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Demon Slayer × Trollhunters

Oh hey look, protagonists that use sun based ability, still teenagers and have lost some friends of theirs ☺️😭

Anyway, if I were to write a crossover story of these series, I'd probably do it in the Kimetsu Academy and reincarnation AU. I'd have Tanjirou being the background character of sorts, where he gives advice to Trollhunters characters and is the wise and mysterious character that no one knows much.

(Tanjirou tries teaching Jim about Concentration Breathing but he's suck at teaching so there's a bit of troubles here and there 😔)

[ KNY Infinity Castle arc spoiler ]

Rereading the part where Kanao mocks and insults Douma and I finally understand that in a way, she's gloating.

Douma and Kanao were raised in an environment where neither had the luxury to express their true emotions. They needed to act in a certain way to survive. When they finally found a path that allowed them to be more of what they were, Kanao managed to shape herself according to her choice but Douma couldn't.

Even if Douma has gotten stronger, he would always be in that cult, always performing sweet smiles and playing the role of a savior. He stays in the way he was as a human. He's like a frozen statue, unchanging. His human self wanted a change, a spark of excitement in his dull life and he thought being a demon was the answer.

Kanao is everything that he's not. She finds the will to change while he doesn't. Douma has more power than ever, he could go find something else about himself but no, he let himself be rooted in the same spot.

" Why were you even born? " Kanao probably has asked the same thing about herself, and upon noting the slight similarity between her and Douma, she represented the same question for him too.

The brewing hatred in Kanao makes her express great pleasure in seeing that she succeeded in denying her past while Douma still lives in that bubble. Her words spit venom because she can relate to him. Can't feel happiness, can't feel sadness. While he can't, she couldn't.

The difference between them relies on their choices and she feels such immense delight in a moment of spite to know that what she chose has become her strength. She made the choice to change, even in slow progress, but she finds the will to live instead only to survive.

It's such a brilliant choice to have Kanao battles against Douma, from the fact that the people around them are connected to that their pasts are almost the same.

[ Demon Slayer × Trollhunters idea ] (2)

[ Sengoku era ]

" No, no, you don't understand! That girl is a demon! She's not my daughter! GIVE MY BABY BACK YOU DEMON -- !! "

Someone drapes a haori over Nomura, covering her view from the commotion. She doesn't know why she stands around like an idiot, she wasn't trained to be stilled when an enemy struck to hurt. But then again...even she needed a moment after almost being drowned to death by her 'mother'.

Leave it a mother's intuition to reveal the changeling's true nature...

Nomura supposes a day like this will come, for her the mother to seek the truth of her real daughter. It just didn't come to the young changeling's mind that the woman would do something as drastic as this; attempting to drown her while bombarding her with questions. If it wasn't for the passerby, maybe Nomura had to kill the woman in order to survive.

Her heart (whatever is left of it) aches. The mother didn't start out like this in the beginning, only to become suspicious after a few years raising the changeling like her own daughter. Attachment is a dangerous thing, her naivety and hope has led to this mess...

" Nomura, is it? "

The man that had given her his haori kneels down to her level. She manages to dart her eyes away from the screaming and struggling mother being carried away by other people. Reminding herself of her purpose, she gathers tears to spill, eyebrows already furrowed as she brings her hands to grasp tightly on her kimono, a mask of sorrow is about to be slid on --

Green eyes find maroon-red ones, and a sudden pressure makes the changeling freezes.

The human before her doesn't look too much out of the ordinary. He looks simple, humble even. His expression says nothing of his emotions, but Nomura notices the way his hand rests on the hilt of his sheathed sword by his hip. The earrings on his ears sway as he tilts his head a bit.

" What are you? " He doesn't beat around the bushes.

A spark of panic rises in her. Something is off with this human, and every danger senses of hers are screaming in terror.

" M-Mister...what are you talking about..? " Play innocent, play weak, play clueless --

" You're not a demon. " His voice draws on without a single tone of anything that reveals his emotions.

" Of c-course I am not, mister -- "

" Do you eat humans? "

The question almost has her stagger. No, she doesn't eat humans. Her other changeling comrades may find some pleasure in doing so, but she has never tasted a human's blood since she came out of the Darklands.

" No. "

Nomura curses herself, for allowing her voice cracks and revealing that she's not a pitiful looking child that she masked herself to be. She darts her eyes around, trying to find an opening for her escape. Fighting back is not option unless she wants more people to see her for what she is. She can scream, draw more attention for the others to come and separate her from this man --

" Is she safe? "

This one has her gaze snaps back to the man immediately.

" What? "

" The child you replaced, " his gaze never waver, " is she safe? "

For once, the truth is her saving grace. Nomura nods. " Yes. "

The man stares at her for a few more seconds before withdrawing away, his hand leaves his sword and he straightens up. Despite the clear space between them, this doesn't reassure the changeling the slightest.

Her human father comes to fetch Nomura, and she silently curses her guardian for being so late. The haori stays on as they take their leave, and she can feel the man's stare on her back like a sharp dagger.

Nomura doesn't dare to look back.

Sanekana pirate & merfolk au (masterlist)

[ Demon Slayer × Trollhunters idea ] (1)

[ Kimetsu Academy & reincarnation AU ]

Tanjirou doubles over, hand clasping over his lower face. He hears the man speak, but his voice sounds almost underwater-like. Muffled, too faint to be heard. The boy can't focus on what the man says. He barely registers the fallen documents containing the information of his internship in the facility.

He's too occupied with the stench coming from the man. The pungent, foul smell that has Tanjirou gagging, his knees buckling. He feels hands on his shoulders -- reflex surges through his muscles and he slaps the contact away.

Strickler stares, eyes wide and bewildered. Tanjirou shares the same look, although his resemble more of a cornered animal. Unsure and confused.

" You don't seem so well, Kamado boy. "

Tanjirou doesn't like how the nickname rolls off the man's tongue. It's supposed to be reserved for his teachers back in Japan. Not this one.

Not to this... creature, that has the scent of blood and horror warping around him.

" Let me contact your guardian. Take the day off. Maybe the difference of time between here and your country makes you feel sick. "

Tanjirou shakes his head, straightening his back and steadies his breathing. He just gets caught off guard. He needs to maintain composure.

Regardless of what he's facing right now. Whatever Strickler is, he doesn't smell like a human.

" Please excuse me, " Tanjirou feels his hand shaking, " I need a moment."

There is a lot he's feeling right now. The familiar feeling, that he had thought to be buried deep in himself along with the memories before he reincarnated, found its way back to the surface the first time he met Strickler.

The feeling of being in an unknown danger.

[ Trollhunter Guardian (Y/n) ]

Centuries ago

" Must you play with your hunt? " The scolding in your voice holds no pressure, only bits of annoyance as you stare at the deer corpse on your feet.

Angor glances at you over his shoulder, still having his hands in the river as the blood slowly leaves his stone skin through the streaming water. You kneel down, trailing over the body of the animal. It's easy to detect the signs of a struggling animal before it was slaughtered.

" You led this ran into a quicksand. " You mutter, glancing at the stain on the legs.

" That I did. "

" You could've killed it right away. " Because you know he's so stealthy and quick on his feet.

" That I didn't. "

Angor Rot huffs out a chuckle at the glare you give him. He straightens up, flicking the water off his now cleaned hands before turning around.

He lowers himself next to you. " This one is a beau, and a healthy one at that. I could not help myself. "

You have to agree with him. It's not everyday you get to see a thriving looking deer like this, with a glistening thick coat that you can whip up as gloves and tool straps. Not to mention the antlers...potion worth ingredients. You're not even specialized much in potion brewing but with an ingredient like this, the success rate is high.

A soft sigh escapes you. " We have a different view of how to have fun. "

" Contrast to what you may think, I am rather picky with how I play my game. " He settles a hand to your lower back. " The more curious I get, the longer it goes. "

A shudder runs through you at the way he brushes his thumb against your clothed spine.

" A quick finish is better, in my opinion." The words sound like a suggestion. It brings a smirk on his face.

" Where's the fun in that? "

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Modern era

" He's not going to kill you. At least, not right away. " You hum, stirring the spoon in your steaming mug of tea.

Jim looks rather horrified at your laid back response. " Why are you so calm about this? "

" I am not. I am actually terrified. "

" Wow, I can really tell. "

Your lips twitch upwards just slightly. You couldn't blame him for being a nervous wreck, not when the assassin just showed up at his school and had him fight a magic golem. The very magic method you taught the troll.

Sipping your drink, your eyes dart back to the anxious teenager staring at you for solution and comfort. You knew you could only provide one.

" You need to be calm when facing Angor Rot. A slip up can cost your life. " You put down your mug, the liquid in it moves slightly to the hidden shaking of your hand.

" I can hardly risk any slip ups with being the Trollhunter. " Jim grumbles. " So if you have any advice on how to take on this guy, that would be appreciated. "

You smile. " As your Guardian, I am here to help. You don't have to worry much about Angor Rot when I am here. You may as well be his target, but..."

You tilt your head, a dazed look in your eyes for a second. When you focus back on the boy, your smile widens.

" I am his favorite to hunt. "

Thinking about KNY x Trollhunters crossover and the comedically misunderstanding it can ensure;

" Oh! You know about them? (Talking about trolls) "

" If we're talking about creatures that perish under the sun, then yeah. (Talking about demons) "

" Huh, you're taking this fairly well about them. (Trolls) "

" Yeah, my ancestors have been fighting them so the stories get passed. (Demons) "

" Your ancestors fought the bad ones? Wow, they must've been warriors! (Gumm Gumm trolls) "

" They prefer the term slayers, and yes, the stories highlight that they are good ones. (Nezuko, Tamayo & Yushiro) "

" Huh, it would be nice if we could use some advice on how to defeat the bad ones. (Gumm Gumm trolls) "

" Why? They've perished a long time ago. (The Final Battle against Muzan) "

" They're still around? They're trying to escape from the other side you know? (Darklands) "

" What do you mean they're trying to escape from the afterlife? "

" You call the Darklands the afterlife? "

" Darklands?? "

" Yeah? Gunmar and the Gumm Gumm trolls were banished there centuries ago? "

A pause.

"...Trolls? You were talking about trolls? What are trolls??? "

Another pause.

" Wha -- of course I am talking about trolls! What did you think I was talking about?? "

" Demons?? Man eating creatures that can't be under the sun??? "

" That sounds a lot like the Gumm Gumm trolls. "

" I am literally talking about the demons -- the ones that have existed for centuries before they were defeated in the Taisho era??? "

A very, very long pause.

"... We're misunderstanding the whole thing, aren't we? "

"...It seems to be so. "

Kimetsu Academy sillies

It's so funny to me that to the people whose Tanjirou isn't able to befriend much, they somehow get closer to those dear to him.

Like with Sanemi and Nezuko, or Ume/Daki befriends Kanao (Gakuen).

He can't influence the Tanjirou's effect on them so he passes it to his sister and gf.

Poison Duo ‼️

• Shinobu probably once asked "hey do you want drugs " and Gyutarou be like " HUH "

• Sometimes Gyutaro drags Shinobu to the mall for advice on what to buy things for Ume

• " damn gurl look at your skinny arm " " LOOK AT YOUR SKINNY ASS FIRST "

Back again with other fan arts for Severing Hell's Leash by @lavenoon 🤭

Starting with the scene of Barbara peppery spraying everyone, because this is literally a fav scene of mine even in canon where she did it with Draal and Jim (rip my boys eyes lol)

Next is the scene of Jim and Angor Rot in the backyard talking (aka the start of their friendship please please please)

Chat, what are you going to do if a kid resembles a lot of your friend that you killed 😔

Didn't know I need Deya and Angor Rot's friendship that ends with angst UGH UGH SUDGAVSSJSB thank you Lavenoon 😊

Jim is about to add another redeemed antagonist into his family tree. Strickler is his step dad, Nomura is the wine aunt, Angor Rot...is the weird uncle nobody talks about and has an insane lore.

Also I just noticed about Angor Rot's design, specifically the colour. I don't know if it's coincidental or not but I LOVE LOVE how they chose to make his eyes turn white when he lost his soul. I thought they'd turn duller color of yellow but nope!

It's really interesting for me because the white colour is a colour that reflects back all the visible wavelengths of light, contrast to the colour of black that absorbs all. So, in a way, the white colour rejects any light. It holds nothing at all.

And you know what the usual saying about eyes?

Eyes are the window to your soul.

When his eyes turn white, it means there's nothing there. No soul. Empty.

Also Lavenoon, I love the GIF you made! Yeah give that skinny skeleton looking something fuzzy and warm! I wanted to draw Angor in a sweater but!! Maybe later 😀

Gyutaro and Daki/Ume are so " I regret nothing but you " & " I regret everything but you " trope.

Rewatching season 2 and I took note on how Gyutaro is so sure that in any lifetime that he'll be in, he'll choose the path of taking because he believes himself to be filthy and bad to the core, that it doesn't matter how many times it happens, that will always be his choice.

Tearing my hair out of how he only chooses love when it comes to Daki/Ume. He chose to be vulnerable only to her, his little sister. He lets her see how ugly he and the world is, but he wouldn't allow the ugliness to drown her happiness like it did with his. He was never given care since he was born, and he refused to have his sister being treated the same.

Daki/Ume becoming what and who she is because of him... he's her whole world. Her brother, her parental figure. At some point she probably figured out how her beauty could have had her having a better life on her own, but she chose to stay with him regardless of what happened. Just as Gyutaro chose to love her, Daki/Ume chose him as well.

I am sitting now in my tent, surrounded by strong winds that make me feel as if the tent will fly away at any moment. The fabrics dance violently, the sound of the wind fills the place and it is not winter yet and we are in the tents!

Please save my family...

https://gofund.me/19e0f69f

Everyone may have their own likes and dislikes, but I am coming in full swing to those who hate Kanae or Koyuki.

I don't trust those who say Kanae is a bad sister and likes Sanemi -- my human friend, in WHAT mentality do you have to label a character that has been portrayed to be a wonderful and inspiring older sibling as a bad figure?? Crazy how you're going to 'headcanon' her as a bad sister when Shinobu and Kanao have always thought fondly of her.

Koyuki's hate is so unwarranted like??? Just because she's in the way of your Akaza ship with another character?? She literally did nothing wrong 😭 what are you on about.

It's insane that if Kanae and Koyuki are men, they wouldn't be much hated. Stop hating kind and gentle girls for no reason ‼️

Severing Hell's Leash by @lavenoon is so SO good guys 🥹 a what-if where Jim returns Angor Rot's ring. A redemption arc for Angor and I just LOVE IT SO MUCH 😭😭💕💕

Here are some art I make from the fic. There's more but I'll post them later :D

The one above is when Jim returns Angor Rot's ring soul back, but only with a few conditions (and they're plotting against Strickler mwahahahah)

This one below is a scene in Jim's house basement. Strickler and Draal are in the living room while Jim confronts Angor about something.

Ugh UGH antagonist seeing the hope in the young hero's eyes for him dimming (but it feels so easier for him to think that the hope is gone because how can he measure up to what the naive boy expects from him?)

[ Trollhunter Guardian (Y/n) ]

After a few centuries of keeping your past in low profile, Draal was the first one to discover your history with Angor Rot.

It was on you, the conclusion that your mind had set. For you to feel a longing, nostalgic feeling at seeing the rain and muttered out his name with a breath that one would never mistake to be any different than fondness. It was one of those bad days, that came out of nowhere. Bottled up with all those pain, was it selfish of you to reminisce the past just for a moment?

You didn't notice the young troll's presence, too preoccupied with talking to yourself about your former lover. Draal only heard the assassin's name and the way you spoke of him, and he was instantly enraged.

Bewildered, he asked for an explanation. Startled, you tried your best to simply your history.

" How could you still love him? After the sins he had committed? " A snarl left his mouth, and you bristled at the audacity of betrayal in his gaze on you.

It was one of those bad days. A day that you couldn't help but to long for what you had, and rage at what you have.

" Are we any different? " Your breath came out heavy.

Draal went stunned for a second before snarling, gritting his teeth.

" Do not speak of that impure ! She is nothing to me! "

" You don't get to spit lies and chides me for what we can relate to. " You hissed back. " How am I sinning here, to long for what I had lost? Am I betraying the Trollhunter? Am I leading Angor Rot here to slay Merlin's champion? I'll have this moment of selfishness, thank you very much, Draal. "

He didn't get to reply, not when you marched away from him. Your eyes stung, but nothing leaked out. It had been far too long since you shed any tears.

You only met Draal's eyes again when he came to you with a humble gaze, a few days later. He confessed that he had bothered you, and that he would try to be more understanding.

Neither brought up the topic much after that, except only during one of those days.

I did some rough sketches from suggestions for your weapons, and this one is from the whip idea by @wildchild23 and @fayethefairyqueen (which I actually love as well cause I love whip weapon)

I kinda forgot to colour the whip with your magic colour but imagine it's a type of whip like weapon made of your energy magic.

Also a bit of a draft idea where you were the one who took one of Gunmar's eyes;

(this is set centuries ago and you're helping Angor Rot fight Gunmar while trying to evacuate the other trolls to safety.)

[ Trollhunter Guardian (Y/n) ]

Hey do you guys want a mask. These are only idea designs. Also, what kind of weapon you guys want to wield?

[ Trollhunter Guardian (Y/n) ]

Centuries ago

(interpret this however you want (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠))

A few notes of you living with Angor Rot:

TW: slight suggestive

You first didn't stay directly in his living space, being given a small spot on your own when you were allowed to live with the trolls.

But you often go over to his place and one sleepover after late night talk leads to numerous visits that often have some belongings of yours in his place.

The other trolls talked amongst them of how close you and Angor Rot were.

You helped them a lot with your magic and pretty much got along with most of the residents so they had no problem with you.

So when everyone finally found out about your relationship with Angor Rot, they were mostly baffled by the idea of their warrior being in a relationship.

Angor Rot didn't always stay in his quarter, often going around to patrol and help any trolls in need.

But ever since you came, he found himself coming 'home' more than often.

His living space now had some soft texture objects like mattress and curtains because of your influence

It also smells like herbs and you. He liked that a lot more than he thought he would.

So. Did the two of you ever sleep together?

More than laying on each other's side?

Yeah, but that stage took around a year and a half after you two were official.

It had been in your mind for sometime, mostly in a curiosity of how compatible your bodies might work despite the differences

Then it just happened one early morning.

You and Angor Rot came back from some hunting together, drenching from the sudden heavy pouring rain.

Clothes sticking to your skin, you had trouble getting off your gears and he offered to help.

Close proximity contact + shown body curves + had been thinking about it.

And that happened.

There was a lot of discovery happening.

[ Trollhunter Guardian (Y/n) ]

Jim: So aside from protecting and guiding me, what else do you do?

You: I also do the cleanup.

Jim: ...The cleanup?

You: Yeah, you know, clean up the mess.

Jim: Like -- if we accidentally broke the fire hydrant when fighting goblins? You're going to do some magic spell to make it like the hydrant never got damaged?

You: Something like that, yeah.

Jim: *Jokingly* You're going to clean up the bodies too?

You:

Jim:

Jim: Oh.

Nezuko is definitely Sanemi's favorite student. He probably let her join in extra classes among the high schoolers.

" I want to be as kind as Tanjirou -- " nah I want to be as ADAPTABLE as him.

My guy adapts to a situation so quickly like wdym he made up a plan in the midst of panic and horror. He threw an axe at Giyuu. He covered the wisteria poison scent from Gyutarou and then stabbed him. He cut off Urogi's feet from a hunch that the clone's power wouldn't work on the same cells.

Tanjirou is so resourceful, he observes his surroundings and situation and accustomed himself to it. In another world, he might never pick up a sword but he sure is very sharp and intelligent.

One second he's all happy and smiley and the kindest boy ever and then the next second he's throwing hands and it lands accurately.

When Jim or Angor Rot are referred to as Merlin's or Morgana's champions, I feel like that's another way to call trophies.

[ Trollhunter Guardian (Y/n) ]

Centuries ago

" There's a saying somewhere, to be careful when making deals with witches. " Angor Rot twirled the blade in his hands, sheathing them with a swift motion. " Lest one's fate be doomed. "

You raised your eyebrows but said nothing. The bodies of fallen knights around the two of you went ignored.

Angor continued. " You need something. " His firm, but not unkind tone indicated he was doing his role as the warrior of his village trolls, a protector he was.

His eyes trailed over to the mountain of sacks slumping over the roots of a tree behind you, the mixed scent of animal blood and greens could be detected easily with his enhanced scent. You shifted on your spot, tightening your grip on your magical staff.

" I bring animal coats that can be used for clothing material. " You offered, voice low. " Various herbs that can work on trolls too. You may find usefulness in my magical ability as well. "

Angor Rot turned his eyes back on you. Half a year since he last saw you, but the sharp and yet gentle gaze in your eyes still stirred something in him. He couldn't remember if he had ever seen you falter. Not now, even if you were just surrounded by men brandishing their weapons on you. You didn't falter at the slightest as you pierced their hearts with beams of magic, rendering them to a pile of corpses to be taken by the forest sooner or later.

He didn't need to ask what happened; not when the rims of your clothing were smeared with pinches of black, dusty ashes, and the loosely bandaged hands of yours that had charcoal like smell. Not when he recognized the kingdom symbols on the knights' armours, worn so proudly as they rode down to villages in search of their targets.

Certainly not when he knew of the fate that had befallen witches and magic involved creatures alike nowadays.

He walked over to you. " I'll put in good words for you with the elders. Lucky you, I have a room to spare. "

His steps paused at seeing the wave of relief washing over you so clearly. You exhaled a large breath, your knee buckling slightly and you ducked down your head.

" I didn't know where to go. I apologize for the trouble -- "

" Don't, " he said, kneeling down, " apologize for surviving. You did well. "

Angor Rot wouldn't mind if you cried, but the smile appearing on your face as you looked up at him rose a single thought that flickered in him even if it was just for a second; that he would do anything for you.

[ Trollhunter Guardian (Y/n) ]

Centuries ago

You requested some fighting lessons from Angor Rot since you lack the skill of physical combat.

Have some doodles of you two together

Eww happy couple *slaps trauma and angst*

Hc that Tanjirou knows how to clean and bury the dead since he helped when it was his grandma and dad. But since this time there are too many bodies to bury, he asks for help from old man Saburo.

[ Trollhunters Guardian (Y/n) ]

Silly doodles (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

This one has actually been done a long time ago so there's a bit of a difference in the style since I add more panels. TW for slight blood and vomit

[Masterlist]

Canon x reader characters I've made so far

Hotaru Haganezuka x Reader: Friends to lovers

Sanji x Witch! Reader: Childhood friends to lovers

Angor Rot x Witch Guardian! Reader: Lovers to enemies

[ Trollhunters Guardian (Y/n) ]

Some designs of your clothing. Might change it or may not, depends.

You became a Guardian after about a year after Deya became a Trollhunter. Despite being a human, you have more experiences and skills, thus helping Deya in becoming stronger.

You were separated from Angor Rot after being a Guardian, and only met him three years later.

In this AU, Angor Rot's first Trollhunter kill is Deya.

(He's more in shock at seeing you cry. He's never seen you cry. He wondered how much Deya meant for your tears to spill out.)

(You were crying for Angor. For what he had become.)