#I’m in the mood for trolling and hate

[hiddenworldofmary]

i missed a trolling opportunity just now and blocked and reported as spam a blog who liked my post and claimed to be a daddy sending money left and right and messaged me “Hey beautiful 🤩 “ when i could have said that i’m a little boy or replied in a language other than english

[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ YN TROLLING CHAEWON FOR FIVE MINUTES 876k views

↳warnings richgirl!yn, chaewon trying to not lunge at yn, posting this to lighten the mood before it gets serious ( the last clip most definitely does not lighten the mood sorry…)

➩ CLIP #1 PLAYING… 📼

chaewon shifted uncomfortably in the hot room as she adjusted the strap of her tank top, she tried her best to focus on the live but the humidity of the room was getting unbearable and it was getting her irritated.

to be honest she couldn’t blame her being irritated completely on the heat of the room, the human bank account that sat beside her was also a big reason to her being irritated.

chaewon doesn’t understand why their managers thought it was a good idea to put them together for a live, it was like they didn’t even care about her feelings.

“it’s so hot,” she said to herself but loud enough for the girl who was sat beside her to hear who turned to chaewon and flashed the older girl a teasing smile.

“did you say yn is so hot?” yn asked before laughing at chaewon shocked face, she hated yn’s laugh it sounded like every rich person laugh, it her want to scratch her ears off.

“NO-” she tries to defend herself but it’s cut off my yn.

“thanks for compliment, but I don’t have any money to give you right now.” she says playfully hitting chaewon’s shoulder, while the comments laugh.

“you’re crazy.”

➩ CLIP #2 PLAYING… 📼

yn and yizhuo laughed uncontrollably as they sat on the floor together comfortably while talking to to ning’s live on instagram.

fans were completely convinced that they were on something with the way they’ve been acting to chaotically the whole live and what yn did next completely proved their point.

“I’m gonna call zuha.” yn says to live as yizhuo rested her head on yn’s shoulder.

but unluckily instead of kazuha, yn accidentally taps on chaewon’s name instead.

the call was answered was answered on the first ring and both ning and yn flinched at the sound of the persons voice.

“what do you want.” it sounded more like a demand more than a question, the chat laughs immediately realizing who it was on the call, their always up for a banter between yn and chaewon.

“zuha?” yn says confused looking at ning who looks back at her just as confused, while the chat is now seriously concerned on if their heads are in the right places, “you sound so different.”

there’s silence and the sound of static fills the live before chaewon decides to talk again, “yn are you being serious?”

“woah zuha you sound like chaewon.” yn says in amazement before looking at ning who nods her head rapidly, “tell her she needs to get into voice acting.” she adds.

“ning said you should get into voice acting,” yn giggled out, “she’s so right, you should.”

there’s another staticky silence before the sound of the disconnect tone fills the room.

➩ CLIP #3 PLAYING… 📼

yn stood between kazuha and chaewon as she adjusted her school like uniform making sure the pin of her family’s crest of her uniform jacket was upright, it made her stand out the most out of the girls.

she was too distracted that she didn’t even take in the men talking to her until chaewon harshly nudged her, she snapped her head up immediately, “huh?”

she scrunched her face up slightly when all the men in the room that sat at desks also wearing school uniforms laughed, “she really is a rich girl, they’re always air heads!” one says making everyone in the room laugh including the girls except for kazuha who jokingly pooked yns side.

“we were talking about school and we wanted to ask how your school experience was, but your head was in the clouds.” one of them says after everyone calms down form their laughs at the joke that yn didn’t find that funny.

“ohhhh.” she says staring at them, making them all laugh again, “what?”

“so how was your school experience!” one asks laughing, “we really have to spell things out for her huh, did you go to school?” he jokes making everyone in the room laugh again.

kazuha looks at yn who side eyes chaewon who’s laughing a bit too hard along with the rest of the girls, “yn went to the biggest private school in korea.” she cuts in making all the men in the rooom ahhhhhh and reallyyyyyy.

yn nods her head and smiles, “yeah I really enjoyed my time there.”

“did you take the school bus.”

“school bus?” she asks giving them a confused look causing everyone to laugh again, “my driver dropped me off if that counts.”

“so you’ve never been on a school bus.” chaewon cuts in making the men laugh again, and yn is starting to think that’s the only think they can do, “you had a personal driver?”

“you didn’t?”

“no.”

“oh. that sucks.”

the room was now filled with laughter at yns words

chaewon narrowed her eyes at yn’s cat like ones, “she has very slick mouth huh?” she says turning back to the interviewers, “don’t know what to do with her.”

[zarla-s]

I just read your TF2 bot post and I’m fascinated. It has left me with a few questions though. Why/how were bots a problem for so long? What was the main incentive for botting (is it botting or boting??) Was it just to be an asshole? What’s your favorite baked good? Have a lovely day and don’t worry about answering my questions if you’re not in the mood :]

The bots were a problem for so long because Valve just didn't care, sorry to say. They just let it happen. I'm not sure when they started coming in in force, maybe after the Jungle Inferno update like six years ago? But they just kept pouring in and Valve just ignored it. It's really shameful how bad they let it get, honestly. They just kept putting out community updates like nothing was wrong.

Eventually after a lot of community pressure a year ago (#savetf2) they tweeted saying they were aware of the problem and then nothing happened. Then there was ANOTHER community movement this June (#fixtf2), and THEN at the end of June they ACTUALLY did something, which is why everyone was so shocked and skeptical at the time. Like the bots got so bad, it's hard to get across just how bad it got if you weren't playing at the time. It was bad. To suddenly go from that to totally bot-free was unbelievable. Frankly I'm still shocked they're gone! No one knows why Valve's acting now or how they're doing it (personally, I think they must have been working on these anti-bot measures for a while... maybe even since their initial tweet, but no one knows), but I hope they keep it up. I can finally teach people how to play in peace!

As for why they'd do this, yeah, it's just to be jerks. They just want to make people miserable. They have websites on Neocities you can find under the tf2 tag (I was looking through it for sites to link to my tf2 site) and they state themselves that they just like making people mad. I don't think they actually hate TF2 so much as they love the power rush from destroying something so famous that so many people love. Kind of a power-trip/control thing, with a dose of being desperate for attention. A lot of the more notorious bot hosters had twitters or youtube accounts where they invited people to rage at them uselessly, they loved it. They've also formed communities around botting and trolling people, so they have kind of a social investment in it (although they were quick to turn on each other when they suspected someone was a mole). Some of them sell their bot software or "bot immunity" for money but I think that was just pocket change, I don't think that was a real motivator.

After having free reign for so long, they reacted violently to the community movement in June. They were positive that nothing would happen to them, so they kept doing more and more outrageous things to prove it. They DDoS'd and DMCA'd the site for the petition multiple times, they doxxed and swatted one of the main bot fighters, they impersonated figureheads and posted illegal links to things, like they were really stepping over the line and gloating about it. They were extremely confident and to be fair, who could blame them? Valve's negligence let them get away with it for years. To suddenly have that power taken away from them without warning made them absolutely furious. They're still seething about it right now and plotting ways to get back in, but they haven't found one yet. It's a matter of pride for them at this point I think, that and a childish tantrum about not being able to ruin other people's fun anymore. Them targeting a baby game version of TF2 (TC2) also points to it being a power trip. If they can't ruin TF2 anymore then by god they've got to ruin SOMEthing!

Even now I'm not sure Valve can hold the line and I keep checking TF2 Casual every now and then to look for bots, haha. It's just hard to believe! I greatly enjoy hearing about bot hosters raging about it and suffering though, they deserve nothing less. Die mad about it!!!

In terms of baked goods though I like all kinds, although right now I'm thinking about brownies so I'll say that. |D

[dumbassunderthemountain]

Secret Guard (Thorin x Reader)

Summary: Thorin discovers your secret love of singing 

A/N: Hello! Idk how long I'm back, and I’m out of practice so it's just gonna a be a super short and a little cute one shot, also there isn't really a thorin taglist anymore just a few long time mutuals and thorin lovers <3

Genre: Comedic Fluff

Word Count:1100+ 

Over the few months you’d been with the company the topic of getting you to sing had come up multiple times. The dwarves all loved singing and every safe moment of the journey they would erupt into a baritone choir to pass the time, even the grumpier dwarves (i.e. Dwalin and Thorin) would partake. Listening to them sing tales from their culture was marvelous and brought a smile to your face every time without fail.  

Unfortunately, the dwarves were not ones to hug the lime light, except Bofur on occasion, and would repeatedly ask you and Bilbo to share some of your hobbit songs with them. After a good deal of persuasion Bilbo gave in, but no amount of pestering from Fili and Kili, elbow nudges from Bilbo, or intimidating stares from the dwarven king could make you sing in front of people.  

It wasn’t that you hated singing or had a particularly bad voice, it was just incredibly nerve wrecking and you’d rather not do it in front of others. The only time you sang was in the bath. Back in the Shire this was a daily occurrence... now...well, twice a week was a rare squeaky-clean week. The lack of baths was unfortunate, not only because of the lack of cleanliness but also it was the only time you got to be alone, as no one in the company would dare come near you then. Therefore, it was the only time you were free to sing... or so you thought... 

It began relatively early into your journey, before you even came upon the trolls. You had slipped away for a bath, the majority of the company waving as you left. All except Thorin who had been in one of his moods and went out hunting to blow off steam. When he returned and did his standard head count to only find 13 dwarves, 1 wizard, and only 1 hobbit. After looking for you amongst the group a a second time, he barked, “Where is (y/n)?!)  

“Bathing.” Gloin replied matter-of-factly.  

“And no one went to guard them? We hear orcs in the distance every night!” 

The company looked around guilty as Thorin threw down the deer he carried and stormed off to find you. It did not take long, he just had to follow the sound of your singing. If he hadn’t known better Thorin would have sworn it was a siren’s lure, yet he recognized it as you. Ever the proper and respectful dwarf, Thorin forced himself to stop long before he could see you, as not to further intrude on your privacy. If something was wrong the singing would surely stop. Thorin was far more captivated than he’d expected. Despite your voice being nice but not extraordinary from and objective point of view, the way you weaved together stories with melodies was unlike any dwarven song, and so Thorin took it upon yourself to be your guard every single time you bathed.  

The only thing was, Thorin never told you this. Every time he’d listen for you to get out of the water then run back to camp, pretending he’d been there the entire time earning him many eyerolls from Dwalin and Balin. This went on for months. Without even knowing it you were softening the King under the mountain’s heart through singing. What you thought were intense stares and glares, he believed were quick longing glances.  

Attempting to get out from under Thorin’s gaze you left to take your bath and as usual Thorin followed. The problem was that this bathing location was at the bottom of a rather steep hill after a heavy rain. So, while you carefully slid down and bathed normally, Thorin’s bulky rectangular steel tipped boots lost their footing in the loose wet dirt, sending him down the hill and into the river beside you, before either of you knew what happened.  

Suddenly there was a large splash and a fully clothed Thorin was beside you. Screaming, you plunged your body underwater and wrapping your arms around your body. “What are you doing here?!” You demanded.  

Thorin was dazed and confused by his sudden drenched state. “I was-I was keeping guard.” He sat up and turned to look at you before remembering your undressed state and turned around quickly. “I apologize, I swear to you I could see and have seen nothing.”  

“Why didn’t you tell me!” 

“I... I did not want you to stop singing.” Thorin said, ashamed of his secrecy. “I quite enjoy the way you sing.” 

“Oh, well, thank you. But you still-” 

“I know, and I deeply apologize for that.”  

The two of you sat in silence for a while a minute, before Thorin stood up keeping his back to you. “I will head back to camp now, again, I am deeply sorry.”  

He took a step towards the riverbed when you objected, “Wait,” He froze, “You might as well keep watch, then bath yourself considering you’re soaked...and I suppose it is safer that way. I-I'll even keep watch for you.” 

“I could not bear to take your time singing, it is clear you greatly enjoy it.” 

“I suppose I could...try. Since I’ve unknowingly been singing to an audience for a long time now.” 

A tiny smile grew on Thorin’s face. “I’d never wish to make you uncomfortable.” 

“Then you should work on those glares.” 

“Glares?” He asked, forgetting and looking towards you for a moment before quickly turning away and turning as red as the setting sun on a smokey night.  

“Yes? You glare at me all the time.” 

“I... those were not glares, nor did I think I looked long enough for you to notice...” 

Upon seeing the redness of his face, it dawned on you exactly what was going on, causing you to giggle. “You could have just talked to me, but it is nice to know my singing was so enchanting.” You said sarcastically as you flipped your hair.  

Thorin let out a short breathy laugh, “That’s what Balin said, the first part at least.” 

“Maybe you should listen to him. Balin is your adviser, is he not?” 

He chuckled again, the sound was like music to your ears, and the simple fact that you were the one causing it was almost unbelievable. “Yes, you’re right...Perhaps I will finally take his advice once we return to camp” He threw you a wink then clumsily climbed back up the hill leaving you to finish your bath.  

Once you both finished your respective baths, Thorin walked you back to camp awkwardly attempting to make conversation and blushing when your hands accidentally bumped together. Who knew the brave King Under the Mountain could become so flustered by a simple hobbit?  

Taglist: @fizzyxcustard @lathalea @shiinata-library

[baileypie-writes]

I CAME SO QUICK OMG !! would it be okay if i ask for a

velvet x gn!reader fic !

preferably something like , , velvet having a soft spot for reader ( basically hating everyone else BUT reader ) ! ! And being overprotective :33c ??

A/N - Sure! Hope you like it! Sorry it’s a bit short.

~Soft Spot~

Velvet x GN!Reader

Fandom: Trolls 3: Band Together

Relationship: Romantic

Synopsis: It’s being noticed that Velvet seems to have a soft spot for you.

Warnings: Velvet being grouchy, Velvet being overprotective, one swear word(Velvet)

Veneer’s mind was trying its best to comprehend what had just transpired. Velvet was having a bad day. And when she’s having a bad day, everybody has a bad day.

She was snapping at everybody, even if they asked her a simple question. So when you decided to visit, Veneer fully expected a fight to happen because of Velvet’s mood. But when you greeted her, her mood completely changed and she happily greeted you back.

As Velvet ran to give you a hug, Veneer started doing calculations in his head. Velvet wasn’t nice to anybody, even when her mood wasn’t terrible. She just wasn’t generally a very kind person. But when it came to you, it’s like her whole personality changes. Then, it finally hit him; Velvet had a soft spot for you.

He smirked, not knowing how he didn’t see it before.

“So, Velvet, how’s your day doing?” You asked.

“Ugh, absolutely terrible!” She responded.

“Aw, I’m sorry to hear that!” You kissed her head.

Veneer rolled his eyes, scoffing at the two of you being all lovey-dovey. Velvet noticed this.

“What? Is (name) not allowed to comfort me? At least they’re trying! You’ve just been sitting on your ass all day!” She snapped at him.

Veneer threw his hands up in defense. “Woah! Chill out, sis! It’s just… do they gotta do that right in front of me?” He mumbled the last part.

“They can do whatever they want! They’re my partner, they don’t need permission!” She then turns to you, her scowl turning into a sweet smile. “Let’s go to my room, and get away from this idiot.”

~~~~

You and Velvet had been hanging out for about an hour. You were just scrolling through your phone, but it was getting a bit boring.

“Hey, Vels, wanna go to the mall?” You asked.

“That’d be fun!” She smiled, but her expression soon changed to an annoyed one as she came to a realization. “Ugh, but the paparazzi! I mean, I love it, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t want you to be bothered by anyone!”

You chuckled. This was just like her. She loved being surrounded by her admirers, until it came to you. Velvet was always a bit overprotective.

“It’s alright, I’ll be fine. I promise!” You assured her.

“Okay, if you’re sure. But you better let me know if you’re uncomfortable!”

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~~baileypie-writes

[radfemsiren]

So I saw this on TikTok live and decided to request to debate, since I saw it was all men and one pick me woman ganging up on and bullying a soft spoken Muslim woman.

Debating on TikTok live for the first time was a fucking struggle lmao, they kicked out the girl for being a Shia, so I had to try to argue while not revealing myself to be an ex Muslim 😅

They sniffed me out right away! Too much empathy and intellect! Something Muslims are not allowed to have. When the pick me Host (she hates women more than any other woman I’ve ever met lmao) brought up a pro slavery Hadith, I asked them, “Genuinely, you’re telling me you’re pro slavery? With your own logic and morality, you are ok with literal slavery??” And they all loudly declared “YES!! Are you questioning the Hadith? What Muslim questions the Hadith?!”

They kicked me out with the swiftness lmao, Islam is not compatible with modern, civilized society 💀 The pro rape, pro wife beating, pro slavery Hadiths they were bringing up to defend their arguments.. it was hard to not out myself as an ex muzzie and just shout “YES, THATS WHY ISLAM IS EVIL BRUH, why do YOU approve of these things 😭” I’m glad I at least wasted their time and ruined their moods lmao, they got really offended by my explicit avatar pfp … they only noticed towards the end and started yelling “What the hell is that ?!” 😂

That’s my husband’s beautiful blue ass, what do you mean 😔

Anyway gonna finish setting up that ex Muslim discord and post it tonight! I wanna think of a way to troll these debates that keep growing in numbers. They don’t have many viewers but there’s so many of them and I wanna keep them down and ruin their evangelizing attempts at brainwashing more people… maybe a funny, slow speaking character to bore and annoy? Stoner muslimah that keeps interrupting to ask what’s the Islamic ruling on smoking weed lmao. She keeps coughing into the mic whenever someone tries to speak 💀

Any other ideas lol?

[5tar-5hin3]

Saw you were looking for requests, so here I am!! Could you possibly write prompts or headcannons for Floyd who is a clingy or an overprotective best friend towards the reader. Like he's always holding hands with them or being protective around his brothers. It can be best friends to lovers if you'd like. And everything else is up to you. Make it as fluffy as possible.Have a great day/ night!! 😖💕

I will most certainly write some protective headcanons! I love my protective boys! I’m gonna do all the brothers except Branch and Bruce (THEY’RE MARRIED RAHH). Wishing everyone the best day/afternoon/night! 💕

Anyways, enjoy my little brozone fans!! 🫶

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Overprotective BroZone HCs

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John Dory

✦ 10/10 on the protective scale

✦ John Dory is very much a fend for yourself type guy if you’re just friends with him. Very protective of his family and lover. He’ll be protective to some extent for his friends though

✦ Making sure you’re ok, someone isn’t bothering you, etc.

✦ He only gets overprotective when you’re dating him

✦ John Dory has to be the worst of the worst

✦ He’s so protective over everything he loves, just imagine an animal being food aggressive. That’s John Dory

✦ You can blame the Neverglades for that

✦ He WILL growl at people

✦ You are not escaping him. He’s always next to you.

✦ He prefers to have his arm around you but will settle for holding hands.

✦ He can get aggressive towards trolls if they get too close, especially trolls he doesn’t know

✦ One time, Bruce was going to give you a hug and John Dory got in his face about it

✦ John Dory was just- in a mood 🤭

✦ It’s INCREDIBLY rare that he bursts out though. He knows when you get uncomfortable and will step in. But usually he’s pretty chill since it fits his cocky persona better

✦ He has a few telltale signs as to when he’s about to go off on someone though

✦ His grip gets tighter, wether on your waist or your hand

✦ His tail (yes, trolls have tails) will flick and hit the ground. Sort of like a warning sign to other trolls

✦ No one understands why he hit his tail because most trolls aren’t as animalistic as John Dory is.

✦ This is a learned behaviour from his time in the Neverglades when he had to scare off other predators

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Clay

✦ 5/10 on the protective scale

✦ Equally protective over his friends and lover

✦ He’s much more touchy with his lover and loves having you near

✦ Despite his new serious nature, he’s still relatively laid back.

✦ He likes wrapping his tail around yours 🫶 He’s just goofy like that

✦ Only gets protective in group settings. More so in situations where he doesn’t know everybody.

✦ He REALLY likes holding your hand when you guys go out

✦ Keeping you close is his way of “protecting” you

✦ Overall just not that protective, it depends on the situation

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Floyd

✦ 3/10 on the protective scale except that one time

✦More likely to be protective over his family and lover than his friends

✦ Floyd is sensitive (as his brozone title) and he gets overprotective easily but isn’t that intimidating

✦ He hates when other trolls touch you. Even accidentally touching you, like bumping into you. He will glare them down

✦ He usually communicates that he’s uncomfortable with something before acting

✦ He’s a BIG hand holder. Loves checking in by rubbing his thumb on your hand (idk how to word it properly 😖)

✦ He loves being near you but trusts you to stand up for yourself if you need to

✦ He understands you have to talk to security and such to get backstage but also hates it

✦ He doesn’t like when you talk to other guys but he knows he can’t stop it

✦ When he does act to protect you, he stands in front of you

✦ He loosely lays his tail around your feet

✦ This is to make sure you’re still there

✦ Trolls usually laugh at his attempts to be “big” and “scary”

✦ He does try though

✦ 9/10 you’re often scarier than he is

✦ The one time he was scary, he doesn’t even remember it

✦ He just knows that a lot of trolls won’t mess with you or any of his brothers now

✦ Another fan of BroZone had tried grabbing at you and Floyd says he just blacked out

✦ No one was seriously hurt but safe to say that people take Floyd more seriously now

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Those are my headcanons for my boys! I hope you like them! ^^

[hygieiapides-the-vulgar]

Sargeant Fred Colon in the fifth elephant

Colon is a corrupt, incompetent copper

Honestly if the narrative treated him seriously instead of as comic relief, i would prbly hate him

Just in the fifth elephant:

1 He is in charge of Traffic department, a d is too enthusiastic about clamping cars

2 he bribed a eestaurant owner into giving him free meals by clamping his cart

3 Too enthensuiatic about clamping cars-as in, Nobby deliberay slowed carts as an excuse for Colon to clamp them to collect money

4 Didnt feed rhe imp that runs the traffic camera

5 Dismisses a very important, very big conflict in the dwarf community of Ankh-Morpork, bc they are dwarves, not humans

Also, this scene

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“Oh. Someone speeding,” said Colon. “So?” He looked again. “That’s one of those sedan chairs the deep-down dwarfs use, isn’t it? Them trolls must’ve been moving!”

“It was just after the Scone was stolen,” said Visit. “Ronald writes the time in the corner, see? A bit odd, I thought. Like a kind of getaway vehicle, sir?”

“What’d a dwarf want to steal a worthless lump of rock for?” said Colon. “Especially them dark dwarfs. They give me the creeps in those stupid clothes they wear.”

====

Note here: the “dark dwarves” are conservative dwarves from out of the city. They command much respect in the dwarf community, but in Ankh-Morpork, a lot of the dwarfs are more liberal and some of them resent the dark dwarves by imposing orders on them.

For all you Christians in the audience, the Stone Scone is almost as important to dwarves as the Bible is to you.

The Stone Scone is an important dwarf cultural artifact, and we now have a good idea of who stole it.

The conservative dark dwarves (probably) stole it, and the police have a picture.

And Colon just dismissed it.

That was a slap in the face to the 3 dwarves

===

Angry silence rang like a dropped girder in a temple. There were three dwarfs in the room.

“You two! You ought to be out on patrol!” barked Sergeant Stronginthearm. “I’ve got business down at Chitterling Street!”

All three dwarfs marched out, somehow contriving even to walk angrily.

“Well, what was that about?” said Fred Colon. “Bit touchy, aren’t they? Mister Vimes says that sort of thing all the time and no one minds.”

“Yes, but that’s because he’s Sam Vimes,” said Nobby.

====

So hearing Colon causually dismiss the “worthless lump of rock” is slap to the face.

THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN VIMES AND COLON

Quite frankly, Vimes gives a damn.

When he hears about a dwarf riot, he picks up the nearest dwarf, demands an answer, listens carefully, then starts looks for whose head he needs to bash until peace is restored.

Excerpts involving Vimes:

There were more dwarfs on the streets as they got nearer, and Vimes recognized the signs. The dwarfs all wore preoccupied looks and were walking in the same direction.

“It’s over,” he said, as they rounded a corner. “You can tell by the sudden increase in suspiciously innocent bystanders.”

Whatever else the emergency had been, it had been a big one. The street was strewn with debris, and a fair amount of dwarfs. Vimes slowed down.

“Third [riot] this week,” he said. “What’s gotten into them?”

“Hard to say, sir,” said Carrot. Vimes shot him a glance. Carrot had been raised by dwarfs. He also, if he could possibly avoid it, never told a lie.

“That isn’t the same as I don’t know, is it,” he said. The captain looked awkward.

===

“Is this one of those private dwarf things, Captain [Carrot]?”

“Yes, sir—”

“Well, this is Ankh-Morpork, Captain, not some mine in the mountains, and it’s my job to keep the peace, and this, Captain, doesn’t look like it. What’re people going to say about rioting in the streets?”

“They’ll say it’s another day in the life of the big city, sir,” said Carrot woodenly.

“Yes, I suppose they would, at that. However—” Vimes picked up a groaning dwarf. “Who did this?” he demanded. “I’m not in the mood for being messed around. Come on, I want a name!”

===

Cherry on top: Colon is racist afainst trolls too

“I’m not a soft touch, me. I’m not going to take insubordination like that! I’ve always said Vimes was a bit too soft on those dwarfs! They gets the same pay as us and they’re only half the size!”

“Yes, yes,” said Nobby, waving his hands placatingly in a desperate attempt to calm things down, “But, Fred, trolls are twice as big as us and they get paid the same, so it—”

“But [trolls have] only got a quarter of the brains, so it’s just the same like I said—”

The noise they heard was long and drawn out and menacing. It was the sound of Lance-Constable Bluejohn’s chair being pushed back.

The floor creaked as he shambled past Colon, removed his helmet from its peg with one enormous hand, and headed for the door.

[sweetpumpkinmouse]

Spoiler Warning for Murder Drones Ep. 8

I have thoughts! (that is mostly out of order)

-Everyone’s DEAD!

-I was so shocked to see Uzi and Nori being sweet together. It was pleasantly nice.

-I love the sound effect for space.

-“Nobody traumatizes these weirdly hot robots but me!” Bi Uzi is canon! :D (I did that part early, but I love it)

-V’s alive…cool. It was kind of cool to see her ride a sentinel. Got to see her apologize to N (even if it was a fake N), it was nice to see. I hope the shippers love it, minus the trauma. /gen

-N and Uzi are such dorks! I love them!

-THE TRIO IS BACK BABY!

-Didn’t get apeshit N, sadly. But we did get ✨traumatized N✨!

-Uzi and N helping each other while they are both in pain. With Uzi’s being physical and N’s being mental. The poor fellas.

-Some sweet sappy Nuzi moments. And N going, “That’s my girlfriend!” Awww! And Vizzy (and maybe even the nuziv polycule, I live in denial) might be canon.

-THAD’S SKATEBOARD!!!!!

-Nori is proud mom.

-NIGHTCORE! NIGHTCORE! NIGHTCORE—

-The sentinel is doing a bit of trolling.

-J and V fight-scene!

-My J hate has returned and is justified! I know we were all expecting some big betrayal, but I guess J still sucks. (my hate for her is purely theatrical)

-I’m cringe and I’m free.

-Cyn’s eyes when Uzi ate the blackhole: 😦

-Uzi’s new eyes are very pretty.

-Khan and Nori divorce arc real???? And Khan is way too fucking into it. (EDIT: Apparently not, Nori was behind the door with Khan, I just didn’t see her. Oh, well. It’s sweet)

-The teacher is a mood.

-V and N are at school now and can be “normal kids”. 🥹

-N’s art is improving!

-Doll is really dead. Rip.

-Uzi has full control over her robo-bat form! Yay!

-I love the end credits.

-Uzi’s tail is Cyn now. I love that scene.

-I feel like the ending is very open-ended, which I think is nice. I actually like that we got an open-ending instead of a concrete set future, makes the fan-creations more fun.

-Can’t wait to see the fanfics and fanworks after this! :D

I do feel like some things were rushed and/or were not as fleshed out as I hoped, but I still think it is a good ending.

“Don’t be sad because it’s over; smile because it existed.”

[sequincult]

Return of the Floyd Part 3

(part 1 can be read here) (part 2 can be read here) No matter how stressful the last day may have been the sun will always rise anew, a light dew rests gently upon each blade of grass in troll village. Floyd yawns and stretches as he steps out of the pod, some sleep and a quick bath had him feeling much better than yesterday. 

Though he’d half expected Poppy to be slamming on his door at 5am, oddly she’s nowhere to be seen.

“HIYA FLOYD!” Poppy appears behind Floyd, seemingly out of thin air.

“AAAAAA!!!????” Floyd shrieks in the highest region of his vocal register. “Where were you??”

“Oh you know, I might of hid in your pod and slept there in case you needed anything…” she coyly swings on her heels.

“What??” Floyd thought as he pondered how the hell he could have missed a neon pink troll hiding in his bedroom. “I guess I appreciate the concern?” He replies, careful not to offend her.

“OK Great! We better get going, I’ll lead the way! Oh and yeah, I brought you this.”

She hands Floyd a simple green glove.

“What for?”

“It’s to cover up your hand silly! If other trolls see you like that they might get nervous!”

“Oh. Right.” While he was away Floyd had forgotten how skittish pop trolls can be.

“Sorry if it’s not really your style…”

‘Not his style’ was something of an understatement, it didn’t match his jeans or his hair, but he knew he’d have to wear it just in case.

“It’ll do for now. Thanks.”

After slipping on the glove the pair make their way into the depths of the forest. There’s an uncomfortable quietness for the first ten minutes or so, neither of them know each other very well after all. Poppy hates the feeling of awkwardness crawling down her spine, so she tries to break the ice.

“So uh, hey Floyd? What was Branch like when he was younger?”

“Well… he was a very cute baby, and he loved wearing those ridiculous giant glasses John gave him.” he giggles. “As he got older he really liked to try and help us all out, even though he wasn’t physically able to most of the time. Being a baby and all. But him and I ended up very close, especially as Brozone started to fall apart…”

Poppy’s stride suddenly halts, as if the earth stopped moving and its weight fell entirely upon her feet.

“WAIT…You’re THE Floyd? BROZONE Floyd??” She begins hyperventilating, and if she shakes anymore she’d likely explode.

“Crap.” Floyd suddenly remembers that he’s actually talking to another troll and not just himself. “Oh haha yeah.. that’s me.” he forces his mouth into a somewhat disturbing grin. “The sensitive one…”

Poppy’s mind spins with endless thoughts. She LOVED Brozone… How did she not notice he was THAT Floyd. He has to be joking right? And anyway, there’s no way Branch could’ve been in a boyband! The thought of that alone was enough to break her out of her stupor.

“So that means Branch has FIVE brothers right? No, wait…. You said glasses” Her eyes sparkle as she puts the pieces together. “That must mean Branch was-“

“Bitty B?” Floyd interjects. “Haha! That was him alright… Though it’s-“ he sighs deeply. “It’s just hard to imagine. Seeing how he is now.” His mood turns dour, his steps a little more laboured. “Hey, could we maybe talk about something else? It’s kinda hard to think about what happened back then.”

“Oh! Sorry, sorry. I’ll try and think about something else” she replies, still noticeably vibrating with excitement.

After a few more minutes of silent walking, Poppy simply can’t hold in her curiosity any longer.

“So… do you have any photos of Branch when he was a baby?”

“POPPY.” Floyd turns to her and snarls. “What did I just say?” 

“ACK!!! Ohmygosh I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to it’s just… I was kind of a huge Brozone fan as a kid and that part of me is freaking out right now. I’m really sorry, I had no idea being in the band was so difficult for you.”

He immediately feels bad for yelling. It wasn’t like him to shout like that, and it’s not like she really knows anything about his relationship with his brothers.

“Look, I’m sorry for losing my temper. There’s no way you could have known how rough things got by the end, and after we broke up we all left and stayed silent about what happened.”

“Well, what did happen?”

He rolls his eyes for what feels like the hundredth time and smirks.

“You know, I think I’ve talked enough about my troubled past for one day, maybe some other time.”

“Well hey, thanks for saying what you have, It’s been cool getting to know you.”

Floyd can’t help but admit to himself that it’s nice to talk to someone about this stuff. His ex had hardly been much of a listener, and most Brozone fans just wanted to hear about obnoxious gossip and rumours. Poppy might be a little intense sometimes, but she’s probably the kindest troll he’s ever met.

After walking for what feels like forever, Poppy jumps and points excitedly.

“Hey Floyd look! We’re almost here!!”

“Really? But this looks like any other part of the forest we’ve walked through.” He squints as if doing so will reveal anything.

“Ahah! That’s where you’re wrong… You see, Branch’s bunker can be located by looking for one GIANT rock with three smaller rocks placed on it’s right hand side. Then you check that the plant to the left of the rock has five leaves. Branch always trims it down to five…”

“Wow, you sure know a lot about him.” He sighs, feeling guilty that someone he’d only met yesterday knows more about his brother than he does.

“Oh y’know just a little bit! Nothing much haha! So anyways… you go crouch in those bushes over there, and I’ll try and talk to him. He CANNOT know you’re here or he’ll probably freak out or something.”

“You’re probably right, I’ll go hide over here and try not to look like a complete weirdo.” he sasses before scurrying off into the trees.

Once Floyd is far enough away Poppy waltzes over to Branch’s bunker. She kneels down to the entrance and knocks as politely as she can muster (which is still pretty forceful).

“Hello, Branch? Good morning Branch! Are you awake? I need to talk to you about something.”

The small flap in the grass tilts up slightly to reveal his gloomy eyes and little more.

“Oh, Poppy. It’s you. Let me guess… You’re hosting yet another idiotic soiree and for some godforsaken reason you want me to come. Yeah, it’s a no.”

“Oh Branch. While I am planning on hosting an ‘idiotic soiree’, that’s actually not what I’m here for.” She responds with a slight smug air.

Branch lifts the flap up a little higher, curious. “So what are you here for then? Oh god, it’s about Floyd isn’t it.”

“NO! It’s not.” She frowns as Branch glares into her soul until she finally breaks.

“Okay! Okay! Yeah it’s about Floyd.”

“I knew it. He’s set you up to come beg and plead to me to be nice to him because he’s too much of a coward to do it himself. Typical… I haven’t needed him in my life for over a decade and that’s not gonna change.” His tone saddens slightly. “He only wants me to like him again so he can feel better about himself anyway.”

“That’s not true Branch! He really, really cares about you! Besides, this is more important than you and him getting along. Floyd is… well, effectively homeless and has nowhere to go. My dad’s letting him stay in one of the guest pods for now but he can’t live there forever! Please, let him stay with you.”

“Ha, not a chance. He left me alone, why should I help him? Why is it that I’m the one that always has to compromise.”

“But he didn’t leave you alone! Sure it was naive to think everything would be fine with your grandma but-“

“Don’t you dare use my grandma as way to guilt trip me in to letting Floyd stay here! He’s a grown man now. He can handle himself.” He turns and starts to lower himself back into the bunker. Poppy panics and tries to hold the entrance open with her foot.

“No, no, Branch! I wasn’t going to do that! I would never say anything like that to you! Please, just listen to me!”

“I’ve done enough listening thank you very much! Now, I think it’s time for you to GO.” His voice breaking into a shout.

“Branch! Listen!”

“Nope.”

“BRANCH!”

“NooOOoope!” He snarks in an utterly infuriating tone, putting as much stress as possible on the ‘p’ sound.

“GRRRR! FINE THEN! WAIT. HERE.” Poppy screams before she stomps off in a seemingly random direction. Branch is genuinely startled at her reaction, he’d never heard her shout like that. Or any other troll for that matter. He was glad she was gone though, otherwise she may have noticed him softly blushing. Yet before he can sneak his way back into his home, she’s returned. And with… Floyd?

“LOOK AT HIS HAND. NOW.” She grabs his arm and flings the glove from his palm, revealing its faded tone.

“SEE? FLOYD’S HAND TURNED GREY BEFORE HE RETURNED AND HE NEEDS YOUR HELP. OK???” Tears are starting to form in her eyes as Floyd glances awkwardly toward Branch, who has still barely processed his presence.

“I-I, why didn’t you just tell me he was here I…” 

“I guess I wrongly assumed you might actually listen to me. And after your argument yesterday neither of us thought it would be a good idea for both of us to talk. You can understand that, right?”

“I suppose…” he looks over at his brother, feeling a tinge of remorse. “Look, I’m likely a complete moron for saying this but.. come in. Both of you. BUT you can’t stay here, ok?” He concedes.

Poppy and Floyd nod gently at each other as they enter the elevator, ready to descend and unsure of what’s to come. Whatever happens, at least it’s progress.

[spooky-circuits]

Ok but since it looks like Bruce is the first brother I have to know the Snack Pack's reactions when it comes out that Branch isn't just some Brozone fan, but is secretly the most popular member of the group! Spruc had been the heartthrob, no doubts about it, but Bitty B being so cute and adorable had made it so his popularity skyrocketed over Spruce, he just didn't have any weird contests like Spruce had.

Tangent aside, I imagine Branch won't be able to immediately go for the throat because he'll be too busy fighting back a panic attack. The Vaycationers aren't a threat, but for someone who's only experience with larger sentient races were Bergans, and a severe trauma caused by said Bergans, it's a bit difficult to tell that fact.

Bruce, on his end, would probably be equal parts delighted to see his baby brother with a group of friends... and completely and utterly terrified and concerned over this group of kids. I imagine he probably wasn't quite a father yet, or if he was, he didn't have nearly as many kids and was still new to being a parent. So, seeing his 14 year old baby brother suddenly show up out of nowhere and be GRAY, with a group of half starved children following after him, well, it doesn't paint a pretty picture.

Bruce is in the middle of a lunch rush at the cantina when Bruce Jr runs up to him asking for a menu for his new friends. It isn’t an odd occurrence Bruce Jr has a bad habit of introducing himself to random tourists and bringing them by with the expectation that the food would be paid for. He doesn’t want to crush that generous spirit but him and Brandy are running a business and he needs to remind his son of that. He turns to hand him the menus (they could still be actual customers he isn’t going to be rude) and sees his son standing with a group of cowering troll teens… What is happening? Are those pop trolls?! He hasn’t seen pop trolls in over a decade. He’s about to ask them some questions but realizes that if they’re pop trolls they probably don’t want to be doing this around vacationers. He hates to put his wife on the spot like this but he knows she’ll understand once he explains it to her afterwards “Hey Brandy I’ve got a situation here I’ll be right back! Steve watch the bar for me!” And herds the kids out onto the beach. “Okay first question where are your parents? Because you guys look rough so they clearly aren’t doing their job right.” There are a couple of offended cries from the group but Bruces attention is caught by a face with an intense stare that reminds him of his older brother right before a brawl would break out between the two of them. The rest of the group also seems to notice the shift in the grey trolls mood when they all seem to pull out. Old Brozone magazines? Oh the kids were fans “Okay look I’ll sign your magazines or whatever but I’m really trying to put the boy band stuff behind me okay?” The teens all perk up at this and turn to Branch “Oh wow it really is him! Isn’t that great Branch!” And Branch just charges at him only to get held back by Poppy’s hair wrapping around his limbs. Branch still manages to grab one of Bruces arms and is yelling stuff like “How could you! Do you even know who I am?!” When Bruce Jr grabs his dad and yanks him out of Branch’s grip it leaves scratch marks but he’s not seriously hurt. The Snack pack are all asking him questions like “What the hell Branch?” “I thought you were excited to meet him?” And Creek with his “Oh I knew he wasn’t a fan!”

Bruce is watching the grey troll get surrounded by his friends when he hears one call him Branch. But that can’t be right. Branch is supposed to be at home with their grandma and Floyd. Not here looking beat up and grey with no supervision in sight. “Branch?” He pats Bruce Jr’s hand to signal that it’s okay to put him down. “Branch what are you doing here?” There are a hundred questions going through his head seeing his baby brother but he could only get out the one that definitely didn’t come across like he meant for it to come across.

The rest of the snack pack can tell they’re missing something but no one dares to break the tension until Branch finally speaks up. “I don’t know..” Branch seems to go slack “I thought I wanted to beat you up and maybe make you regret leaving.. but I can see this was a mistake.” He looks at Bruce and looks at his son standing behind him the similarities are so striking when they’re next to each other it’s impossible to miss what they implied. “I guess you found a better family to actually stick around for.” And the words feel like they actually stab Bruce right in the heart at the implication. Bruce is fully aware of how he’s hurt Branch in that moment.

Branch tries to shake off his friends to make an attempt to run off so he doesn’t have to see his brother keep looking at him like that.

[quinnyundertow]

When I Catch You Gege

Summary Reader is Isekai'd into JJK with the determination to change canon and make sure she rights the wrongs of Gege. Oh and enjoy her time there...yeah that too. No manga plot spoilers. Reader x everyone. All characters 18+ unless otherwise stated.

Content Warning: Canon typical violence, torture, suicide, Non-con, extreme bullying, angst with a happy ending.

Pairings: Reader x Nanami Kento, Haibara Yu, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Junpei Yoshino, Okkotsu Yuta, Toji Fushiguro

Chapter 1

Comments & Candies

It all started with a comment on the internet. Which to be honest was pretty rare for you to indulge in in the first place. Don’t misunderstand, you had strong opinions about things -especially when some of your favorite characters or shows were involved- but between the trolls online and the way things generally devolved in comment sections it just wasn’t worth raising your blood pressure over anymore. 

It started innocuously enough in some TikTok comments of a Jujutsu Kaisen fight mash up from the current Shibuya Arc. It was one of those videos where the quality is so high you don’t even understand how the user posting found it.

75 Comments

“Dude I fkn hate Mahito he better get left right goodnight next ep”

“lol get ready to be disappointed”

“I mean why mahito kinda…👀”

“get help….” “girlie I’m all for ignoring red flags but that’s a whole red flag factory” "okay but transforming body parts 😩"

You laughed at the comments per usual thumbing up your favorites before going to type your own. This fandom was so unhinged but you loved it. These comments were tame compared to what you would see on the average JJK thirst trap video.

“Gege is the worst curse 😭” 

You hit enter with a small smile before immediately scrolling through a few more TikToks. Your timeline was currently Jujutsu Hell. Just about every TikTok was JJK related and while you adored the show (maybe a little too much) you were feeling a little bummed out by it lately. 

Season one had become your ultimate comfort anime. It was endearing, funny, heartwarming and all the characters meshed so well. It made you feel like a part of their family -albeit a very hot family where you thirsted over about 90% of the cast-. 

Sure the Junpei arc in season 1 broke your heart but it was a manageable amount of sadness. The movie was much the same; a little sad but overwhelming the good guys win and the family is together at the end. Then came Shibuya and all hell broke loose. Gege made you fall in love with Suguru Geto despite knowing that wasn’t going to end well. Your sweet baby Yuji was tortured relentlessly physically and mentally. Then he put your man Gojo in an eyeball box before he killed off a bunch of beloved characters. You were honestly starting to feel depressed. It sounds dramatic but you really loved these characters and it felt like Gege was torturing them for the hell of it. Character deaths were fine with a literary purpose but it was beginning to feel cruel.

Your mood dipped with your thoughts as you decided to close the app down. Before you could flick it shut a notification popped up at the top of your screen showing someone had responded to your comment. You clicked it to see the bigger thread.

“Yuji had to watch these ppl die to grow as a character”

You screwed up your face into an affronted expression. You had a tendency of wearing your thoughts on your face before managing to school them. Something that had gotten you in trouble more than once. Thankfully, in your own home that wasn’t an issue. 

“Not really relevant to my comment..” you mumbled while typing a response. “But I’ll bite”

“Killing off characters just to make another one grow is the easy way out. Yuji is a kid. Torturing him senselessly isn’t making him grow, it's making him traumatized.”

Before you could even click away another comment popped up below yours 

“U think u could do any better?”

You rolled your eyes at the comment. You loved Gege’s work, the universe and characters he created were amazing; but that didn’t mean you had to agree with every decision he made as an author. This is why you didn’t bother to leave comments. You hated having to justify yourself to random people on the internet. You contemplated deleting your original comment before you typed 

“I mean I could get to the same places plot wise and emotionally without murdering everyone the audience cares about..” Before the guy could respond again you hit the phones off button to put it to sleep and threw it across your bed. You hated that your emotions tended to get involved in things as tiny as internet comments or tv shows.

You huffed into your sheets before mumbling, “If I was there I’d end up being an annoying Shonen protagonist…”  you smiled thinking of the way Naruto relentlessly chased down Sasuke or Luffy refused to leave his Nakama behind. Rolling over you lay on your back staring at the ceiling grinning, “Suguru Geto you aren’t escaping the power of friendship buddy! I would drag your monkey hating ass back kicking and screaming. Hell, I’m saving Yu Haibara first, sending Geto to therapy, and taking Nanami to a freaking hair salon. Emo looking…” you laugh out loud before your reverie is interrupted by the screeching of your phone's alarm. 

Your mood is forced to instantly sober, “I’m pathetic..” you muttered. Knowing in the back of your head you had to get ready for another day at your mediocre job with your shitty coworkers. And for what? To come home and be sad that the gorgeous pixelated men on the other side of the screen were getting knocked off by their God Gege (who you just decided to dub God-Ge).

After rubbing a hand over the bridge of your nose you tried to muster the energy to get up and get shit done. Raising up one hand towards the ceiling and making a fist you yelled, “Alright God-Ge you dick just you wait till I get Isekaied! Not one of my boys is dying and I all my babies are gonna grow up loved as fuck!!”

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That was the last thing you remembered and what brought you to the here and now. Where ever here and now was… you were disoriented to say the least. You went from laying in bed to your body standing. White and red lights were flashing by with a blustery wind shaking you and rattling your clothes. Despite the confusion you registered that you were moving but not with any sense of purpose or even of your own volition. You were submerged in a crowd; bodies flowing around you pushing your stumbling form along.  You were in sensory overload; the sound of racing vehicles, people talking, advertisements ringing. The lights flickering around you were blurred and the voices surrounding you were unintelligible. 

You felt as if you broke through to the air from a lake in the middle of winter. Your mind was having trouble forming full thoughts. The information it was receiving was partial and you felt goosebumps break out down your arms as you felt a shiver go down your body. You noticed a ringing in your head as it gradually grew louder in volume. The tinnitus like sound became unbearable as you hunched over putting your hands over your ears. Your posture was protective as you just hoped the overwhelming feelings would-

The ringing stopped. The sounds around you clarified and your vision seemed to return to normal. It felt as if someone had thrown you a life preserver in frigid waters and you gasped at the sudden shift in physical sensations.

Something was grounding you. This warmth spread throughout your body and a wave of reassurance engulfed you. Still bent over with your hands on your knees you registered a hand on your upper back near your shoulder. The touch, warm and light, rubs a gentle circle only partially putting its weight on you. You aren’t the type of person to want to be touched by strangers but the person barely holding you relays comfort and reassurance. Their form was removed enough to show concern while not intruding on your space or coming off as disrespectful. 

“Hey are you okay? You don’t look so good..” the voice was masculine but had this buoyancy and brightness to it. The energy behind it non-threatening and almost inviting. You squeezed your eyes shut trying to regain some baseline of where you are. You registered the sidewalk under your feet and your familiar pair of shoes. It had to be nighttime based on the level of light surrounding you. It wasn’t dark but the only thing illuminating your feet was colorful artificial rays. 

The hand on your back left taking its warmth with it. Your eyes flicked up to meet a pair of brown orbs with flecks of gold. The person's face peering down at you was so close to your own your noses almost brushed when you looked up. Your voice caught in your throat as you choked in surprise at the handsome features directly in front of you. His brown eyes were framed with long dark lashes. The first thought that left your mind was he’s beautiful before a heat raced down your stomach. 

At your noses almost touching, he stood up quickly from stooping to get a better look at you. He must have seen something in your eyes that clearly concerned him as both of his arms reached out to steady you on either side of your shoulders. His fingers flexed lightly on your upper arms as he maintained a firm but gentle hold, “Hey I’ve got ya, let’s move over out of the walkway.” The voice sounded like how someone would coax an animal out of a hiding place. It generated a sense of security despite the confusion all around you. 

You leaned up to your full height, the hands on your arms providing support in the event you needed it. You fought past a wave of dizziness as your gaze followed his legs on their way to meet his eyes. He was tall, almost two heads taller than you. His face now turned away from yours as it scanned above the crowd for a destination. His hair was the same honey brown color as his eyes. The style boyish, straight and short; stopping above the ears before ending in an undercut. The bangs were untamed like he had run his hands through them one time too many.  

“Hmmmm, umm…there’s gotta be a seat somewhere..” he mumbled to himself aloud. You tried to focus on his words but felt your form stiffen as you were bumped by the throng brushing by you, intent on where they were heading. When he spoke his voice tickled the back of your brain, a sense of familiarity rolling over you. You couldn’t help but focus on the sensation of his hands on your shoulders. 

He visibly perked up as he seemed to have found what he was looking for before he glanced back over to you. He smiled brightly, making eye contact that made you feel a blush on your face in response. He released your arms briefly before a large warm hand reached out and clasped your smaller one before navigating you towards a less dense part of the horde. “So I don’t lose you.” he explained lightheartedly over his shoulder. His grip was soft despite the roughness of his own hands. You felt yourself rub against him reflexively tracing one of his calloused fingers with your own. 

Your own emotions and feelings in your present situation baffled you. You were not some maiden needing saving nor some naive girl who would tag up with a random man. You watched way too much true crime to ever take a strange man’s hand and follow them into a side street no matter how attractive they were. However, rather than your intuition screaming for you to pull your hand away and run, it remained quiet. You had never believed in aura, chakra, energy or whatever but it was like you could sense his and it gave you only positive vibes. 

Nothing made sense. A moment ago you were laying in bed on TikTok and now you were in the middle of a massive metropolitan area (you lived hours away from one) in the middle of a crowd with a guy you vaguely felt like you knew pulling you to God knows where?

Swallowing hard, you stumbled behind the larger male his broad back and strong shoulders taking up the majority of your view. You shadowed him closely so that you wouldn’t become separated. This was working fine until he abruptly stopped; someone cutting in front of you both with a bicycle. You tripped forward into his back, your fingers gripping tightly into his black crop top style jacket for support. A soft cry of surprise escaping your lips. He froze letting you regain your balance as you leaned against him fully. His back clearly muscled against your forearms and hands. “I’m sorry” you stammered out letting go once you reoriented yourself. The guy leading turned slightly towards you before readjusting your hand in his making sure not to let go. “N-no worries, one minute and we're there...” he announced in a soothing tone despite an outbreak of red flushing the top of his ears and the little bit of cheek you could see. 

True to his word less than a minute passed before there was a gap in the crowds and you both emerged into a smaller offshoot of the main walkway. You must be between stores where the garbage and back employee stairs were situated because the area was pretty empty opposed to the sidewalk not five feet away. The familiar individual in front of you released your hand and began digging in his jacket pockets now. Below the jacket was a simple white t-shirt followed by formal black pants. The t-shirt was snug not leaving much to the imagination as you felt yourself swallow hard. Part of his tongue popped out in the corner of his mouth as he kept searching for something. Your mind immediately goes, cute, at the small pink muscle wedged in the corner of his lips. “Miss, do you prefer sweet or salty food?” He formally inquired looking up with a smile. He managed to fish out some candies from his pockets alongside what looked like a few candy wrappers and some pocket lint. 

You blinked at the unappetizing handful  in his outstretched hand before studying his face again. It was driving you crazy how familiar he looked. Though another part of you couldn’t help but assert you wouldn’t forget a face this attractive and boyish.  A lazy smile graced his face as he looked you in the eyes holding forward his hand of proffered treasures. The way he expectantly looked at you reminded you instantly of a golden retriever. He was convinced that his outstretched handful would solve whatever issue made you double over in the street. “I bet it’s low blood sugar! My grandma has to deal with that so I got in the habit of carrying around a couple of candies in case she needs a little boost!” He gave a short laugh before reaching back to scratch his head with his free hand “but to be totally honest I usually end up eating it all and it’s really more of an excuse to keep candies on hand all the time…” he paused clearly still waiting for you to take one of the brightly wrapped sweets. His expression clearly reflecting that he could never imagine you not wanting one of the slightly melted goodies.

“Oh…okay, thank you?” Your response came out as more of a question then you intended as you glanced down and bridged your hand half way between you two before pausing. The wrappings were unfamiliar and you had no idea what exactly you were taking. A sarcastic voice in your head couldn’t help but quip, Good idea let's take candy from the stranger now that you’ve followed him into an alley.

He watched you, his smile never fading as you glanced up to make eye contact again a small furrow of confusion on your brow. He looked down at his own hand before exclaiming, “Oh! Right so this one is a little sour it’s got like a tangy…” the older teen continued to ramble on. His voice faded into the background as your brain went 100 miles per hour trying to catch up to everything happening. You definitely knew this guy. Was he a coworker's friend? That didn’t explain how the hell you ended up in a city. His candy spiel apparently ended as he looked up at you tilting his head to the side slightly. 

A light bulb suddenly went off in your head as you exclaimed out loudly pointing as if you had the answer to a game of Pictionary. “Yu! Haibara Yu!” 

Chapter 2

[adoremexxs]

What if…Rui and Zohakuten both had a crush on the reader? Would they hold a sort of competition? One up each other? Would their friendship become strained? What would they think if they both confessed and reader liked them both, would they be willing to be in a poly relationship? Have a good day/night! :}

Rivalry

this was actually hard to think abt

no warnings besides curse words

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Rui had liked you for a long, long time. In fact, ever since he first saw you.

That’s why he befriended you so fast, clinging onto your side and making Zohakuten extremely jealous.

He was mad that his best friend had his attention on someone else other than him! Who was this person and how did they get Rui to be so obsessive?!

He didn’t understand it until he started hanging out with you.

You were so sweet and patient with him. It made him sick. Your voice coaxing him to tell him what’s wrong and comforting him. Now he knows why Rui likes you so much.

Rui often hung out with you. He basically ditched Zohakuten for you.

It left Zohakuten in a depressed mood and made him despise you even more. He hated how you made him feel relaxed and vulnerable and he hated that you strained his and Rui’s relationship.

He could clearly see that Rui liked you. A lot.

Especially when Rui started to post pictures of you and him on social media. Just little hang out photos without him. It made Zohakuten want to puke. He felt…discarded.

Rui also started to comment under your social media posts, being all too friendly.

He was touchy with you in person. You and Rui were inseparable. Until he had to go on vacation. He tried to get you to come but ain’t no way your parents are going to let you go on vacation with some boy!

So you were stuck with Zohakuten. You felt bad that you guys just left him out.

Zohakuten wasn’t very pleased with you. He kept himself distant from you at first until he kinda warmed up.

He took you to the waterpark with him and you tried to drown him.

It backfired. You guys also got screamed at by the lifeguards.

Rui had texted you throughout his entire vacation but when you wouldn’t respond, he would get a bit upset. He expected your full attention always. What could possibly have you so busy that you can’t answer him?

Zohakuten was the answer.

You came to realize that Zohakuten was a lot more fun than Rui. He set off illegal fireworks with you, run around Walmart and troll people. All Rui wanted to do was talk and sleep and try to get you to hold his hand all the time

Zohakuten was entertaining. He opened up to you a bit, talked about his family which surprised you. Only Rui really knows about Zohakuten’s family issues but Zohakuten felt comfortable enough to tell you.

You were honored.

Whenever Rui came back, you left Zohakuten out again. Or well, he did. Rui got mad whenever Zohakuten would try and say something to you and say something snarky to him. Zohakuten would usually keep his mouth shut because it’s his best friend. He doesn’t want to lose him. Until one day…

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Rui was clinging onto you and Zohakuten had said something about physical appearance and Rui made the nastiest comment out of sheer jealousy.

“(Y/N), (Y/N), aren’t Zohakuten’s purple veins weird? He’s like some kind of alien.”

You frowned as Rui giggled, pulling you closer to him. You felt bad for Zohakuten.

You went to say something but you got interrupted.

“Rui, what the FUCK?!” Zohakuten’s face was twisted into an angry expression, far angrier than what you have seen. “You are not one to be judging how I look! You’re being fucking rude just because you like (Y/N). Well, guess what? I like them too and you can’t just be an asshole because you like them. You pushed me away these past 3 months and discard me like I’m some kind of ragdoll. I have feelings too, Rui!”

Zohakuten had screamed at him and caused people to look in your direction. Wow! This was too much to handle! Both of your best guy friends like you and are fighting over you!

“Like bro, if you came to me and told me that you like them, I would have let you have them,” Zohakuten frowns, resisting the overwhelming urge to sock his best friend in the damn face, “You don’t have to make me LOOK BAD because you want to seem better than me.”

Rui was dumbfounded. “Zohakuten, (Y/N) clearly likes me more-“

“YOU JUST MISSED THE WHOLE POINT!” Zohakuten was furious. He gets humiliated and now Rui doesn’t pay attention to the key points of his scolding.

“Why don’t we just ask (Y/N) who she wants to date?” Rui shrugs. He obviously knew it was going to be him. He had treated you the kindest and Zohakuten was…well, not the kindest person people knew.

“Dude. Are you fucking for real?”

“Yeah. (Y/N), which one of us do you like more?” Rui turns to you, giving you a dashing smile. It was his attempt to win you over and Zohakuten just looks at you in disbelief.

Your eyes dart back and forth between the two.

Who will you choose?

[strawberry-clownie]

Okay why I’m in a hyper mood and its on the mind, there’s something I wanted to discuss. So as I got into the second movie, something bothered me from it that I haven’t really found, probably because TBT is everywhere currently and I am late, but, every other species of Trolls were different with mythological elements. Classical Cherubs, Country Centaurs, Techno Mermaids……Llama Funk? Yeah idk about them but moving forward, the Rocks being so much like the Pop Trolls bothered me. Like yeah I get that wasn’t even in the minds of the guys making the first movie when they did, but like…. :( I hate it. So there’s one I thought would be interesting in concept that fits with Rock to me; Vampires. But more specifically, vampire bats. I mean they had Ozzy and he bit the head off of a bat COME ON.

I have a Barb redesign in the works with that concept but like, its there. They were what looks like in a cave at the Rock concert at the end, and imagine the cool gem aesthetics that go in caves? How different they could look? Its mostly tying into my adopted Branch au, but like. Whats more rock then being winged bat vampires?

[adore-mimy]

Hey guys. I finally have this written part of Floyd’s introduction plus a bit of part 1 of his story

Warning for cussing.

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I saw my brother, much older than I thought but it’s like that when you haven’t seen him in 20 years. I want to hug him. I want to hug him so bad. Branch…but I know I don’t deserve to. Branch stood there, facing me, his stunned look slowly shifting into anger. He dropped my mask and got up and walked away from me.

I saw the pink troll walk towards Branch. It looks to me that she knew he was angry cause she put her hand on his shoulder. I assume that they were close. I got my mask and got up off the ground only to groan in pain because of that damn kick to the gut the pink troll gave me earlier.

John walks to me surprised. I didn’t want to talk to him right now. Not ever actually but a conversation started up anyway. “How are you here?! I thought you trapped in a diamond prison?!” John said. “Diamond prison ?!” Branch and the pink troll said in unison. Shit I’m in for it now. “I escaped.” Quick response.

“How” John continued

“I…broke it.” I replied

“How did you break it without the perfect family harmony?” John continues his questioning

“I don’t remember…” I responded, hesitantly.

I really don’t remember how it happened. I just escaped from Velvet and Veneer and was just walking in a diamond for weeks and then a moment after that, I was out of the diamond an it was broken into pieces on the ground. That’s it. At least that’s how I remember it. I used those pieces for my weapons. Damn, my weapons, that’s what I forgot. How could I forget something like that and I’m traveling in the forest full of shadow monsters?

“Floyd!” I heard John yell. I didn’t realize how deep in thought I’ve gotten. I looked at him, with a slight annoyance because I came here to get resources not to chit-chat. “What?” I asked.

“Did you feel different after you broke out the diamond?” John asked

“What?” I asked, looking at John like he was stupid. I Mean how else would I feel after breaking out of something and not remembering how? Happy?

“Just answer!” John said.

It took me a moment but I finally remembered seeing my hand but it was more bigger and furry. “Yes, I guess I did feel a bit strange…”. There was silence for the moment then I looked at him again. “Why did you you ask me that?” I asked, now getting suspicious.

“Cause I know how you ‘broke’ out the diamond.” John responded, itching his head. He’s hiding something.

“What do you mean ‘you know’”? I asked, sternly this time.

John continues to itch his head and looked away. “I don’t really know how to explain it..”

I wasn’t in the mood to question him more. I looked at Branch and the pink troll that was with him. “How you’ve been doing Branch?” I asked. I wasn’t expecting an answer.

“Tch, I don’t know…you tell me.” Branch glared at me with piercing blue eyes. “Oh yeah, I forgot, you can’t, can you?”

I should say I wasn’t expecting a ‘nice’ answer. I hate the sarcasm. It reminds me of myself and….dad. Dirty old man.

I sighed. “Look, you’re mad at me and I understand that. I’m mad at myself for leaving too. I should’ve known better than to leave you by yourself with…grandma.” I hesitated towards the end.

Branch’s glare turned confused. “Why did you hesitate saying ‘grandma’?” He asked.

Do I really want to tell him this? That I’ve saw what happened to Grandma and thought he was dead all these years? My head hurts thinking about this.

“Hello?” Branch spoke again. “What’s wrong with you? You never spaced out this much before.”

He’s right I haven’t been doing that a lot. “I’m just trying to find an answer to your question.” I responded. That was a lie. I didn’t want to find an answer to his question.

Branch sighed roughly. He was getting annoyed with me. “I don’t want to know anymore.” He said turning and walked away from me.

I shook my head. That wasn’t a great start of the band getting back together. What a letdown. The pink troll however, walked up to me and greeted me with a smile.

“Hi, I’m poppy, Branch’s girlfriend. I’m sorry for kicking your side before.” She said. Poppy? As in Queen poppy?

“You don’t happen to be the Queen of pop, are you?” I asked

“Oh yeah! I’m the queen of pop! But I not much for titles! Poppy is just fine!” She responded.

Holy shit. My brother is dating THE Queen poppy? I wasn’t there to see it happen… damn my fourteen year old heart for wanting a solo career.

“It’s such an honor to meet you.” I said. I was unsure if I should bow down or not.

“It’s fine!” Poppy said. She started looking ate my stapled stomach. This is gonna be fun to explain.

Earlier…..

“Ugh! This is pointless! We need all the brozone members, Veneer! You only got one!” The mount Rageon known as Velvet said. I can’t believe I’m captured once again. And by teenagers at that. I thought Bergens were the worst things ever. These teens are the death of me. Literally. “I know! I know! This one was the closest that I could get Vels! He was lonely looking.” The other mount Rageon know as Veneer spoke. They were arguing again for about the fourth time about them only having me. It’s giving me a headache. “Why are you guys doing this?! I know you’re upset for not having strong singing vocals at the moment but that’s all what practice is for!” I spoke, really hoping they would get my point. “Oh hush up troll! You don’t know what it’s like not having a talented singing voice!” Velvet spoke again.

“You’re right, I don’t know what it’s like, but I do know how to help you in getting to that point.” I said, leaning against the diamond I was caged in. Velvet looked down on me and scoffed. “ Like Hell, I would let a troll teach me how to sing. Please!” She laughs. Veneer looks at me softly for a moment until Velvet shoves him a bit. “I hope you’re not letting this troll get to you, right ?” She asked. Veneer backed away from the diamond and shook his head rapidly,

“Of course not! Why would I want to consider that obviously stupid idea?” Veneer spoke.

“Good! For a second there I thought you were. Besides why practice when we can take the easy way?” Velvet spoke happily.

“Easy way?” I repeated

Noticing my confusion, Velvet had picked up my diamond cage and started to spray herself. I started to feel pain in every ounce of my body. I groaned in agony as I fell to the side of the diamond. Almost passed out, I all of sudden heard a beautiful and powerful singing vocal come from Velvet. Right…how could I forget

“See? Easy!” She said, singing that last part of her short sentence. “I feel better already! Your turn?” Velvet pointed me towards Veneer. Veneer hesitated. “I’ll probably wait till the show. That way I’ll be ready as I go on! Since we only have this one troll.” He said.

“yeah, if this troll could just spit out the information on where his other brothers are!” Velvet said.

“I already told you, I don’t know! I haven’t seen them since we broke the band up…” I spoke. Now I’m thinking of something that I didn’t want to remember. Now all I can see was the sadness on Branch’s face when I left him. I looked at my faded hands and feet. I’m starting to think this being captured thing is something that I deserve.

“Ugh, whatever. Since the first encounter with, when Veneer caught you the first time and you played dead, we’re really gonna keep an eye on you now!” Velvet spoke.

“Great.” I said sarcastically. Hold on…they’ll keep a closer eye on me? That means they’ll check on me a lot.

I have an Idea.

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Hope you enjoyed the reading (it’s been while since I written this much so hope you enjoyed it and I hope I didn’t have many spelling errors 😭)

[alien-mil]

Royal! AU based on a dream I had. I’m making Slugs still canon

Eli is a rouge runaway (AKA SURFACE) and he has been invited to join a community gathering in the castle gardens in the Kingdom of Orientem (it’s google translate for east) Eli has heard about this Kingdom since he was able to talk and so when he is casted out from his own home he sets off to the gathering.

Walking through the gardens Eli meets a Troll, they make conversation. Kord explains how he became a knight. He is know in the Kingdom to be born from the best Blacksmiths, Kord was meant to follow in the family’s footsteps but as he was in training a customer had been attacked, Kord had fought off the attacker and saved who he soon find out was the Prince. Kord wasn’t any normal Knight he was the Prince’s first hand Knight. Eli not picking up that if Kord was there so is the Prince (he is too interested in Kord’s Story) The two talk about Slugs, Eli ask questions about Kord’s home as Eli is a new comer, Kord does the same, Eli ask what’s brings Kord to the gardens and Kord is brought to a realisation he needs to change the guards. Saying he’ll see Eli later at the festival.

Eli realising the Garden is bigger than expected because he is no where near halfway, he meets a second person well Mole person but details. This Pronto was the greatest explorer and traveler there is to know. He’s been to all corners of their globe. Monologue after monologue, Eli is finding that he enjoys it for some reason. As Eli ask Pronto what brings him to the gardens Pronto explains how this is his second home, his family live in the 99 Kingdom and has no way to go back. He explains how he is meant to be inline for the next Molanoid throne but he finds no interest. Explaining once he’s done his adventures he will return to rule and hasn’t been back since. Eli finds sadness about the story but Pronto assures him everything has been taken care of which brightens the mood. With that Pronto declares he will help Eli see the most he can around the garden and enjoy it.

After making it to the halfway point with his new companion Eli admires the white cherry blossom trees. Walking around to the biggest of the trees admiring how, compared to the others, is a bright pink and then he bumps into someone. The person who was previously standing over Eli helping him up and now talking to him was Trixie. She was a local of the Kingdom, a noble but she hates the title because she has to talk to suitors at the Royal balls. Trixie was great to talk to, her and Pronto got on like firecrackers which was kind of terrifying to witness. As Eli and Pronto moved on from the trees, Trixie did too, saying she was third wheeling her friends and wanted to talk to someone not from Orientem. And so Eli talked, probably the most in his whole life with Trixie and Pronto. Pronto breaking into monologue, Trixie butting in the question if Pronto actually did those things. It was great, if only Kord joined him. Then Eli asked Trixie what she’s doing in the garden, apart from third wheeling, she replied saying she wanted to see the Cherry Blossoms again. As the event is a once every decade experience.

The two realised they were needed for total seperate meetings. Trixie said her friends are panicking about where she is, and Pronto says that an apprentice needs help with cartography, both Trixie and Pronto leave to the right of the garden seemingly a shortcut out. So Eli accepts these reasonings with nothing but gratitude and good nature and continues to wonder. The rest of the gardens trail was absolutely beautiful, all the colours seemed the best by the end of the trail and more vibrant. Eli not realising for several minutes that no one is along the trail anymore. Even before running into the others there had been plenty of people walking around. This garden is that big, but now it’s just Eli…

And a man in a white and gold robe who is standing under a purple wisteria tree. The tree is gorgeous but Eli’s attention was on the man. He was lean and seemed to have some muscle on him, not as much as Kord, his dark hair was long and flowing in the wind. His eyes where dark brown like Eli could lose himself with in the darkness within them. But his face was pearly and sharp, covered in kindness. Eli had never seen a man like him. He introduces himself as Junjie, Eli is familiar but he’s not sure where from. Junjie says he’s been looking forward to meeting Eli, asking about what he means Junjie explains that whoever comes through the garden has potential to become the prince’s suitor if he so chooses. Eli then goes on in absolute shock that he’s got no idea who he is. It’s then Junjie’s turn to continue explaining. The whole reason for the garden is to show beauty, and look for it, but not the physical beauty. Junjie explains yes Eli is attractive but he’s also kind and curious. He was able to make friends along he garden and still gave them gratitude when they left. Junjie tells how they will be able to learn each other and become friends but at the moment Eli is a suitor for Junjie if he so wishes.

Eli explains how he wants to be friends first, or at least be able to trust each other and Junjie agrees disappointed but will try since Eli is the only suitor he has liked and maybe gets to love.