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vwildmage · 7 years

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Welp, guess I'll spam you with some half-changeling Jim AU questions then! Firstly, have you given any thought as to what Jim's father's troll form might look like? Also, did you ever specify what happened to Jim Sr. in your AU? Secondly, I thought it might be a fun idea to have the school's Shakespeare play be "A Midsummer Night's Dream" instead of "Romeo and Juliet" because of the fairy themes--I dunno, it sounds cool to me? :D

THIRDLY! Would Gunmar/Bular/any of the other Gumm-Gumms treat Jim differently because of his heritage? Heck, if Jim’s father was a changeling maybe Bular even knew/worked with him at one point! That might add an interesting dynamic! Okay, I think that’s it for now. I can try to think up some more, though, if you’re interested! I love all the work you’ve done on this AU!

I have been meaning to address James Lake Sr in this AU, because there are a few things I could do with him. but for now, just his appearance.

I feel that his troll form would be a lot like Jim’s, just… less friendly, if that makes sense. All of Jim’s troll traits came from him, they just get a bit watered down. James Sr has antlers, but they’re wilder than Jim’s. Think the Beast from Over the Garden Wall, but angled backwards a bit. His skin is a very dark blue, for blending into shadows. He has digitigrade legs as well, but his claws are long and viciously sharp. His tail is a bit longer, and has less fur on it. And I think he would have narrow spikes running the length of his spine.

Also, this is a bit ridiculous, but what if he also has gills. Like, he was born to a tribe of trolls that inhabited underwater caves (the antlers make it a bit impractical tho) or maybe they could be swamp dwellers? He could also have webbed claws then. (this would also mean Jim has a chance to develop gills, he just might not know they are there.) I’m sorry, I’m a sucker for aquatic creatures.

As for what happened to James. There are a few ways that could go.

Option A) he cared for his family, but he wanted to keep his superiors from finding out about them so he left while Jim was very young. Perhaps he did something with his own magic to keep Jim’s magic dormant and keep him hidden. He then left for parts unknown to keep the Gumm-Gumms and the Janus Order away from them.

Option B) he was found out and killed or imprisoned for producing offspring, with a human no less. this is unlikely, because unless by some miracle he managed to keep them from finding out exactly who Jim and Barbara were, they would have been taken and/or killed as well.

Option C) the angsty option and also the one I’ve been toying with most: James is indifferent to his family. He only saw them as part of his cover, nothing more, and when he received orders to go elsewhere, he turned his back on Jim and Barbara without hesitation. I’ve been contemplating this one because it means that, should the Gumm-Gumms realize that the current Trollhunter is his son, he’ll almost certainly be called in to deal with it. Because Jim has been proven to be pretty sentimental, and it’s guaranteed to fuck with his head if his own father shows up and tries to kill him.

Option C could go two ways: either James has some feeling for his family, and at Jim’s pleading he decides to betray Gunmar and join the team or his loyalty to Gunmar wins out and he keeps trying to kill Jim until Jim in turn is forced to kill him.

As for the third question, it doesn’t really affect much. Bular and any Gumm-Gumms that encounter Jim will see him as a target. Learning of his heritage only makes him a mistake to be eliminated. If Bular knew Jim’s father, his reaction might vary just a bit, depending on which of the above options we run with. Option A and B would just mean he goes “so you were the one that useless impure was hiding. his efforts were in vain. time to die.” or something along those lines. He would definitely despise Jim as the child of a traitor. Option C, Bular might taunt Jim with the fact that his dad is loyal to the Gumm-Gumms and willing to kill his own son for Gunmar. Bular might be the one to call in James himself at that point.

So, yeah. For this AU, I kind of want to have loyal-to-Gunmar James for the conflict (and that sweet, sweet angst, because I’m a monster). (not that it will actually happen, but on the off chance that he did betray Gunmar and join the team, he’s not fully redeemed exactly, he’s just there. He shows up every once in a while like an asshole cat, giving information on Gumm Gumm weaknesses and picking fights with Stricklander.)

#Trollhunters #Halfchangeling Jim AU #also Jim being forced to kill his dad or be killed himself and after he does he's in shock and the others are trying to console him #ask #answer #anonymous #my writing

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ultra-literal-fandom-trash · 7 years

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What Lives in the Shadows 2 - Bad Moon

Don't go out tonight,

Well, it's bound to take your life,

There's a bad moon on the rise.

-Bad Moon Rising, Creedence Clearwater Revival

“Well Master Jim, there are many creatures that could have been responsible for this kind of tragedy! Stalklings, Dragons, Wilops, Minotaurs,”

“Blinky.”

“Kelpies, Tort-Torts, Chimeras-”

“Blinky.”

“Gumm-Gumms are another option, but the only one that would be allowed to roam in this realm is Bular, but of course you killed him, so-”

“Blinky!”

The blue Troll stopped counting on his many fingers and blinked all six of his eyes at the teenage Trollhunter.

“My apologies, Master Jim. It’s just...the description of the murders...Why it could be almost anything!”

Jim sighed, placing both his hands upon the table as he finally gave up flipping through all the old books and ancient scriptures (though Aaarrrgghh was still reading, an innocent smile on his face as he helped) and looked back at his mentor. “I know…”

“Perhaps it could just be a human murderer.”

“It could be, but I just...have this weird feeling that it’s not. And that’s why we’re doing the stake-out tonight.”

Aaarrrgghh looked up from the printed words at the mention of food and licked his lips. “Mmmh...Steak.”

“You shouldn’t get involved in this.”

The three jumped at the sound of Vendel’s voice, who was standing in the entrance to the library with his staff clutched tightly in his hand. There was...an odd look on the elder Troll’s face, a kind of emotion Jim couldn’t quite recognize.

But he could still tell it was something bad.

Jim opened his mouth to ask what Vendel was talking about, and how he even knew what this was about, but as the first syllable left him, Vendel had left.

“Vedel, wait!” He rushed out of the library and quickly stopped. The leader of Troll Market had disappeared into the crowd.

Now he was sure something was really wrong.

---

“You guys don’t have to do this, you know.”

Toby gave an ‘pfft’ of mock indignation, placing his hands on his hips as he hopped off his bike. “Come on dude! I’m your best friend! I’m totally helping you with this.” The chubby boy gave the other teen one of his classic grins. “Besides, this is, like, some cool detective stuff right here!”

Jim let out a small laugh at Toby’s excitement, dismounting from his Vespa and offering a hand to Claire, who had hitched a ride, like a gentleman. It was only this time that Toby decided he wouldn’t tease his pal for the light pink that dusted his cheeks as their hands touched.

“And we can’t just let you do this alone.” Claire said.

“I wouldn’t be alone. Aaarrrgghh, Blinky and Draal will be helping. I don’t want you to get in trouble for being out this late” That little blush was back. “...and I definitely don’t want you to get hurt.”

The Latino smirked, twirling the shadow staff around in her hands. “I think we can handle ourselves.”

---

It was 11:00 PM when they met up with their Troll friends on main street and split into groups - Claire, Toby and Aaarrrgghh were to patrol the West of town while Jim -though he silently protested that he should be with Claire- was paired with Draal and Blinky to take care of the East.

But it was 1:00 AM when it happened.

“Toby…?” Claire asked, her tone having an edge of unease. The boy yawned in response, rubbing his eyes. “What is it?” The three of them, tired, but still dedicated to the cause, were traveling down an alley that was only illuminated by flickering street lamps.

“...What’s wrong with your shadow?”

Toby whirled around to the brick wall, and amongst the flickering lights there was a shadow...but it wasn’t that of a short, chubby teen.

The lanky, inhuman shadow reached its arms out…right out of the wall.

---

The scout emerged from the Dark Place, the realm between realms that their species had been born to travel through, confronting the two meat things and the stone beast.

She roared, a horrid noise that sounded like metal rubbing against each other to create a screech, the reptilian hiss of a crocodile, and the roar of some unholy beast all wrapped up into one. The call rippled through the alleyway, reaching its target as the two males that had accompanied her crawled out of the Dark Place and to her side.

She was bigger than them. Females were always bigger than males, but females were rare now. It was only the Queen that could reproduce and down deep inside of her, it didn’t feel right. The Queen wasn’t even female. Or male. It was an IT that just kept creating and creating

The old instinct faded from her mind and she began to stalk towards the prey, drawn by the heavy stench of fear that radiated off of them.

She was bathed in moonlight.

---

“WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?!” Toby screamed, hiding behind Aaarrrgghh’s massive arm as the Troll growled protectively. What just came out of where his shadow was supposed to be was a creature he had never seen before. There were three of them, things covered in black skin(?) that seemed to ripple and twitch like a liquid, but was also solid at the same time. While two of them were on all fours, the one in the middle was standing on its long, skinny, double jointed legs, making it about the height of Aaarrrgghh.

The thing was incredibly bony, its ribs jutting out and its stomach almost appeared to be collapsing upward into its somewhat visible spine. At the end of those inhuman legs were rounded feet with four curved, talon like claws on each one. It’s arms were equally long and thin, attached to hands with only three fingers, two long and bony and one short thumb, each tipped with sharp, ivory claws. A long tail swayed behind its body, with two curved, pincer-bones on the sides of the tip.

And seated on top of the body was a rounded head with two elongated ears, pointed and raised. The creature’s snout protruded slightly, but not as much as a cat or a dog, with two slits for nostrils. The eyes, partly facing forward and partly facing the side, were like large orbs of light. But what stuck out was the individuality. The big one had glowing green eyes, with large white pupils, glowing almost as brightly, while the other two had an eye color of yellow and blue.

The thing snarled, lips curling back to reveal purple gums and teeth that were big and sharp enough to snap bones. Saliva poured from the ugly beast’s mouth as it hissed at them, flaring out a huge pair of bat-like wings that had been folding against its back, and allowing the black spikes along its spine to stand erect...Then it pounced.

There was screaming...but death never came. Instead, there was a flash of blue and silver and the large creature had been sliced in half.

And there was Jim, standing in front of his friends in full battle mode, his sword dripping with black...blood?

The two smaller creatures hissed, taking a few cautious steps back. The severed body gurgled, twitching spastically as it crawled around to its lower half and began to eat its own purple organs while its black flesh began to reattach. The act of self cannibalism made the Trollhunter gag, and while disgusted, Blinky watched with interest. He had never seen anything like this before...yet there was a familiar tingle in the back of his head.As the blood on the sword hit the ground, it began to return back to its own body. “What a remarkable creature…” The multi-eyed Troll breathed.

Then the thing looked at Jim and smiled, its own intestines hanging out of its mouth, caught on its jagged jaws as it smiled so wickedly and almost knowingly at him. Instantly he screamed and began to slam the sword repeatedly into the creature’s body as it desperately tried to repair itself. The smaller ones flared out their wings, getting into an attack position...but stopped..and suddenly fled. Jim didn’t notice. He didn’t stop bringing the sword down when it let out a wet noise, or when it stopped moving. He only stopped when Claire grabbed his arm. “Jim. Stop.”

Shaking, he did stop to her words. These things ate people and they ate themselves...This was so fucked up. But...he needed to know what their purpose here was.

Draal snorted, staring at the mangled, oozing corpse while placing a hand on the Trollhunter’s shoulder. “Let’s get you all home. You’ve been through enough tonight...We’ll come back and clean up this...mess before dawn.”

No one protested.

---

She watched the entire time. He looked familiar, the silver one. He looked like happiness and sadness to her, but it was a good feeling. That’s why she called back two of her brood as they were about to attack.

She loved him and hated him for what he did, so she had to be the one to kill him, to crawl inside him and tear him apart from the inside.

Her body hit the concrete with a heavy thud, the two males crawling around her feet as she stared at the remains of the female that had failed. She was still trying to repair herself. What a trooper.

The Queen tore her apart and ate her.

Just because she was hungry . Besides, it would take too long for her to heal. She wasn’t useful anymore, so she was invalid.

Licking her lips, she clamored up the buildings once again, her demonic form silhouetted by the massive full moon, heading to the new nest. Soon the attack would truly begin.

For she did not forget.

And she did not forgive

Hope you got your things together. Hope you are quite prepared to die. Looks like we're in for nasty weather. One eye is taken for an eye.

#trollhunters #my fanfic #dark fanfiction #gore #demons #extreme violence #probably gross #self cannibalism

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