I really think if they get to return to Arcadia peacefully without the Wizards happening Jim would’ve got his hair longer because they’d simply not have time to take care of themselves
Really wanted them to shout “my ninja” & “my trollhunter” as a reference to the book but.. yeah…
hi aaron. i have an ask about the ending of wizards!! (hoping it hasnt been asked yet)
i believe(?) i read that one of the ideas for post-full-troll jim was for him to become a changeling. was there a reason he turned fully human again instead? thank you!!
For Wizards, we’d originally planned for Claire to use her new mastery over shadow magic to turn Jim into a changeling, just as Morgana originally created them back in the Middle Ages. (Merlin couldn’t do it or refused to acknowledge the possibilities of its powers, because he never learned or trusted dark magic.) Jim would have been able to shift between human, half-troll and beast form at will — or perhaps via his emotions, not unlike The Hulk.
This ending was altered when those working on the follow-up film determined Jim’s arc for the movie would revolve around him coming to terms with losing his powers and being “merely human” during the magic apocalypse. Sadly, our ending simply wouldn’t work with that direction for the film.
For the curious, I’ve attached a small snippet of the original outline grid to see how it would have slotted in rather elegantly.
im trying so hard to be mature about this. we couldve had an ending that was 3x as cool and way more of a testament to jims character but we didnt. and uh. cool! so cool. im okay with this. im fine. 🙂
there’s something so poignant about seeing troll Jim as perhaps a way to show how the life of a Trollhunter has permeated his life and his mindset, shaping him into a very different person than he was before he obtained the amulet. Troll Jim as a metaphor for the mental illness that he probably is having to endure as a result being honed into a weapon, compulsively lying to almost everyone he knows just to get by, almost dying so many times, seeing his friends and family almost die just as many times, and now he’s so ingrained into this new life that he hungers for the death of someone. this small person, this sweet aspiring chef who always wanted a Vespa now has a yearning to kill. Whether or not that person/troll is evil is irrelevant, the mindset is still there. With him becoming a half-troll and being forced to reconcile with that in so little time in the show, I can only imagine, once the war ended, once all that fighting was over, once he had the time to actually fully process the things he’d been through, how would he feel about himself as a person?
idk I just feel a lot of empathy towards Jim, because being forced to shove down pain just to get things done is something I think the show didn’t have the time to deal with, but I think he deserves that time.
edit: I’m reminded of Merlin saying “these changes are permanent.” like yeah. he has been changed permanently. that’s basically what trauma does to a person lol, and becoming half troll was just even more fuel to fire :/
This. Which is why I adore Post-Canon ROTT fics that keep some of Jim's half-troll traits: his aggression, temperance, and asocial personality. Even after he 'becomes a human again', hes never the same
hello !!! I just had a small question, is there any refrence photos you might have that are as close as possible to the room in chapter 3?? I can't picture things in my head (aphantasia) and I js wanted to know if you had any specific ideas for what it looked like?
(maybe there was a episode or smth that had one like it that I just missed 😓)
Thank you sm for writing!! I just wanted to ask to draw some fanart!!
AHH!! I am so glad that you want to draw fanart for my fic :D
OFC, I'll try my best to describe it!
If you want a collection of quotes from the fic describing the room that you can easily refer to as you draw:
"As his sense of touch resurfaces, he can feel his calves pressed up against a slightly tattered leather couch chair."
"Between the tacky violet wallpaper and the unicorn-themed highlighters visible atop a pencil tray, the room is kitschier than a daycare reception. The only thing breaking that illusion for him are the two super-soldiers across the table from him that clearly aren’t from his century, along with the handcuffs on his arms."
"two jacked, futuristic-looking officers in dark-gray kevlar suits, sitting behind a vintage, wooden workdesk facing him."
"He grabs a metal protractor from a pencil cup on the officers’ desk and throws it at the camera lens with near-perfect precision. Eyeing the shattered lens like a hawk, he doesn’t move an inch until the blinking red button fully powers down, and the CCTV head droops to point at the floor."
For extra info:
I'd say that the room's appearance is similar to a really cramped breakroom from Brooklyn Nine-Nine. It doesn't feel like an interrogation room at all, because it actually isn't. the police officers didn't have any space left in the prison to hold Jim and Dipper in an actual interrogation room, so they are actually interrogating the boys in their lunch room, LOL.
The walls are a rlly subtle tinge of grey-lilac, and have an amalgamation of posters. Some are pretty tacky. If you want to draw it with your own vision, feel free to change the decor and coloring :)
Dipper and Jim are sat on a sofa couch, one on either side of the couch. Initially in the interrogation room, they lean away from each other. and they're both handcuffed. This is what I imagine the sofa to roughly look like, but a bit less "handcrafted".
To the left of the two boys is a door with a biometric sliding door, which is locked. I imagine it looks a bit like this:
If ur planning to draw the whole scene though, there's some more items: between the two boys and the police officer, there's an office table, with a couple of knick-knacks on it. A cupholder, a pencil cup, a mug of coffee, etc. And a protractor, which Jim uses to break the CCTV camera later on in the fic. A futuristic notepad is held by Dundgren, who writes some things in it occasionally about Jim and Dipper.
If you just want to draw Jim and Dipper, that's probably all that you need to draw :) If you just want to draw them upclose on the couch, I don't think you'll need to draw the door either :p
As for the two lovers buddies/cops/pals, theyre both sat on office swivel chairs. There is a large standing spotlight pointed at them from above Lolph and Dundgren's seats.
Lolph and Dundgren are in their typical outfits. Infinitentiary emblem on their chests, eye gadgets, rubber boots, etc.
I hope this helps!! Tag me in the fanart once you finish it, I would love to see! <3
helloo! i've written an ao3 oneshot based on your drawing of eli and steve meeting half-troll jim for the first time. it's sitting in my drafts ATM, and i was wondering if its okay for me to post it?
(you are credited and linked in the summary and top notes!)
Post-ROTT time reset Jim having to deal with S1 Steve and his asshole-ery was veeerrry fun to write in my ongoing Trollhunters ao3 fic. Steve was such a menace in the first timeline, but Jim has been on too many training arcs in Trollmarket to take his bs this time lol.
(read below!)
Back at square one, Jim is sat in the far corner of Mr. Strickler’s history class for his first day of school following a breezy summer break in Arcadia Oaks High.
“Hey, dork-face.”
Jim rolls his eyes at the childish insult. “What do you want, Steve?”
“I don’t want anything from you. …but since I’m so nice, I’ll give you something for free!”
Jim sighs. He already knows where this is going.
“Take this!”
In the two seconds that it takes Steve to speak, he palms the basketball that he was dribbling in the corner of the classroom and lobs it at the side of Jim’s face. Since Strickler was babbling away on a monologue about some war in Ancient Greece, he was paying no mind to them in the back of the class. Normally, it would be the perfect storm for something stupid like this.
However, Steve couldn’t possibly anticipate that Jim had already been through all of this twice before. And that he’d been trained in the art of self-defence by trolls. Without even bothering to look up, Jim catches the basketball in his left hand and effortlessly chucks it behind him, where it lands dead in the center of the classroom’s trashbin.
“— Uh, wha — what? How did you —...”
Steve is slack-jawed. Had Jim Lake just blocked his throw? Puny, wimpy, geeky, Jim Lake? Impossible!
“ … What’s your deal, Lake? That was my favorite basketball!”
Jim flips him off.
Steve’s face drops into a hushed whisper. “Oh, have you finally grown some balls? I am totally beating your ass up at recess.”
