#stricklakerot

[kathrahender]

My opinion on Trollhunters Ships

☆ Jlaire (Jim Lake Junior/Claire Nuñez). For me, it's a good ship in non-canon, but in the canon show it lacked development. I didn't feel Jim was in love with Claire for something about her, just for a shallow reason. 6/10 in canon and 9/10 in fics.

☆ Stricklake (Walter Strickler | Stricklander /Barbara Lake). Of all the canon ships, this is the one that I felt it was better written, even if I wanted Strickler to have more scenes where he felt guilty of what he did to her. 7,5/10 in canon and 9/10 in fics.

☆ Darby (Toby Domzalski/Darci Scott). Like in Jlaire, I felt like the reason why Toby liked Darci was very shallow. And Darci was a character who kinda was "created" just to be with Toby (because she didn't have a development outside their relationship), so it's not my thing in canon. 5/10 in canon and 6/10 in fics.

☆ Staja (Steve Palchuk/Aja Tarron). I already said it in another post, but my main problem with this ship is Steve's character. If the writters made him change, instead of throwing away his development, I would like them more. 5/10 in canon and 7/10 in fics.

☆ Dromura (Draal/Nomura). I would have accepted it being canon, and to be fair I see the appeal, but I don't think it's my thing. Although I like them more than Darby, and I actually felt their chemistry. 7/10

☆ Troll Dads (Aaarrrgghh/Blinkous "Blinky" Galadrigal). I'm not an active shipper of them, but I do ship them with each other (mostly because I don't see Aaarrrgghh having chemistry with another character apart from Blinky). Besides the scenes they share in Wizards says it all. 8/10.

☆ Zouxie (Douxie Casperan/Zoe). I'm gonna be honest: At first I was neutral with this ship: I didn't dislike it nor I liked it. But the fandom kinda ruined it for me. I don't hate it per se, but I prefer other ships with Douxie. And with Zoe too. 5/10.

☆ Hammerhunter (Jim Lake Junior/Toby Domzalski). To be honest they could have worked if the world wasn't heteronormative and if they weren't in love with Claire or Darci, because their relationship is very deep (I mean one of the reasons why Jim traveled back in time is Toby so—). 8/10.

☆ Shadowhammer (Toby Domzalski/Claire Nuñez). I mean I kinda see it? In another world where Claire wasn't "attracted" to Jim (and Jim wasn't in love with Claire, because Toby wouldn't date Claire if he knew Jim liked her) they could have worked while Jim was in the Darklands. 7/10.

☆ Jlaireby (Jim Lake Junior/Toby Domzalski/Claire Nuñez): Well, if you like the three ships (Jlaire, Hammerhunter and Shadowhammer) at the same time and you can't decide (like me), this is surely one of the best decisions you could make: paired the three of them together. 8/10.

☆ Strickrot (Angor Rot/Walter Strickler | Stricklander). At first, it might seem like a "toxic" ship because Strickler controlled Angor and Angor tried to kill Strickler when the Inferna Copula broke, but I usually consider "toxic" couples when they are abusive while being a couple, so this isn't "toxic" or "abusive" for me. Besides it gives even more enemies-to-lovers vibes than Stricklake. 10/10.

☆ Stricklakerot (Angor Rot/Walter Strickler | Stricklander/Barbara Lake). You could blame the fic I read from @/pinkytoothlesso11 about them, but I liked it so much that Stricklakerot might be one of my favorite TOA ships. Apart from Strickrot (and another one I haven't mentioned yet). 12/10.

☆ Steli (Steve Palchuk/Eli Pepperjack). Of course, if they decided to date when Steve was a bully, it would have been toxic, but after their development and all the scenes they shared together, I feel like it could have been a very healthy couple. 7/10.

☆ Stelija (Steve Palchuk/Eli Pepperjack/Aja Tarron). You would think it's similar to Jlaireby for me, but in this case I prefer Steli and Staja separately, because I don't ship Elija/Ajali as much as the other two. 6/10.

☆ Krexie (Douxie Casperan/Krel Tarron). I already love another pairing involving Douxie thanks to @/honeyxmonkey, but I like Krexie too! Not because of the canon interactions, but because of their potential. And because I saw them having more chemistry than Zoe and Douxie. 8/10.

☆ Jeves (Steve Palchuk/Jim Lake Junior). Steli is okay, but to be honest I like this ship more. Not only because I think the couple is more interesting, but because of the wasted potential. I'm pretty sure they could have good friends, and in another universe, maybe they could have been more. Besides, there's also the hate they both share for their own parents: Jim because his father left them for another woman, and Steve because his father was abusive, so I think they would also bond about that. And maybe heal each other scars. 12/10.

☆ Claja (Claire Nuñez/Aja Tarron). What's better than one powerful woman? Two powerful woman who date each other. Imagine the great team they could have been. Besides, Claire is clearly more mature than Steve, so I'm pretty sure she could have been a lot better for Aja. Since Aja's princess who "lost" her world, it's logical she would have wanted someone who understood the weight on her shoulders (and having in mind that Claire was possessed by Morgana, she could have been the perfect person for Aja to date). 10/10.

☆ Claireve (Steve Palchuk/Claire Nuñez): Them being together might seem ilogical at first, basically because Steve was a jerk and Claire "didn't seem interested in him" (even though she went to a concert with him), but I think it could have worked if Steve didn't become a stupid boy again. If Claire saw Steve maturing, she could have been slightly attracted to him. 9/10.

☆ Ajim (Jim Lake Junior/Aja Tarron). To be honest I didn't see it before, but like Claire and Aja, they could understand each other perfectly. Despite Aja being an alien princess and Jim being a human trollhunter, both have responsabilties. Both carry the weight on the world in their shoulders, and they would definitely be supportive of each other. 7/10 (because even if I find the ship appealing, I like Jlaire, Jeves or Claja more)

☆ Jimxie (Douxie Casperan/Jim Lake Junior). I don't see them as brothers like other people in this fandom do (to be honest I don't like that headcanon), so I wouldn't mind reading a fic about them if the plot seemed interesting for me. Basically, I don't hate it, I don't actively ship them, but it's okay for me. 7/10.

☆ Douxlaire (Douxie Casperan/Claire Nuñez). It's the same argument as Jimxie: I don't actively ship them, but I would read a fic of them if the other tags were what I'm looking for in a fic. 7/10.

[jellysnail-draws]

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[undeadchestnut]

One thought just would not leave me alone...

I accidentally made Beast!Strickler the exact same size as Angor.

[theoldandnewfirm]

Strange and Unusual (nsfw) // Unfinished Snippets Series

I'm clearing some mental space by going through my many WIPs and posting the ones I've completely stalled on.

This was meant to be my smutty contribution to stricklakerot, with Barbara and Walter introducing Angor Rot to the strange human practice known as oral, but the snippet is just Barbara/Angor. Enjoy!

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Angor Rot had endured indignities beyond remembering during his centuries as Morgana's thrall, and yet this one, undertaken of his own free will, might trump them all.

He knelt on a sheet on the floor of Barbara's living room with his rump in the air while she examined his "downstairs situation" as she'd called it. He resisted the urge to squirm beneath the weight of her silent scrutiny. Imagine exposing himself in such a way, only for her to determine that this whole endeavor was for naught.

The thought alone made him itch for the simplicity of combat; at least there those who witnessed his humiliations would not survive to share them.

More seconds ticked by in silence before his discomfort won out. "Well?"

"Yup," she said, "I think this will work."

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"This" was the result of his own foolishness. He hadn’t meant to intrude on his host’s evening that day or, having done so, to linger. But the scene in the living room--the changeling on the sofa, legs spread, and Barbara kneeling like a supplicant between them—had been too strange to ignore.

So he'd watched them, brow furrowed, trying to understand. But when their motions had ceased and Barbara had clambered up to take a more familiar position on the changeling's lap, he felt no more enlightened than he'd been at the start.

He did not enjoy ignorance. He'd turned the moment over in his mind for days, searching for an analogue for the act in his (admittedly limited) knowledge of troll mating practices and finding none. It would be too dangerous. There were teeth. And troll tongues were meant for scraping flesh from bone; no sane troll would invite one anywhere near their gronk-nuks.

What he'd seen was uniquely human, then, and he couldn't fathom how the changeling had found pleasure in it. There was, however, a way to find out.

"Your people--do they partner freely?"

"Sorry?" Barbara said, punctuating the statement with a yawn. She handed him a mug of the drink humans called coffee before turning her attention to modifying her own with a variety of powders and liquids.

"Fleshbags. Do they take multiple partners in--" he fished for the term, "sex?"

"Hoo boy. One moment," she said. She took a long swig of her coffee. Then, "Okay. So do you mean at the same time, or over the course of the relationship?"

"Relationship?"

"Ah, right. Um. Bond?"

He considered this. "Both."

"Some bonded humans do take on multiple partners, yes. Sometimes just for a night, sometimes for months or years. There are a lot of names for those kinds of relationships, but generally the former is called 'open' and the latter is called 'polyamorous.' "

"Interesting," he said.

"Why do you ask?"

He leaned against the counter; when he spoke again it was to his mug rather than her. "I wish to try a human sex practice with you."

Her cheeks took on the pink hue he'd learned was indicative of emotional distress. She made several noises that didn't graduate to actual words until finally she squeaked out, "Is this--is this about the other night?"

He looked up sharply. Taking that for the confirmation it was she continued, "We were having a date night and…didn't move things upstairs when we should have. Walt said you might have seen us…?"

While he was reluctant to give the changeling credit for anything, managing to detect him while so distracted was impressive. "He was correct."

There was a tang of fear in the air like the distress of a hunted thing now caught. She bit her lip. "Sorry."

"Apology is unnecessary. You are free to do as you wish in your home."

"Yeah, but…consent…" she shook her head slightly. "I shouldn't have done that. But I didn't expect that you would be--" she looked him over from horntips to feet; there was an appraising quality to it. "Anyway. I need to talk to Walt first. Can I get back to you?"

If the venture came down to the changeling's decision, Angor had little hope it would be approved. But now that he understood how their relationship worked, refusal might be the better outcome: for if the changeling agreed, what would he demand in return?

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After completing her examination Barbara bade him sit. There were two objects on the floor in front of her: a clear bottle of liquid, and something that resembled an abstract phallus.

"I want to make sure you're comfortable with everything before we start," she said.

"I doubt there's anything you can do to me that I cannot endure," he said. Still, he eyed the phallus suspiciously.

"I don't want you to endure. I want you to enjoy it. So if you're not enjoying it tell me, okay?"

Consideration was a luxury Angor had never enjoyed; to be offered it so freely and often by Barbara made him feel like there was something alive and squirming in his chest. He was still unsure what to make of it. "Very well."

"Your penis--er--vamek retracts, correct?" she asked.

When he nodded she continued, "So we've got to get it to extend. I'm not a troll, obviously, so I can't emit pheromones or wrestle or any of the other things you guys would normally do to get each other 'in the mood'. So, we've got to take a shortcut."

She nodded towards his gronk-nuks. "The separation between your…racsik and vamek are thin. If I directly stimulate the former it will trigger your vamek to extend. That's what this is for."

She picked up the phallus. It was roughly the length of her forearm and as wide around as his thumb. It wobbled slightly as she held it.

"You mean to put that inside me?" he said, reeling back.

"I know it sounds weird, but trust me." She handed it to him. "We call them dildos, or sex toys. Here, it's not as stiff as it looks."

She was right; the material flexed easily in his grip. It seemed to be made of a rubber of some kind, one not too different in texture from the softer stone of his vamek.

"And here--" She squeezed some of the liquid onto his hand; it was cool and slightly viscous. "This is called lube. Well, technically lubricant, but everyone just calls it lube. When I apply some of this to the toy and you, it'll help it slide in easier."

He looked from the lube, to the toy, then to her. "This is really what you and the changeling do?"

"It is. Well, the first part anyway. The part you were interested in happens after."

His mind whirred. He'd said he could endure anything, but the thought of someone rooting around his most sensitive tissue made him want to cross his legs forever.

"Hey."

Her words startled him out of his thoughts. She was smiling gently at him. "We can stop if you want to, Angor. It's okay."

That strange, squirming thing awoke once more. "No," he said. "I trust you."

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She didn't try and jam the dildo in right away; for that he was grateful. Instead she drizzled a little more lube over his opening and slowly massaged it into the surrounding stone with her thumbs. Nerves he'd only been dimly aware of before now crackled to attention. It was…not unpleasant.

What would it feel like to have that gentle touch inside him? But, no--that's what the dildo was for. The stiff rubber held less appeal, but perhaps driven by her skilled hands…

He was yanked from his thoughts by her thumbs skating over his ring proper. It was no accident: now she traced slow, teasing circles on the skin, and pressed gently against its resistance. He only just managed to quell the disgraceful noise that threatened to leave his throat as he arched into the contact.

She hummed. "Very good. I think you're ready."

Her touch vanished. He heard the click of the bottle of lube, followed by more of the cool substance spilling over his stone. A moment later her hand settled on his hip, and something hard and slick--the toy, he assumed--pressed against his opening.

"Breathe out," she said, "and relax."

He did as commanded. And then, she pushed.

The lube had done its work: there was no pain. Only the strangeness of the object inside him, and his body's eagerness to draw it deeper.

"Perfect," she cooed. "You're doing so well, Angor. How does it feel?"

Empty. He needed--

"More."

She obliged, entering him with almost frustrating care. He rocked back, willing her to move faster. Instead she tsked and paused.

"Patience," she said.

He grunted. "You torment me."

"I don't want to hurt you…"

"I'm not a whelp, Barbara. I don't need to be coddled."

She sighed. "Well, if you're sure."

And then, all at once, she drove the toy home.

Pleasure burst through his entire frame. He gripped the sheets, eyes wide with shock.

Barbara laughed. "Found it, did I?"

"What--" she pulled the toy back, then drove it forward again. More pleasure, hot and sharp, spilling from some point deep inside him. "What is that?"

"Prostate," she answered. "Surprisingly you guys aren't built much differently than humans. Well, minus the extra stomach and liver. And whatever a razvo is. Feels good, right?"

"Yes," he fisted the sheets in his hands so tightly that his clawtips bit into his palms. "Yes."

His body gave him no choice: he had to rut, to feel those shocks sparking from his core. And Barbara obliged, plunging the toy into him with short, quick strokes that jarred the breath from his lungs.

"Hm," she said, "looks like it's working."

And then--her grip on his vamek, squeezing. It was as she'd said: the stimulation had drawn it out. Her hand was too small to encircle it entirely but her touch was enough to complete a circuit between rear and fore, settings his nerves alight. More--a little more, and then--

She stopped.

"Why?" he snarled, twisting around to glower at her.

She smiled and shrugged one shoulder. "We can keep going if you want, but as I recall, this wasn't what you wanted to learn about today."

He'd wanted to learn…? Oh. The "oral." Yes. He swallowed. "It…is as pleasurable as that?"

"Hm. Subjective, I think. How about this: we can try, and if you don't like it, we'll go back to anal. Deal?"

The toy was still inside him, its pressure a reminder of the release that had been so near. But she was right--tonight, it was a means to a different end. And he was nothing if not patient, even now.

He sighed. "Very well."

The oral required a different position, similar to the one that had first caught his attention on that night: he lying flat, legs bent and knees spread, and Barbara kneeling between them. Foolish of him to think she'd been a supplicant before the changeling; he understood now that she held all the power in this strange territory. Though, judging by her expression as she stared at his vamek, she was uncertain of how to wield it.

"Huh," she said. "That's--big. Wow."

He frowned. "Humans are not equally equipped?"

"No! God, no. Are you kidding? That would split someone in half!"

He put care into his next question; having already erred once, he was hesitant to do so again. "You…cannot copulate with trolls, then?"

"I--" she bit her lip; it seemed she too did not wish to misstep. "I think it depends on size? Of the troll, I mean. You're--" she arced a hand high over her head, "--and some are--" she pressed downward until her hand rested at roughly hip height. "I don't have a…variety of experience, obviously, but around here--" now she drew a line at roughly the changeling's height "it seems more compatible. Don't get me wrong, it still takes a LOT of adjusting, but…"

She trailed off, flushing, before reaching over to grip his shaft with both hands. "Anyway, I think I can make this work."

[muku-gc]

“It really didn’t have to end like this, it truly didn’t...”

Thanks for all the ideas! In the end i decided to settle with Board game night gone wrong from @multiverseofmuses ^^

[megan0013]

Stricklakerot, for the three sentence fic—game night?

“The king still bows to the ace, correct?” Angor asks in an inquisitive tone, his shrewd gaze jumping from the cards on the coffee table to the ones in his hands.

Barbara quirks a knowing brow at Walter before nodding, “Yes.”

“In that case,” Angor smirks and lays four aces down in front of him, “lose the boxers, Stricklander.”

[pinkytoothlesso11]

Stricklakerot fluff fic:

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Angor Rot has been living in the Lake house for a few months, just about comfortable, when Barbara offers him an interesting proposal.

One that has him discovering new challenges... Such as tolerating a certain changeling and learning human customs as well as embarrassing the Trollhunter.

[acamaryseinteery]

Day 11 - Couple costume

„This is ridiculous, Barbara.“ repeated himself Strickler as Barbara was behind him, doing last few touches.

„Oh please. I always wanted to try it and thanks Angor it's a bonus.“ she said happily as she was helping him with wings.

„I still can't quite believe he agreed to it.“ he admitted and if by being called Angor walked over

„For the last time, Strickler. In my tribe couples wore matching clothes. More matching, more stabile relationship. I pity you for doing so so rarely."

Strickler snorted.

„And done! You all ready?“ asked Barbara.

„I quite hope so.“

„I will just activate the traps and-“

„NO!“ exclaimed at once both of them at their over-protective troll mate.

With quiet grumble, and secretely activating tiny trap, Angor walked out to join the two.

And so now through Arcadia walked to center one creepy nurse, one by blood covered doctor and one zombie demon patient through town, enjoying the moment they have while it lasts.