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12boogaloo · 3 months

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Okay, I cant take it anymore. The brain rot is REAL

Been on a writing hiatus since 2019 or 2020 (I honestly don’t remember so don’t @ me)

And what gets me to finally start writing again?

You guessed it ladies, gents, and serpents!

Fucking TROLLS 3

Let’s get this bread or die trying y’all 😈

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So first things first: I didn’t come up with the AU’s I’m using here! They were created by TheMiraculousMat and Keebsification on here and AO3

The AU’s in question are The Eldest and The Youngest and Out The Train Wreck

I just love it when people see John Dory and think “hmmm yes this grown man can fit so much eldest daughter energy in him” cuz SAME

So I thought: what if I just… put em together? OTT! JD and E&Y! JD have a grip on my soul and I’m filling a formal complaint in the form of fanfiction for not just 1, but 2 other pieces of fanfiction!!! Cuz why not

I’m gonna post the notes I’ve had about this idea for the past 2 week, at least the first part.

Well… it’s half notes, half chapter really…

Maybe. MAYBE. I’ll clean it up and post it on AO3. Maybe… probably lets be real

Anyway. Y’all can call me Boog and this is Project: Hyperfixation Won

Actual story name pending…

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Part 1: Author’s Actual Notes because they are a nerd

Got an idea

Gonna scratch the itch

Half brain rot dump and half story here

Combination of the Eldest and Youngest JD and the Train Wreck JD

I also head canon that trolls have tails and claws and fangs

They’re lil creatures

Basically the same stuff happens in TW with the manager and John being Branch’s father.

Branch grows up knowing JD is his dad while everyone else thinks they’re brothers.

He and Luka are dating. He’s basically Branch’s other dad.

Luka gets taken and John thinks he died. He keeps his glove to remember him.

The fight still happens. John still leaves but promises Branch that he’ll come back.

He goes to the Neverglades for the next four years.

When he gets a letter about Rosiepuff and Branch he immediately heads back to the tree to take care of him.

Pretty much all of E&Y happens but with the change of Branch knowing JD is his dad.

Makes the trauma of him leaving worse in a way which adds to the angst of the first parts delicious, but it also makes their bond really solid later on.

John forgot that everyone in the village knew them as brothers until Poppy asks him if John is Branch’s daddy out of the blue. He panics and says “no” on instinct and they both decide to just go with it. Easier than explaining it to everyone.

She still doesn’t know. Nobody does.

John still loses his arm trying to save Creek(nasty ass).

One morbid silver lining John felt was that at least it wasn’t the hand he wore Luka’s glove on. Small miracles. Lol I’m sorry

Branch doesn’t remember Luka anymore, at least not really. He sorta remembers a burgundy haired troll that he thought was important but couldn’t remember anything else about them so he didn’t think too much about it.

John doesn’t really like talking about him and Branch hasn’t ever asked so he doesn’t bring it up.

He starts dating Hickory and he does tell him about Luka. He admits that while he definitely is falling for Hickory, a part of him will always belong to Luka and their relationship will always be really important to him.

Hickory is more than okay with that and even tells him that he would’ve loved to have met the man that made his sweetheart so happy and kept him safe before it was his turn. (John just about cried when he said that same buddy and agreed that they’d probably get along pretty well.)(He shows Hickory pictures of him and Luka one day and they laugh over the fact that John clearly has a type.)(And, based on Hickory’s own light blush, same.)(He immediately said Luka was ‘real cute’ and John still laughs at him for it.)

He also tells him about Bold and how Branch came to be. (Hickory spent solid hours comforting him afterwards and spent an equal amount of time thinking of ways he could get Dickory to help him torture the bastard if he ever saw him.)(He decides in that moment that he’d do anything to protect his boyfriend and his son. Anything.) (He’s also even more grateful to Luka when he hears about how he protected his love the day they met. He really wishes he could thank him…)

Branch makes jokes about not calling Hickory his stepdad till they get married, which makes John flush bright blue. (Hickory just laughs and winks, the traitor.)(Hickory secretly really wants Branch to call him ‘Pops’ and he’s so obvious about it.)(Branch finds it hilarious and doesn’t on purpose. He’d actually love to call him that, he’s just being an ass.)(You’d think he wouldn’t ever want to but no. For some reason, it’s only thinking of Hickory as ‘Papa’ specifically that makes him feel wrong. Like that’s not available to him. I wonder why.)

After saving Floyd, the boys all start spending more time together as a family. Floyd and Clay move into the bunker with John and Branch. Bruce still lives on Vacay Island but he tries to visit at least once a week, even bringing his wife and kids with him if he can.

They still love doing shows together and will do a big one every two weeks at least.

A few months later, they’re getting ready to hangout together after a performance in PopVillage. Hickory isn’t with them, he was actually watching with Tiny in the crowd, so he can’t see them.(Lil dude is really attached to his “Uncle Cowboy” and “Uncle Johnny” it’s adorable.)(And yes Guy is close by, Tiny is still very very grounded.)

Poppy wants to introduce them to a former stage manager that she’s worked with before that had come to see the show from TrollCity. Branch has met him once before and thought the guy was weird and a little creepy but nothing else made him feel suspicious so he kinda just ignored it. He figured if Poppy trusted him, it was fine. (Obviously he still kept an eye on the old bastard, cause your boy isn’t paranoid for nothing. And you never know.)

They all agree to meet and when they get backstage… it’s him.

Bold.

The bros old manager. The man who hurt their eldest unimaginably.

JD basically shuts down as his younger brothers immediately shield him from view.

They need to get out of here without causing a scene. Fast.

“Poppy, I think we need to go…” Floyd mumbles, his usually soft features twisting in both anger and slight fear as he stared the old troll down.

Poppy looks at them in confusion, “Wha- but you guys said you wanted to see everything we set up!!” She looks between the brothers and the older manager, Branch joining her as his eyebrows furrowed.

“Sorry, kids, I don’t think we can do that…” Bruce doesn’t take his eyes off of the old man as he steps back, closer to Clay and Floyd who were holding John Dory’s arms and hands to keep him steady in their safety bubble, their tails wrapped around his waist. “Not when he’s here.”

Poppy blinks in confusion. “What do you mean? Have you met Mr. Bold before?” She asks.

The old bastard chuckles. “Don’t worry, Miss Poppy.” Poppy huffs a bit at being called ‘miss’. (She’s Queen, dammit. Only Hickory calls her ‘miss’ and it’s always as a joke.) “I was the boys’ manager back in the day! It’s just been a while since we’ve seen each other.” He looks over each brother, clearly trying to get a look at John Dory and noticeably souring when he’s blocked. Then he smirks, taking a few steps closer, his wooden cane thunking against the floor. John flinches with each tap, tap, tap. “You’ve all grown up so much.”

Bruce holds his ground, crossing his arms and rolling his shoulders, his bigger body blocking most of JD from view. Clay was growling behind him, both him and Floyd curling closer to John and their ears pressed back in irritation. Bruce gives a humorless chuckle. “Heh. Yeah, we’ve grown up, Bold. We grew up and you’re fucking old now.”

Poppy gasps. “B-Bruce, that’s not nice!” She turns to Bold and smiles nervously. “I’m so sorry-“

The man waves her off. “Don’t fret. I’m sure he didn’t mean anything by it. He’s right after all.” He looks at them again all smugly, leaning on his cane. “Like I said, it’s been a long time.”

Floyd scoffs. “Not long enough.” He growls, baring his teeth. His claws start coming out and he’s thankful he’s holding John’s prosthetic arm as he feels them scratch the metal.

“Woah, okay, what the hell is up with you guys?” Branch finally steps in. That was so unlike Floyd to say something like that. He’s never seen the older troll that angry before, he’s never seen any of his uncles that angry before.

Bruce huffs. “What’s up is that we’re leaving. Now.” He goes to turn around to start steering his brothers out of the room when he hears Bold chuckle, making them all freeze.

“You all really have changed so much,” He says, his tail swaying side-to-side behind him. John looks up and they manage to lock eyes, Bold smiling sickly as John stares in horror. “Especially you, Johnny Baby.”

John feels sick. He feels like he’s gonna pass out. He feels his legs start giving out as Clay and Floyd rush to hold him up. He feels his body going completely limp and his vision blurs and his chest hurts and he can’t breATHE-

Bruce tackles the old troll, immediately landing brutal hits to the bastards face. He screams between punches, “DON’T TALK TO MY BROTHER!” Bold tries to hit him back, only managing to smack Bruce in the side once with his cane before continuing to get pummeled.

Branch and Poppy jump in frantically to pull him off of the man and the three of them stumble back. Bruce shoves them off and glares at Bold again. He was lying on the ground, groaning and clutching his nose, there were scratches and bruises on his face and he was covered in his own glittery copper blood. “Stay. The FUCK. Away. From John.” Bruce pants and shakes out his hands, flexing his exposed claws. He spits on the ground. “Bastard.” He turns back to his brothers. “Cmon, let’s get out of here.” He lifts JD up bridal style and Clay and Floyd follow him as he starts rushing to the door.

“Wait, hold on!” Branch runs after them, leaving Poppy standing in confused horror at what just happened.

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That’s what I’ll give for now lol

I have like wayyy more written out but I’m mean so 😈

Anyway

Thank you for coming to my ted talk

Lmk what y’all think ig

Check out the folks that created these AU’s plz @matmiraculous and Keebsification (idk their tumblr so plz don’t yell at me) both on AO3 where I found them

Later yall

#trolls band together #hickdory #eldest and youngest au #out the train wreck #trolls john dory #holy shit what has happened to me #hyperfixation ftw #trolls clay #trolls floyd #trolls branch #trolls bruce #my fav besides John Dory

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winter-leftovers · 3 months

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Til The End Of Eternity || Chapter twenty five: As The World Caves In (25/?)

(Douxie Casperan x f!reader)

Summary: Y/n is trying to figure her life out but is going to be hard since her brother is the new trollhunter and she is plagued by dreams and feelings she doesn’t understand.

Chapter Summary: Merlin and the trollhunter team make Jim take a decision. Y/n and Douxie have their last night on earth.

Word count: 4150

Warnings: a lil of angst. +16 stuff, implied smut, nothing explicit

See episode ten of Trollhunters before reading for extra rage!

(Season 3 Episodes 9, 10)

Song?: As The World Caves In by Sarah Cothran

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“We’re home, mom! Y/n! Merlin?” Y/n heard the front door opening “Got the stuff you needed”

Her heart increased its already fast pace.

“He is going to kill me” she whispered as she looked up at the couple surviving pieces of Jim’s vespa laying on the garage’s table from her place on the floor.

“Ugh” Merlin rolled his eyes. The wizard was tired of the girl’s nervousness.

Y/n ignored him. She tried and tried to explain to him how important the vespa was but it didn’t seem to matter to him. It didn’t fit his logic, if it does fit what Merlin already believes, he won't try to do it any other way.

“What’s that smell?” Toby complained.

“Hell” Y/n screamed to the trollhunter team that were still at the door.

“We’re in the garage” Blinky announced.

Aaarrrgghh and Blinky were still impregnated by the horrid smell of the cave where Merlin sent them to look for something that he didn’t allow Y/n to see.

Jim followed the voice of the troll, opening the door followed by Toby and Claire carrying the trophies of their conquest.

“It appears your little excursion was just as fruitful as our own” Blinky pointed to the table.

“My vespa?” Jim screamed, only being able to focus on the remains of his bike.

“I’m so sorry, Jim” Y/n stood up.

“Aaah” he dropped to the floor in agony “what did you do?”

“I put it to much better use” Merlin nodded and Y/n pulled one of the covers “This one is for Tobias”

“What?! We got armors too?!” Toby screamed as the sheet fell to the ground revealing an orange suit of armor “I’ve been waiting my whole life for this! So cool! So cool!” He ran up to it to look it up closer. With one of his finger, he carefully caresed the metal “Look how shiny it is”

Y/n smiled, happy that her work with Jim’s bike had made him so happy. She took a step back and looked at her father before revealing the last one.

“And this one is for Lady Claire” Merlin said as the sheet fell revealing a purple set of armor.

“Oh. Wow” Claire breathed “Holy guacamole”

“Do you like it?” Y/n smiled “I used purple because is totally your color”

“Yes” the girl carefully touched the metal “You did this?”

“I like mine better” Toby stated.

“I’m glad. I did it thinking of you” Y/n chuckled, turning to Claire “Yeah. I’m going to have metal under my nails for a hundred years”

“Wow. Thanks. It’s amazing” Claire smiled.

Y/n blushed. She took a step back to observe the happiness her work has made.

“Good work” Merlin ruffled Y/n hair.

She smiled back to her father. Besides being forced to destroy her brother’s bike the afternoon was very tame, nice even. Merlin let her take the lead in the design and construction of the armors. Father and daughter working together side by side on the floor of the garage, recounting old memories in between the comfortable silence.

“That’s surprisingly nice of you, Merlin” Jim said.

“Quick query” Blinky wasn’t as trusty as his student “If we’ve been collecting items for a spell to thwart Gunmar, then why would they require armor?”

“A spell? You thought we would stop Gunmar and Angor Rot without going to war?” Merlin couldn't believe the ingenuity of the troll.

Y/n shifted in her place. They still haven’t recovered from the consequences from the last war but Merlin was right. There wasn’t any other way

“Do you have sand for brains?” The wizard started pacing.

“Wait, a war?” Jim asked.

“Once freed,” Merlin cracked his neck “Morgana will attempt to bring forth the Eternal Night”

“Free Morgana?” Y/n’s voice came out more hopeful than she wanted to.

“Sounds like you’re saying you’re not going to stop Gunmar from freeing that witch” Claire stopped playing with her new armor and turned to the wizard.

“Oh, did I not make myself clear? I’m not here to stop Gunmar” Merlin clenched his fists behind his back. Y/n frowned, she only saw him do this a couple of times: once when Douxie wouldn’t shut up about his staff after almost dying and a couple of times when discussing important matters with King Arthur “I’m here to kill Morgana”

Y/n felt her knees give out. She walked back until she found a solid surface, a wall to hold the weight of her soul. Maybe it was naive, childish even but all these years she hoped to bring back the Morgana she knew, that maybe, if they gave her enough time, Y/n could find a way to bring back the sister she once knew, but with this war, Merlin wouldn’t give her the time.

Her father’s possible words resonated in her mind “Grow up, Y/n! She’s a monster! She’s never going to change! We have to kill her, now!” She would cry and her father would mellow, he would understand the grief her daughter is going through and say “I’m sorry, Birdie but there is no other way”

“And maybe there’s no other way. Maybe I have to grow up. Maybe my sister has been dead this whole time” she thought.

“Jim. Jim. Jim!” Y/n was brought back by Claire’s screams.

“Want to weigh in here?” An irritated Toby asked the trollhunter “Merlin just dropped the bomb we have to let Morgana loose”

Y/n looked around, her father had walked to the other side of the room somehow. She walked by the entrance door where he was standing and sat down on the steps, her body still too shaky to stand.

“Wait, he destroyed my Vespa” Jim said.

Y/n chuckled, lowering her head, her shoes suddenly more calming. Looks like she wasn’t the only one at her limit.

“He what? See? Then you must listen to the voice of reason. Mine!” Blinky screamed.

“Gunmar has the staff of Avalon. Soon he will find a way to free her. This is when we will strike. Together, we’ll slay Morgana before the Eternal Night starts” Merlin explained.

“Woah woah woah” interrupted Toby “I’m sorry, you want Jim to go up against Gunmar and Angor Rot and Morgana?”

“Do you have any other idea?” Y/n asked, already disheartened by the circumstances.

“Now is the time to strike” Merlin didn’t let Toby answer “She’s been imprisoned for centuries and she will be at her weakest. This is our best chance”

“Wait” Claire stepped forward “If Jim defeats Morgana, you get your magic back”

Y/n lifted her head.

“That would be a pleasant bonus, yes” Merlin frowned.

“Oh, you only want your magic back!” Blinky said ironically “Aaarrrgghh, my friend, put your fist through the old man’s face”

“Well, that’s not fair” Y/n stood up, her face revealing the anger she felt at her friends.

“Mmm. Old man make sense. Stop witch forever” Aaarrrgghh shook his head.

“I’m with Blinky. Sounds like Merlin wants his magic back” Toby said.

“What if Merlin’s right? He’s been right about everything else” Claire frowned, scared of making the wrong choice.

“Thank you” Merlin bowed.

“Claire” Toby chuckled “Gunmar and Morgana wants to destroy the world” he turned to Merlin “We live in this world!”

“Yet, this world is protected by the trollhunter. What say he?” Merlin turned to Jim

“Uuh” Jim looked back at the expecting eyes “I need to think”

“Then, I await your decision” Merlin bowed.

“Jim” Y/n walked up to him with a soft smile in her face, she grabbed his hands “The decision you make is the one I’ll be happy to fight for”

Jim nodded, returning the smile with difficulty, the nervousness creeping into his spine.

Y/n turned back to leave.

“Whatever you choose, if we are to fight, we’ll need an army. Aaaarrrgghh and I will see what we can do. As to whom we are fighting. I’ll leave that to master Jim” Blinky said.

Merlin and Y/n shared a look and rolled their eyes.

—

“She’s not receiving my texts” Y/n tipped with one hand and bitted her other index fingernail.

“Thanks. Call me if you do” Claire says to her phone “My mom hasn’t seen her either”

“She’s not at the hospital” added Toby.

Jim and Y/n looked at eachother, hoping that the other had news they hadn’t shared.

“Asking for mommy’s permission?” Merlin mocked from behind the fridge.

“Shut up” Y/n turned, pointing Merlin with her phone “I used to ask for permission to breathe. There’s no need to be an ass”

Merlin raised his eyebrows, a half smile in his face.

“You’re asking us to wage a war. It’s only fair to have everyone weigh in” Jim explained, calmer than Y/n.

“I’m feeling a bit peckish. Where do you keep your fresh haggis?” Merlin looked through the fridge.

“What sort of cannibal wizard hungers for boiled meat in a sheep’s stomach? Ugh” Toby turned to the door “I’ll see if anyone at the school has seen her”

“What kind of sixteen year old knows what a haggis is?” Y/n frowned.

Before Toby could open the door he was tackled by Nomura.

“Jeez, lady, don’t you knock?” He complained.

“Nomura!” Jim ran to aid his friend and the changeling.

“Blood! There’s blood on the rug and it’s purple!” Toby screamed.

“What happened?” Y/n walked up to the changeling.

“Usurna tried to capture me at the museum” Nomura stood up with difficulty “Gunmar needs a changeling to activate the staff of Avalon”

“So he found a way around my safeguard. He needs human hands who can speak in troll tongue. If they fail to take her, they’ll look for others” Merlin looked at Jim.

“Strickler” he said.

“Mom” Y/n said.

“Do you think she’s with him?” Claire asked.

Jim quickly pulled out his phone and called Strickler only to be sent to voicemail.

“We don’t know for sure she was with him” Toby tried to be positive.

“Don’t be naive” Y/n burst his bubble.

“Split up and search everywhere! Find my mother!” Desperation irradiated from Jim’s plea.

“It’s okay. We’ll find them, Jim” Claire smiled.

Y/n turned to Merlin her eyes full of tears:

“Please, let me go with them” she grabbed his arm.

“Of course, Birdie. What kind of man wouldn’t let her daughter look for her mother?” He smiled, wiping with his thumb the tear that had fallen.

“Thank you, father” she hugged him, her cheek hitting the cold metal of the armor.

“Go” he kissed her head.

Y/n ran to the center of Arcadia looking in every corner hoping to find her mother’s red hair but only finding empty spaces. She walked and walked, praying that she was wrong, that she didn’t send Claire and Toby to a dangerous fight. She imagined Strickler and her mother having a date in a remote corner of Arcadia and for the first time she didn’t want to pull her hair out.

“Meow”

Y/n feet stopped. She looked down, tears falling down from her face, she chuckled.

“Hi, Al”

“Meow” he repeated, rubbing himself between her legs.

Y/n kept looking at the cat with amusement. The way his skinny body moved in circles between her legs, his soft fur felt against his shaky body, how his tail, that seemed burnt at the tip, tickled when it disconnected from her body. Her brain was so filled with tragedy that looking at her cat felt like a religious experience.

“Y/n?” The familiar voice sounded so distant yet so close.

She looked up, finding in the distance the boy, the man which she was hoping to see all day. A smile formed in her face washing away all the tears that were burning her eyes.

“Doux?” she asked, well aware of the answer.

The blue haired guy shifted his broom from hand to hand and waved. His hand stopped in the middle of the air but quickly resumed the greeting.

Y/n laughed at the young wizard, her heart filling with the warmth she craved.

“Doux!” She screamed as she ran to the man’s arms.

“Y/n!” He screamed, dropping the broom to catch her before both of them could fall.

She snaked her legs around his waist, pulling her head away from his neck.

“Hi!” She said with a gigantic smile.

“Hello?” Douxie frowned, his cheeks flushed “are you okay?”

Y/n squinted.

“Were you crying?” Tried to get closer to her eyes.

The sudden happiness that had invaded her body disappeared as quickly as it appeared. Y/n dropped her legs, her eyes filling up once more.

“I’ve been an idiot” she looked deeply into his hazel eyes.

“I really don’t follow” he chuckled, disappointed at the loss of touch.

“Can we talk inside” she points to the library.

Douxie nodded.

Y/n looks at the sky and can’t help to, once again, pray for everyone’s safety.

Y/n followed Douxie to his apartment, to her favourite place in this town: the brown leather couch. She sat down, closing her eyes when her head hit the back. With her eyes closed, she wished she could be more selfish and leave this war to someone else, to go back to her house and say to everyone “hey! We don’t have to do this! Someone else can! Let’s hide at Doux until it’s over!” But she can’t. She couldn’t.

“Do you want something to drink?”

Y/n opened her eyes and found Douxie looking down at her.

“No. No” she grabbed his wrist “Come sit” she pushed him close to her.

“Love, what’s going on? Should I be worried?” Douxie lifted his arms as Y/n finded a comfortable position in his chest.

“I’m sorry for not telling you about everything but I can’t tell you exactly what’s going on” she crossed her arms behind his back “Don’t be mad”

Douxie sighed:

“I’m not mad” he lowered his arms, hugging her back “You said you wanted to talk?”

“I know” her voice trembled.

Douxie looked down at Y/n. Her eyes were lost in whatever was the whole issue at hand. He knew the situation well. Back in Camelot, when Merlin used to make her keep secrets, useless or not so useless secrets that would fill her up, to eat her up, she would shut down like this. Now, she was trying to compartmentalize the secret to tell Douxie what she could without getting into trouble with her father.

“They’re going to free Morgana” Y/n said, tears falling down unapologetically.

“Oh. How…”

“And they’re going to kill her” she sobbed, hiding her face into his chest “I know is the only way…”

“But you hoped it wasn’t” Douxie hugged her tighter.

“Why do we have to do this all over again?” She sat up “Maybe there is another way? I mean…there is a human trollhunter…” she stopped when she saw Douxie’s look.

“I’m sorry” he whispered.

“I know. She doomed and she did it to herself” she lowered her head in Douxie’s shoulder “Maybe in another life”

He hugged her closer trying to absorb the grief from the tragedy that has been following them since they were children. Y/n closed her eyes, melting in his touch.

“Doux” she whispered.

“Mmh?”

“The world may be ending in a couple of hours…” she looked up.

He looked down at her, his eyes full of curiosity.

She lifted her hands placing it in his cheek, the little stubble prickling her palm. He gave into the warmth of her movement.

“I don’t want it to end without being yours” she whispered, her face red as the roses Douxie had brought for her.

“We don’t have time to get married besides Master…” he rambled, too nervous to answer.

Y/n chuckled:

“No, dumbass” her hand falling to his chest as her face got redder by the second.

“Oh. Oh” he face relaxed and tensed back.

“Oh” Y/n mocked with a smile.

Douxie smiled at the girl's attempt to lighten up the mood. He grabbed her face and got closer to her:

“We don’t have to” he whispered.

“I want to” she grabbed the collar of his shirt and kissed with the passion of a woman with no future.

Douxie quickly returned the kiss, his hungry hands wandering Y/n’s torso, finding the hem of the shirt and discarding it easily.

Y/n panted as she felt Douxie’s penetrating gaze on her. The flush traveled to her chest as his glossy eyes moved up and down.

“You’re even more beautiful than the first time I saw you” he said, his cheeks as crimson as hers.

“Thank you” Y/n smiled.

Douxie smiled back and kissed Y/n nose making her giggle.

“Should I?” Y/n gently pulled Douxie’s black shirt.

“Do you want to?” He raised his brow “Scandalous”

“Please, don’t tell the ladies of the court” Y/n laughed as she took out Douxie’s shirt.

Y/n was mesmerized. She probably had the same face he had seconds ago. She stretched her hand, with her fingers caressing his chests, his stomach. Obsessing how Douxie would twitch under her touch.

“Now I get all the teenagers” she pressed her palm on his chest “you’re hot”

“Now you get them?” Douxie pretended to be offended.

Y/n nodded with a big smile as she got closer to his neck, biting the place where his shoulder and neck met.

“Ah” he moaned, pulling Y/n away softly by the hair “What was that?”

“In case we survive. I don’t like sharing” she laughed.

“I don’t like sharing either” Douxie lifted Y/n from the couch and disappeared into the bedroom.

—

Y/n closed her eyes, Douxie’s limbs and hers tangled with each other, outside the birds sang and the wind ruffled the trees. For a moment, the world is not ending, nobody is dying, she’s not losing a part of herself. She wishes she could live in this moment but she knows that her wishes always fall on deaf ears, that the god that was assigned to her has left the building long ago. She was granted one wish, one good thing for eternity and she was sharing a bed with him.

She felt Douxie shift so she turned to face him.

“I can’t believe I slept with Douxie from Ash Dispersal Pattern” she joked.

Douxie laughed and lifted his head from the pillow. “Good for you love but you better leave before my girlfriend gets here” he said putting on a raspy voice.

“I’ll kill you” Y/n bitted Douxie’s bicep. “That’s an awful Ozzy by the way”

“I do what I can” he dropped back to the pillow, dragging himself to be closer to Y/n.

“What now?” She buried her hand in Douxie’s hair.

“We wait until you have to go or I’ll have to go to the battle of the bands” Douxie’s hand found a place in Y/n waist.

“No! The battle of the bands! I completely forgot” Y/n pinched the bridge of her nose “How do I still have a job is beyond me” Y/n sighed, her job was at the bottom of her list of priorities right now.

“Shh” Douxie pulled her closer “Let’s just lay here. Let’s wait for the end”

“Thank you” Y/n kissed Douxie's forehead.

“Why?” He whispered.

“For going along” Y/n closed her eyes.

“Til the end of eternity” Douxie kissed her cheek, closing his eyes.

Y/n laid there pretending to be in the woods of her childhood, back where her problems were less smothering, back when she could still dream to run away with the errand boy without hurting anybody. Now, she loved more people than the three she had back then. She couldn’t abandon the world without consequences. She had to fight and fighting was going to cost her ever more than last time.

Something turned in Y/n’s stomach.

“Did you feel that?” She sat up, starting to dress up.

“No, I was falling asleep” Douxie muttered.

Something had just happened that was going to change the balance in the world.

“I have to go” Y/n kissed Douxie.

“Should I go with you?” Douxie sat up once the urgency woke him up.

“No, be normal” she screamed from the living room as she looked for her bag.

Y/n moved her wrist making her staff appear in her hand. She took a deep breath and pointed the staff to the door, focussing to make a portal appear. Her staff shot a dark mass that quickly stabilized. Y/n sighed and crossed it, appearing in her house.

She wanted to shout, she hadn't used dark magic in years but the sense of darkness killed all her joy.

The house was a mess. Furniture thrown around everywhere, the tv was on on a random channel, all of the books where in the floor.

“Jim? Father?” Y/n screamed as she walked on top of a broken vase.

“Birdie! Have you found your mother?” Merlin walked out of the kitchen, unfazed by the mess.

“What happened?” Y/n clenched her staff.

“What had to happen” he walked forward with his hands behind his back “I talked to Jim”

“What did you tell him?” Y/n frowned, the feeling was growing stronger.

“I shared with him a vision I had while I rested” Merlin put a hand on Y/n’s shoulder “I saw a way to finally end this stalemate. To win this war, I must have a champion with a foot in both worlds”

“No” Y/n whispered, shaking her head. She looked up at her father with her eyes full of tear “You didn’t” she pushing his hand away.

“It’s his destiny” Merlin said like it would suffice.

“He is a child!” Y/n screamed “Sixteen. A baby”

“It’s the only way!”

“I don’t care!”

Y/n felt the atmosphere dropping, everything was heavy to be quickly lifted from her shoulders. She looked around, everything seemed similar except her father’s concerned face.

“You’re bleeding” he pointed to her face.

She lifted her hand to her nose and cleaned the blood from under it. She looked at it and looked back at her father.

“I don’t…” she couldn’t finish the phrase, a gigantic explosion in her mind interrupted her. She took her hands to her temples trying to quiet down the sound.

“The Eternal Night is here” Morgana’s voice proclaimed and everything was quiet once more.

Y/n looked up at her father, cleaning up the new blood coming out from her nose:

“She’s out”

Y/n heard the faucet turned on and ran up stairs ignoring the rest of blood in her hands and face.

“Jim” she screamed “Please! Let me find another way!” She screamed and kicked the door.

“Y/n Ambrosius do not interviene. It’s his choice” Merlin warned from the living room.

“Jim! Please!” She cried and knocked on the door until her knuckles bleeded.

Y/n sat by the door in silence as she heard the tub filled up. She screamed and kicked and knocked, he wasn’t coming out.

“I guess I’m staying until you come out” Y/n chuckled “He’s right. It’s your choice and I already told you the decision you make is the one I’ll be happy to fight for. I guess this still applies”

The faucet stopped.

Y/n stood up.

“I love you, Jim” She whispered to the door “I’ll see you on the other side”

Y/n walked down the stairs and sat on the floor looking at her father walking around the room.

“There really wasn’t any other way?” She asked one last time trying to kill her guilt. She already knew if it was in his father’s vision it was probably the only way.

“No” he shook his head.

She nodded. Lowering her head, waiting for Jim to come out. Y/n smiled when she noticed she had accidentally put on Douxie’s shirt.

“Jim” Toby screamed.

Y/n looked at the door. Claire and Toby had brought her mother and Stickler back in one piece.

“Where’s Jim?” Barbara screamed at the wizard that was playing with the tv.

“Finally becoming a true trollhunter” Merlin said.

“You never” Strickler stepped forward.

The house shook, making Barbara follow the sounds.

“Jim! “She screamed “are you in there?”

They screamed and kicked and knocked but Jim wouldn’t answer.

Y/n stood up and walked to her father, like a child who's afraid would do when she can’t tolerate the dark anymore. She pressed her forehead on his back, closing her eyes with force, trying to block out the screams and then the silence.

A/n: every time I see a cat is a religious experience.

I’m back with more!!! I think 4150 words is the longest I ever written in this series I honestly don’t know what happened but I’m happy with this chapter ☺️ sorry for the delay but THEY CUT MY POWER AGAIN FOR THREE DAYS dont get me started you’ll read my manifesto soon. Also my silly course is over friday 🙏🏻 if I pass it would mean extra credit so pray for me

remember to leave love letters and death threats!! 💖

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grapejuicegay · 5 months

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this is what happens when you forget that p'aof is a troll. you watch ep 4 of last twilight and draw the parallels to bbs ep 4 and think oh hey, a sleepover and no heartbreak or tears. what a fun parallel! and then you get to ep 5 all excited to see what he springs on us this time - it won't be bbs ep 5 because this is an entirely different story, but it'll definitely be good! and bam. there's the heartbreak. because he knows the brain rot he has caused. he used it to his advantage and snuck that heartache right in there. goddamit. i got got once again (i am so happy to have been got)

#thanks p'aof #last twilight #last twilight series #bad buddy brain rot #just going to sit and stare into space trying to process this ep #i am filled with emotions and idek what they all are right now oh my god

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sonicasura · 11 months

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You know what be a fun AU idea?

Making Barbara Lake an actual threat to her enemies and the only one aware of it is Jim.

We all know that she will throw hands with God for her son. Like Barbara literally just goes off on Strickler, Angor Rot, a Gumm Gumm and fucking Merlin. She would put on the bloody Fierce Deity Mask if given the chance whilst not giving a damn about the mysterious god stuck inside. LET HER WREAK HAVOC.

I think it be even more chaotic if she looks human but actually wasn't. Whether she used to be human or had Jim in this state is a toss up. It make an interesting hybrid Jim as a side.

One example involves one of my favorite Digimon, GranDracmon.

Barbara essentially makes a deal where she becomes the vessel of the Dark Area Ruler's power. No strings attached as the woman can do whatever her heart desires. Barbara, of course, just continues life like normal. Maybe disposing any petty crook or a certain awful husband.

Oh yeah, that would make Jim is half human/Digimon since this deal was made before he been born. Barbara's human form is now an interactive mirage. RIP James once he realizes just what he divorced on her son's 5th birthday. 🤔

Barbara take Strickler's attempt at the life bond spell as a cute joke since she's essentially undead. Can't really bound your life force to a dead person. Avocado man revealing his true appearance be like:

Barbara: You are so cute!

Strickler: C-c-cute?!!! Are you nutty?!

Barbara: *reveals her GranDracmon visage* Batty is more accurate. 🧛

Strickler: Oh my 😳

Also extra rip Merlin if he manages to gaslight Jim into doing the spell. Wouldn't that make him half GranDracmon/Troll or a third of each? It be an ultra pain in the ass if he hadn't awaken his Digimon side so now he has extra issues moving his new body.

Jim barely making it to his home on shaky legs while the beast like heads, horns, tail, and wings way him down. Barbara WILL hurl Merlin through the walls at the sight of what he's done to her baby. He realizes that he practically fucked over a literal demon lord's whelp as she stares him down with vile fury.

What worse way to explain to your friends and allies about not being fully human. If Jim hadn't told them or at least his best friend. Also Eternal Night? More like Eternal Hell cause Barbara got a humongous advantage.

Only powerful light can kill a GranDracmon so they essentially just added curtains to a crystalline massacre. I won't be surprised if she just crystallizes Gunmar and Morgana then use their bodies to fix the Primordial Heartstone.

Gotta love my insane brain sometimes.

#sonicasura #trollhunters #tales of arcadia #tales of arcadia trollhunters #toa trollhunters #toa #trollhunters barbara #barbara lake #digimon #digimon digital monsters #grandracmon #would this count as species swap #grandracmon!barbara #grandracmon barbara #just to be earnest #back on my bullshit

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peachteaships · 5 months

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I should not have seen Trolls 3 in my current mindset but lile

Damn got me on that trolls brain rot again lmaooooo

Also, maybe small crossover cause maybe smurfs and trolls can be a thing. Maybe idk maybe, idk,,,,don't look at me too much lmao

#peach speaks #peach's personal post #please dont reblog #i couldnt go see it in theaters cause im broke af atm #and a friend helped me find it in hd online so #i did that and DAMN #good movie #good villain songs too #im getting ideas about revisiting my insert again

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blade-that-was-broken · 2 months

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Hello! I just wanted to say that I LOVE LOVE LOVE your trolls fic "For This You Were Born" IT'S SO GOOD! It gave me air, fed my cats, saved my dogs, and moisturized my skin LMAO.

That fic got me brain rotting BAD, and because of that I actually started having a story idea similar to yours. Im just going to ask if it's alright to have the "Mom tricked JD into sacrificing himself" idea implemented into my story?? If it's okay, I'll definitely give credits. That's all, I hope you have a great day 🫶

Oh my gosh thank you so much ❤️❤️ I’m so glad you like it! I had a great time writing it, especially the first few chapters.

Absolutely! Go for it, man! I’d love to see what you come up with. It’s a horrifying concept but I find it interesting due to the world the trolls live in.

You have a great day as well! ❤️

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verdantglow · 1 month

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are you basing your au on any specific life season? in terms of grouping and such at least. Or is it all cobbled together with things from your favourite seasons? Or is it maybe like, making a new season? Whatever it is im super interested.

also since sburbs not involved im assuming there wont be classpects, but if there were what would you assign to who? (feel free to just pick a couple of your favourites so you do t have to do 18 classpects 💀💀)

So, the AU is based on all the seasons, kinda smashed together in various ways. The cast plays all season as separate VR LARP (VLARP???) campaigns, which in turn influence somewhat what’s going on interpersonally outside of VLARP in the meat space. I’m also pulling from other SMPs I’ve seen the cast in for certain details, as one of my fav things with AUs is working in little references to canon/fanon. Then there’s the aspect of which relationships I feel I want to explore in the Alternian meat space/what I think makes sense given everything else. Plus, you know, a little sprinkle of shipper brain rot.

I’ve got one or two group placements to work out, but I will make a post either today or tomorrow with that info!

As for classpects, boy howdy, I was avoiding this, but once I started, I have found it’s actually really fun & I want to do more! (Do I need an AU of this AU where they actually do play Sgrub…?)

Here’s the few I’ve figured out so far plus some art!

Smalsh Beans as the Heir of Rage

Given how unhinged Joel can (& does, regularly,) get, Rage felt like a good aspect for him, but I was really torn on class for a bit. I didn’t see him as a knowledge, destruction, or healer class. I landed on Heir going off a few fan theories. I saw that some people lost Heirs as being controlled by or representing their aspect, or as being consumed by or becoming their aspect. Idk, something about red life Joel just screams Heir of Rage with those definitions. Briefly considered making him a Witch, because that’s an active class vs heir being passive, but in the end, I think Heir fits better.

(Note: I’m playing with the idea of Smalsh Beans going by Joel for some silly reason, just ‘cause he’s the only one with a human name that isn’t present in his troll name/isn’t extremely close to his troll name, &, well, I’d rather call him Joel. **shrug** Maybe his matesprit gave it to him as a nickname?)

Scohtt Smajor as the Seer of Void

I may have listed Joel first, but Scohtt is the first I settled on. I knew I wanted him to be either a knowledge class, just based the fact that that man has a freaky high perception score. Like. Scott in canon always is one of the first to pick up on shit, so Scohtt is no different. I toyed around with making him the Seer of Mind, but then realized that a) he’s got higher perception that insight (granted his insight is also good) & b) I couldn’t bring myself to make Scohtt, already a teal blood, anymore like Terezi lol. But with Void, it can represent things that are unknown or hidden, so a Seer of Void might be one who can specifically see things that are secret, much like how Scott often figures out hidden from others before anyone else. (For instance, how he immediately knew Scar & Grian were soulmates in DL or how he eavesdropped on secret convos in SL.)

#Trafficstuck #joel smallishbeans #scott smajor #trafficblr #verdant art #verdant rambles #verdant answers #ngl figuring out some classpects made me question how I want to approach this AU….#I am seriously considering pivoting so that the life series were games they played before playing Sgrub…#like. it’s so much stuff to figure out #like kernalsprites & planets & whatnot #which I thought might be overwhelming #but it sounds so fun now…#AUs of AUs are cool right?

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thefloatie · 1 year

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Oh my gosh, I love you

I'm thinkin'

Thinkin' about you, muffin

When I wake up, I'm thinkin'

Thinkin' about you, muffin

You know our love was

Ten times sweeter than candy

Ten times sweeter than cake

Thinkin', thinkin' about you

Ding dong, trick or treat

I was knockin' at your door every week

And I saw you in my fortune cookie

What a great gift like a basket of goodies

But you were cold as an ICEE

And I got a little bit of a brain freeze

I could speak your language (language!)

If you just let me

Let me in

I don't need a dating app

'Cause I've got a Candy Crush on you

But you broke me like a Kit-Kat

Left my heart not found, rotting in the trash

Now I'm scrolling and paroling through your Instagram feed

No, I'm not trolling but you're all I wanna see

Insanity approaching, man, I'm drinkin' jealousy

Like a Coca-Coly, oh-wee

I'm gonna keep the doctor away

'Cause you're my apple every day

Every day I'm thinkin'

Thinkin' about you, muffin

When I wake up, I'm thinkin'

Thinkin' about you, muffin

You know our love was

Ten times sweeter than candy

Ten times sweeter than cake

Thinkin', thinkin' about you (alright, alright)

She an angel, like a food cake

Got a halo and I'm lookin' like a double take

Stream with me, I'ma be your e-boy

We gon' mine diamonds, ayy, I know I'm a bad boy

I've been lookin' in a jar full of jelly beans

Fly me to the Moon Pie up in Tennessee

Baby, I'll find you, yeah, we were meant to be

With a Ring Pop, I'll get down on one knee

Marry me

Willy Wonka, Willy, Willy Wonka

I'ma be your chocolatier

Oompa loompa, doopity-doo

You're the one I need

So have no fear (aye-aye-aye-yah)

Can I call you mine?

Be my valentine

The one of my dreams

Let me kiss you like Hershey's (oh-oh-oh)

I'm gonna keep the doctor away (away)

'Cause you're my apple every day

And every day I'm thinking (hey)

Every day I'm thinkin'

Thinkin' about you (language!)

Thinkin', thinkin' about you, muffin

When I wake up, I'm thinkin'

Thinkin' about you, muffin

You know our love was

Ten times sweeter than candy

Ten times sweeter than cake

Thinkin', thinkin' about you

You bet I'm thinking about you

Hey

Da-da-di-da-yuh

Da, da, da, da-da-da

Hey!

Da-da-di-da-yuh

Da, da, da-da-da

Your love was ten times sweeter than candy

Ten times sweeter than cake

Thinkin', thinkin' about you

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p3rf3ct10nn1nj4 · 2 years

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Can I request wikit clown crew (Gamzee, Chahut, Marvus, Kurloz, and TGH) finding out their f/o is a juggalo and them having to deal with explaining culture differences of clowns there and here?

Absolutely! Clown brain-rot is plaguing me rn. Also to any fellow jugz reading, Whoop Whoop and much love!

Gamzee

He'd be kinda thrown off, especially if he found out bc he spotted you with your face paint on for the first time

Would feel a bit awkward around you anytime you weren't wearing your paint until you genuinely sat down with him ab it

The main thing he didn't expect would probably be that "juggalo" itself is not countable as a religion?

The "face paint isn't as big of a deal" part would definitely weird him out a bit too

Overall I'd say he'd be the first one on the list to get how different it is from the clowns on Alternia

Would definitely start taking you with him to more clown church events, especially if you started wearing your paint just for it

Absolutely going to gatherings with you if/when you all make it to Earth C

Keeps you stocked with like.. Every flavor of faygo ever?

Would still take you everywhere, it used to be a "for protection" thing and it still kinda is

it's also a little bit of "look at me, look at them, my alien partner does stuff like face paint too!"

aka, kinda bragging, kinda protection, kinda "he just likes having you around"

would ask the least amount of questions after the main explanation, yet the most odd questions too

"WhAtS ThE MoSt dRaNk fLaVoR Of fAyGo?" "yOuR FaVoRiTe sOnG?" "WhAt aBoUt aLbUm? HoNk!"

would be introducing you to every other messiah.. even if there aren't that many

if you weren't already, you are now 100% an honorary clown church member

congratz?

Chahut

She would definitely find out by finding a stash of face paint that wasn't hers and definitely wasn't troll paints (i feel like Alternia'd have mehron style paints just not mehron label)

She'd ask if it was yours right off the bat because, well..

If you were Chahut's f/o I believe she probably would've convinced you to move in.. or move one hive over?

After she learns its yours she'd definitely ask why because she probably hasn't spotted you wearing it yet

however she would probably be a little bit.. soft/hesitant because she'd probably be thinking two things

either you got it for her

or it's yours yours, ya know for your own face paint

when you tell her it's "yours yours" her eyes would immediately look away from you (if you weren't wearing your paint)

it takes a moment or two to get her to feel fine glancing your way and even longer to get her to genuinely keep her eyes on you to some what keep a steady conversation

she'd have no discomfort asking questions ab the clowns back on earth

you'd have to bring up the other types of clowns too eventually (jesters, mimes, birthday clowns, etc)

her questions would kinda stay on juggalos for the moment though

stuff like "do they drink faygo too?", "do they have parties?", "are they as violent?" would be about the type of questions she would be asking

would definitely be the one on this list who's the most patient with the questions, waiting until she knows for certain you're done answering one to ask the next

would bring you to clown church if you felt up to it

when she learns ab gatherings she kinda.. only asks about those for a hot minute

better hope you've actually gone to one otherwise a lot of those questions are gonna go unanswered

second place for "most-trouble understanding/comprehending how face paint isn't a big deal for you" until you explain that it isn't religious for you (or most other human ninjas)

would probably only give you faygo thats her favorite or a compromise flavor that you both agree is really good

Marvus

Marvus would also find out via excess paint but would ask if it was Chahut's first because he doesn't use that type of paint, but she does

when its not hers he gets kinda confused and asks the staff

the staff would probably bring up how they saw you bring some paint in once

he'd be asking you immediately after

when he finds out it's yours, for your face paint he kinda,,, flips out a lil

not in a bad way, more of "wait....ur a clown too?"

he'd be giddy for a moment then he'd kinda remember all those times you weren't wearing it

questions would start getting tossed at you, rapid fire, until you ask him to slow down and repeat

would be the one asking every question under the sun one could ask about it

he'd learn about gatherings and flip his lid, especially since he could sing there

would absolutely ask to see what your paint looks like- once he gets off stage that is- speaking of stage, he's missed his cue by like.. five/ten minutes?

by the time he gets off stage it's like rapping out the words he "memorized" made space for more questions bc when he comes back

well when he comes back his outfit is kinda.. bloody, and so is the stage.. but he still questions you like its a Hollywood movie style investigation

so many questions

if you are wearing your paint by the time he comes back he'd probably stop and just kinda... stare

he'd really like the way you look with your paint on, he'd think the style complemented your face and outfit and would probably feel like kissing you

questions about... idk everything juggalo would bug him too much though

he'd be mesmerized every time you wore your paint for a while honestly

a joke would start going around the staff rooms about how you secretly know chucklevoodoo and basically hypnotized him

would go to parties galore with you, start taking you to clown church more, and just having you be even more involved in like,,, everything

third quickest to grasp everything, from the "no face paint, no problem" to the "juggalos/lettes/ninjas exist"

would keep you stocked with your favorite flavor of faygo and his favorite

Kurloz

would figure out you are a clown from subtle hints, not even like, "they left some paint" or something else but like

he'd take you to clown church once and notice a bunch of little things

you can easily blend in with the crowd

you have no problem joining the crowd when everyone starts whooping and can do so with ease

you don't really back away from the faygo showers or the one time they picked you for a secret blood dump prank (they said it was faygo, it was not... obviously)

in fact, none of the stuff he expected you to have questions about was something you questioned or backed down from

he would ask you about it eventually and when he does..

he'd have a loooong list of questions written out for you to read through and answer

typing them would've taken metaphorical sweeps and he could forget the questions from the time he thinks of them to the time he goes to actually ask you

so instead he wrote them all

you'd be sitting there for a decent portion of the night going through all the questions

he would politely ask if he could see what your face paint looks like and what kind you use

(to make things easier for me, imma just say mehron which if you don't use it I highly recommend, no faygo shower is gonna be washing it off)

if you say mehron he'd try to stock up on some at his hive, which is a pretty big deal to them and it would mean a lot if he found out you did the same for him

kudos to Kurloz, he'd be the second quickest to understand how no paint isn't so bad to you as well as the differences and would also be a gentleman and stock up for you just in case

he'd start carrying a small to-go thing in case of emergency

would keep you stocked with specifically your favorite flavors of faygo

TGH

i have no clue how he found out if it was on Alternia

however

say you were on Earth C now

he probably would've found out by hearing from another clown (probably gamzee) about you going to this gathering thing???

would ask you about it and what a gathering is and from there you'd kinda have to go through the whole juggalo and culture difference thing the most

he could get how there were clowns here

but the fact it wasnt as religious, as violent, or as worried about paint?

that wouldn't really sit right with him

like okay, one of them not being the case is.. odd but okay

two? seems a bit fake but i guess

all three however, it just feels like they're ripping off clown church and trying not to be related

however, he will start acting as if you are the leader of juggalos/lettes/ninjas

it will be difficult to get him to stop. very.. very difficult

will call your romance "an alliance between juggalos and clowns" on multiple occasions, typically around or to other trolls

becomes very protective of you

not only is being tied with clown church and clowns in general dangerous but now you are double affiliated?

he sees it as a death wish in the making

would still keep you stocked with faygo, like.. you constantly have too much faygo

unless you chug five 12ltrs of faygo a night, you will have to dedicate a walk in fridge to faygo... and get a walk in fridge

that doesn't even bring up the per day amount either

you like.. can never run out of paint or faygo its literally impossible

he will spoil you more than he already did, any icp/psychopathic stuff you want is yours, any and all of it

but will still refuse to believe that they are neutral ab paint/non-violent with violent songs/not a religion on their own

#homestuck #hiveswap #ancestors #homestuck gamzee #hiveswap marvus #chahut maenad #kurloz makara #the grand highblood #my hcs #wikit clown crew #juggalo #insane clown posse #juggalette

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