icy panic is beginning to flood through his system, and he cannot think about anything– he will not think about anything– until he is certain that this fear is unfounded.

He looks desperately at Hermione, the reasonable one, the one who always comes up with answers in times of crisis like this one, but she shakes her head quietly. “None of us have seen her since the fighting started up again,” she whispers. “I’m sorry, Harry.”

“No,” he says forcefully, “No, that’s not right. Y/N is alive. We just lost her in the crowd, that’s all.”

It must be true. Harry won’t look at either of them, won’t see the slow rush of guilt that’s creeping into both of their faces. Y/N has to be here. She wouldn’t just leave him like this.

Harry pushes past the two of them, fighting his way back through the crowds. He scans every face he sees, ignoring friends and professors the moment he’s sure they aren’t her. When he doesn’t see her immediately, Harry looks not at the crowds but the grounds, the walls, to see if she’s lying down somewhere. She could still be resting, or maybe she has a broken leg or something and can’t move. There is still a way that she could be alive. There is still a way that she could come back to him.

No sign of her. Harry is about to leave the courtyard and try searching somewhere else, and then he sees a hand crumpled near a pile of rubble. The hand, bloody and streaked with dust, is connected to an arm, an arm which lies limp from a shoulder, which leads to a chest which leads to a face, a face he knows, a face which is Y/N’s.

Harry is kneeling on the ground in a flash. The body of a fallen Death Eater is somewhere to the side, and Harry has the brief, proud thought that Y/N managed to kill one of them before she– He cuts himself off just in time.

Y/N seems perfectly fine by all accounts, were it not for the ash beginning to tint her face a lifeless shade. It gets everywhere, that stuff, but it won’t matter, they’ll have time to clean up later, once it is all over. It is all over, he realizes belatedly, but not quite yet. Not until she sits up again and smiles at him like she always does.

Harry waits for this to happen, for her chest to rise and fall, for any sign of movement. Nothing comes. It is only sitting here, waiting, watching for nothing, when he realizes at last that Y/N is dead. He missed his chance to save her. Y/N is dead because Harry couldn’t beat Voldemort fast enough.

The grief crashes over him in spasming attacks. He cannot lose her, not like this. It was easier to be the one dying when he knew she would go on to live a long, happy life, but this is wholly different and much worse. Y/N deserved far more than a death at seventeen. She deserved far more than Harry letting her down in this final way.

He can’t allow this to happen. Harry has killed the Dark Lord, he has freed the Wizarding World from death and destruction, he will save his girlfriend and it will be his last victory. Harry claws at his pocket for the Resurrection Stone– he almost lost it in the Forbidden Forest, but not quite, and now he has it still– and presses it with shaking hands against her heart. Harry closes his eyes and wishes with everything he has that she would come back.

He doesn’t want to open his eyelids. If it doesn’t work– he can’t look at her again, fallen and still. He stays in the darkness until someone tells him in a light voice, “You can look now, Harry. I’m alright.”

Harry opens his eyes and almost sobs again. There, sitting up, is Y/N. She smiles at him. “Don’t look so surprised. You know what the stone does, don’t you?”

“I do,” he croaks, “but– I was so afraid, Y/N. I can’t lose you.”

“You won’t have to,” she whispers back. “We’ll always be together now.”

He wants this. Harry reaches forward and embraces her. He can hardly feel her hug him back, but she’s probably still injured from the fight. She’ll have to get up to the hospital wing as soon as possible, Madam Pomfrey can make her as good as new in a second’s flash.

Harry steps back so Y/N can stand up, and then he starts to lead her back through the courtyard. Ron and Hermione have caught up to him by now, and they stare at Y/N with undisguised shock.

“She’s back,” Harry says exultantly, as if they couldn’t tell that already.

Hermione nods faintly. “Harry…”

Her voice trails off. Ron lays a comforting hand on her arm, then turns to Harry. “You found her, then?” 

For some reason, he doesn’t seem nearly as happy as Harry thinks the situation deserves. He’s just found out one of his best friends is alive, after all, but instead he seems as if he’s just come from a funeral.

“I did,” Harry confirms. “I’m going to take Y/N to the hospital wing now, just in case.”

Y/N nods in agreement, which makes Ron and Hermione exchange knowing glances again.

“What?” Harry asks, somewhat cross.

“Nothing,” Hermione says a little too quickly. “It’s just– Oh, Harry, you have the Resurrection Stone, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” Harry says. “Why do you ask?”

The look in her eyes is deeply sorrowful. “You have to let go, Harry.”

He shakes his head. “What are you talking about? I just got Y/N back, I have to make sure that she’s alright.”

He moves to brush past them, but Ron holds out an arm. “Here, I’ll take Y/N to the hospital wing. How about you stay and talk to Hermione for a little longer?”

Y/N looks unhappy about this, and although Harry doesn’t quite want to be parted from her yet, he can’t technically see any problems with this, so he agrees, and watches mournfully as Y/N trails away behind Ron. She’s moving slower than usual, but again, that must be due to injury.

Hermione takes him by the arm and steers him away from the quickly burgeoning crowds. “Harry,” she begins slowly, “Do you remember what Xenophilius Lovegood said about the Deathly Hallows, about the Stone in particular? How it drove the second brother mad because his bride came back from the dead, but she was never really the same?”

“I do,” Harry says vaguely, not entirely sure what this has to do with him, “But that’s not the case with Y/N, though, she’s fine. I reckon it’s because I have the Elder Wand too, you know?”

Hermione sighs. “Harry, that’s not the Y/N you lost. She’s different. I think she’s closer to a ghost than a person.”

“No,” Harry says unsteadily, “She’s just like I remember, honestly. I don’t know what you’re talking about. She’s nothing like a ghost.”

Hermione takes a slow breath in and out. She’s obviously fighting tears. “That’s because she hasn’t been herself lately, even before she– even before she died, Harry. The war has been hard on all of us, but her especially. It’s taken quite the toll on her, so much so that you would see a ghost of the girl you knew and still think it was her.”

“That makes no sense,” Harry protests, but a persistent feeling of doubt is starting to shadow his mind.

“I can prove it,” Hermione insists, and reaches into her pocket to pull out a photograph.

Harry holds it in his hands and stares. He remembers the moment this photo was taken more than he recognizes the actual people inside of it. This was one of the last days they had to themselves before the war broke out in earnest and everything went to hell. It had been in the spring, all four of them in the Gryffindor Common Room. Colin Creevey had taken the photo while they were unawares and to punish him, they’d confiscated it. Harry had no idea Hermione had held onto it, but now he’s pressingly grateful that she had.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione all look the same, albeit a little younger, a little less beaten down, but Y/N– the Y/N in this photograph is nothing like the girl he’d just seen. This Y/N is vibrant, laughing uproariously at a joke one of them has just told. The version of her in the photograph turns with a start when the photo is taken, but she’s still grinning up at him, still happy. Harry feels as if a saturation charm has been cast upon the photo, it’s the only thing that would explain why she looks so bright and alive here.

Alive, unlike how she looks right now, because she isn’t. Harry had tried to bring her back, but it hadn’t worked completely. Just like in Lovegood’s story. He thinks back to the past few months and he remembers how Y/N had been, how the light had slowly drained from her. The constant running had been hard on all of them, but it was worst of all on Y/N. She was the one forever thinking of new places to go, new things to try, wearing the locket for the longest, never putting up a fight. Slowly but surely, it had coaxed the life out of her, so much so that Harry couldn’t even tell when she was just a shade he had brought back from the dead.

Hermione nods slowly, seeing that Harry understands at last. “I’m sorry, Harry. I’m so sorry.”

“So am I,” he murmurs bleakly.

“Are you going to end the enchantment?” She asks him.

Harry feels like he’s drowning, engulfed in the ash and flame surrounding him. “I will. Just– let me say goodbye first.”

“Of course,” Hermione says. “We’ll be here when you need us.”

It’s more than he can ask of her right now, both to pull him out and to support him when he’s reeling from the shock of it all. They must be devastated too, Hermione and Ron, both of them have friends here who have died in this final battle and throughout the whole war, but they’re putting him first again. He’ll never be able to thank them enough for that, but he can try.

An idea occurs to him as he walks over to Y/N. He’s still got the Elder Wand in his pocket. He hadn’t needed it for the Resurrection Stone, he hadn’t even been touching it, but maybe– just maybe–

He casts a quick summoning charm to bring his invisibility cloak over, then pulls the Resurrection Stone out of his pocket. The Elder Wand in his other hand completes the triad. All three Deathly Hallows, all together at last. Dumbledore had wondered what having all of them together might do, how one might finally become a Master of Death. He had mused once that perhaps one had to accept the inevitability of one’s own death, to brush it off and greet Death as an old friend, as the third brother had done in the tale.

Harry has done this already. Died. He accepted it then. Facing Y/N, he accepts it now. He may die from doing this, but it would be alright. Y/N deserves to live. Harry embraces his fate, whatever it may be. He has the Hallows, but he would give them up for her, he would give up anything. Even himself. He has not meant a spell like this before, except once, and he swears he never will.

There’s a sudden rush of wind around him that forces Harry’s eyes shut, just for a moment. When he opens them, Y/N is still there, but she’s a shade no longer. This time, when she surges forward and hugs him, he feels the embrace completely. 

“It’s really me,” she laughs, shocked, “I don’t know how you did it, Harry, but I’m really back.”

“You promise?” Harry gasps, half choking on his own surprise.

“I promise,” she smiles.

Harry glances back over his shoulder to where Hermione and Ron are watching with dropped jaws. One look at his friends is all he needs to know at last that yes, this is real. He’s finally won. The Dark Lord is dead. His love is alive.

At last, at long last, the last of his burdens disappear into the faint light of morning. Harry Potter is free.

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[scruffyssketchbook]

Hey, I know that the labs are gone, so I'm wondering what's going to happen with John and Devil Stan? I don't know if they had powers before, but I feel like I remember John being able to see Bolt's ghosts. And devil Stan was just confusing idk. Sorry if this is too much of a spoiler to respond to.

Neither of them had anything to do with the lab actually.

Stan and John keep their appearance's in box 31, but that's only due to cosmetic accessories.

All angel and Devil related things in SSEC are completely gone in box 31 cause they make 0 sense honestly and connected to nothing. (Troll and Wimp are still here though)

Like I was just obsessed with Angels and Devils as a kid so I put them in without any thought, but- it makes no sense at all.

I had this whole plot where Stan and John went into the legends box. The reason why was because Stan was a daredevil and was bragging that he was going into the box (he wasn't actually going to do it). And John found Stan and asked if they could go together, because John was born with a weak heart and wanted to fix this. NOW. Certain Legendary Pokemon have the power to grant wishes or favors to normal pokemon, the consequences for these wishes or favors vary, but they cant bring an already dead pokemon back to life. When the two were in the box, Stan got almost fatally injured by dialga and John started to have a heart attack. While Both of them are basically dying and loosing consciousness, a mythical finds them. Now. The trainer doesn't have a Jirachi, but they DO have a victini.

This Pokémon brings victory. It is said that Trainers with Victini always win, regardless of the type of encounter. It creates an unlimited supply of energy inside its body, which it shares with those who touch it. When it shares the infinite energy it creates, that being's entire body will be overflowing with power.

John wished to be strong, while he was dying, and Stan wished to save John. This caused both of them to get the abilities and appearances they have now, as a trade off. Tho, Stan got the short end of the stick, as he cant have sunlight touch him or else he'll burn while John is just like- constantly glowing. Stan also has healing while John has super strength.

FOR ONE THING! Pokémon cant die in the PC, and why do they just GIVE them devil and Angel powers????? For another, literally none of this has anything to do with the SSEC story or the lab at all. And YES that includes Bolt too cause his powers... were not from the lab either 😐😐😐 Bolt was born with the ability to see ghosts cause idk? His egg almost died or was resurrected or something cause Harmony nonsense. And the Lab only studied him, never experimented on him. His "power" was to transform into a Magical boy and these powers were given to him by his dead Friend from the lab that became a prince angel because IDK????? He had a lot of Spirit energy (which is why both were studied, both have a lot of "Spirit energy") Dont ask me to explain what that is cause I have 0 clue.

And YES, I drew the designs of the Magical boy outfits:

Design 1:

Design 2:

(these pics were Patreon exclusive until now but its been like- YEARS so alls good)

And at some point a ghost meowth who died by being electrocuted by A PC was going to find Bolt in the PC and become his friend/use him to drink up all of Bolt's spirit energy to become alive again-

.....

My confusion is palpable. There is more to this than what I'm saying here ofc. But in general that is all just a big confusing mess to pile on the rest of the big confusing mess.

and also, Lastly, YES! John can see Troll and Wimp, but NO, its not connected at ALL. The only reason John can see them is just due to him having Angel powers from the legendaries!

...

This storyline gives me an aneurism.

I couldn't change it either cause I tried to not change established background details, so its just been there, giving me a headache for almost a decade.

....

Red Bolt is still bb tho.

[socratesvisitsarcadia]

Catching up

The Trollmarket’s library had never been of the bustling sort, thankfully, that is. It was in the care of, and mainly visited by, one troll.

Waltzing inside the bookeep, Avaluna took a moment to breathe in the volumes, much more ancient than any on the surface besides her own. The figure of the conundrum she searched for was still unseen, though, quickly she knew not for long. Picking up one of the volumes on a pile and sitting on the chair next to it, she smiled softly as the gasps of the two trolls filled the cave.

“I thought you would be done with Lekary’s collection of Beastkeeper tales! Do you still need me to craft those reading glasses?” She put the bookmark back where it was, got up and was wrapped in a four-armed hug.

“Avaluna! So great to see you, milady!” 

Avaluna chuckled, “Blinkous… You know you do not need the formalities with me!” 

“Why with someone of your standing! Of course I would be on my best behaviour!” He bowed, only to get back up again and hug her once more. “But I won’t deny I am so glad there’s another being that I can discuss troll lore with!”

“Indeed I would love to reminisce with you about such tales. But there is a duty, and much I do not know, and your knowledge would be of the most useful variety!” Behind the conundrum, appeared the grubera she knew far too well. “Argumont! It is so great to see you as well!”

She hugged the friendly giant, who was very gentle with his strength. “Good to see you again!” 

“Truly is, my friend! Oh! I have brought gifts to both of you!” She rummages through her bag, then hands Aaarrrgh a trinket, a sculpture of a flower made with red clay, delicately painted with dots and different colours. “It was given to me by a troll cacique! It will always smell as your favourite flower!” The grubera was happy, holding it carefully and scenting it. Turning to the six-eyed troll again, the girl retrieves and hands a heavy textbook. “And this! Is a collection of the Brazilian troll history I managed to gather! It is as complete on all five human and ten troll regions of the country!”

The happy sounds that emanated from Blinkous brought an even warmer smile to the woman as he excitedly flipped through the pages. “Oh you truly know how to make a scholar’s heart swell!”

“It takes one to know another!” Her semblance did take a more somber shadow, as much as she wished to reminisce, there was a job to be done. “Now, I wish it was a better time to talk about what the past 300 years have been for the two of you and Trollmarket. However, there is a job to be done. And your input would be most appreciated.”

Blinkous sighed, understanding exactly what she was referring to. “Did Vendel call you?”

“He sent a letter and told me and my sister, telling us that the amulet chose a human for the first time in all the centuries that it has been active. He is nervous about it, and has requested for me and my sister to come by and make sure everything is going to be okay.” 

“Unsurprising… He doesn’t trust the training I’ve done so far.”

“Blinky, it has nothing to do with your training. You know I have defended your methods even after Ulkar’s fall, letting Kanjigar take over the training of Trollhunters was not a choice neither mine nor Vendel’s, it was by popular vote.” The moonlit wizards sighed, that evening was not a pleasant one, nor were the decisions afterward. “Training a human is much different from training a troll, a human child then? It is incredibly different. I remember the process of getting Hisirdoux enrolled into Arcadia Oaks Academy, as well as faking all the documents necessary for all appliances and possible bills that might come, normal humans care about their children. If they were injured or disappeared, it might bring so much suspicion, they might find out about the underground.”

Blinkous shook his head, frowning and leaning on the table. “I also would have never dreamed of this happening. I was in hopes he’d be a wizard or wizarding apprentice like you.” 

“Indeed, but there is no record in the wizarding archaic of his name or soul. So, I am afraid to say, he is not.” She moved and put a hand on his back. “So, with many of these concerns, it is best to have people who have lived in that world to help guide the trollhunter.” 

The conundrum turned to the wizard, sighing heavily. “Why not your brother?”

“Douxie was charged with the beast keeping duties, besides library and coffee shop duties. He has no time. Me and my sister were on a diplomatic mission and now we are here.”

“Suniva came too?” Argumont questioned, looking around the volumes for the sun wizard. 

“She is with Draal, we agreed to meet when the trollhunter was on the way.” 

“Well. We shouldn’t have you wait much longer! I’ll fetch Master Jim!” Blinkous got up, swiftly marching towards the exit of the library. He stopped for a second, turning back. “We would still be able to chit-chat once today’s training was over, correct?”

“Of course! We have the entire day to converse after the trollhunter returns to the surface!” She smiled gently once again, watching as Blinky and Aaarrrgh left through the door. 

The wizard then turned to the books on the table, many were troll books, yet some were in reality much newer volumes of human psychology and anatomy. Knowing Blinky, it wasn’t surprising that he was researching the best ways of keeping the boy alive, and when there were not many human studies by trolls it wasn’t surprising he went to human sources. She wondered if he had gone to Douxie’s place to get them. With curiosity overtaking her at the sight of the smaller bits of paper poking out, she reached for it, taking it and opening the book, reading through the conundrum’s notes.

It was refreshing to be looking at the psychology of humans, the reading kept her busy for the hours that Blinky didn’t return. 

It even gave her an idea.

—---

Suniva and Draal sat in the hut, enjoying a few beverages, hers being mainly energy drinks and his the usual glug. They chatted for hours, many stories flying from their mouths in between swigs of drinks. They cackled together, reenacted their tales, occasionally slapped and punched each other jokingly. Having not seen each other in three centuries barely dented their friendship, if not made it stronger. 

Once the stories had been told and the effects of both drinks started to kick in, they leaned back on opposite ends of the room. Now with the caffeine doing the opposite of what it was supposed to, with her mind slowing down, she took in the home of her dear friend. 

It still had all the items it had when she left with her sister, all the weapons on the walls and leaned on corners, shelves stocked with food and traps for gnomes lining the corners. His bed was still the same unkept mess it had always been, and… Her eyes wandered to Kanjigar’s side of the hut, kept neat and organized. The previous trollhunter and historian had left it just like that, with a mug still on the side of his bedding with some of his books layered on top. 

With a heavy sigh, she turns to the troll in front of her. Extending her aura, she’s able to feel the sadness hiding behind the happiness of the reconnecting they did. 

“Have you gotten all his pieces yet?” Her question was soft, as she tilted her head and gazed at the troll that had lifted his head, only to lower it again.

“Everything we could…” Draal was never one for talking about emotions, he was very much a punch-first troll.

“Do you want help with the proceedings?” 

“No… I’ll start piecing him together once that flesh bag is out of here…” He puts aside the glug, taking one of the bits of cooled coal and eating it. “I’m not disgracing my father with the Hero’s Forge being taken over by that… Pretender!” 

“Draal… He is not a fake. He’s been chosen just like every other trollhunter.” 

“But he is NOT a troll! He’s a sad wimpy fleshbag!” He snarled, huffing and biting down into another crumbly fuel. 

“At one point I was a ‘wimpy fleshbag’ and no one seems to mind me being one of the key advisors to trollmarket.”

“You know magic. It’s different. You were RAISED with trolls, for Deya you know me since I was a whelp like you!” He scoffed again. “How can you not see that?! Let’s all be honest, EVERYONE would rather if I had been the trollhunter! It was meant to be!”

“No, it wasn’t.” Suniva frowned, tossing her energy drink bottle at him, which he swallowed whole. “Drall, being a trollhunter is not based on descendancy, it has its own choosing style and we have no idea how but one thing we DO know is it's not by family line!” 

“Even if it was! There’s no troll better suited than me!! I was RAISED for the mantle!” 

Suniva moaned heavily again, pinching the bridge of her nose, he was one stubborn troll. “It’s. Not. Hereditary. I’m glad you wanted to be the next trollhunter! But I’m sorry it does not work like that!” 

The troll growled and hit his fists onto the ground, anger filled with disappointment. She sighed, approaching him, it wasn’t like he scared her in the slightest. Her hand rested on his shoulder, the touch bringing him to his feet. 

“My father was a great warrior and so I will be.” 

Suniva frowned and rolled her eyes. “You are. Get some rest, okay? I can sense the arrival of the trollhunter… I gotta go.” She paused before the exit, turning back with a kind smile once again. “Hey! Let’s race tomorrow night! I bet I can still reach the lake before you!” 

He didn’t move much, yet she knew he had accepted. So, with another friendly punch to his arm, she left to meet this trollhunter she heard so much of. 

[phantomdoofer]

Tower Town, Chaper 22 - The Final Slice

Part 1

Peppino sighed and leaned back, rubbing his temples. Fake paced the room, having a five-way argument under their breath. Giuseppe sat across the table from him, in more or less the same position as Peppino. Anita was beside him, on her phone with yet another of her underworld contacts.

“Please-a tell me one of-a you has something we can use,” Peppino groaned.

Giuseppe rubbed his closed eyes. “Nothing. Not a peep, ever since the Tower nuked that military base."

Anita muttered into her phone and hung up. Her lip curled in disgust. “No joy here, either. Even with eyes and ears around the world, it's impossible.” She put her phone down. “The governments are cooperating with each other for once, at least. They even released satellite footage of the poles, just in case the Tower was hiding in the polar regions. Gravitic maps of the planet’s surface. Seismic readings. Hell, they've even been trolling the conspiracy nets. Nothing.”

Peppino sighed again. “Well, remember… if the Tower doesn't-a want to be found…”

“It can't be found,” all four chorused in unison.

“But I thought Aldo said the Pizzamancer wanted us to find him,” Giuseppe muttered. He smoothed his mustache down, which had puffed up in irritation.

“He's probably waiting until he's ready to deal with us,” Anita said. “He has been dead for 2,500 years.”

Fake slouched over and crouched. “Orr perhaps he just enjoysss watching us squirrm.”

Peppino growled. “Probably a bit of-a both.” He cracked his knuckles. “The whole point is to catch this-a guy off guard. How can-a we do that if we can't find him?”

About that time, Giuseppe’s phone rang. Without leaning forward, he held the phone up to his ear. “Hey, Noisette.” He paused, then leaned quickly forward, his eyes wide. “He WHAT?” He paused again

“We'll be there ASAP!” He hung up, and looked at the others. “She says Pizzahead-I mean, Paolo- knows how to get into the Tower!”

Anita, and Peppino, both stood abruptly. “Seppe, call Vigi! Anita, call Pepperman!” He turned to Fake. “Do you want to-a bring Brando in on this?”

Fake looked solemn, but nodded. “He has inherited Gordo's power. While we do not wish to put him in harm's way, we must bring all possible options to bear.” They paused. “And he deserves to be able to make his own decision.”

Peppino nodded. “I'll-a call him.”

Giuseppe was nodding. “Sì. Sì. Ciao.” As he hung up, he looked at the others. “Paolo said to meet him… and John… at the Tower Pit.”

Peppino blinked. “John? Pillar John?”

Giuseppe nodded. “He said John is the one who has a way to get us into the Tower.”

Peppino stared into space. “Will wonders never-a cease.”

Anita hung up her own phone call. “OK, Pepperman's on his way.” She frowned. “I hope you know I'm going with you all.”

Giuseppe, Peppino, and Fake all turned. “Anita, no one's doubting your abilities, but… are you sure? We may not be coming back.”

She snorted. “I'm sure. Every hand on deck, right? Besides, you really think there'll be a world worth living in for much longer if we don't pull this off?”

Giuseppe nodded. “Yeah. Yeah. Of course.”

Peppino stood. “Va bene. Let's-a do this.”

~~~~

Pepperman and Paolo were already waiting beside John and Noisette when Peppino and Giuseppe ran up, Anita, Fake, Gustavo, and Brick driving up behind them.

“You-a really have a way to get us into the Tower, John?” Peppino said without preamble.

The immense stone man smiled sadly. “Yup. I'll explain when everyone gets here.”

Noise's car pulled up not long after, and the others were surprised to see Vigi and Brando step out. Noise grinned. “Figured I better grab Cheeseboy, an’ I found the kid about to burn that scooter of his out.”

Peppino looked around. Two former Spec Ops agents, two former soldiers, a cowboy-obsessed marksman cheeseslime, a giant bell pepper with super strength, a vengeful, still-injured Ninda, a giant rat, a trainee chef with super-toughness, a shape-shifting pile of pizza dough with a man and four frogs for a brain, a TV star with a bomb fetish, and a walking cartoon rabbit-woman.

What a motley group to save the world.

John crouched down, smiling. “Good t’ see ya all again. Yeah, even you guys,” he said, eyeing the Tower Bosses. “Got no hard feelins, really. Cept maybe you,” he said to Noise, who at least had the grace to look embarrassed, “but ya know better now, right?”

Noise gulped, but nodded. “I'm tryin’ to be better, big man.” Noisette walked over and gripped his shoulder, smiling. He smiled back.

“That's good, that's good.” He looked at Paolo. “I already know about you. You still ready to kill this guy?”

Paolo nodded, gritting his teeth. “He's gonna pay for what he did to me.”

John nodded, then stood. “Now then. Gerome's in the Tower right now. He's down near the bottom, in an old storeroom.” The Litha paused, seeing to listen to a faraway voice. “He don't know where they are, but it don't matter. Long as I know where he is, I c’n send ya there.” He frowned. “Once I send the lot of ya, I'm bringin’ Gerome back. I ain't riskin’ him no more.” John looked down at Peppino. “Ya may have killed me, but ya brought me back, too. We owe ya.”

Peppino stammered. “Oh, uh, it was-a mostly un incidente…” He scratched absent-mindedly at the back of his head.

“Maybe. But ya still did it.” John looked up. “I hope ya still got that fire I saw in ya in the Tower, Peppino. An’ I hope the rest of ya do, too.” He looked the group over. “My people are almost dead ‘cause o’ this bastard. An’ Gerome says he's got somethin’ planned. Somethin’ big.”

Paolo nodded. “I'm starting to get fragments of what I did as Pizzahead. I can't remember what, but… he got something very nasty planned, all right.” He walked up. “I'm sorry, John. For what he did. For what I did.” The pain in the Ninda's voice was wrenching.

John crouched again. “Yer as much a victim as anyone here, kid. Moreso, ‘n some ways.” He stood again. “Whatever he's doin’, it's soon, Gerome says. Says he's cacklin’ and prancin’ around. Hope yer all ready.”

Peppino looked around. “Everyone ready?”

“And eager!” Pepperman said.

Brando punched his fist into his other hand. “Confident and prepared, Signore.”

Noise smiled his fanged grin, and Noisette hefted her hammer. “Say the word, Italian.”

Fake stood to their full height, looking unusually stable. “We must stop him.”

Gustavo patted Brick's side, who squeaked confidently and took a heroic stance. “Ready when you are, Pep.”

Giuseppe cracked his knuckles, and Anita stood with her hand on her hip. “Say the word, boss.”

Paolo walked up to Peppino. “You trust me to help you?”

Peppino looked up at the Ninda who'd threatened to destroy his last hope. Who'd turned out to be another tormented soul. “I-a trust that you hate this guy enough to do what's-a right.” He looked at Noisette. “And I trust-a her judgment.”

Paolo nodded. “Fair enough.”

Peppino turned to John. “All right, ragazzone. We're ready.”

John nodded, and held out his hands. “No one move. This might feel a bit weird…”

Suddenly the world blurred, seeming to smear, and Peppino felt like he stopped existing for a second…

And then the world snapped back into place, and they were in a dark room. In front of him, Gerome stood, in his familiar overalls and hat.

“Good luck,” he said. Then he vanished.

“Always was a man of few words,” Vigi said.

“All right, let's see what we're dealing with,” Peppino said. “Anita, Vigi, mind taking-a point?”

“With pleasure,” Anita said, drawing a pistol and easing out the door, Vigi behind her. After a few moments, Vigi poked his head around the corner, waving them out.

The group crept out…

~~~~

Gerome popped into place in front of John, and walked up to his gigantic little brother. “Hope they can stop him,” Gerome said.

John turned and stared into the distance. “They're the last chance th’ world's got,” John muttered. “If they fail, won't take long for the bastard t’ take his revenge.”

~~~~

The group tried not to gape. The inside of the Tower was completely different.

“Guess dear old Grandpa didn't like my decorating style,” Paolo muttered.

Pepperman looked around. “This was my floor, but I don't recognize anything. What do we do?”

Peppino shrugged. “The same-day thing we did before. We explore.”

Giuseppe crouched. “We should split up, look around, then we'll meet back up and exchange intel.”

Peppino shook his head. “We have-a no way to communicate with-a each other.”

“So we set up a meeting time,” Anita said. “say, thirty minutes. Here,” she said, pointing back at the storeroom.

“Hopefully the building don't change shape on us,” Noisette said, sounding more serious than they'd ever heard her.

Peppino sighed. “All right, let's-a group up. Let's-a put people together who've worked together if we can.” He pointed. “Seppe, Anita, Paolo, you're together. Noise, Noisette, Fake, Vigi, Pepperman, you're-a group 2. Gus, you, Brick and Brando are with me.”

“Why you got us together?” Noise growled.

“I'm-a grouping skills and experience,” Peppino said. “Seppe, Anita and Paolo are the most technical. I'm-a hoping they find a way into the Tower system.” He pointed at himself. “Gus, Brick, Brando and I work together daily. We might not even-a have to speak. We'll be general recon.” He pointed at the gremlin. “And you five worked together in the Tower. You probably know the place best. You-a see what-a secrets you can-a ferret out.”

Everyone looked at each other.

Peppino put his hands on his hips. “Well? Come on, then! Every-a second we wait is another this-a nut could destroy the world! Go on! Partire! Meet-a back here in thirty!”

Giuseppe, Anita, and Paolo nodded. “Be back in thirty, on it.” They walked away, down a tunnel.

Pepperman and Vigi shrugged, and started towards another tunnel. Fake and Noisette followed. Noise stopped and stared. “Hey! Hey, wait fer me, ya mooks!” And took off at a trot.

When they were out of sight, Peppino seemed to slump, sighing loudly. Gus, Brando, and Brick stood around him. “Pep?” Gustavo said.

“I'm… I'm-a not a leader, Gus,” Peppino whispered. “I don't know what I'm doing. A lot of times, I don't know what I'm doing. I'm-a out of my element here.”

“Just do the best you can, Signore,” Brando said. “That's all we can do.”

Peppino looked at the young man, and finally nodded. “Hai ragione, ragazzo.” He stood straighter, throwing his shoulders back. “Let's go.”

The four set off down a third tunnel…

[empressgeekt]

With what Poppy said about the Bunker being the only place big enough and safe enough for the village, the first thing Branch starts doing when he's able to leave the hospital (which Poppy actually had to stop him and call in the Fuzzberts to do for him while he supervises because he's not allowed to do strenuous work yet) is try to expand upon the Bunker. While it did work in the short term, the Bunker, as it had been when Poppy asked him to use it to shelter the village, had not been suitable for the long term. The main reason was because it was neve meant to house that many trolls, it was cramped at best when all the trolls had poured in, and they were piling on top of each other. A few had even gotten injured on the way down the elevator due to overcrowding.

So he builds another level, one specifically designed to house the entire village in times of crisis and a few more entrances to that specific part of the Bunker. He has to be careful, of course, what with he construction of the HQ and the tunnel systems all throughout the village from both his bunker and the new HQ, but that's why the Fuzzberts took over the expansion project.

Branch would do that, he wants everyone safe. He's probably commission separate ones built around the village just in case people couldn't get to his in time during an emergancy.

[lanternfields]

River Incident(One brother returns)

It was dawn when a small group of trolls were rushing towards the entrance of the village. The bright lights of the village contrasted greatly with the dim warm colors of the sky that covered the village head to toe. It was unusually chilly that day despite it being in the middle of spring. Though to one of the group of rushing trolls it only made things inconvenient for the problem that they carried on their back. The problem being the a bloody unconscious troll that they had found in the river while just out and about on a evening walk. 'The cold weather was making their condition worse.' was what the troll that carried the bloody troll thought. As they could feel the injured troll shiver since the tattered cloak he wore didn't do him any good.

Along with hearing the shallow and desperate breaths of the troll behind her ear. It was obvious when they first found him slumped on the riffle of the river that the bloody troll was malnourished with how his face which should have been round was instead gaunt around his cheeks. But as she first carried him to now it somehow felt like they weighted more than that of an average troll. And she had been a caretaker since before the escape happened.

God she was getting old

Looking up she saw that she and her friends had finally gotten back to the village grounds. The cheerful mingling among the trolls near the entrance seemingly to stop abruptly. As they saw the bloody body of a pink haired troll with white roots hoisted upon her back. The panicked questions of the trolls around her began to blur as they seem to just be asking the same variations of questions.

"Who is that troll?!"

"What happened!? Did you find them like this?!"

"Someone get king Peppy!"

"WHY IS THERE SO MUCH BLOOD?!"

"Do you even know who they are?"

That last question seemed to tick her off more than it should've. Does it look like I know him!?

Grunting in annoyance, she shoved pass the growing crowd careful not cause the troll on her back anymore pain that they were in. Feeling them starting to move their head about slowly growing aware of where they were. Rushing through the village until she could find the medic pod. Her thoughts went back to how they even got to this situation in the first place. It was just supposed to be a calming walk with her close friends before the twelfth anniversary escape party that princess Poppy was hosting tonight. Just when they were ready to head back they stopped by a river to have drink only to met with a bloody troll who's skin and hair akin to that of an old trolls corpse showed from a casket.

As she got closer to the medical pod could see small crowd of children playing. Along with princess Poppy seemingly trying to give yet another invitation to the that grey troll she often saw on her walks through the forest. 'Branch' her memory supplied her. Though by the time she came running in they were already looking at the bloody pile of a troll on her back with horrified faces. Branch in particular looked to be the most distraught of all.

'Well shit looks like also traumatized a bunch of kids and probably caused Branch to go on another paranoid streak, damn it I forgot that the medical pod is also near the school one since they get into so many accidents.'

Passing through the bewildered group of children, princess Poppy and Branch. Finally making to the medical pod where the trolls working there taking action as soon as she stepped in. Having a moment to catch he breath she felt a wave of exhaustion go through her. Then she heard quite shuffling behind her. There she met the wide pupils of the Branch who looked upon bloody body of the pink haired troll laying on the nearest bed with wide eyes. His lip parting in and out then saying something that only she could hear from her proximity to him

"Floyd....?"

[zombirps]

time for me to start rambling about duality in my character themes

because while I literally threw this to the curb later on, my castes WERE supposed to be just two trolls per caste, and the two trolls would have mirroring themes- I could only remember lixi and clo now tho, so it's not really a thing for anyone besides my yellows

anywhoo tw; suicidal ideation

Cloten and Lixitu have mirroring themes in the sense that Cloten is about being desperate to die, while Lixitu is desperate to live. Cloten can live everything- she's lived a nuke. She's drowned herself for sweeps on end. She's actively starving herself. But she can't die. On the flip side, Lixitu was never expected to live long. She's the epitome of burning the candle at both ends- she's essentially a bundle of wicks that has been set on fire. She's never been particularly lucky in life; She's always been sickly and easily injured.

Cloten very specifically has been targeted by other trolls- She's always believed in the good in everyone around her, because she was raised in a small isolated community where everyone WAS on your side- until they weren't. A betrayal lead to the whole community being wiped out- and despite this, cloten has always been DESPERATE for the traitor to turn around and apologize- they never will. But she wants to believe in that goodness. That belief is what has killed her emotionally. The traitor continued to kill and harm trolls in her life, so Cloten separated herself from trolls to protect them.

Flip side of that is that Lixitu has never been hurt by anyone else- she's been so cautious about interaction that she refuses to give anyone a chance. She keeps things surface level- has she been hurt before? Never. You can't hit the ball if you don't step up to the plate, but you can't get the ball thrown in your face either. For her, any form of risk is too big of a risk to take- so she is slowly dying as the scope of her medical issues pile on, as she refuses to get help. She separated herself from trolls to protect herself, at her great detrimit.

TLDR; Cloten is a depressed immortal that wants to die, Lixitu is an anxious patient desperate to live, and neither of them are having a good time.

[thenexusofsouls]

"Hey- hey, little guy," Carter cooed as she got on her knees, and gently tapped the pavement before her. Hoping to coax whatever little critter that caught Samwise's concerned attention out. "It's- it's s'alright. I'm- I'm not gonna hur-hurt you."

(( @atlasheartd for one of Nuada's Bark Children friends!))

@atlasheartd

Some chattering could be heard from inside the pile of boxes and other trash that had accumulated on the side of the road. Two little voices, going back and forth in Gaelic, muttering about how they knew better and should never have been out this far. The Troll Market was still a dangerous place for them, but not so dangerous as the streets of Manhattan. Those big moving machines called cars were so scary, and one of them had very nearly run them over. Luckily, they had only been grazed, but their left leg was now painfully banged up, with one twin's head leaning far off to the side in pain.

The voices both went quiet at the sound of tapping and the smell of... of... Well, they didn't know what, but there was some kind of animal outside. And what smelled like... a human! Oh no! Humans were mean! They were terrible! They-

...weren't going to hurt them? Did they hear that correctly? English wasn't their best language, but they thought they'd heard it right. The two heads looked at each other in bewilderment. They fidgeted with their three little hands nervously.

Well, they were cornered anyway, so either they had to try to run, which wasn't possible with an injured leg, or they could take a chance and believe that the human meant what they'd said. And that the dog wasn't going to eat them. Slowly and cautiously, they limped out from between two boxes, their tiny beady eyes looking up at the dog and human.

Holding up their hands to show they weren't going to try anything funny, the children muttered fearful words in their native tongue, pleading for mercy. Their left leg was leaking sap and it hurt, so they weren't going to be able to run if they made the human angry...

[ase-trollplays]

26. Forgotten - Taki

The path to the abandoned forest hive somehow felt longer than she remembered from her youth. It had been so long since she'd last visited the spot that she could barely remember the way. However, despite getting briefly lost, she found her old hive somehow still standing despite eighteen sweeps having past. Nature had long reclaimed her former home as grass grew uninhibited and untamed and moss and vines stretched upwards along the outer walls.

"It's been so long. Do you still remember me, old friend?" Takimi asked wistfully as she approached and ran a gentle hand along a patch of soft moss, some of which attached to her skin and was removed from the structure when she retracted her hand. She was unbothered and wiped her hand on a relatively clean patch of wall to return the flora to its home.

She walked around the hive and noted the places she would sit outside and draw, the spot her former lusus, Bearmom, would lay and allow her to rest against her plush, furry body. How was the old girl faring, she wondered. Whoever her new ward is was lucky to have her, and she lamented briefly that she was such an unpalatable charge due to her cursed sight that-- No, no, her sight is a gift. She shook her head to rid herself of such blasphemous thoughts. One of the messiahs' chosen should never criticize or show ingratitude for the power they've been granted.

Becoming bored with taking in the exterior of her old home, she took a breath and stepped through the entrance. She had to duck as her younger self hadn't considered just how tall she would be in adulthood. Takimi looked around and was almost overwhelmed with nostalgia. Her belongings and furniture were long gone, likely stolen, but she could remember with crystal clarity how the room once looked. The couch against the left wall, the large shag carper purple rug that occupied nearly the entire floor, the mirror above the small bookcase on the right wall, th--

A stack of discarded food containers sat in the corner of her old kitchen. She supposed she shouldn't be surprised that squatters had settled into her old hive at some point. However, she found herself annoyed that someone left garbage within her former childhood home, however briefly she occupied it. Looking around a bit more, she sighed when there was no trash can or even a trash bag in sight. Had that been stolen as well?

Irritation aside, she decided to make her way up the staircase to the upper floor. Just like with downstairs, dust swirled in the air as the moonlight shone through the cloudy windows. The bathroom door was conspicuously closed, but she didn't consider that worth investigating. A bathroom is a bathroom is a bathroom. It wouldn't be worth her time to open the door and look inside just to stare at an old toilet and a sink.

The real treasure was her former bedroom. She peeked inside the open door and sighed with nostalgia as she entered. Her recuperacoon was still there, though the slime had long since expired and dried up into a hardened crust along the inside. Takimi strode toward the closet and gingerly pulled the door open. To her shock, she was greeted not by an empty room but a small crossbow bolt grazing her shoulder. She gasped followed by a sharp hiss as she looked down at her now bleeding shoulder, then back to the troll who fired it.

There was an armadillo plushie under one of the girl's arms while in her other hand was the spent crossbow. Next to her was a small pile of three more bolts.

"G-get away! I found this place fair and square! You can't kick me out!" she shouted defensively. She couldn't be a perigee over three sweeps, and she was absolutely filthy as though she'd been living off the land for weeks. Takimi couldn't tell the child's blood color, but she assumed her to be a lower caste judging by her fear of her.

"Worry not, young one. I am not here for you. This was once my wrigglerhood hive," Takimi told her with a small smile as she ignored the pain in her injured shoulder. The child didn't relax in the slightest and instead briefly glanced at the bolts on the ground next to her debating whether it would be worth it to take her eyes off the much taller and older woman to reload.

"I... I don't believe you. A highblood like you killed my mom. Did he send you to kill me to?!" she accused and quickly grabbed a bolt off the ground and clumsily reloaded the crossbow while trying to keep her eyes glued to Takimi. Takimi's gaze turned to the stuffed animal in the child's arms; it was probably meant to mimic her lusus.

Still smiling, Takimi stepped back to give the girl some space and hopefully appear less threatening. "I understnad the loss of a lusus all too well, though I was abandoned by mine. I truly sympathize with being all alone so young. May my former home serve you well, young one, and may the messiahs see fit to offer you one of their blessings."

"Just GO AWAY!!!" the girl screamed and aimed the crossbow threateningly at her. With a small nod, Takimi waved at her and backed out of the room lest she be shot in the back and closed the door.

She may have long forgotten her old hive, but it was now home to someone new. She could live with that.

[ask-melanc-vivura]

The Path of Courage, Part 5

The bulk of the Basalt Ogre looms in the distance. Far enough away not to notice Melryn, but still too close for comfort. The biting wind whips glittering snow against Melryn's cheeks. She needs to get to the rift quickly, at least to warm up.

Trudging forward through the howling wind and biting cold, she puts her hands in her pockets to warm up. Just one more step... Now one more step... Okay now take another... And another... Don't stop. The rift is warmer.

The rift seems to come closer and closer with every step, but so does the Basalt Ogre. "No way is that varmint gonna keep me 'way from the heat a that there rift. Not after what I been goin through just ta git here." Her words come out in a quiet mumble, but the determination slowly fills Melryn's body with warmth as she moves forward with renewed vigor. "No way is that thing gonna scare me after th' hell I gone though already." Her voice is stronger. The warmth of the rift can just be felt now, and the Basalt Ogre stands between her and the warmth.

"C'mere, ya varmint!" Her voice is a challenging bellow, directed at the massive creature before her. The Basalt Ogre isn't as big as it seemed from far away. Only about 20 feet tall. That's nothing.

The Basalt Ogre roars its challenge into the night, causing all of the imps, kobolds, orcs, and other miscellaneous creatures of the rift and its environs to scatter in fear. Only one creature withstands that challenge, and that is Melryn Anthul. Melryn raises her Hexahedrite Club. "COME GIT SOME!"

The Basalt Ogre charges forward. Melryn smirks. Something that big and heavy can't turn too well when it charges. She dodges to the side, just barely avoiding the thing's leg and--

The Basalt Ogre grabs her in one gargantuan fist. Rage fills its piggy eyes as it brings Melryn close to its maw. Melryn is not about to be a snack for an oversized imp, and she SLAMS her Hexahedrite Club into the Basalt Ogre's left eye, causing it to roar in pain and drop her. She grabs the Basalt Ogre's knee on the way down and wraps her strong legs around it, raising her Hexahedrite Club on high and delivering a devastating blow to the unfortunate Basalt Ogre's kneecap. As the Basalt Ogre begins to hop on one foot, Melryn jumps off and onto the ground. The Basalt Ogre holds its injured knee in its hands.

As the Basalt Ogre's tiny brain processes what caused the injury, pain turns to rage. It limps toward Melryn, who had moved back to a safe distance, and raises its left fist. It brings down its fist with the force of an angry god to the spot where Melryn had been standing only moments before.

Melryn stands on top of the bemused creature's fist, smiling. "Y'all gotta be faster'n that" She slams her Hexahedrite Club down on the Basalt Ogre's wrist, knocking the creature's left hand off. It roars in outrage. Nothing had ever hurt it this badly, let alone a pipsqueak like this little troll. As the shock and rage is being processed by the Basalt Ogre's brain, Melryn runs up the creature's arm like a ramp, her Hexahedrite Club trailing behind her in a two-handed grip. With a herculean SMASH, she swings the Hexahedrite Club into the Basalt Ogre's face, knocking the monster's head clean off!

The Basalt Ogre crumbles into chunks of basalt. Shadows seem to drip upward from the stones. The wind seems to die down somewhat, or at least its biting chill seems to lessen. Melryn climbs down from the pile of stone and approaches the rift. She gets as close as she dares and, putting away her Hexahedrite Club, warms her hands in the glow of the lava.

She turns back to look at the pile of rocks that only recently tried to eat her. She sees a glint in the rubble. Wondering what it could be, she approaches. It appears to be a gauntlet made from the same material as the ring. She picks it up and puts it in her bag. She will figure out what it does, if anything, later.

Maybe there are other armor pieces scattered around the world. Somehow, she knows that wherever she finds an armor piece, there will be an evil creature to slay, and this one was only guarding a gauntlet.

[kayforpay]

The sun is still red on this planet. Red, and bright, and hot, and dangerous, but much less than it was on Alternia. Clorad, along with the rest of his colony, are mostly safe when they're roused at the crack of dawn to head to the mines. It saves on lighting, he hears, or else there would be no reason to change the sleep cycles of so many trolls.

He wears a scarf dipped in water to protect his gills. There are violets on the planet, different trolls in charge who never see a moment's work that they don't enjoy, who might notice his shade is wrong. Even dried out from the heat and the light, it runs too close to pink.

So he covers his gills, and keeps his head low, and thinks about the next day ahead of himself.

Food is rationed, of course. It only makes sense. He's not as tall as the current emperor, who he suspects could be his ancestor even ignoring the shade match, but he also knows that the emperor lived in a training complex for most of his life, feasting and training, until he killed the empress before him. The image of the emperor, young and bloody, wearing the crown while he cut her head off, is still circulated on fliers from time to time.

A powerful emperor for a powerful empire. A troll not to be toyed with, not to be joked about. A troll seeking an heir.

The normal time, he had come to learn, was only a century or so between heirs. They usually would die early on, from various things that kill grubs anyway, but they would appear, be publicized, and be permitted mourning when they did. It was almost like the mothergrubs knew, or the planet itself was aware, that someone sharing Alixto's blood still walked on a planet, somewhere.

His hands ache from the pickaxe. He had been swapped to that after the metal cart had suddenly loosed from its mooring and smashed his fingers, but he still had to swing it. Dorize had wrapped his fingers into painful mittens and sent him on the way, reminding Clorad that he would heal fast anyway.

Which is true, he muses, picking up a lump of ore with both hands. Dorize had only last perigee tried to pierce his gill, and the wound was completely gone. He still felt dizzy and lethargic, and the normal gnawing, painful hunger had only increased, but he doesn't have any signs outwardly of being injured.

The blood had stained their rough wood floor, though. He still flinches every time he sees it, remembering the heat of their breath on his face, the prickle like thistle barbs in his pan as they leaned over him. He hadn't been able to move. Now, they complain that they can't have anyone over, because of his disgusting little mess.

He glances furtively to the broken cart, the one with only two wheels that work, still piled high with debris. Two days from today, the colony has a day off. Emperor's Kindness, the day when all colonies are encouraged to relax and praise him. Every sweep so far, of the fifty he's spent on this diurnal colony, they've been allowed, even expected, to sleep through the heat.

The pickaxe at the bottom of that debris pile, the one held together with ripped fabric rope and tape, is his best chance. Burying them in the yard is as far as he's planned, but he can't think of anything past that besides the immediate relief of it. Their bunking was registered together, and every time he had tried to sneak off to change it, they knew.

They always knew, their power like fingertips pressed against the flesh of his pan, feeling for abnormalities. When he tried anything, they dug it out of him and forced him to justify it; everything but the cart, so far. He wanted to fix it. It'll help move things around, he said, casual.

His fingers are bleeding through the makeshift bandages again, but he has no time to get new ones, nor enough credits to afford them, so he stuffs his hands into the loose soil with a whimper. He just needs more time. Being on this planet this long with Dorize was never the plan, either, but he has no other plans at hand; the amount of work colonies that don't require a blood test to apply for has been dwindling since well before he even left the planet.

A little more time. He'll find another ship, another colony, and fade into obscurity there again, and he'll do it without his matesprit on his back.

is it okay if I do a drabble abt clorad here

[thistles-whistle]

slight blood warning

WHAT???? I HAVENT SEEN ANYONE DO ANYTHING FOR THE JUICY ANGST IN BRO TEAM BRO????

piling onto my hc that techno troll's chests are sensitive af, and that beach ball hit synth HARD, CRIKEY

so uh ofc he got injured and that was my brain rot for the day.

[karkatwaddles]

Gamzee and Me.

Hey everyone! This is a Murder or sober Gamzee fanfiction with the reader. I love writing fanfictions, and I was originally going to make this just a fanfiction for me, but I decided to share it to the world. Im really proud of it so I hope you all like it! Here we go! TW: Violence, Blood, Injuries, Sober/Murder Gamzee. 

                       honk. 

                                          HONK.

                                                                   honk. 

                                                                                      HONK.

                                                                :o)

The honking had been happening for such a long while, not stopping no matter how far they ran, no matter where they went, the honking just continued. It filled the halls, all the rooms, and it would always get louder. They continued to run, running out of breath, legs hurting as if they would collapse if they took one more step. No matter how far, it felt as if the honking got nothing but louder and closer. It filled their head. Everything was chaos in the meteor, Nepeta, Feferi, Tavros, Eridan, and Equius, they were all dead. Sollux was blind, Kanaya was a rainbow drinker, and Gamzee had… gone insane. He was responsible for the deaths of Nepeta and Equius, and apparently, had been chasing down Karkat for such a long while. Speaking of which, he nor Terezi could be found, and Y/N just wanted to find someone alive….someone sane, they were scared and panicked, especially with the honking, the intense noise of the murderous clown-like troll basically following them. It filled their head, bouncing through their ears and not leaving them alone. As they ran, running through the dark halls, they put their hands over their ears. 

“Fuck fuck fuck!” They said to themselves as they sprinted, as fast as they could, just trying to get away from what seemed to be Gamzee chasing them. Closing their eyes, shutting them tight, they were scared. The (insert blood color here) troll had been running for so long, going through this maze of a meteor. They weren’t even originally supposed to be here, but as the group of 12 trolls had decided to play the game of sgrub, they were dragged along, now stuck there without any way back to their planet. With what happened, their new world, their prize for beating the game was destroyed, they had been living on this meteor, talking to humans and such, trying to help them through their own game, but now, with the start of Gamzee going missing, everything had gone to the worst. More than half of them were dead, injured, or just bat shit crazy. The fear they felt in their chest was like a knife in their chest that kept getting yanked out over and over again. 

Closing their eyes was probably the biggest mistake they had made. There was a reason why the honks seemed to be getting louder as they ran because as they did, they fell down a large flight of stairs. They let out a scream, hitting their bones in the hard edges, and even hitting their forehead. Soon enough though, they landed at the end of the flight, groaning as the pain of falling erupted their body. At least two ribs and his arm were broken, and now they had a gash on their forehead, blood running down their face. 

“Shit..” They mumbled, sitting up against a wall, putting their hand against their bloodied head. They brought their arm out, looking at the blood on their hand before hearing another loud honk. It felt as if the honking had stopped while they were falling, and so when they heard the noise, they jolted, being startled. They looked down the hall, seeing a figure with long curled horns, holding clubs. Their eyes widened and they stood as quick as they could, running right back up the stairs, colored tears beginning to form in their eyes. They didn’t want to die. Apparently, they were heading towards where Gamzee was, and when Y/N had fallen down the stairs, he had been watching the whole time. The fear they felt, was even more intense now that they had seen him. The clown had blood all over him, from his face to his clothes. His eyes were red instead of the normal orange… he was a scary force to behold. 

“Please….please…” They whispered, running and running, just wanting to get to someplace where they could hide. But as they ran, they ended up tripping on some random rubble, falling on their face. They curled up for a moment, holding their nose as a loud crack had come from their face as they fell. They broke their nose. A creepy chuckle was heard behind them, and they shot up, looking at the clown who was oh so close. Their eyes widened, tears beginning to fall down their face. 

“Gamzee…please don’t hurt me.” They said as they scooted back, trying to turn and run again, but before they could even stand from the position they were in, their wrist was grabbed harshly by a bloodied hand. They whipped their head towards Gamzee who lifted them off the ground from their broken arm. They winced at the pain. 

“...it hurts please..stop..” They said out of pure desperation to live. Tears streamed down their face as they struggled. They didn’t want to die, not here, and definitely not by Gamzee’s hands. Gamzee raised an eyebrow with his menacing smile. 

“IT HURTS? well, maybe THE MESSIAHS wouldn’t have led me to you brother IF THEY DIDN’T WANT ME to motherfucking HURT YOU.” He said as he brought them closer to his face. They looked at him in the eyes, and with how close they were, Y/N brought their head back and then headbutted him harshly. It made them dizzy, sure, but it caused Gamzee to let go, and drop them. They hurried to their feet, sprinting off once more, and they could hear a slight growl from behind. That definitely angered the troll. They let out a shaken breath, running towards the place they originated from when they started running. They were mumbling to themselves about Gamz, thinking about how he would never...never hurt them right? This couldn���t be him, they were so close before this. He called them one of his best friends, and of course, Karkat was his Moirail, but he was just such a close friend to them. They felt so betrayed and so hurt, they just wanted to collapse right there, but adrenaline kept them going. 

No matter how far they ran, the honking continued to close in. They ran into the main room, the original room they were all in, and there laid Feferi on the horn pile. Y/N was always close to Feferi and the others, so seeing her gone hurt, just as much as the betrayal of Gamzee. They quickly glanced around. That’s right, they almost forgot about Gamzee, and so they ran under one of the desks to hide. It was their best bet right now. 

Then Gamzee came into the room. His footsteps, his honks, any noise he made, it felt like would destroy their eardrums each time. They put their hands over their ears, talking deep, quiet breaths, praying to themselves that he wouldn’t find them. Then the sound of chairs began to move, and so, they glanced up, and right there in front of them, his red eyes glared into them, into their soul. Their heart dropped, mumbling apologies and pleads to him, just wanting to survive. 

They were pulled out of under the desk, being forced out into the open. They squeezed their eyes shut, causing more tears to fall, their breath quickening. Gamzee held them up once more by their wrist and he would chuckle a bit before throwing them into the opposite wall. They shouted out of pain, curling up against that wall, shaking and whimpering. They weren’t usually this weak, actually one of the strongest emotionally in the group, but this was a whole new level. Their heart was pounding in their chest, pain consumed them, and so did fear. They didn’t want this. 

His footsteps were heavy as he began to walk back over to them, he would bring his club up, getting ready to hit them across the had for the last finishing blow to kill them, but something stopped him. He looked back, as someone had grabbed the club he was using, and there stood none other than Karkat Vantas. His eyes widened, and Gamzee would yank the club out of his hands, elbowing him in the stomach, causing the mutant blood troll to be pushed back, right onto the ground. 

Y/N looked up at Gamzee, distracted by the other troll. Even with broken ribs, broken arms, a pounding head, they would stand. Using the wall behind them, gripping onto the rough rock, and would grab Gamzee by the collar of his shirt, causing him to whip his head back over to them, and they pulled him into a kiss. They always felt red feelings towards him, but this isn’t how they wanted to tell him. The troll’s eyes widened and he would slowly succumb to the kiss, putting his arm down, dropping the club, leaning into Y/N. They would separate themselves from him, mumbling an apology before hitting him right in the neck, knocking him out. He collapsed in their arms, and they would gently put him down as they too went to the ground, knees collapsing on them, and they would start to sob. Their entire body hurt from the emotions and physical pain they felt. Karkat’s eyebrows furrowed, walking over to them, looking down at the unconscious troll, he would sit next to Y/N. 

“YOU DID GOOD. IT’S...GOING TO BE OK.” He said to them. Y/N said nothing and only curled up, putting their knees to their chest, wrapping their arms around themselves, sobbing into their arms. This was the worst day of their life. Karkat would wrap his arms around them in a comforting way...How could this happen? How could this become of them all? It was so..horrid.

[weregreatatcrime]

Nah fuck it let's rant a bit (good natured ranting, I'm not mad at the commenter lol, I just LOVE talking about rats)

Firstly CLEARLY he was trolling his kids with the stuff like the cheese phone, the giant exercise wheel, etcetera- I actually super enjoy these things because they show his own version of the classic Splinter humor: fucking with his kids

Secondly cheese isn't actually good for rats! I'd like to clarify that I'm talking about domesticated rats, here, which 2012 Splinter is clearly one. Those markings are pretty distinctive. But too much dairy isn't great for rats and causes stomach issues.

Third: this is actually a serious point, don't give your pet rodents exercise wheels unless you know what you're doing. Most wheels are too small and made improperly, risking your rats' health. Rats need to be able to stretch completely out nose to tail when running to run safely and properly. Rats using wheels that don't let their spine stretch out are prone to bent backs and spinal issues. I had a rattie who had spine damage from a wheel before I got her, though fortunately after some time her back improved though her tail was never the same. These wheels also don't have safe running surfaces- bars can cause bumblefoot and grids are perfect places for tiny toes to get stuck in and break or get torn off. There are safer ways to give your ratties exercise in their environment including bigger cages, lots of climbing surfaces, and toys

Splinter’s obviously intelligent enough to not hurt himself on a wheel, not to mention he's not exactly about to damage his feet on accident, but it's still improbable to me that he uses it as anything other than just... a treadmill, which would be a million times more effective, and again, I'm CONVINCED he uses it just to troll with the turtles

When I say I want to see more "rat behaviors" from versions of Splinter, I don't just mean rat activities (or activities people THINK rats do) I mean rat BEHAVIORS. I'm talking sniffing, ear perks, whiskers- GOD the whiskers should be so so expressive! 2012 Splinter shows a great deal more than other versions with his ears and animation, but it's not enough for my rat obsessed brain.

I wanna see MORE of rat teeth- biting through a sword? Nah man, even normal rats can chew through fucking concrete and metal given the time and motivation. And I'm talking pet rats- wild rats are way more hardcore. I wanna see Splinter having to deal with his new dental hygiene. He'd have to chew on shit CONSTANTLY to keep those fuckers from overgrowing or start physically clipping them, which while not painful I CANNOT imagine is comfortable at all.

I wanna see the realization that hitting things with your tail is a TERRIBLE idea if you want to avoid degloving. I wanna see Splinter having the constant instinct to groom and clean himself, his sons, and his surroundings- rats are SO CLEAN and tidy, they clean themselves more often than cats and they organize their nests very fastidiously.

Rats are so so so so social and friendly, I wanna see a Splinter who constantly hugs and touches and pats his family. They sleep in piles and rarely ever alone. They groom each other and play together and can become dangerously depressed if left alone

Gimme Splinter not knowing about porphyrin- a common thing with rats, a red fluid that leaks from the nose and ears. Typically when sick, but it can happen to all rats, it's a perfectly normal discharge that scares the crap out of inexperienced rat owners. Imagine the panic when he thinks he's bleeding and has to frantically search for out of date books on rat care (fun fact: in the bayverse movie when Splinter is injured, we see porphyrin discharge!! I was incredibly excited to see it, it's much too thin to be blood)

I wanna see body language that isn't stuffed behind aged animation and lack of knowledge on rats, and every new incarnation has given me more and more to be excited over

Me: more rat things in 2012 Splinter

Commener on ao3: Doesn't he do all these rat things though..?

Me, VIBRATING INTENSELY: WELL YOU SEE-

[sayuricorner]

Miraculous Ladybug x Homestuck salt prompt idea: A ladybug’s and a seadweller’s moirallegiance

Warning: English isn’t my first language so sorry if it’s confusing!

Warning 2: This prompt idea content salt don’t like don’t read!

This is a ml salt prompt idea which is a ML/Homestuck crossover with a troll/human society AU.

P.S.: You can use this prompt if you want just credite and tag me in return please! :)

P.S.2: Prompt idea details updated

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So in this prompt the Trolls came on Earth centuries ago after the destruction of their home planet Alternia and they built their own society which got the name of “New Alternia”.

They have been at war with the humans in the past the latters believing the Trolls were demons.

Years later a peace treaty was etablished between the two races althrought both still got nowdays prejudices against each other, some humans thinking Trolls are just mindless savages who eat human flesh and some Trolls see humans as inferior weaklings.

Now days, New Alternia created some touristic places and are visited by tourists from all countries. When she was 5, Marinette and her parents came to New Alternia for some vacations.

One day she and her parents were at a beach and Marinette meet a young Eridan who was stuck in a fish net, she help him to get out despite him acting kinda hostile toward her.

After that she notice Eridan’s foot was injured she carried on her back to her parents a Eridan flushing in embarrassment.

When the two adults saw the young Troll’s injured foot they quickly got their first aid kit. When they’re done treating the wound they’re approached by an adult Troll and a teenager Troll who are Dualscar and Cronus and who were looking for Eridan everywhere. (In this prompt the alpha Trolls are the Beta Trolls older siblings and since outside of the mother grub there’s no lusus around since Alternia’s destruction, the Ancestors take care of their descendants).

Since that meeting the two family get to know more about each other during the rest of the Dupain-Cheng’s vacation and sympathized despite Dulscar’s suspiciousness toward them at the start.

Eridan and Mainette became friends during those vacations and since then she and her family often go in New Alternia when they got vacations and pass them with the Amporas.

Over the years Marinette learned more about Troll culture thank to Eridan, she even became Eridan’s moirail.

Outside of holidays, Marinette and Eridan keep contact by using chat.

His friendship/moirallegiance with Marinette made Eridan less of a jerk.

When Eridan became friend with Feferi, the latter meet Marinette during one of the Dupain-Cheng’s visit with the Amporas and became friend with her.

Years later, Marinette became Ladybug and later the guardian of the miraculous box and things are only getting harder for her not only with the akumas who’s getting more and more violent and with a certain liar who keep to her promise and turn her friends against her, passing her as a bully.

The bullying against her become bad to the point she’s not even using her webcam while chatting with Eridan anymore not wanting he saw her injuries.

One day after Marinette came back home beated up after another day of bullying, her parents got fed up with how their daughter was treated at her school and decided to pull her out of Françoise-Dupont and to search a new school.

After a while searching, they found a boarding school in the States, called Skaia High, which is a school where both humans and Trolls are students, which happen to be the school where Eridan and Cronus are studying, and after talking about it with Marinette they regist her to this school.

Marinette informed Eridan during a conversation she’s transfering to a new school and it his school, which surprise Eridan but at the same time make him happy to know he will see his moirail way more often.

Once she get to Skaia High and meet Eridan here the other Trolls/kids from Eridan’s circle, outside of Feferi who was very happy to see Marinette again, are shocked to see he got a moirail who is human and that the relationship seemed pretty good.

Things were a bit awkward at first but soon Marinette adjust to her new school and made new friends and when Paris needed Ladybug she used Kaalki to get there and to come back at Skaia High in no time once the akuma was take care of.

She told Eridan the reasons why she transfered and the seadweller was angry that his moirail has gone through so much and he become quite more protective toward her, and when their other friends, as well as Cronus and Dualscar, learned about it too they were not happy as well.

But soon this new routine will be turned upside down when an exchange programm is created and a class from another country will be visiting Skaia High for a time and this class is no other than Marinette’s former class from Paris.

And one thing was clear in her friends from Skaia High’s minds: the class from Paris is about to get one Hell of karma.

Prompt idea details(updated):

-Class salt

-Lila salt

-Bustier salt/bad teacher Bustier

-Adrien salt or Adrien sugar(You choose)

-Permanent miraculous user Luka

-Permanent miraculous user Kagami

-Chloe Bourgeois redemption

-Class redemption, a part having a redemption or none of them having a redemption(you choose)

-Eridan getting a miraculous as a temporary holder.(What miraculius he get is up to you)

-Lila telling bad lies to the “akuma class” about the Trolls.

-Caline Bustier having racist opinions toward the Trolls: to her Trolls are savages brutes because of their history and culture, which in her idiotic self rightious mind made her beleive Trolls are mindless beasts, and don’t understand how Marinette can get along with them.

-Chloe becoming matesprite or moirail with a Troll.

-Ship: You decide the ship you want just not Adrimari please.

-Eridan and Marinette being female fashion buddies: Eridan love Marinette’s design and love being a model for her when she’s sewing her dresses and ohter females clothes.

-Karkat being a Ladybug fan in the closet and being a former “LadyNoir” moirail shipper: He followed the Ladyblog, at first he liked the dynamic between Ladybug and Chat Noir and even shipped them as moirail, but the more time passed and the more Karkat noticed in the videos how unbearable Chat Noir was becoming toward Ladybug when he was presuring her to become his matesprite to the point his stupidity put everyone around him in danger. This pissed of Karkat who lost any kind of respect for Chat Noir and even enter in a comments war with the ladyblogger(AKA Alya) to prove to her how “the ladynoir ship was a pile of hoofbeast shit!”. He even pester and trolling her even more when the Ladyblog became more about Llia than about Ladybug or the akumas. And all this while hidding to everyone he is a Ladybug fan ‘cause he think the others will not leave him alone about it.