Awww ty! I might have some more mermaid stuff for Mermay :)

aww thank you !! Here’s a doodle just for you : )

Trolls One- Since trolls in this universe are Pixies and Fae, I imagine they all live in a forest or a miniscule part of it that has similarities to the movie, Epic. They hid from a bunch of depressed ogres called Bergen. And the events that happen in the AU are pretty similar to that of the movie. Except I think cloud guy is some kind of trickster being.

Trolls World Tour- In this version of the film, pixies discover that they are not alone in the world; there are other creatures beyond the forest. There are tight-knit communities of Goblins, Centaurs, Mermaids, Silenos, and tons more!

They all used to live in harmony until the original Pixie tribe tried taking control of everyone's way of life, subjagating them under Pixie rule. This caused everyone to say "ENOUGH!" and go their separate ways.

Now, Barb, the Goblin Queen is seeking to do the same, and turn everyone into goblins. But promising to be "better than the Pixie were" at ruling over subjects, and will treat everyone as an equal rather than lesser. Though, what she fails to see is that forcing people to be the same is not "equality", it is assimilation.

The Fae Speak:

Maybe something more on the old story lines of tale of person or persons who accidentally wander out into the woods one day, and find themselves lost, and disoriented, and how the trees and leaves seems to be alive around them, yet they can’t tell for sure because they can’t see anything but what their human eyes limit them to. How maybe one person is a punk who litters the ground or decides to defile a Tree or sacred Faery Ground, to then have Nature take their revenge slowly, spinning this tale into a mild horror film, only for the Fae at the end, a gnarly half tree spirited Fae, save the one innocent person at the end, by offering his a hand to save his life, while leaving all the other people dead.

A film that ends in not a black or white way, makes you think, and respecting the hell out of Nature and Fae.

Lance steps out of his shower gingerly, habit making him tense up in anticipation of pain despite the healing pod sweeping away all evidence of his time at the druids’ hands.

Well, not all evidence.

A heavy curtain of fog covers the mirror from the heat of his shower. Too much time spent under the spray trying to scrub away the feel of Galra instruments, needles in his skin, druid claws…  Lance shivers. Even through the layer of mist, he can pick out two dots of blue light in his smothered reflection.

Lance wraps a towel around his waist shakily, the fluffy material clenched between trembling fingers. This is better, better than the horrifying blackness. The not-knowing, the un-seeing. The team did the best they could replacing what the druids stole. He should be grateful.

Steeling himself, Lance swipes a palm across the mirror to clear away the fog over his reflection’s face. The sharp glow still takes him by surprise. He wonders if he’ll ever get used to the digital neon staring out from his otherwise familiar face. Will he eventually forget what his reflection used to look like back on Earth? He certainly doesn’t have any pictures from home to compare…

The homesickness is familiar in a way his reflection no longer is. He has no photos of home, of his family. All Lance has are memories, and one in particular floats to mind as he stares into his artificial optics. His abuela smiling up at him as his father digs around for the camera after dinner.