Trollhunters Tales Of Arcadia - Blog Posts

Fan art of a friend's Tales Of Arcadia oc Idaila if she turned evil after the events of ROTT

Skrael My Beloved

Here is another drawing of my favorite Master of Ice Skrael in a wendigo style look which I'm looking forward to improve

Skrafe

This is the newest one I have done with these two it might be a bit trashy but it's my trash and I love it :>

Old Ship art

So for pride month I'd through I'd slap here some old ship art of my Tales of arcadia Wizard Oc Rafe/Valick a bisexual lad and Skreal hope you like planing on make more

ZASH General Morando's personal assassin

Secret

My Trollhunters Troll Oc Uruk Kai The Mad

Hiya! This is my first post

And this is my Tales Of Arcadia Troll oc Uruk Kai The Mad and I hope ya'll like him I know I sure do (because I made him lol) but anyways I am looking forward for posting more stuff on this app! :D

Could you draw Blinky and Aaarrrggh please?

Didn’t mention which era but I’m obsessed with the idea of blinky teaching arrgh how to properly speak (spoiler, it did not work as he hoped it would but hey, at least he tried)

[ Demon Slayer × Trollhunters ideas ] (4)

Inspired by an idea of Trollhunters characters being in the Demon Slayers world instead by @coolestzed 👀✨

TW: Gore talking

" Trolls..." Enmu taps his chin in a mocking thoughtful gesture. " Ah, yes, I've heard of them...Master sometimes would allow the leftovers to be given for the Uppermoons..."

Jim tightens his grip on Daylight, squinting his eyes as he tries to focus through the harsh wind and the rattling of the train he's on top off.

" What do you mean by leftovers? "

" I don't know much, but Master has mentioned trolls a few times...apparently they cannot handle sunlight as well, have long lifespan, and some possess powers like Blood Demon Art..."

The Lower demon giggles, clasping his hand over his mouth. Jim's glare hardens.

" But oh, we demons are much more superior to them! Master Muzan took a few so he could study them closer...when they couldn't take it anymore, he handed the leftovers to the other demons...apparently trolls are edible eheheheh!! "

" You -- " Shudders run down Jim's spine. " -- You eat trolls..? "

Enmu finds delight in the horror of the boy's face.

" What did you say you were? The Trollhunter? Why the long face if you hunt trolls? " The demon wringgles his fingers, making a motion like opening something. " I was fortunate enough to hear of the experience of eating trolls...the skin is very hard and thick, so they have to pry it open and then scoop up the organs -- "

Daylight slashes down on where Enmu used to be, the demon hovers in the air for a few seconds before landing on another spot. He can't hold back the laugh from seeing how Jim looks at him.

" Oh? Are you angry? "

" You're sick. " Jim feels like wanting to vomit. He's no troll himself, but to be treated and talked about like you worth nothing makes his blood boil.

He doesn't dare to imagine if Blinky, Aaarrrgh or Draal were taken away by the demons as meal courses. He'd fight nails and teeth to get them back.

" The trolls have something like crystal stone in them I heard? " Enmu continues on dismissively. " It supposedly can be energy boosting..."

The demon licks his lips. The mouth on his hand copies the movement. Gritting his teeth, Jim fixes his stance and charges, his chest expanding through the total concentration breathing he was taught and practiced. Enmu raises his hand lazily.

" Sleep. "

Here's a fun scenario!!!

Basically, maybe in the beginning of season 1 or around Part 2, Nomura accidentally finds a relic that may have belonged to a demon, their demon art being able to control time. She keeps it in the museum for storage to be taken to the Janus Order for study.

Only for A. In events of "Waka Chaka" the relic is broken or activated and the demon uses it to escape to present Arcadia. Or B. After "A Battle of Two Bridges" a museum work mistakes the relic as a display piece and puts it up, leading to the same scenario.

But not just the demon is taken to Arcadia but also the Demon Slayers the had been chasing it, being Tanjiro, Nezuko, Zenitsu, and Inosuke.

The group is not only stuck in the modern era, but we're the land and language is so new and unfamiliar. Even more confusing is the boy in shining armor seemingly protecting some stone "demons".

(finally managed to answer an ask idk what's going on with my blog)

(update: I can answer this one only for now huhhhh anyway)

That's a fun scenario to think of! I also weighted the option of time traveling but didn't think to put a demonic relic 🤔 I once thought of having Yushiro being involved in the Trollhunters stuff starting off with his drawn portrait of Tamayo being hung in the museum (because it's one of his oldest painting and he used very old and antique painting set)

Your idea will be fun to explore! I'd imagine this being set at the option B because wohoo the CHAOS there would be so so messy.

Like in Jim's POV, he suddenly sees four unknown people stumble out of nowhere in eastern clothing and brandishing swords he recognizes as katanas (and the girl doesn't seem human???) and in Tanjirou's POV, he and his friends get transported into another world in the middle of a fight and what what are those demons they don't smell like demons wait WAIT INOSUKE I DON'T THINK THEY'RE DEMONS DON'T KILL THEM YET --

But everyone probably focuses more on the fact that they're people to protect, so Tanjirou and his gang try assisting Jim and the others despite the absolute confusion and language barrier.

The way Bular and the changelings and the goblins suddenly get overpower only by the appearance of four teenagers is bewildering like these kids aren't like Jim and Toby -- they CAN and WILL take lives. This makes Jim and Toby flabbergasted too as they watch the slayers actually don't hesitate in chopping limbs and aiming for the necks.

Surprise surprise Draal manages to have a quick but informative conversation with the slayers in the middle of the fight like he suddenly speaks fluently in Japanese (Nomura let out some Japanese curses as well) and it's a huge help to the others so they can have better coordination in fighting against Bular.

Once the bridge is down and the changelings are gone off sights, Jim and Toby have to stand as a shield of sorts between their troll friends and the slayers because suddenly the katanas are all pointed towards them.

" They don't smell like a demon. " Tanjirou says. " But they are vulnerable to the sunlight as well. "

" Drop your swords! They're not dangerous! " Jim can't help but to snarl. He's exhausted. Draal just has his right arm turned into stone and the others are not left unscathed from the battle.

These new incomers are powerful -- probably the strongest humans Jim has ever seen. They are warriors, he can tell. They have experiences. He's forever thankful that these slayers are on the good side at least.

" Do you eat humans? " The question is directed to the blue troll.

" No. " Draal answers in Japanese, his breath is heavy and tired.

The slayers exchange glances. Zenitsu can tell that there's nothing but truth in their claims. Nezuko doesn't seem alarmed as well. Inosuke decides to let his comrades lead the situation next. Then, they drop down their arms to their sides.

" So, " Toby looks around at the mess, " what now? "

This can probably be a very long one shot or some chapters. I imagine the slayers have to stay in the trollmarket (with Nezuko and all) because staying together is a better option. They'd try to explain what they work as and get accustomed to the modern world.

Inosuke absolutely loves the training ground, cackling as he dodges the swinging blades and leaping over moving tiles. Everyone gets another whiplash at seeing his beautiful face. Zenitsu jumps at every second a troll walks past him but he feels safer around Aaarrrgghh (cause he thought the gentle giant could shield him from danger).

Nezuko spends most of her time sleeping. She surprises some trolls with her strength. They compare her to gnomes, and this sparks out some angry rambling from Tanjirou who keeps claiming that she's a beau.

Tanjirou offers to help Jim in terms of stamina and muscle management with total concentration breathing. Their swordsmanship is different so there's that. Blinky thinks it'd be good to have Jim battling against an opponent with different style fighting and Tanjirou is yet to be defeated. He encouraged Jim and is very humble so he gets along with everyone.

This is all I can think of for now, but this is a joy and interesting idea to think of.

Probably going to write something with this crossover, where Tanjirou and Jim are pen pals ☺️

[ Trollhunters Guardian (Y/n) ] doodles

Angor Rot, seeing you vulnerable and open: Hrmm. Stupid. *Wraps you with blankets*

[ Demon Slayer × Trollhunters idea ] (3)

" Helping others often ends up helping yourself. "

Angor Rot can't help the scoff that breathes out of him in reply to the boy's response. Tanjirou remains unwavering, his eyes never leave the assassin troll.

Well, the former assassin troll now. The ring containing his soul glistens on his finger.

" That is your answer? " Angor presses on with a hiss. " You managed to persuade the Trollhunter to return the ring because you only want to help? Do you expect me to bow in gratitude, whelp? "

" I didn't persuade Jim, I merely told him my piece. " Tanjirou hums, his dark red hair swaying in the movement of the windy night. " I told him that it was always yours. Nobody has the right to control others through such means. "

This boy holds the same caution in his stance that Angor had seen with the Trollhunter's, but his eyes have no fear nor hesitation in them. He feels unsettled, not knowing what to make of the way this boy looks at him.

Fear keeps you alive and aware. If this boy is afraid of him, he does a flawless job in disguising it in sight and scent. Angor takes a step forward, foot barely grazing the grass of the boy's home property.

Tanjirou remains indifferent. His gaze stays the same and Angor snarls at how it reminds of the untouchable, warmth of the sunlight --

" Did you not think I might have attacked your friend when I got back my soul? "

" I did. Jim thought the same too. But I told him to be prepared for that scenario. You didn't attack Jim, so that's good. "

Angor narrows his eyes. " Such naivety. " Yet his words carry nothing, he's aware, because if anything, this boy doesn't seem idiotic.

" You're here just to ask me questions. Although it would have been nice if you didn't sneak around in the first place. " A displeased tone in his voice as he puffs. " I almost thought you were a robber if not for your scent. "

Scent. This boy has an enhanced scent of smell. Angor's eyes dart to the small axe in the boy's hand, taken when he had emerged out of his house to confront him with the thought that he was an intruder.

" I could've been coming here to attack you. Perhaps as a bit of warning for the Trollhunter, maybe? " The troll mimics a motion of unsheathing his blade.

" Will that be your choice? "

Angor Rot goes still.

" Will you continue to pursue the Trollhunter? " Tanjirou continues, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. " Despite being free from being controlled again? Do you intend to continue your reputation as the Trollhunter's assassin? You can choose what you want now, walk on the path you prefer. It doesn't have to be in a violent one. "

There's a faint sound of inhaling, and Angor notes the way the boy's chest expands and the twitch in his muscles.

For the first time since their talk tonight, he goes into a stance, bringing his arms up and resting his hands in a crossing pose over his shoulders, the axe being tightly gripped in his hold.

" If that is your choice, " Tanjirou says, " then, right here, right now, I will take your life. "

(In the distance later on, where Angor Rot has corrected the boy's assumption and walks away to find another path for his future, he sometimes wonders what would have happened if he had taken another step forward. The boy's eyes glared on his neck back then, but his axe was small, and a troll's skin is thick and hard to cut.

And then Angor remembers the boy's gaze, of how it resembled the gentle warmth of the sun and at the same time, the prickling heat that burns through his skin if made contact. His senses had screamed danger despite not picking up any hostile intention.

Somewhere in the future, Angor finds himself protecting the Trollhunter Jim from Gunmar and aiding him in the battle, and his golden eyes find Tanjirou swinging his blade through the Gumm Gumm soldiers without breaking a sweat.

When the boy notices him and beams, his past words echoing, Angor Rot finds it reasonable to have a sense of wariness and fear for the boy because he resembles the sun; bright, warm and deadly.)

Demon Slayer × Trollhunters

Oh hey look, protagonists that use sun based ability, still teenagers and have lost some friends of theirs ☺️😭

Anyway, if I were to write a crossover story of these series, I'd probably do it in the Kimetsu Academy and reincarnation AU. I'd have Tanjirou being the background character of sorts, where he gives advice to Trollhunters characters and is the wise and mysterious character that no one knows much.

(Tanjirou tries teaching Jim about Concentration Breathing but he's suck at teaching so there's a bit of troubles here and there 😔)

[ Demon Slayer × Trollhunters idea ] (2)

[ Sengoku era ]

" No, no, you don't understand! That girl is a demon! She's not my daughter! GIVE MY BABY BACK YOU DEMON -- !! "

Someone drapes a haori over Nomura, covering her view from the commotion. She doesn't know why she stands around like an idiot, she wasn't trained to be stilled when an enemy struck to hurt. But then again...even she needed a moment after almost being drowned to death by her 'mother'.

Leave it a mother's intuition to reveal the changeling's true nature...

Nomura supposes a day like this will come, for her the mother to seek the truth of her real daughter. It just didn't come to the young changeling's mind that the woman would do something as drastic as this; attempting to drown her while bombarding her with questions. If it wasn't for the passerby, maybe Nomura had to kill the woman in order to survive.

Her heart (whatever is left of it) aches. The mother didn't start out like this in the beginning, only to become suspicious after a few years raising the changeling like her own daughter. Attachment is a dangerous thing, her naivety and hope has led to this mess...

" Nomura, is it? "

The man that had given her his haori kneels down to her level. She manages to dart her eyes away from the screaming and struggling mother being carried away by other people. Reminding herself of her purpose, she gathers tears to spill, eyebrows already furrowed as she brings her hands to grasp tightly on her kimono, a mask of sorrow is about to be slid on --

Green eyes find maroon-red ones, and a sudden pressure makes the changeling freezes.

The human before her doesn't look too much out of the ordinary. He looks simple, humble even. His expression says nothing of his emotions, but Nomura notices the way his hand rests on the hilt of his sheathed sword by his hip. The earrings on his ears sway as he tilts his head a bit.

" What are you? " He doesn't beat around the bushes.

A spark of panic rises in her. Something is off with this human, and every danger senses of hers are screaming in terror.

" M-Mister...what are you talking about..? " Play innocent, play weak, play clueless --

" You're not a demon. " His voice draws on without a single tone of anything that reveals his emotions.

" Of c-course I am not, mister -- "

" Do you eat humans? "

The question almost has her stagger. No, she doesn't eat humans. Her other changeling comrades may find some pleasure in doing so, but she has never tasted a human's blood since she came out of the Darklands.

" No. "

Nomura curses herself, for allowing her voice cracks and revealing that she's not a pitiful looking child that she masked herself to be. She darts her eyes around, trying to find an opening for her escape. Fighting back is not option unless she wants more people to see her for what she is. She can scream, draw more attention for the others to come and separate her from this man --

" Is she safe? "

This one has her gaze snaps back to the man immediately.

" What? "

" The child you replaced, " his gaze never waver, " is she safe? "

For once, the truth is her saving grace. Nomura nods. " Yes. "

The man stares at her for a few more seconds before withdrawing away, his hand leaves his sword and he straightens up. Despite the clear space between them, this doesn't reassure the changeling the slightest.

Her human father comes to fetch Nomura, and she silently curses her guardian for being so late. The haori stays on as they take their leave, and she can feel the man's stare on her back like a sharp dagger.

Nomura doesn't dare to look back.

[ Demon Slayer × Trollhunters idea ] (1)

[ Kimetsu Academy & reincarnation AU ]

Tanjirou doubles over, hand clasping over his lower face. He hears the man speak, but his voice sounds almost underwater-like. Muffled, too faint to be heard. The boy can't focus on what the man says. He barely registers the fallen documents containing the information of his internship in the facility.

He's too occupied with the stench coming from the man. The pungent, foul smell that has Tanjirou gagging, his knees buckling. He feels hands on his shoulders -- reflex surges through his muscles and he slaps the contact away.

Strickler stares, eyes wide and bewildered. Tanjirou shares the same look, although his resemble more of a cornered animal. Unsure and confused.

" You don't seem so well, Kamado boy. "

Tanjirou doesn't like how the nickname rolls off the man's tongue. It's supposed to be reserved for his teachers back in Japan. Not this one.

Not to this... creature, that has the scent of blood and horror warping around him.

" Let me contact your guardian. Take the day off. Maybe the difference of time between here and your country makes you feel sick. "

Tanjirou shakes his head, straightening his back and steadies his breathing. He just gets caught off guard. He needs to maintain composure.

Regardless of what he's facing right now. Whatever Strickler is, he doesn't smell like a human.

" Please excuse me, " Tanjirou feels his hand shaking, " I need a moment."

There is a lot he's feeling right now. The familiar feeling, that he had thought to be buried deep in himself along with the memories before he reincarnated, found its way back to the surface the first time he met Strickler.

The feeling of being in an unknown danger.

[ Trollhunter Guardian (Y/n) ]

Centuries ago

" Must you play with your hunt? " The scolding in your voice holds no pressure, only bits of annoyance as you stare at the deer corpse on your feet.

Angor glances at you over his shoulder, still having his hands in the river as the blood slowly leaves his stone skin through the streaming water. You kneel down, trailing over the body of the animal. It's easy to detect the signs of a struggling animal before it was slaughtered.

" You led this ran into a quicksand. " You mutter, glancing at the stain on the legs.

" That I did. "

" You could've killed it right away. " Because you know he's so stealthy and quick on his feet.

" That I didn't. "

Angor Rot huffs out a chuckle at the glare you give him. He straightens up, flicking the water off his now cleaned hands before turning around.

He lowers himself next to you. " This one is a beau, and a healthy one at that. I could not help myself. "

You have to agree with him. It's not everyday you get to see a thriving looking deer like this, with a glistening thick coat that you can whip up as gloves and tool straps. Not to mention the antlers...potion worth ingredients. You're not even specialized much in potion brewing but with an ingredient like this, the success rate is high.

A soft sigh escapes you. " We have a different view of how to have fun. "

" Contrast to what you may think, I am rather picky with how I play my game. " He settles a hand to your lower back. " The more curious I get, the longer it goes. "

A shudder runs through you at the way he brushes his thumb against your clothed spine.

" A quick finish is better, in my opinion." The words sound like a suggestion. It brings a smirk on his face.

" Where's the fun in that? "

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Modern era

" He's not going to kill you. At least, not right away. " You hum, stirring the spoon in your steaming mug of tea.

Jim looks rather horrified at your laid back response. " Why are you so calm about this? "

" I am not. I am actually terrified. "

" Wow, I can really tell. "

Your lips twitch upwards just slightly. You couldn't blame him for being a nervous wreck, not when the assassin just showed up at his school and had him fight a magic golem. The very magic method you taught the troll.

Sipping your drink, your eyes dart back to the anxious teenager staring at you for solution and comfort. You knew you could only provide one.

" You need to be calm when facing Angor Rot. A slip up can cost your life. " You put down your mug, the liquid in it moves slightly to the hidden shaking of your hand.

" I can hardly risk any slip ups with being the Trollhunter. " Jim grumbles. " So if you have any advice on how to take on this guy, that would be appreciated. "

You smile. " As your Guardian, I am here to help. You don't have to worry much about Angor Rot when I am here. You may as well be his target, but..."

You tilt your head, a dazed look in your eyes for a second. When you focus back on the boy, your smile widens.

" I am his favorite to hunt. "

Thinking about KNY x Trollhunters crossover and the comedically misunderstanding it can ensure;

" Oh! You know about them? (Talking about trolls) "

" If we're talking about creatures that perish under the sun, then yeah. (Talking about demons) "

" Huh, you're taking this fairly well about them. (Trolls) "

" Yeah, my ancestors have been fighting them so the stories get passed. (Demons) "

" Your ancestors fought the bad ones? Wow, they must've been warriors! (Gumm Gumm trolls) "

" They prefer the term slayers, and yes, the stories highlight that they are good ones. (Nezuko, Tamayo & Yushiro) "

" Huh, it would be nice if we could use some advice on how to defeat the bad ones. (Gumm Gumm trolls) "

" Why? They've perished a long time ago. (The Final Battle against Muzan) "

" They're still around? They're trying to escape from the other side you know? (Darklands) "

" What do you mean they're trying to escape from the afterlife? "

" You call the Darklands the afterlife? "

" Darklands?? "

" Yeah? Gunmar and the Gumm Gumm trolls were banished there centuries ago? "

A pause.

"...Trolls? You were talking about trolls? What are trolls??? "

Another pause.

" Wha -- of course I am talking about trolls! What did you think I was talking about?? "

" Demons?? Man eating creatures that can't be under the sun??? "

" That sounds a lot like the Gumm Gumm trolls. "

" I am literally talking about the demons -- the ones that have existed for centuries before they were defeated in the Taisho era??? "

A very, very long pause.

"... We're misunderstanding the whole thing, aren't we? "

"...It seems to be so. "

Back again with other fan arts for Severing Hell's Leash by @lavenoon 🤭

Starting with the scene of Barbara peppery spraying everyone, because this is literally a fav scene of mine even in canon where she did it with Draal and Jim (rip my boys eyes lol)

Next is the scene of Jim and Angor Rot in the backyard talking (aka the start of their friendship please please please)

Chat, what are you going to do if a kid resembles a lot of your friend that you killed 😔

Didn't know I need Deya and Angor Rot's friendship that ends with angst UGH UGH SUDGAVSSJSB thank you Lavenoon 😊

Jim is about to add another redeemed antagonist into his family tree. Strickler is his step dad, Nomura is the wine aunt, Angor Rot...is the weird uncle nobody talks about and has an insane lore.

Also I just noticed about Angor Rot's design, specifically the colour. I don't know if it's coincidental or not but I LOVE LOVE how they chose to make his eyes turn white when he lost his soul. I thought they'd turn duller color of yellow but nope!

It's really interesting for me because the white colour is a colour that reflects back all the visible wavelengths of light, contrast to the colour of black that absorbs all. So, in a way, the white colour rejects any light. It holds nothing at all.

And you know what the usual saying about eyes?

Eyes are the window to your soul.

When his eyes turn white, it means there's nothing there. No soul. Empty.

Also Lavenoon, I love the GIF you made! Yeah give that skinny skeleton looking something fuzzy and warm! I wanted to draw Angor in a sweater but!! Maybe later 😀

Severing Hell's Leash by @lavenoon is so SO good guys 🥹 a what-if where Jim returns Angor Rot's ring. A redemption arc for Angor and I just LOVE IT SO MUCH 😭😭💕💕

Here are some art I make from the fic. There's more but I'll post them later :D

The one above is when Jim returns Angor Rot's ring soul back, but only with a few conditions (and they're plotting against Strickler mwahahahah)

This one below is a scene in Jim's house basement. Strickler and Draal are in the living room while Jim confronts Angor about something.

Ugh UGH antagonist seeing the hope in the young hero's eyes for him dimming (but it feels so easier for him to think that the hope is gone because how can he measure up to what the naive boy expects from him?)

[ Trollhunter Guardian (Y/n) ]

After a few centuries of keeping your past in low profile, Draal was the first one to discover your history with Angor Rot.

It was on you, the conclusion that your mind had set. For you to feel a longing, nostalgic feeling at seeing the rain and muttered out his name with a breath that one would never mistake to be any different than fondness. It was one of those bad days, that came out of nowhere. Bottled up with all those pain, was it selfish of you to reminisce the past just for a moment?

You didn't notice the young troll's presence, too preoccupied with talking to yourself about your former lover. Draal only heard the assassin's name and the way you spoke of him, and he was instantly enraged.

Bewildered, he asked for an explanation. Startled, you tried your best to simply your history.

" How could you still love him? After the sins he had committed? " A snarl left his mouth, and you bristled at the audacity of betrayal in his gaze on you.

It was one of those bad days. A day that you couldn't help but to long for what you had, and rage at what you have.

" Are we any different? " Your breath came out heavy.

Draal went stunned for a second before snarling, gritting his teeth.

" Do not speak of that impure ! She is nothing to me! "

" You don't get to spit lies and chides me for what we can relate to. " You hissed back. " How am I sinning here, to long for what I had lost? Am I betraying the Trollhunter? Am I leading Angor Rot here to slay Merlin's champion? I'll have this moment of selfishness, thank you very much, Draal. "

He didn't get to reply, not when you marched away from him. Your eyes stung, but nothing leaked out. It had been far too long since you shed any tears.

You only met Draal's eyes again when he came to you with a humble gaze, a few days later. He confessed that he had bothered you, and that he would try to be more understanding.

Neither brought up the topic much after that, except only during one of those days.

I did some rough sketches from suggestions for your weapons, and this one is from the whip idea by @wildchild23 and @fayethefairyqueen (which I actually love as well cause I love whip weapon)

I kinda forgot to colour the whip with your magic colour but imagine it's a type of whip like weapon made of your energy magic.

Also a bit of a draft idea where you were the one who took one of Gunmar's eyes;

(this is set centuries ago and you're helping Angor Rot fight Gunmar while trying to evacuate the other trolls to safety.)

[ Trollhunter Guardian (Y/n) ]

Hey do you guys want a mask. These are only idea designs. Also, what kind of weapon you guys want to wield?

[ Trollhunter Guardian (Y/n) ]

Centuries ago

(interpret this however you want (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠))

A few notes of you living with Angor Rot:

TW: slight suggestive

You first didn't stay directly in his living space, being given a small spot on your own when you were allowed to live with the trolls.

But you often go over to his place and one sleepover after late night talk leads to numerous visits that often have some belongings of yours in his place.

The other trolls talked amongst them of how close you and Angor Rot were.

You helped them a lot with your magic and pretty much got along with most of the residents so they had no problem with you.

So when everyone finally found out about your relationship with Angor Rot, they were mostly baffled by the idea of their warrior being in a relationship.

Angor Rot didn't always stay in his quarter, often going around to patrol and help any trolls in need.

But ever since you came, he found himself coming 'home' more than often.

His living space now had some soft texture objects like mattress and curtains because of your influence

It also smells like herbs and you. He liked that a lot more than he thought he would.

So. Did the two of you ever sleep together?

More than laying on each other's side?

Yeah, but that stage took around a year and a half after you two were official.

It had been in your mind for sometime, mostly in a curiosity of how compatible your bodies might work despite the differences

Then it just happened one early morning.

You and Angor Rot came back from some hunting together, drenching from the sudden heavy pouring rain.

Clothes sticking to your skin, you had trouble getting off your gears and he offered to help.

Close proximity contact + shown body curves + had been thinking about it.

And that happened.

There was a lot of discovery happening.

When Jim or Angor Rot are referred to as Merlin's or Morgana's champions, I feel like that's another way to call trophies.

[ Trollhunter Guardian (Y/n) ]

Centuries ago

" There's a saying somewhere, to be careful when making deals with witches. " Angor Rot twirled the blade in his hands, sheathing them with a swift motion. " Lest one's fate be doomed. "

You raised your eyebrows but said nothing. The bodies of fallen knights around the two of you went ignored.

Angor continued. " You need something. " His firm, but not unkind tone indicated he was doing his role as the warrior of his village trolls, a protector he was.

His eyes trailed over to the mountain of sacks slumping over the roots of a tree behind you, the mixed scent of animal blood and greens could be detected easily with his enhanced scent. You shifted on your spot, tightening your grip on your magical staff.

" I bring animal coats that can be used for clothing material. " You offered, voice low. " Various herbs that can work on trolls too. You may find usefulness in my magical ability as well. "

Angor Rot turned his eyes back on you. Half a year since he last saw you, but the sharp and yet gentle gaze in your eyes still stirred something in him. He couldn't remember if he had ever seen you falter. Not now, even if you were just surrounded by men brandishing their weapons on you. You didn't falter at the slightest as you pierced their hearts with beams of magic, rendering them to a pile of corpses to be taken by the forest sooner or later.

He didn't need to ask what happened; not when the rims of your clothing were smeared with pinches of black, dusty ashes, and the loosely bandaged hands of yours that had charcoal like smell. Not when he recognized the kingdom symbols on the knights' armours, worn so proudly as they rode down to villages in search of their targets.

Certainly not when he knew of the fate that had befallen witches and magic involved creatures alike nowadays.

He walked over to you. " I'll put in good words for you with the elders. Lucky you, I have a room to spare. "

His steps paused at seeing the wave of relief washing over you so clearly. You exhaled a large breath, your knee buckling slightly and you ducked down your head.

" I didn't know where to go. I apologize for the trouble -- "

" Don't, " he said, kneeling down, " apologize for surviving. You did well. "

Angor Rot wouldn't mind if you cried, but the smile appearing on your face as you looked up at him rose a single thought that flickered in him even if it was just for a second; that he would do anything for you.

[ Trollhunter Guardian (Y/n) ]

Centuries ago

You requested some fighting lessons from Angor Rot since you lack the skill of physical combat.

Have some doodles of you two together

Eww happy couple *slaps trauma and angst*

[ Trollhunters Guardian (Y/n) ]

Silly doodles (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

Canon x reader characters I've made so far

Hotaru Haganezuka x Reader: Friends to lovers

Sanji x Witch! Reader: Childhood friends to lovers

Angor Rot x Witch Guardian! Reader: Lovers to enemies

[ Trollhunters Guardian (Y/n) ]

Some designs of your clothing. Might change it or may not, depends.

You became a Guardian after about a year after Deya became a Trollhunter. Despite being a human, you have more experiences and skills, thus helping Deya in becoming stronger.

You were separated from Angor Rot after being a Guardian, and only met him three years later.

In this AU, Angor Rot's first Trollhunter kill is Deya.

(He's more in shock at seeing you cry. He's never seen you cry. He wondered how much Deya meant for your tears to spill out.)

(You were crying for Angor. For what he had become.)

[ Trollhunters Guardian (Y/n) ]

Centuries ago

" Trolls don't do kisses. "

You gave an acknowledged hum, tilting your head at Angor Rot. " It's a matter of choice though, right? "

" Perhaps. There are trolls that kiss their partners. Still, uncommon. " He gruffed, his shoulders shuddered slightly. " It's most likely that their partners aren't the same species, so they familiar themselves with such acts. "

You turned to him. " Do you want to try it? To get accustomed to it more? "

He bore his golden eyes at you, lips pressing thin. " I would lie if I say that I am not curious about how it'd feel. "

" Then -- ? "

" No. "

You laughed.

" No kisses, so I suppose you'd bite me instead? "

It was meant to be a jest, a light teasing. But then you saw the glint in his eyes and the curling smirk on his face. Surely he's just playing with around, the thought came to your mind.

Guess who had to wear neck length clothing for a month.