Nightshade But They Sound Like An Owl Instead Of A Basic Hawk

This is for @mxbenz from an anonymous Santa! :) They included a little message too!

"For @mxbenz" "Happy Holidays! I hope you don't mind, but I really wanted to challenge myself with this one. May this new year be kind to you!"

Compilation I made of some of my favorite TFA clips

Long distance besties. This definitely happened after the third movie (source: trust me bro)

Based on this

Douxie and archie after they get high on weed and catnip, respectively.

Douxie coming to Arcadia for the first time:

Tell us about Jet Sammmm he got fun design

IT IS TIME

Jet Sam has been a journey and more, him and the lore and stories I’ve been building and exploring wouldn’t have been possible without @justayoungling , truely they’ve probably cultivated my skill more than I could do on my own so let’s get into exploring the journey Sam has been on,

So the first frame for jet!Sam was created for the ugly duckling au, exploring the isolation and alienation from both humanity and cybertronians

He’s delicate, feels to flimsy and not very fit for his frame. Clumsy and prone to denting he often felt like something was always trying to break out, power that didn’t have the room it needed but had no words or the experience to know what to do with it or explain it. The autobots on the site with him somewhat knew his history of human to metal, destructor of the allspark. Not liking the human name “Sam” Sunstreaker and Sideswipe give him the new name “Prisam” a play on prism, a comment on how his wings would fracture the light like a prism.

Then I started talking with @justayoungling and they introduced their boyo atlas!

And so it started a spin off au where Windblade introduced them and Atlas saw Sam as a reflection of him, a young lost bot who seemed to have fate on his shoulders. Atlas having traces to ancient relics like the matrix, primes and the allspark, something we explored heavier later down. Atlas having small future visions and feeling that being with Sam is where he needed to be. So despite Sam’s reluctance they became fast friends.

Atlas having not known Sam as a human, Sam didn’t come across freaky-alien weird to Atlas, just another weird bot, but it’s okay because Atlas can be weird with him too, being a huge help to getting Sam comfortable flying

Together he and Sam forge a strong brotherhood, not many more jets flying around and they both need more socialising, flying frames enjoying flying with trines or in formation with each other a good thing for them. Finding themselves and their own path beside just following the next command from Prime.

Sam regardless of body, was made by Primes, something deep in his spark no matter of self dissonance he would always try to do the Prime thing. Something that came to head, a autobot spacecraft crashing down, it would have impacted and destroyed a large area and possibly kill the bots inside. Sam, Atlas and Windblade being the only flying autobots there was very little anyone else could do. So Sam chose to throw himself onto the craft, the heat and pressure of a crashing ship weilding himself to the ship trying to change its direction into the ocean. As the ship impacted the ocean the crushing force, the shock of heat to ice chilling water…

It worked. And only cost one bot.

But being a Prime, you never really stay dead, and Optimus trying to mourn and maybe give Sam some honor and peace in “death” he sent the some of the dust from the matrix into the ocean Sam lay at the bottom of.

Awakening and reformatting him into his second frame. And so rose from the ocean

Prismatic Prime

Who’s definitely gone through his own journey of designing! When he came from the ocean, there was only so much material to reformat with, considering how much it took to originally make his first frame. His wing panels so destroyed he had broken remnants of flight gears and not all completely functional. But Ratchet is nothing but a miracle mech and some serious dubious and unstudied medical work, they were able to graft the parts given to Optimus by jetfire to Sam.

Leaving him with the Cybertron equivalent of nerve damage to his wings, little feeling and he doesn’t carry them or emote with them like many expected behaviours of jets.

A Frankenstein of a mech if any medic got a good look under his plating

So I wanted to capture the essence of jetfire, in Sam, choosing the nighthawk (right) to carry on the blackbird (left)

Which was very technical and I’ve seriously grown my mech building skills from

the first concepts

First very similar to jetfires silhouette.

-large

-spooky

to the middle unrefined but clear image

I loved the idea of his Prime form being a contrast to Optimus and Rodimus, a jet, something more Unicron inspired like a warning, not to forget the evil that may come for anyone, Megatronus comments about how evil humanity felt manifesting for Sam to then use to invoke good with, preservance, determination an unrelenting and powerful spirit.

Colouring is not my strong suit. It’s ment to be like a burned and singed body compared to his te

to the refined stage!

I am very happy with his look, I made the wings easier to draw and more easier to read and relate to the nighthawk, and his COLOUR! So much more cohesive! He’s like a black cat of night! His pede talons are retractable but unlike others his servo claws aren’t. Traces of so many bots that made him who he is now, he is a walking history lesson in a language only few can only ever understand half of.

AND OF COURSE HE GLOWS! My little ancient artifact magnet can’t escape the marks of the allspark and primes before him. He’s ment to envoke the ocean, bioluminescence algae. Atlas swears that you can see the faint moving lines and marks on Sam when their not glowing, never gone completely

But truely Sam will never be a finished design, always gonna be trying new things and different things and be inconsistent but I’m really happy with his look now. Something that undeniably is threatening, a hunter, something that stalks the skys and shadows but forever has a warm look in his optics. He may always be mourning who he was, what was lost, but he’s resigned and accepted his now in for a very long game. And might as well take advantage of being “Primely” and force other bots to think he knows what he’s talking about

Maybe I can convey all I want to share and explore with him you all next year! One way to find out, or @justayoungling will be the continuing gatekeeper of all my ramblings and loose ends, can’t praise them enough how enjoyable it’s been with them!

And all the kiddos their sitting on…maybe we should get around to making more post able things to share the fun!

All rights go to @undeadchestnut as this fic is completely based off her comics for Trollhunter!Strickler. Thank you!

Part 1

"By the name of the Pale Lady, why?!"

Walter Strickler wanted to throw the Amulet in his palm as far as he possibly could. Unfortunately, he'd already gained a bruised head from trying and failing, having forgotten the cursed thing chose him and was thus bound to him until his death. Instead, he shoved it in his coat pocket and plopped down on his sofa, burying his face in his hands with a groan.

"Of all the unfortunate, ill-fated, detrimental, ludicrous events that could have occurred... it had to choose me...?"

Walter sighed, softly as he drove home from work, hands carefully placed on the wheel of his vehicle as he drove toward the bridge.

"Waltolomew... Stricklander..."

The disembodied voice speaking his true name made him freeze, his car squealing as he slammed on the breaks. Another vehicle barely missed him as they swerved, honking at him and surely yelling unpleasant things, but Walter wasn't paying any attention. His eyes were on the canal where a pile of rocks sat almost out of sight below. As if in a trance, Strickler put his car in reverse and backed up off the bridge, pulling into the grass instead before he practically tossed off his seatbelt and shoved open his door. It slammed closed behind him as he jogged to the edge of the canal and crouched slightly as he slid down the slope. Once at the bottom, he stood, not missing a step as he moved toward the pile of rock which now had what seemed to be a glowing blue aura around it. He paused as he approached it and knelt down, hand reaching toward the source of the light.

"Waltolomew... Stricklander..."

It spoke again and that should have unnerved him yet it somehow only pushed him forward as he dug through the stones and picked up the Amulet lying there. He stared at it for a long moment before his eyes widened and he yelped, throwing it across the canal and turning on his heel, scrambling back up the slope only to be stuck in the back of the head as the object came flying back, knocking him unconscious.

He had woken up a few minutes later to the blasted thing glowing in his face and driven home, cursing, profusely. Just then, the distressed man's mobile device buzzed and he sighed, lifting his head as he picked up his phone from the coffee table, flipping it open and gazing at the screen.

Nomura - 5:43 PM

Where are you? Bular is waiting.

You - 5:43 PM

Tell him I'm not coming. I'm very busy.

Nomura - 5:44 PM

Did you find it?

You - 5:47 PM

No.

Strickler dropped his phone on the table again and practically whined, lying back on the couch with an arm over his face.

"What am I going to do...?"

"Well, Master Strickler," a voice replied, cheerfully making Walter yelp, jumping off the couch as he gaze snapped to a troll with four arms and six eyes approaching him.

"You could begin with learning a bit of history, culture, perhaps even ethnics for troll kind!"

Walter found himself backing against the far wall, eyes wide as his heart rate increased rapidly, breath coming in quick, silent gasps. As if in reaction to his panic, the Amulet in his coat began to glow, floating out of his pocket to levitate in front of him instead. Then it grew brighter, thrusting itself onto his chest making the room flood with light and he minutely floated of the ground. Then the armor levitating around him converged and he dropped, standing comically in an oversized armored suit before it swiftly adapted to his physiology and shrunk. He blinked, stalling for a moment and looked around to find no signs of the troll from a few moments ago. He exhaled, softly and turned to go to his kitchen only to come face-to-face with the six-eyed being which grinned at him, excitedly.

"You already activated the armor! Splendid!"

Walter cried out and fell backward, scrambling back away from the troll.

"Master Strickler, I can assure you, You are perfectly sa- SAFE! YOU ARE PERFECTLY SAFE, WE ARE NOT HERE TO HARM YOU!!" the troll yelped, scrambling out of the way when the Sword of Daylight was thrown toward him, lodging itself in the wall where he'd just been. The six-eyed troll hid behind the couch, peeking his head over the top as two of his hands gripped the back of the sofa.

"I apologize if we caused you any distress with our presence, Master Strickler, but... I assure you, we are not enemies."

Walter stared at him, eyeing him, cautiously as he lifted his hand toward the sword, almost habitually, and the troll watched in awe as the blade disappeared from it's place in the wall and appeared in Strickler's hand before the poor, confused individual sheathed the sword and his armor disappeared. The troll seemed to repress his excitement this time as he stood, slowly, grinning.

"Impeccable... and you've learned so quickly..."

Walter inhaled, slowly and eyed the troll before he blanched, "Wait... 'we'...?"

"Me and my compatriot here," the troll answered, two have on his overall straps, one on his hip and the last extended toward Strickler's kitchen where a giant and all-too-familiar Krubera emerged, the frame of the doorway crumbling as he tried to get himself inside the living room. Walter felt the color drain the rest of the way from his face as he stared at Aarghaumont, Gunmar's former general turned traitor. He was tempted to grab the nearest sharp object but refrained as the small of the two trolls approached him albeit more cautiously than before.

"I am called Blinky and this is AAARRRGGHH!. We are here because the Amulet called us to you-"

"Spying," the Krubera cut in, correcting the smaller of the two who sighed and nodded, "Yes, we were spying on you... but I am certainly pleased to see that the Amulet's next choice seems to bear natural talent!"

Then Blinky began to circle Strickler, rubbing his chin, curiously, "The Amulet chose... a human Trollhunter? Most unusual..."

Strickler found himself smiling rather, awkwardly as he gripped the Amulet tightly in his hands, "Yeees, a 'human' Trollhunter... most unusual indeed..." he murmured, keeping his eyes on the door in case he needed to make a break for it. AAARRRGGHH! finally managed to get into the living room, albeit by breaking Strickler's doorframe and sat down next to Blinky.

"Well, nonetheless, I am pleased you are displaying some level of skill already, Master Strickler!" the smaller troll grinned, cheerfully.

"Listen... uhm... Blinky, was it? Is that a full name?" Walter inquired, moving, slowly toward the door.

"Actually, my full name is Blinkous Galadrigal," the troll admitted, sounding mildly irritated if only for a split moment.

"Right, well, uhm... This certainly must be some sort of mistake. The Amulet could not possibly have chosen me. It has never once chosen anyone other than a full blooded troll..."

"Well, yes, that is correct, but the Amulet does not make mistakes, Master Strickler," Blinkous insisted as AAARRRGGHH! sniffed the air in Walter's general direction. The Krubera then stood up and walked to him making Strickler yelp as he fell against the door, sure he was going to be devoured as he closed his eyes and held up his hands. However, only more sniffing followed and he opened his eyes again, watching the troll smell him, looking confused. Then he shook his head, backing away, "Human smell strange. Smell not human."

Blinkous frowned as Strickler chuckled, nervously, hand fumbling for the door knob.

"Now, AAARRRGGHH!, we mustn't-..." the smaller troll paused then and turned, slowly to Walter, "... How did you know the Amulet had never chosen anyone who was not a full troll...?"

"W-Well, the way you said it, it sounded like it had never chosen a human so..." Walter replied, slowly, beads of sweat dropping down his face as he finally found the door knob and turned it. Blinkous' eyes narrowed and he moved forward, pressing a hand against the door to keep it shut as he eyed Strickler. Before Walter could really process it, Blinkous had whipped out a gaggletack and thrust it against Strickler's chest, shoving him against the wall as green light engulfed him, his original form revealed. For a moment, all was still as the shock left sparks flying before Walter scowled, snarling as he grabbed a candelabra off the headboard and swung it at the troll's face. Blinkous managed to fall backward, narrowly avoiding a strike to the eyes and released the changeling. Walter summoned his armor and took off toward the kitchen. However, Aarghaumont seemed to have other ideas as he blocked the way and Strickler found himself trapped like a rat. That didn't help his emotions stay in check. Blinkous got up and approached, glaring at Walter.

"A changeling! I should have known with the fall of Kanjigar, you impures would show yourselves!"

Something about how he said 'impures' irritated Strickler considerably, "Excuse me, but the two of you broke into my home! You have no right to be cornering me whether I'm changeling, troll, or human!"

Blinkous seemed to remember why he and AAARRRGGHH! had come as he then backed away and sighed.

"How can the Amulet have chosen a changeling...? This makes no sense..."

"You think I wanted this forecursed thing to call for me? Do you have any idea how many people are going to be after my head now? It was bad enough with Bular threatening to eat me now I have to deal with a beady-eyed troll threatening me with his giant Kruberan pet!" Strickler snapped and AAARRRGGHH! growled, "Not pet."

"AAARRRGGHH! is indeed not a pet, Strickler. He is my compatriot and my friend. Have some decorum."

"Dee-coo-bum?" Aarghaumont inquired and Blinkous answered, "It means keeping good taste and propriety."

"Listen!" Strickler cut in before that conversation to go further, subconsciously noting how Blinkous excluded 'Master' from his name now, "I don't know why this thing chose me, but I'd like some time to process all this before you bombard me with your pompous 'save the world' speech I'm sure you had planned! So, get out of my house!"

After a long moment of silence, Blinkous composed himself and sighed, "Come, my friend. We will return tomorrow night," he said, glaring pointedly at the changeling before the two squeezed back outside into the darkness of the growing night. Strickler stood there as his armor dissipated for a long while before he groaned and lived the candelabra across the room, nailing the painting on the wall and shattering the candle holder.

"Why me?!"

I love that she told him back in season 3 of Trollhunters that no kisses because they we're practice fighting, yet here in Wizards she kisses him in the middle of battle.

Also just look at his face! He's too cute.

Some 1-2 pages Erasermight short comics

had an idea while watching the series, of how it would be interesting if bolder class dragons were like a potential predator to trolls, since well, the diet is rock and yknow eohfherou so trolls would tend to stay away from those types of dragons back in the day

this isnt meatlug btw just a random gronkle fee