#toa strickler

[lightfin]

Ultimate Troll Dads bonding over there trollhunter son.



I know there’s a lot of debate on who makes the better dad, But honestly I think it’s a team effort. Both of them bring a unique perspective that Jim can relate to and need in his life, and I’m so here for it.

Also Blinky and Sticklers dynamic is so much fun.

[elegantjellyfishwerewolf]

I've already seen the headcanons about Strickler being raised by the stalkings in the Darklands. So I decided to draw on this topic as well.

Strickler is obviously a hybrid of a troll and a stalking. Therefore, the ordinary stalkings accepted him as one of their own. Strickler took advantage of this and pretended to be one of their children (he hadn't even been given his familiar yet, but he was already pretending to be someone else's child).

+Bonus

[theknucl]

Some strickler practice since I've always wanted to draw him! First time though,

[kiramarien]

If I got a nickel every time a cartoon I love

based on a book

based on mythology

about a teenage boy

who stumbles upon an ancient artifact that gives him powers

that's being sought by this cocky guy with daddy issues

who's right arm is mechanical some of the time

and his Dad is this massive guy with big horns (and sometimes glowy blue eye(s))

who's being manipulated by a powerful woman

that he freed from her centuries old prison

who may have had noble ambitions in the past, but now has been consumed by power

and the woman possesses a young girl in order to get what she wants

and sacrifices the lives of her minions in order to unleash her ultimate weapon ->

(Dozens of Gum Gums) (Spider Queen, Huntsman, Syntax, Goliath, Not- Mayor) You know what I'm talking about :(

and she's got this indentured servant *cough Slave cough* (with pretty gold eyes 😘)

who she refers to as "Her Champion"

who travels using shadows (I could not find a single picture of Angor Rot using his shadow staff)

who was really sweet and kind in his past but then... well... stuff happened

and has lost his right eye

and he's been killed before

but the big bad restores him back to life so she can use him

and he gets a redemption arc at the end of season three

and the main character doesn't have a bio Dad, but he attracts plenty of father figures throughout the course of the show

and he gains a non-human form that makes him even more powerful

and him and the others gain an armor upgrade at the same time

and the girl of the team has short black hair with dyed stripes

and you know the guy with daddy issues who wanted to steal his artifact in the beginning? He becomes one of the protagonist's closest friends

and there's this gentle giant character

who becomes one of my most beloved characters of all time 💕💕💕

and he has a history of violence and trauma

and has now vowed to be a devote pacifist

but breaks his vow in order to protect the people he loves (with angry glowy eyes to boot)

and has a deep love for cats (yes, I did just do that)

...then I would have two nickels.

Which isn't very much, but it's weird that it happened twice, right?

(That last drawing was made by @jezfez81. Thank you for letting me use it!)

What the heck happened?!?! This was just supposed to be a comparison between Sandy and AAARRRGGHH!!! Where did all these comparisons come from?!?!?!?!?! WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED?!?!?!?!?!?

(this took way too long to make, please give it some love :3 )

[ratchetonsteroids]

just some silly guys

[yuki2sksksk]

Strickler and Barbara crumbles + Angor Rot (I'd smash -- WHO SAID THAT)

Trollhunters artstyle is very shapy, Idk how to explain it.

(hrm hrm I am itching to draw Angor Rot x Witch! Reader little comics 👀👀)

[inwaninglight-au]

Stupid one shot that does not pertain to the au at all. Thanks to @daylightisminetoconsume 's latest chapter of their amazing fic 31 Days in the dark lands, I've been thinking about Stricklander, Barbara, and Gunmar. I won't explain the thought pipeline exactly but know it resulted in stricklakemar. (Art at the end)

"Stricklander..."

The changeling looked up from his hands and over his shoulder at the low rumble of his name. Gunmar's lone eye peered at him. Only the gumm-gumm king could manage to look unimpressed and concerned all at once.

"I thought you were asleep," Stricklander frowned.

"I was," Gunmar hummed, "your anxiety woke me."

Stricklander's frown deepened, a prickle of unease flaring up; an old reaction to having his emotions sniffed out by a troll.

"Relax," Gunmar rumbled, lingering on the word invitingly, as if to appeal Strickler into following the soft command.

"I am relaxed," he huffed, looking down to where Barbara was curled up into his side. "I was merely thinking."

Gunmar was quick to call his bluff. "Your thoughts are loud, Stricklander. You're working yourself up," he noted. His gaze followed Strickler's and lingered for a moment.

Strickler sighed and leaned his head against Gunmar's flank, staring up at the ceiling for a long while. So much has happened over the years, he can't help but feel like it would all fall apart, as so many things in his life did. The way he saw it, his worry was completely warranted. He was waiting for the day this dream would shatter, the day Barbara would realize all the reasons she should hate him and Gunmar would toss him aside.

The troll in question growled lowly, pulling Stricklander out of his train of thought and making Barbara stir.

"What will put your mind at ease" Gunmar asked in exasperation, curling closer around the two to huff at Strickler more directly.

"Don't wake her," Strickler huffed right back, deflecting.

That lone eye rolled. "You will do that yourself if you continue wallowing. Barbara may not have my nose, but her intuition serves her, even in sleep."

He was right, of course, but that was besides the point.

Gunmar spoke again before he could say as much, "You are safe, your human is safe. There is not a threat to be had, and the trollhunters are with Aarghaumont and his mate. What is there to fret over?"

Strickler sighed and shook his head, "First of all, I've told you time and again not to call Barbara 'my human'. The way you say it feels as though I own her, and I don't."

"She is yours nonetheless, similarly to how you are mine. I don't seek to take your autonomy, just as you do not seek to take hers."

"We're in a relationship, shouldn't we each belong to each other then?" He said with an eye roll.

"Should we, or do we?" Gunmar drawled.

Strickler paused, furrowing his brows. "...Why don't we?"

"Barbara and I do not share the same care for each other as we do for you," Gunmar began, straight to the point. "I respect her... I'm fond of her, even, but there would be nothing between us besides that if not for you. We belong to you, but not each other. She shares my sentiments."

"Oh, yes, that makes me feel so much better! The basis of my most loving relationship is their affection for me," Stricklander growled.

"You say that like it's a bad thing. Barbara and I don't have to be in love with each other to love you."

Stricklander opened his mouth to speak but then closed it again with a sharp click, turning to blink at Gunmar.

"What...?"

It was Gunmar's turn to roll his eye. "The most clever changeling I have ever met, and yet you can be so moronic."

"Oh, would you-!"

He was cut off by a sleepy sounding, "Walt...?"

He shot Gunmar a scowl. The ex warlord didn't look even the slightest bit apologetic. "It seems our mate is determined to circle himself into an anxious fit," he reported.

The audacity!

"I am not having a fit. I am reflecting!"

"Spiraling," Barbara corrected, right already and she didn't even know what was going on.

"I do not appreciate being ganged up on," the changeling grumbled, even as the tightness in his chest unraveled. The knot that had been forming over the past for days had loosened at what Gunmar had said, but the easy banter easily detangled it completely.

Barbara smiled and lifted her head to look up at him, "Then stop making us gang up on you."

Gunmar chuckled at that and shifted on the giant 12 foot family sized mattress Stricklander spent an entire month trying to acquire.(Finding a bed large enough to fit a 10 ton troll was no easy feat, though a worthwhile one) Strickler squawked as he and Barbara were pulled into his lap and Gunmar rested his jaw atop Strickler's head.

Barbara hummed happily, completely unbothered, and pressed her head under his own jaw.

Trapped between two of the people he'd come to love most in this world. He didn't know what to do with himself-not that he could do much anyway-so he resorted to pouting.

"Sleep," Gunmar instructed, his voice vibrating through the two of them this close.

Well... who was Stricklander to argue?

[kathrahender]

"Closest thing to a dad I ever had turned out to be a changeling. And then he tried to kill me".

I'll never get over those words from Jim, like what do you mean he saw Strickler as a father?

I'm gonna cry, they really deserved to be happy without Jim having to travel back in time to get his stepfather back (amongst other people he also wanted to bring back) 😭