Okay but I absolutely love the rainy scenes in S1 E13

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Okay but I absolutely love the rainy scenes in S1 E13
Hope I made it. Could I please get some headcanons of Angor or Morgana taking on an apprentice of their own?
Gonna do headcannons since you didn't specify and a platonic relationship!
Angor
~ Angor felt the void in his soul often. It weighed heavily on him and he hoped that by having someone he could trust, someone that cared for him part of that void will be filled.
~ He's surprised that it actually works. At first he wanted power, a partner but slowly Angor feels himself growing connected to you. However he pushes these feelings aside for the longest time. He worries you'll betray him or worse he'll betray you. At arms length he can teach you but he sees your unhappy and that makes his void feel worse.
~ He begins warming up to you. It starts small. A pat on the shoudler after you do a spell successfully, soft encouragement to keep pushing your magic further even when it feels like too much, cleaning any wounds you may get while sparring or potion making, keeping an eye on you to make sure your safe on magic ingredient runs, gentle touches when you look sad, and eventually hugs when you initiate them. He realizes far too late how much he cares about you.
~ Of course he still wants to teach you after this realization but now he also wants more. He wants you to respect him, too care for him, to want him to be in your life. He wants to be important to you because your important to him. He wants to be your guide and he wants to help you through anything he might have gone through alone.
~ He's a strict teacher but he's fair. He teaches you all you wish to know and he respects your boundaries but he often pushes you on how far you think you can go. Magic is difficult but if you don't test it you'll never grow from it. This has lead to arguments and fights as dark magic can be consuming but Angor swears he is just looking out for you. After all he couldn't protect himself so he's trying to make sure you always can.
~ He's very protective of you. Once the attachment is made your never getting rid of him, he's now your magic tsundere troll teacher forever.
~ He teaches you many things outside of magic. Once he opens up he talks about his village, the culture there and what his people were like. He tells you tales of the Pale Lady and how you should fear her, and he shares things. Things he's never shared. He feels safe with you. Happy. Warm. He hopes you feel the same.
~ Magic can be very emotional and draining. He's careful to watch you and make sure your not pushing yourself too hard. When your angry and things begin burning around you he sits you down and teaches you to carve. When your sad and feel the air get heavy he pulls you close to the fire and tells you stories. When you feel overwhelmed he holds you close humming soft ryhmes until your breathing is still and you are better.
~ He is unsure of your relationship but he knows he cares for you. If anything happened to you Angor would surely lose the last bit of his sanity and be lost. He does not intend to lose you.
Morgana
~ Morgana long ago lost the human part of her. She is anger and wrath personified. She has magic but it's corrupted and evil. Given to her by ancient gods that care not of man kind nor her whims. However when you come to her begging for asylum against those that hunt your kind she can not turn you away.
~ It's strange. Morgana has had many followers but you are the first that has ever really caught her interest. Perhaps it's your bravery in coming to her, perhaps it's your boldness in staying. She does not know. She does not care. She will take the company and entertainment you bring as she rots in her crystal prison.
~ At first she keeps you around for amusement. You're powers are nothing unique but under her guidance you flourish and grow. She finds herself becoming proud of your accomplishments and slowly you become a part of her life that she doesn't want to change.
~ Soon she knows everything about you. You share constantly. You probably shouldn't but you've deamed the diety trustworthy as she is your teacher. She finds this hysterical as she could kill you with the flick of her wrist but she knows she never would. She'd miss you too much.
~ She realizes early on what's happening. She tried to push you away but she's never actually able to do it. She realizes far too late that your to stay and that she loves you.
~ She worries constantly but she can't really do anything. She is simply a powerful spirit who is seperated from her body. She can not protect you outside this cave. She can not have a life with you and yet you stay with her and it makes Morgana feel loved. She is happy you came to her and as you sleep safely under her watch she's happy you have chosen to stay.
This is a little doodle I did for @gold-kobold 's Fanfic How to Fight a Shadow. I love it so much and I can't wait for the next chapter!! The scene where Dictatious is terrified of Angor- just AHHH. I love it.
Go check out the story pls
i don’t think people really get how little feedback fanfic authors actually get? like the effort to reaction ratio is so abysmally skewed here that a fic nearly 50,000 words long takes an entire year to amass like. 16 comments. someone reblogged a fic i wrote at 4 am and tagged it with a 5-word compliment and i can’t stop thinking about it, not because it was so nice but because half the time you post a fic you’re going to hear nothing and anything feels like so much
fandom culture is so, so good about giving artists the credit they’re due, but we gotta start doing that for writers too. you’ve got no idea how much people put into their stories and get maybe a handful of reblogs and a dozen-odd kudos. that’s not enough. writing is an endurance sport and y’all need to start giving fic writers a reason to endure it and improve their craft. encourage writers like you encourage artists. reblog fics, leave tags, leave comments, acknowledge that these stories do not just spring into being for your entertainment.
every single damn writer i know feels like half of their readers see them as a machine. that’s gotta change.
Would you guys be interested in reading the Trollhunters story I'm writing? It's about my OCs: Rin (Trollhunter), Jay (Shadow Mage), and Clay (War axe wielder). It's basically Trollhunters but where the gang doesn't accidentally destroy Angor Rot's soul and he lives to help fight Gunmar. I'm still working everything out, but here is a little scene from the story. This takes place during the episode with the Kairosect and they stop time. Jay is currently in the sewers waiting for the time to run out.
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"Okay. 3… 2… 1…" Jay waited for something to happen with a tense jaw and locked knees. A few agonizingly slow seconds passed before Angor's eyes flicked to her. His face held traces of confusion that were quickly covered by anger. Growling, he stood and stalked towards her with his knife in hand.
"Okay, b-before you kill me, I have an offer," He slipped the Killstone into a bag at his hip and she watched it disappear with dread. This might be harder than she originally intended.
"Speak quickly, hunter," He snapped, circling her. She retreated into her hoodie slightly and fumbled around with the paper she held.
"A-Alright. So, in exchange for the Inferna Copula, we want the Killstone and help g-getting the eye of Gunmar. We would also like to-to request your assistance in defeating Gunmar, but that part is optional…" She looked back up to him as he paused his endeavors. He glared down at her with those intricate yellow and black eyes. The height difference was comical.
"And my staff," He hissed, sending fearful shivers down her spine.
"W-what?" Jay sputtered. His growl deepened to an inhuman level before he spoke again.
"I want my ring and my staff." A thin coat of sweat covered her forehead. Since when were the sewers so hot?
"I-uh, I would need to talk it over with Rin and Clay… "
He bared his dagger and she took a step back. The Inferna Copula jangled in her pocket.
'Crap! I didn't bring a weapon!' Jay thought with horror, eyes desperately flicking around the tunnel.
"Um- how about we talk- tonight! At Rin's house with everyone there?" Her hands were trembling like leaves and she shoved them in her pockets to hide them from the Assassin.
"Or I could kill you right here, Hunter, and take what is rightfully mine!" He was lightning fast as he pinned her against his body, knife to her throat. So fast, in fact, that she had no time to react.
She gulped nervously as a drop of blood splashed to the floor. She held his forearm with one hand while the other fumbled with the ring in her pocket.
"How about you don't kill me, and we can peacefully talk it over with the others?" The ring was now on her finger and she prayed it worked like she read it would.
"How about-"
A force like opposing magnets pushed them apart instantly. Both troll and human were forcefully thrown into opposite walls. Jay gasped as the wind was knocked out of her. She glanced over at Angor to see him recovering as well.
"Well, that worked better than planned," She rasped, standing on shaky legs, "Now will you listen? I didn't want to do this." She gestured to the ring on her left index finger. Angor snarled at her from his kneeling position on the sewer floor.
"Tonight at midnight. My ring and my staff." Jay nodded.
"Thank you," she turned to leave but paused, "A-and I'll have you know, I really didn't want to use the ring."
Trolltober Day 6: Brawl
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Trolltober Day 5: Gumm-Gumm
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"What does moonlight sound like?"
"Well, it's sharp; silvery and direct. Like the clink of a wind chime dancing in the breeze, filled with somber undertones of wisdom. The moon has witnessed humanity's greatest achievements and worst failures. It listens to your 3AM thoughts and comforts your crying soul. What does moonlight sound like, you ask? It sounds like freedom."
Interpret this how you'd like
Could you please write something the Galadrigal brothers fighting over a creative human s/o? Hope you have a good day :)
You wanted to be a mage and painter in Camelot. Study magic, paint the Royal family, and learn ancient knowledge. The chances were slim but you had faith in your skills and were excited to at least try. You had travled a seasons time to learn from Merlin and Morgana, too serve King Arthur but it seems the rumors of Camelot were untrue. It was not the Kingdom of Light you'd come to expect. The Knights of the Round Table were bigots and Arthur spoke of things he didn't understand as if an expert. He acknowledged your brush skills but never once discussed magic. He planned to ban it and all who could do it. Morgana was the only sane person in the entire castle but again and again she was ignored. You were ignored.
Having expected more you decide to pack up and find somewhere else to settle. If not with your own kind perhaps the earth would take you in.
Morgana seemed saddened when you decided to leave but more than understood. She sent you off with good regards and gave you lots of scrolls to self teach. She even slipped in some new art supplies for your troubles. A kind woman riddled with darkness you wished her luck before heading to bed preparing to leave the next morning.
So early Dawn, the light barely peaking into your window you retreated away from Camelot. Past the stone walls of a kingdom you hoped to call home you trudged your way deep into the mystical woods and decided to live amongst the wild things. You could learn magic here away from all those that feared it and become closer to the earth. Your scrolls and paints would be your guide.
Settling into a routine you pick a spot and create a cottage. Next to a creek you make a well and dig a garden. After another season you have a home and crop before winter fall. A small room to call your own, a kitchen, and a latrine. Outside you'd also made a shack where you could do art and be happy.
Out here away from humans you were truly free.
It's out here in the middle of the wilderness you meet Blinky and Dictatious. Your simple cottage where you painted and did magic was about a miles hike away from a busy troll center. You had no idea you'd built so close to troll territory until a close encounter with a Gum Gum almost left you dead, yet you refused to leave your new home and tried to make peace by giving the trolls and Gunmars wandering space. You don't bother the trolls they don't bother you, at least you hoped they'd give you that courtesy.
And at first it was that way. The trolls in the area ignored you and you lived your life in bliss. Doing magic by campfire light, singing and dancing to spirits, bathing under the stars, and painting whenever you chose too.
But soon the trolls discovered your hidden talents. Maybe it was the smell of your house, or the feel of the land around were you built but they could sense magic. Ever since you came they also noticed how their crystals tasted better and the land was healthier. They soon realized the human who lived a fortnights walk from the nearest civilization was a mage.
Mages were rare and renound amongst trolls, magic being such an important part of their culture. So of course they became curious of you. Mages often lives in packs, wiccans stuck closey together so why were you alone? As the trolls got curious they began to watch you occasionally some even going as far to try and meet you.
Whenever a troll happened to meet you, you were always polite. Soon they realized you were a friend, as long as they didn't threaten or scare you, you wouldn't threaten them.
Soon enough one of curious trolls learned of your artistry as well. Trolls tend to eat paper but your work was beautiful. The trolls grew fascinated with your skills and soon you had trolls offering you priceless gems and artifacts for a portrait or help brewing a potion. Your magic and artisy began to spread fast and the trolls all wanted to become your friends. It's through these spreading rumors and excited gossip the twins heard of you.
A small human who had the ability to cast magic and draw life like portraits. A small human unafraid of trolls accepting crystals and artifacts as payment for art and mage services. A human who seemed fearless, educated, and talented.
The scholars were immediately interested. They wanted to ask you of your knowledge, perhaps even trade scrolls but the brothers were also nervous. What if you rejected them? Said no?
Finally they get the guts to approach you. You sit outside your cottage under the stars. Your alone sipping tea as a fire crackles next to you keeping away any wild animals. They approach shyly and ask if they can join.
You bring out cushioned wood chairs for them to sit in and clay cups for drink from. The fire alluminates your form and they stare at your beauty.
"What brings you here?" Your voice is so organic, so different than the deep throaty sounds a troll makes. Your so soft so delicate and yet strong in a way they'd never known. The brothers feel themsleves growing shy under your curious gaze and advert all their eyes to the flickering fire.
They glance at each other urging the other to speak. You fill their cups with tea and Blinkous finally gains ybe courage to speak.
"I am Blinkous Galadrigal. This is my brother Dictatuous. I-we..." Blinky takes a deep breath and swallows several times before becoming articulate again. "Wanted to ask of the human world. Of your books and culture. Of your experience with magic." As he babbles you sip your tea moonlight reflecting sharply from your eyes. The brothers find themselves entranced by your presence and you haven't even said a spell.
"So everything?" You question with a laugh. Your laugh is kind and full of the promise of friendship amd adventure. It's the most amazing sound they've ever heard.
"Yes." Dictatious speaks up before he blushes six eyes wide. He blinks and looks to Blinky but Blinky sips his tea unwilling to help. He sighs and recollects himself. "Well yes and no. What we mean is. We're scholars. We learn and we record. If we could we'd like to wrote about you and your talents. Perhaps we could also share and swap scrolls." The trolls shifts and you reach for the knife on your hip but he shows a satchel full of properly binded books and scrolls. The brothers are surprised by your quick reflexes and how quickly you calm down. Dictatious scoots closer once you've relaxed and shows the scrolls.
"Some I've written some my brother has." Blinky says. You seem intrugued by the scrolls and the trolls watch as your lips spread into a smile.
Your hands are gentle nimble and each piece of parchment is a treasure.
"Could you perhaps illustrate our findings? In this book?" Blinky questions. "It would be a group project if you want." You finish skimming the scrolls pages and looking up at the brothers you smile.
"It would be my honor." Dictatious and Blinkous blush seeing your bright smile and kind eyes. It would be thir honor as well.
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Bonus: When they get home it's a full on brawl for who gets to ask out the mage first.
Sorry not quit wht you requested but I tried a new style of writing and I kinda like it.
Beautiful Darkness
The night was cold and crisp, biting at the windows and slipping under the door, as rain pelted the windows and splashed in the dark street.
Jordan hummed as she heated up some water in the kettle, occasionally glancing out the window to admire the lakes forming in her backyard.
The crickets were silent tonight as worms took over the surface, coming up to breathe the earthy scent of the night.
The kettle started whistling and the girl turned off the stove. She carefully grabbed the handle and poured the steaming liquid into a simple gunmetal grey mug. It was her favorite, being a present from someone special.
Grabbing a few spoonfuls of dried lavender buds, she put them in a strainer and let the tea brew.
She finished her song she was humming and sighed in content. It was a good night.
Setting a timer for ten minutes, the girl walked upstairs and grabbed a blanket, returning downstairs to put it on her couch.
The timer beeped as she walked into the kitchen.
She inhaled the scent of lavender with a small, happy sigh and took out the strainer, letting a few leaves fall to the bottom of the brew. Throwing out the rest and tossing the strainer in the sink, she turned around to head for the living room once more. She stopped for a moment seeing Angor lean against the doorway, displaying a curious look.
"Oh, hello Angor," She hummed with a humble grin, "Care to join me?" She gestured towards the couch, careful to not drop her mug.
The troll nodded sleepily, stepping in line behind her as she led the way to the dark grey sofa.
He sat down and Jordan curled up next to him. She pulled the soft blanket around them and closed her eyes, sipping the warm herbal tea.
The troll chuffed softly, and she smiled at him.
"Want some?" She held the mug towards him. He took it and sniffed the liquid, then tentatively took a sip. His golden eyes lit up in the light of the fire as he pulled the mug away from his lips. He closed his eyes and rolled the flavor around his mouth for a moment, savoring the taste.
"It's wonderful," He murmured, handing the cup back to the girl. She nuzzled his shoulder and a small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.
"Not as wonderful as you, Angor," She softly told him. He smiled in a sad kind of happiness. It was such a beautiful way comment someone, and she saved it for him. How exquisitely wonderful.
The feeling of the dark earthy rain was seeping into the living room, held at bay only by the dying fire. The cold was starting to nip at her bare shoulders and chest, making goosebumps raise on her arms. She pulled the blanket up to her chin and found Angor's hand under it, holding the appendage. His stone skin was cold. It felt nice.
She looked around the dark room, then to Angor's face. His eyes gleamed with a refinined polish and glowed a faint yellow.
"You're absolutely stunning," She breathed, running a hand over his cheek.
"And you, my darling, are the most gorgeous creature I have ever seen," he said as he pressed his forehead to hers in a gentle comfort.
"I'm so lucky," she whispered, "to have a troll like you,"