Team CVFY(and I do believe that’s what their called) with Coco trolling her team and the professors having a christmas party…do not ask me why I put more effort into the second pic than the one before….I like ith though and I hope you lot do it too XD
RWBY fight to come tomorrow! Okay, maybe not tommorrow sinceI want to put a little effort into it and it’s an actually pretty long fight so~~~ maybe I’ll finish it tomorrow are the day after that…depending on my own satisfaction…see ya!
what she says:
Jim being part changeling is possible I guess but idk
what she means:
Jim being part changeling because of one of his parents would explain so much. it would explain how an amulet meant for trolls could’ve chosen him to be the Trollhunter. it could explain why his father left he and his mother so out of the blue. it could explain part of why Strickler takes such an interest in Barbara, a seemingly human woman, if she had been with a changeling before or has troll blood in her own veins. it aligns with the foreshadowing Jim says in regards to Strickler being a changeling “if he’s one, i’m one”. and you can argue the horseshoe didn’t affect Jim, but we’re given multiple examples of things designed for trolls that don’t work right for Jim because Jim is not a full troll, like the amulet at first and the furgolator. It makes sense that an item designed for a full changeling wouldn’t work right either if Jim is only part changeling. this could also be how Jim manages to get through the Darklands without being detected in s2. when Toby sticks his head through the small portal we witness a frightening glowing creature fly at him, demanding to know who he is, as if the glowing creature is a sort of security system in the Darklands meant to weed out anyone who doesn’t belong. But if Jim has changeling blood in him perhaps the security system won’t detect him since the Darklands is the home of the changelings. this could be how Jim stays alive. this could be how he saves (or doesn’t save) Enrique. if Jim were part changeling he’d be bridging not only the trolls and humans as the Trollhunter (as he’s done so far, starting to erase the prejudice trolls have toward humans) but also the trolls and the changelings (as he’s also started to do, extending the olive branch to NotEnrique and Strickler, and in turn encouraging his teammates to begin trusting them too). if the other trolls can also see past their prejudice toward changelings, if they can see the hypocrisy in pitying Arrrgh for being kidnapped by the GumGum and forced to be something he wasn’t but condemning changelings for essentially the same thing, if they can do that, perhaps again starting with Jim, the Trollhunter they’ve come to trust and respect, then maybe they can come together. this could dismantle the Janus Order and in turn give the trolls and changelings a common enemy: Gunmar. this could be why Jim was chosen to be the Trollhunter instead of just another troll. because if he’s part changeling, he represents trolls, humans, and changelings; he bridges the gaps between all of them, brings them all together. and perhaps the time has come for them to do so, to put aside their differences and work together to defeat what threatens them all, so that they can then, hopefully, exist in relative harmony at last.
@lizsketch and I have been playing Divinity: Original Sin together. Highly recommend it, many memories had.
Killing a chef because he had the only oven in town, talking to animals to progress in quests and learning the horrors of human ghosts’ fetishes, assuming the red river stream from an iron-rich mine in actuality a waterfall full of corpses, righteous troll toll father, entrepreneur elemental, prostitute tricking you into storytelling.- Ugh just go play it.
The next time you awoke was shackled in the back of an unmarked van full of silent, beaten trolls.
Karkat sat two trolls down from you at first, but there were a few times where you got shuffled around, dragged out by the chains connected to your wrists and reloaded into the back of another van, and you ended up sitting across from each other, exchanging long stares that spoke as little as you could possibly have to say. And then you’d drive off in more silence.
The entire process left you numb. At the edges of your being you could feel that dread eating away at you, but you barely felt it through the thick daze of unreality.
At some point, the van stopped for what you thought would be the final time. You were all unloaded in the dead of night; slivers of the moons provided little light as you were all led inside a dark, unmarked building, and soon you were all being led to a holding cell.
quick lil wind down sketch after work so I could hopefully get my brain to ease into a sleepy state, at least enough to nap!
this was a terrible idea because my hand was already killing me. Anyway, since I draw homestuck (I typed himestuck wtf) every day, I decided to draw a prompt I saw on my dash and drew Hal as a wee babby kid. It’s halbabby!
now I go pass out for a couple of hours and let my hand rest. erhgh.
Though she makes modest gold by translating Zandali-to-Thalassian tomes, texts, and relic rubbings.
RESIDENCE: Cottage in Dustwallow Marsh
[ PHYSICAL FEATURES ]
HAIR: Multi-coloured earth tone dread locks EYES: Sea green SKIN: Pale with some freckling at her nose and lips HEIGHT: 5′7″ WEIGHT: 165 lbs OTHER: Small underbite tusks and sharp incisors. Only has three toes on her feet, and they are webbed. STYLE: Layered, ragged, earth tones. Long skirts and heavy cloaks. Corsets. Lots of jewelry. Various tattoos.
[ FAMILY ]
SIBLINGS: Younger half-brother (young adult) and two half-sisters (children). All are full blood Troll from her mother’s current marriage. PARENTS: Father (Blood Elf), Mother (Troll) & Step-Father (Troll) OTHER RELATIVES: Pateral Uncle (Blood Elf). Maternal Grandparents, Aunts, Uncles, and cousins (Trolls). FRIENDS: None yet! ACQUAINTANCES: The Goblin woman who delivers her post. All of the local crows. The orphan whelpling that lives in the crooked tree. An alligator that lives in the swamp and permits her presence. ANY PETS?: yes [ X ] | no [ ] Several types of rabbits, a ragamuffin cat, and a blind snake
COLORS: Dark green, plum, maroon, blue-grey SMELLS: Fresh cut grass, garden soil, dusty attic, old tomes, baking cinnamon, oranges & cardamom, pine needles FOOD: granola with fruit, hot out of the oven pie, pancakes, summer crabs, dried seaweed FRUITS: Apples, blackberries, cranberries, snapvine watermelon DRINKS: Fresh cold whole milk, black coffee, pressed carrot & beet juice ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES: Silverwine
[ DISLIKES ]
COLORS: Neons, pastels SMELLS: Drowned, dead things in the swamp. Dragon roosts. FOOD: Bats, pork, key lime pie FRUITS: She’s never met a fruit she doesnt like! DRINKS: Kaja cola and other processed/sugary things ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES: Rum, Whiskey, Bitters
[ OTHER DETAILS ]
SMOKES? yes [ ] | no [ X ] DRUGS? yes [ ] | no [ X ] FLYING LICENSE? yes [ ] | no [ X ] EVER BEEN ARRESTED? yes [ ] | no [ X ]
Notes: parentstuck au created by @polyglotplatypus, I started this fic in the early stages of the au but since then the au evolved into teenagers blinding eachother with shiny bulges so I kinda feel like I’m late with this harmless fic
Summary: fic containes davekat, anshu being a savage, a bit of janshu rivalry and dave being a dork
Screams, shouts and giggles could be heard from outside of the
Strider-Vantas household and loud noises may not be a rare occurrence around
here, Karkat still couldn’t wrap his thinkpan around on what the other two
members of this family could be doing.
He stopped reading a novel that was surprisingly not a romantic one
thanks to Dave’s insistence and went outside of his Cantown home to see what
was all the ruckus about. The sight that greeted the full grown troll was
perhaps unusual at the least. His human husband and half troll-half human
daughter was playing with vigour. Nothing wrong with that, until you look
closer at this picture.
The cute child, Anshu, had a white tablecloth tied around her neck into a
makeshift cape and a paper hat was placed upon her head, resting right between
her small, nubby horns. Still, nothing wrong with that, as a kid she can get
away with that and she looks really adorable.
*pulls out grey body paint and plastic horns* No way in, no way out. No way in, no way out
That reminds me I’ve been meaning to sell my paint and other troll stuff in general because there’s no way I’m putting that stuff on my body ever again it is hell. I remember the first time I went to a con in full troll cosplay, for all three days I might add. I kept finding gray in my ears for a week after.