You see this great hulking troll standing over you, ready to end your life. You reach deep into your withered warlock heart and grab at the sharp object you always knew was in there. With a wave of your hand a cloud of daggers appear in the air around the troll and slice him to pieces.
our DM when my warlock rolled a not 20 with 4 health left
A/N: This is my first official fic for the Sanders Sides and I’m actually kinda proud of it. This is a random idea that came to me one day so I just decided to go for it.
Summary: Patton decides that Virgil should accompany Roman on an adventure so they can get along better.
Warnings: a bit of violence but I’m bad at writing action scenes so probably don’t worry about it
This was possibly the worst decision Virgil had ever made. He swallowed as Roman held out a spare sword and avoided eye contact as he grabbed the handle, almost dropping it at the sudden weight.
“If you can’t hold it then you can’t come.” Roman said as he turned around to grab his own.
“I didn’t even want to come.” Virgil mumbled low enough so the other couldn’t hear. Patton had decided that in order for the two to get along, they would need to spend more time together.
“Hey! Why don’t you tag along with Roman on one of his adventure things.” He had said.
“What? Why would I do that?” Virgil had refused. The topic was brought up several times more until he finally gave in, just to make Patton happy. Roman had agreed to take him, seeming actually excited to have a partner on his quest.
“Are you ready?” Roman brought him back to reality by snapping in his face, making him jump.
“Yeah, yeah whatever. Let’s just get this over with.”
Roman was wearing his normal attire,but his sword was attached to his back and he had a satchel on his side filled with essentials like food, water, and bandages.
Virgil decided to leave his jacket behind so he didn’t overheat, since he was out of shape anyway and expected to be running quite a bit. The small sword Roman had given him was in a sheath now, hanging from his hip. He would never admit it, but why he would even need a sword somehow scared him. In no way could he fight.
Roman turned towards him and held out his hand. “Do you trust me?”
Virgil inwardly cringed. “Come on man, if you’re gonna make this cheesy than I’m leaving.”
“Ugh just grab my hand.”
Virgil reluctantly reached out and placed his hand in the other’s. Roman tightened the grip suddenly, surprising him. Roman snapped his fingers, and the two of them were in the middle of a large field surrounded by a forest on all sides. In the distance Virgil could see a large castle, but upon further inspection, he noticed a large red dragon circling around it.
“Please tell me we’re not fighting that thing.”
“Of course not! That’s an adventure for another day. Today, we need to get rid of a troll that’s been terrorizing a nearby village.
Virgil let out an inaudible sigh of relief and followed Roman as he made his way in the direction of this so called village.
Contrary to where they normally lived, this place had a more calming atmosphere, and was covered in mountains and hills. Virgil followed directly behind Roman as they made their way through the thick forest. Roman would make seemingly random turns out of nowhere and Virgil was beginning to doubt his knowledge of the area. Just as he was about to ask if he even knew where he was going, they stepped out of the trees onto a trail.
“This way,” Roman headed up the trail without showing a hint of fatigue. On the other hand, Virgil had given up staying directly behind him and trudged tiredly behind while dragging his feet.
The trail went on and on in a straight line for what seemed like forever. It was a boring trail made out of dirt with few roots that would stick out of the ground, tripping Roman every time without fail, to Virgil’s amusement. After traveling for what seemed like forever, the leaves overhead began covering up the sun making it darker. Virgil began seeing faces in the trees and the path grew narrower and narrower until it felt like he was suffocating. At this he decided to finally break the silence.
“How long until we get there?” Virgil whined a bit more than he meant to with that sentence.
“It’s not much farther,” Roman paused to successfully step over a root, “There should be a river up ahead. Once we cross it the village should be right up ahead.”
“Aren’t trolls normally underneath bridges?”
“Did I say there was a bridge?”
“How are we supposed to cross the river?”
“You can swim, can’t you?” Virgil could hear the smirk in his voice and groaned in response.
Inevitably, they reached the river, and Virgil was relieved that it was smaller than he had imagined. Beyond it he could see a town of tiny buildings made of mostly wood and stone.
“Is that the village you were talking about?”
“Yup. The troll should be in there.” Roman began wading through the water and made it to the other side without the water going over his knees. “Are you coming?”
Virgil stood at the edge of the river and looked at the quickly flowing water. There were several rocks sticking out of it, and the mild rapids made his heart do flips. Once he stuck one foot in he quickly yanked it back out.
“It’s cold!” Virgil protested.
“Oh come on! What am I supposed to do about it?” Virgil only crossed his arms making Roman sigh in exasperation as he crossed back over. Without warning he picked Virgil up and swung him over his shoulder.
“What are you doing? Let me go!” Virgil thrashed violently and kicked Roman in the gut several times.
“Do you want me to drop you in the water? Because I will do it.” Virgil groaned loudly and slumped his head down until he was dropped back on the ground.
“You’re welcome, Princess.” Roman said as he poured the water out of his shoes.
“Do not call me that!” Virgil glared angrily at him, but was secretly grateful he didn’t have to cross the river now. It didn’t take long for them to arrive at the village, but there wasn’t a single being in sight.
“You sure this is the right place Princey?” Virgil asked as he looked through a window.
“Yes I’m sure of it. I’m sure he’s around here some-” Roman was interrupted when he heard the uncharacteristically high pitched screech from Virgil. He came dashing from around a corner and ran behind him. Around the same corner a large green beast with large sharp teeth came running out. His large feet sounded like thunder as they hit the ground and they slid against the dirt as the troll came to a stop in front of him.
Roman drew his sword and pointed it towards the troll, while using his other arm to shield Virgil behind him. In response, Virgil only backed away from them altogether, letting them fight as he hid behind a stack of hay.
“Be gone you monster, or I shall have your head!” Roman shouted. The troll roared in return to the prince’s threat and swatted his hand at him. Roman dodged just in time, dashing to the right and sliced troll’s arm. The beast wailed in pain and turned around too quickly for him to react. It grabbed him with it’s giant green hands and threw him into a nearby house, knocking him unconscious.
Virgil gasped and watched as it lumbered over to finish the job. Virgil’s breath faltered and he felt faint. Now was not the time to be panicking. Without thinking he gripped the sword attached to his side. With one last yell he ran out of his hiding place, attracting as much attention to himself as possible. Before it could turn around, he jumped onto it’s back, plunging his sword into it, praying he had hit his heart.
The troll screamed in what seemed like agony as it tried to reach behind itself to hit him, but it just couldn’t reach. As it swerved around, Virgil held on tight with his eyes shut. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the troll finally hit the ground dead. He opened his eyes slowly and took deep breaths as reality began to sank in. He did it, he killed the troll, he saved Roman’s life.
Virgil sprung up and ran to the prince’s side. “Roman! Oh my God, are you okay?” Roman winced as he sat up but seemed to be fine.
“Hey, guess what.” Roman said in nearly a whisper.
“What is it.” Virgil braced himself for the worst.
“You’re a hero!” Virgil felt his whole world light up. He was a hero. For once he wasn’t a villain. “Well I mean, not as heroic as me, but you’ll get there.” Roman stood up and brushed the hair from his face.
“Oh shut up.” Virgil lightly shoved him, but he was still smiling, a rare sight in Roman’s case.
“Are you ready to head back?”
“Heck yeah!” As proud as Virgil was in himself, he really wanted to go home.
“Okay then. Let’s try this again,” Roman held out his hand like he had before, “Do you trust me.”
Virgil sighed, but grabbed his hand anyway. “Yeah, sure whatever.”
With a snap of the other’s fingers, they were back at the mind palace as if nothing had ever happened. Virgil sighed in relief at the familiar atmosphere in his room. Maybe Patton’s idea wasn’t so bad after all.
I got quite some asks a while ago about “What does my fave say about me???” and I wanna answer all of them and also no new chapter which is crushing:
Class 1-A: Alphabetized
Aoyama Yuuga: you have horrible self-esteem issues and cover it up by attracting attention to yourself because you want the attention but have absolutely no idea what to do with it once you have it
Ashido Mina: a loud passionate person with a fondness for dress-up (everyday wear or costumes, it doesn’t matter) and people are shocked to find out your level of nerdiness because like… “you don’t look like a nerd…”
Bakugou Katsuki: a spitfire on the inside and sometimes on the outside. You spicy af and people tell you to tone it down. Was a genius in middle school but then found out about everyone else catching up. Has a SUPER fear of failure.
Hagakure Tooru: A cute little flower who blends into the background but never fear, all that gossip is here! People forget you a lot, but you’re used to it. Gotta keep that positive attitude!!!!
Iida Tenya: People tell you you’re weird a lot and they also tell you you’re annoying but you’re just trying to help. Smart af when it comes to what you know, but pretty clueless otherwise.
Jirou Kyouka: You have that one piece of clothing you love dearly and have owned for years and people are shocked to see you whenever you’re not wearing it. Actual music hoe. *takes out one earbud* whut
Kaminari Denki: Admit it you’re an irl troll face but deep down you’re actually the rarest of pepes. Just wants to be loved by friends but you also want a date to prom so jokingly-for-real ask people out on dates. It hasn’t really worked.
Kirishima Eijirou: You love The Gays™ or are irl gay yourself. You’re an actual cinnamon roll but you’re hella burnt on the inside so you’ve got a spine of steel. You love your friends and aren’t afraid to say it. HUGS FOR EVERYONE
Kouda Kouji: You little animal lover you~ <3 ! Shy and sweet, people tell you that you don’t talk much but you’re just anxious. Will talk about your passions until you pass out but if it’s in front of strangers then NO THANKS
Midoriya Izuku: Actual cinnamon roll just trying your best, you’re smart with what you’re passionate about but that also makes you a giant nerd. You have that one weird little quirk that nobody understands so you hide it a lot.
Mineta Minoru: You’re goofy and the squad clown but also naive af. Might not be noticeable on the outside but UR A SINNER HARRY. You read way too much fanfiction because actual porn feels weird/ is too much
Ojiro Mashirao: You like to stick to the background but you also want people to notice when you’ve achieved something so you’re stuck in this cycle of “I want this to look good but also original but not too weird but also cool but also…”
Satou Rikkidou: Your resting bitch face almost has yourself fooled but there’s nothing that can comfort you like food and your best bro can. Is really good at cooking. Part of the “Support Everyone But Forgets Yourself” Squad.
Sero Hanta: You come off as harmless but deep down you’re a disgusting memer waiting for the perfect moment to pun and meme. Your health is important, look at this article you printed off just for your friends’ cringe
Shouji Mezou: You’re quiet at first but hella observant so you can tell the moment to open up and let people see how harmless you are on the inside. Gentle soul who only want the best for others. Will kill/die to protect others.
Todoroki Shouto: You’ve been deeply hurt by someone you looked up to and you know you’re still messed up. You’re trying to grow away from the pain but it’s hard. A little wrapped up in your head, you want to love others again.
Tokoyami Fumikage: You know every word to “Welcome to the Black Parade”. You like really cool, dark and edgy things so your inner emo is Strong™. People tell you that you need to cool your chill and warm up. flip them the bird.
Tsuyu Asui: IRL perfect friend, you are the mom friend/ big sis friend of the group who makes sure everyone stays together and doesn’t do stupid shit. At least, doesn’t do stupid shit without you. Pokèmon was a lifestyle, once.
Uraraka Ochako: Looks innocent on the outside but will punch a guy if they step over that very clear line. Friends and family are to be protected at all costs. You’re so cheap, people laugh but in reality you’re scared to spend money.
Yaoyorozu Momo:Smart af and pretty too, you’re so used to things coming easily to you that you panic as soon as something seems hard. In group projects you’re the one that does 95% of the work. You’re (kinda) ok with this.
Alright, I covered Class 1-A first, but if your fave isn’t on this list, or you wanna look up your other faves, I left it all under the cut!
All Might/ Toshinori Yagi: Actual cinnamon roll trying their best to be a good guardian and lead those who are lost. Is the actual biggest dork around. Tries to be cool but simply… isn’t. We love you anyways. Pls take care of yourself too.
Eraserhead/ Aizawa Shouta: you’re extra salty in need of a nap and still care about everyone around you but still like to fuck with them to show you care. Is a cat person and feels like you can only get along with other cat people.
request- Heyyy i really love your blog and I was wondering if you could do an imagine where the reader bas been an actress since she was 10 playing deans daughter in the show and is now 16 and she’s really close with the cast, she calls jared uncle moose and Jensen is like a dad to her and he thinks of her like his daughter figure. Maybe just a cute one where she has a bad day and they all cheer her up, or maybe a cute one where they all hang out at Jensens place? I can’t choose I just love to read those.
Requested by- Anon.
Characters- Jensen x platonic!Reader.
Warnings- hate, slight angst, crying, swearing, mentions of absent parent.
a/n- it’s kinda short but I hope this is okay, nonnie!<3
You took a deep breath before running onto the stage, screams filled your ears as you waved to the audience, you quickly hugged Richard and Rob before turning towards the crowd.
“Hey guys!” You yelled happily into the mic, “how’re you doing?” You asked, everyone screamed in response causing you to laugh, “I hope to god that means good” you giggled causing some of them to laugh, “okay, should we go straight onto the questions?” You asked whilst pointing towards the line of people near the microphone.
A young girl, around your age held the microphone in her hands, “um, hi” she started off, you waved back with a small smile on your face, “I was just wondering if you and Jensen had a father/daughter type relationship off set?” She asked, you smiled, “uh… Yeah, yeah we do. I mean straight away we just had that sort of bond I guess?” You answered, she thanked you and walked away, “hi! What was it like when you found out you had the part?” asked a older woman, “I was fucking terrified aha, it was mainly because I had to play the roll of a fathers daughter and as you guys know my father isn’t in my life anymore, so for me… the idea of playing a roll that had a father scared me because I didn’t know how to be a daughter in that way, but like I said earlier Jensen and me just had that sort of bond anyway, so it did make it that tiny bit easier” you replied.
It was much later on, you were led in your hotel bed, you were scrolling through twitter but stopped at a video from your panel, you clicked on it and started reading through the replies.
‘It’s the same sob story lmao, nobody cares if your father ran off’
‘Poor Jensen, has to put up with this trainwreck.’
‘He probably feels sorry for her, that’s why he hasn’t said anything’
‘Wouldn’t surprise me if he secretly hated her!’
You quickly locked your phone before throwing it towards the other side of the bed, you closed your eyes and shook your head.
‘They’re just twitter trolls, what they say doesn’t matter.’
You said to yourself, you took a deep breath in before unlocking your phone, muting the accounts you then started typing,
‘Just because I’m not tagged in the tweet doesn’t mean I can’t see it.Your words can be used for good or harm and it’s important to know the difference.’
You hit send, locked your phone, stood up and walked towards the bathroom.
You walked out with your wet hair wrapped in a messy bun, you started walking towards your bed when a knock on the door caused you to turn around.
You opened it to find a very worried Jensen on the other side, “are you okay? I saw the tweet” he asked walking in, you chuckled slightly and nodded your head, “I’m fine, Jay. Don’t worry about it” you replied sitting on the bed, he let out a sigh and looked at you, “are you sure?” He asked, you nodded your head, he let out a sigh and sat next to you.
“I saw the tweets, y/n…” he trailed off, you looked down and started playing with your fingers, he grabbed one of your hands and turned to face you, “I know that you think of me like a dad… I’m okay with it, I am, I just-” he started to say before you cut him off, “you just feel weird about it because I’m not your daughter” you finished for him with tears building in your eyes, he went to speak up but you beat him to it, “they were right… you felt sorry for me, that’s why you didn’t say anything beforehand but now that you know I’ve seen those tweets…” You trailed off, you looked the other way so that Jensen couldn’t see the tears that were threatening to spill over, “they’re right, you probably hate me” you whispered the last bit.
“You know that couldn’t be further from the truth…Y/N, look at me” he demanded softly, you slowly turned around and looked into his green eyes, “you may not be blood but that doesn’t make you any less my daughter… and I don’t hate you. It’s the complete opposite of that.” He said whilst wiping away the tears that fell down your face, “you’ve gotta start trusting that I’m not going to leave you, you’re stuck with me” he grinned causing you to let out a small laugh, “but in all seriousness, if you ever start feeling this way again I want you to tell me. It doesn’t matter if it’s five in the morning, just tell me, talk to me. I’m always here and you know it” he concluded, placing a kiss on your forehead.
You wrapped your arms around him, burying your head in his chest, he tightly wrapped his arms around you, “I love you, kiddo. Don’t forget it, okay?” He said, you smiled, “I love you too, and I’ll try not to.”
I got stuck on my writing so I thought I would draw some scenes from the fic to see if it would help. (I know miscommunication as a plot point is kinda lazy but goddamn if I don’t love it. Also angst. I love angst.)
The Company is surprised by how fiercely protective you are of them when any of them are in danger, since you are a generally gentle, sweet, and easy-going person.
Gifs are not mine. Credit goes to their owners!
The nasty trolls continued to rotate the dwarves over the
campfire, exchanging evil grins of anticipation. They had tied up the rest in sacks, but left
bother restraining the female,” the troll with the deep voice told the
other. “She’s no threat to us.”
you had remained sitting in the dirt, realizing that you would not be able to
fight off the trolls by yourself even with your skills. The trolls had confiscated your weapons as
with the others. You did manage to keep
a dagger concealed in your cloak. But if
you fought back now, you’d just get tied up with the others. Your best bet would be to wait for the right
moment to strike. However, you realized
this wasn’t exactly an option the moment they started to cook your friends.
warning you, trolls,” you snapped suddenly,
glaring at them. “If you don’t let them
go, you’ll have more to worry about than turning to stone!”
who remained silent for the most part, looked over at you incredulously,
raising his eyebrows. Bilbo struggled in
the sack beside you, but looked just as shocked.
what’s gotten into ______?” Dwalin
don’t know, but I like it,” Kili replied, grinning despite the dire situation.
the trolls laughed, pointing at you mockingly.
The one with the annoying, squeaky voice looked offended. “Hey, what makes a human maiden like you
think she can speak to us like that?”
clenched your jaw, inching your hand towards your hidden dagger as you stared
him down. “I mean it. If you hurt any of them,” your voice lowered into a growl, “I’ll be the one
roasting you over the fire.”
up!” The one with the deeper voice
stopped laughing and lowered his face to get a better look at you. You had to refrain from vomiting when his
rotten breath blew on your face. “One
more word from you, and you’ll be first on our menu.”
opened your mouth to spit back a witty reply when you heard Thorin growl your
name. You glanced over to see him
shaking his head with a warning look. He
didn’t want you to put yourself at risk for them. But there was no way you’d just sit back and
let this go on. So, you simply ignored
him, breaking eye contact and turning your attention back to the ugly troll
face in front of you.
I hate to break it to you, but you can’t eat those dwarves,” you said simply,
your hand firmly grasping the dagger in your cloak. This was it.
If you could get the troll just a little
bit closer, you could slash him across the face. That would give you just enough time to free
a few of the dwarves and get your weapons.
why not?” The other troll squeaked at
was a shuffle in the dirt behind you, and then you felt something press against
you’re making a terrible mistake!” Bilbo
interjected, standing beside you awkwardly with his arms and legs bound in the
sack. “With the seasoning, I mean.” You looked at him in confusion, wondering
what the hobbit could possibly be up to.
His eyes met yours briefly before darting away. You followed his gaze to the line of trees in
the background, noticing a flash of gray move in the darkness.
that’s what’s up.
Help was on the way.
exchanged subtle nods with Bilbo, silently agreeing to continue distracting the
trolls. Silently, your hand released the
dagger from its grip as you continued the verbal banter.
Gandalf had shown up at the right
time, and it worked out so that the trolls turned to stone at the first light
of dawn. You set to work on setting the
really was something back there, _______,” Fili told you, clapping a hand on
your shoulder affectionately. “I didn’t
know you had it in you.”
approached you with a gentle smile on his face.
You and the dwarves hadn’t been on this journey for very long, but you
had grown to care about them so much already.
Balin had become somewhat of a grandfatherly figure towards you.
appreciate you looking after us, child,” he told you.
be sure to have more caution in the future,” Thorin interjected. “It wouldn’t have done us any good to have
you eaten by the trolls.”
mind him!” Bofur told you, dismissing
Thorin’s solemn warnings with the wave of his hand. “He was just worried about you. We all were.”
- (signals his ship) Dukat, one to transport. Energize… (nothing happens) Energize!
- Dukat, if you are seeing this recording, it means you tried to abandon your post while the station’s self-destruct sequence was engaged. That will not be permitted.
- This is outrageous!
- You have lost control of Terok Nor, disgracing yourself and Cardassia. Your attempt to escape is no doubt a final act of cowardice. All fail-safes have been eliminated, your personal access codes have been rescinded. The destruct sequence can no longer be halted. All you can do now is contemplate the depth of your disgrace… and try to die like a Cardassian.
The single biggest trolling in Star Trek history. From the DS9 episode, Civil Defense.
The Kitlar are a race of trolls originating from well hidden crystalline caves deep underneath Iceland, where they make their home between lava vents and underground lakes. Due to the humidity in these caves, over time and generations, the first Kitlar began to grow hardened crystals on their backs, shoulders, and arms. Nowadays the crystals grow naturally from within the hide, instead of growing on top.
The Kitlar are a hot tempered, violent, and volatile race known best for their brutality in battle and their mastery of forging crystalline weapons. A mastery that few outside their kind have achieved… Scars, prosthetics, and damages to their thick horns are seen as signs of well fought battles, and adds to their fearsome appearance and reputation.
Buckles show the house insignia of the Kitlar clan/family. It indicates bloodline and family history in a simple and easy to read way.
Kitlar crystals are much harder than the naturally growing counterpart, and thus are much harder to break
Kitlar are excellent tunnelers, utilizing their ever famous spin attack to expand their homes and caves.
Kitlar pretty much solve everything with a fight, known as “locking horns”. Argument? Fight. Want that troll as a bond-mate? Fight.
Draal may only be half Kitlar but he’ll still kick your ass
(please excuse the long post my pals! If you have more questions about Kitlar, you can send me an ask here or ask Ypsa or Draal on their rp blogs here and here)
I’m not an OC person, but I have a lot of ideas for Trollhunters OCs, you know? It’s quite the conundrum. There’s so much room to explore in this universe, so many places to go with the mythology.
For one thing, a lot of underground is also underwater. Most caves are created by water moving, carving out stone over centuries. Aquifers, rivers, lakes, mirror pools, all deep underground, far from sunlight.
I want water trolls who live on islands in lakes far below the surface, who use boats and magic to help their less water faring kin navigate the rivers below the surface. I want sea caves carved deep into cliffsides, populated by trolls who wear barnacles and clinging limpets and shells in their hair. Trolls who walk the seabed and trawl shipwrecks and drown humans just by weighing them down.
Trolls who live in the deepest crevasses of the ocean, untouched by sunlight, who are more leviathan than golem.
Underground axolotl inspired mermaids, who live in pitch black rivers and swim in water laced thick with minerals, who grow crystals and eat pale fish that has never seen the sun.
Trolls that are softer than their stony kin, made for sleek swimming and the delicate twists and turns of their watery homes.
On that note, more directly mythology inspired troll variants. Huldre trolls with hollow backs and tails. More international variants. Troll villages around the world showing their own little local flair. Oni, yaksha, yumboes, those are just the ones I can think of that might slot nicely into the troll categorization.
Trolls from the poles, who hibernate through the months of endless sunshine and prowl unhindered in the long winter dark.
Deep cave trolls, crystallized by pressure and heat, slow and steady as the heartbeat of the earth.
Trolls with fossils embedded in them, ancient shells clinging to their skin, the bones of old prey worked into their very flesh.
Trolls who are blind in bright light, for what is the point if you’re not meant to see the sun? Their night vision is excellent however.