#oc: pickle

[avianreptiles]

hi im on artfight this year

[sharkbytee]

💥🥭 ; pickle (he/they)

self-proclaimed (and later officially) sorcerer assistant. they are excited to become the next best wizard.

he is focused on finding his "life's purpose" and strives on being the most helpful and adored person in the room. they can be clumsy and a bit clueless at times but they always put in his best effort

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[mostlikelyblex]

Silly Guys

Sometimes you just really want to draw some Silly Guys

[earth-ambassador-jim]

Keep it Crispy

Daylight December: Day 4

This story takes place in my “Two Years in the Dark” AU, in which Jim is in the Darklands for much longer than two weeks.

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Jim heaved a sigh as he brushed aside the curtain leading into his cave. After another long day of training and scouting he was weary all the way to his bones.

Pickle was curled up in the center of the room and gave a happy chirp at the sight of him. Jim patted the stalkling’s head when she thrust it forward against his chest.

“It’s good to see you too,” He said with a half-hearted smile.

She started growling happily as he scratched behind her horns. Usually petting her soothed him a bit, but today…

Today he just couldn’t shake off his slump.

The rebellion was getting closer and closer to another full battle against Gunmar. It seemed like each time they found a new spot to hide he found them a bit quicker. Likewise they had gathered all the information they could possibly find on him and his horde.

Soon, one way or another, it would be over.

Jim sighed again and gave his stalkling one last pat before moving over to the thin slit in the wall that served as his window. Far below he could see the sides of the Nargoloth queen ripple as it moved their fortress to a new location.

What would become of him if they even did win? Jim wondered.

He ran a hand along his chin feeling the stubble that was growing there.

Somehow living the rest of his life in the Darklands didn’t really fill him with joy and hope. As it was he felt like each day… or night… or whatever they had here… that passed wore a little more away from what made him him. And… well… in a few more years what would be left?

Pickle’s claws clicked on the stone floor as she approached. Jim shifted slightly, out of habit, so he could see to confirm that it actually was her.

She bumped her head against his shoulder and let out an inquisitive warble.

“You’re fine girl,” He said, running a hand across her scales. “I’m just a bit out of it.”

He glanced around and then moved to the corner of the room, Pickle trailing behind him. There he used his glaive to pry away a small shard of obsidian. Behind that shard, in a small crack in the wall, was a lone candy bar.

Jim pulled it out and ran his fingers over the worn wrapper.

“K.I.C.” it read in faded sharpie: Keep it crispy.

A melancholy smile formed on his face at the memory of Toby’s exasperation every time he said that. It was funny that after all the complaining that would be the last message he sent Jim.

Jim drew in a slow shuddering breath.

He had accepted by now that the Darklands would probably be his home for the rest of his life: even if the Trollhunters had reassembled the bridge somewhere else they couldn’t open it without him…

But it was nice to have something to hold onto. To know they had looked for him, had tried to bring him back.

With that thought… maybe he could keep going just a little longer.

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Originally I was going to create something funny for this prompt, but drawing takes a lot of time, so have this angst instead.

Yes, Jim has a pet stalkling in this AU, though Pickle thinks Jim is her pet.

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