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going-to-ikea-for-the-fries · 7 months

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Home Pt.5 || cbf!Simon "Ghost" Riley

Rating: M Words: 1.2K Pairing: cbf!Simonxafab!reader / teen!Simonxteen!Reader Summary: Teen Simon and his best friend often spend their nights away from their respective houses because they found a home in each other… CW: fear of being home, domestic abuse (mentioned), homelessness (if you squint). Tags: you/your pronouns, a bit angsty, teen romance, underage drinking, British slang (attempted), British military (attempted accuracy). a/n: not proofread. prepare yourselves for angst soon! DOUBLE CHAPTER BABYYYY.

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6:16 P.M.

You kept repeating the time of arrival in your head as you dash into the station, all giddy and excited.

Three months without him had felt lke an eternity.

It was dark out and kind of rainy, courtesy of it being early Winter. But it didn’t matter to you. He was on Christmas leave! He was coming home to you!

You put on something cute today, actually putting in the effort, getting your hair cut and spending a bit of the money he sent you to buy a new outfit, just for him.

He had left for “Phase One” aka Basic Training in September. It had been rough without him. Many things had changed, even over just mere 3 months.

You watched the train pull into the station and the passengers begin to exit, walking past and around you as you stand under one of the orange-lettered electronic sign announcing the arrival of the Leeds-Manchester train.

It took a second to spot him in the sea of people, but, eventually you did. It was hard not to… Because he’d already begun beelining toward you like a hunting hound, eyes locked in.

You rushed forward as well and just barely evaded crashing onto a random person’s side as you pushed toward him. Then, you threw your arms around him, and he wrapped his around you.

Before you even had time to think, Simon was cupping your chin with his hand and pressing his lips onto yours in a kiss that stole your breath away. It felt like you were floating, finally able to kiss the boy you love after months of not seeing him.

His kiss was hungry, his hands gripping onto you and around you, rough fingers digging into your back, as his tongue wrapped in yours. He leaned forward ever so slightly, causing you to bend back over his arms, in a mock dip.

By the time you pulled away, you were panting for air and absolutely breathless, your eyes welling up with tears as you looked up at him. His lips and yours were equally as red, and the way his shoulders raised and dipped make you realize he was just as out of breath as you.

“Hi…!” You greeted him with a trembling bottom lip while he straightened you both a bit. You could hear the rustling of his bergen backpack as he returned you both to your original positions, standing firmly.

“Oi, darlin’.” Simon replies, his brown eyes trailing over the sight of you. “Fuck, you look good.” He says and burrows his face in your neck and hair for a second, breathing you in.

It made you ticklish, but you closed your eyes while leaning into his embrace, your own face hiding in his strong chest. “I missed you…” You both grumbled at the same time, and that made you both snort a chuckle.

When you finally pulled away a bit, your eyes traced over the sight of him as well, allowing yourself to finally get confirmation of all the things you’ve imagined about his evolution and physical changes after the academy.

“You look different.” You mused, which caused him to look down at himself as well, like he hasn’t noticed the difference between his changes beyond the fact he put on weight.

You were pretty sure he was taller. You knew that you were taller too, but he definitely felt like he grew more than you did. He was also a bit bulkier, his chest and arms and shoulders and neck and hands… All of him, really, felt harder, stronger.

“That a bad thing?” He asked you playfully and you found yourself chuckling a bit. By that point, the train platform was basically void of people, leaving you two almost alone.

“No… Just find it surprising, to be quite honest.” You admitted and he took you by the hand, pulling you close as you began walking out of the station together.

He murmured something about having “other ways to surprise you” while he nudged you along to lead the way to the car in the car park outside.

You think back on the way he was during that Christmas leave while you watch the way he acts around your friend group now, 6 months later.

You’re sixteen. He’s seventeen.

It’s July… And Simon’s different.

Granted, it’s been the better part of a year since he went to Basic Training, but he’s… very different.

In December, he had already begun being formatted into a soldier… But now you can tell that he really is one. He walks around stiffly, shoulders squared, back straight, chin raised… Even when he’s standing about drinking and laughing and telling jokes…

You sip your beer quietly and look at him from across the room as he talks with the lads, telling them all sorts of stories. He stands taller and more muscular than the rest of them. It’s so jarring.

His hair is no longer a buzzcut like it was last time you saw him. But it’s also not the french crop/caeser cut he used to rock before shaving it off. It’s essentially a crew cut now, a bit longer on top, buzzed on the sides.

His face looks better. No longer is there a nasty, permanent bruise on his cheek, or hollowed out cheeks from barely eating and smoking too much weed to make up for it. He still has eye bags but they’re much less prominent. He looks like he actually eats and sleeps decently now.

He’s bulked up even more than he had already. He’s all broad-shouldered and toned, his arms wrapped around yours no longer feeling as comforting as they used to. They’re not as soft… And you find yourself craving that softness again.

You still look the same. Still feel the same.

You’ve just graduated, and have no prospects as of yet. Not that you necessarily need any. The money he’s sent you (which you've been saving) is more than enough to keep you afloat while you’re biding time to follow Simon’s plan.

So, in the mean time, you’ve still been coming here, to the pub, nearly every week, spending time with Oliver and Emily, Archie, Jack, Harry, and the new addition, Poppy, Harry’s girlfriend.

And all other nights, well… you spend them alone. In the back of Mr. Riley’s car, with a blanket and a pillow, catching whatever sleep you can before the sun rises and you’ve got to drop off the car at the Riley residence and rush yourself back home (and to school, up until recently).

Things at home are more difficult. Your dad’s gotten worse. And you don’t want to imagine how Mr. Riley is as well. Simon probably knows, probably gets letters from his mum. You’ve never had the guts to go up to their front door, introduce yourself, and establish a connection. And you don't feel like you should ask.

You miss him a lot every night. You’re sure his mum and Tommy do too. It was simpler when Simon was around. When you’d have him by your side every night, holding you close and kissing the crown of your head, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, making promises, making you laugh.

It’s lonely without him… but it’ll all be worth it! He’s already done with Basic, now he’ll do a few more months of ITT at the Parachute Regiment and then… before you know it, he’ll be 18 and serving the country and you’ll move in with him, like he promised!

You’ve handled a year. What’a few more months?

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seoul-bros · 4 months

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Jikook Week 24 Complete ✔️(21 - 28/05/2024)

Their twenty fourth week in the military is now complete and time to celebrate this milestone with a look back at this week in 2016.

This was The Most Beautiful Moment in Life: Young Forever era with BTS promoting Epilogue: Young Forever, Fire and Save Me from when the album was released on the 2nd May 2024.

In mid-May, BTS began filming Bon Voyage 1 with a trip to Scandinavia to celebrate their three year anniversary. The adventure began on the 15th when they were told their destination and that the staff would not be on hand to help them to organise tickets and food. They would also be assigned a budget which they could not exceed for each country. They asked for a student backpacking like trip and that is what they got.

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First was Norway followed by Sweden (19/05) and then Finland. They did a live from their first stop in Bergen, Norway on the 17/05/2016. It was the day after their arrival and Jungkook's coming of age celebration. This was the party where it was suggested they play rock paper scissors to see which one of them would give him a congratulatory kiss and only Jimin was up for it.

On the 19/05 they took a train trip and Jimin posted these photos on TwiX. Tired Kookie asleep on the train, que guapo!

Next they flew to Sweden and Jimin posted these photos looking handsome on the streets of Stockholm. They also did a group live.

On the 22/05 they were in Finland after cruising from Stockholm to Helsinki.

Unfortunately, RM losing his passport meant that he was unable to remain in Finland and had to take the first plane back to South Korea. It was not the way anyone wanted to finish the trip.

J-Hope and Jimin did a seven minute live in which they asked for suggestions on what to eat that night. Someone suggested lamb skewers and Jimin immediately thought Jungkook would love that.

They spent the afternoon in a sauna and playing games that ended in the loser having to jump into the cold water of the lake. Jimin ended up in the lake twice once accompanied by V and once by Suga.

Luckily there was a hot tub where they could all recover afterwards.

The next day it was JK and Yoongi's turn and lamb skewers were mentioned again, this time as a possible souvenir from their trip.

JK also talked about his early morning camera shoot and this is the amazing picture he took of the sunrise over the lake.

They arrived back in South Korea on 25/05/2016 and wow Jimin looked so cool walking through the airport.

I had so much fun watching the Bon Voyage 1 episodes and would recommend it to anyone who hasn't seen them yet. There were so many famous jikook moments that suddenly all slotted into place on the timeline.

Also these guys are the most forgetful group I've ever seen.

Jimin leaves his case on the airport bus and has to retrieve it

Hobi loses the ticket to the cable car which was luckily picked up a tourist and returned to him.

RM leaves his bag behind (but the staff actually retrieve it and give it back to him)

RM loses his passport and the replacement travel papers will only allow him to fly back to South Korea and not continue the vacation in Finland. He was so disappointed and the last leg of the trip wasn't the same without him.

V gets lost in the middle of nowhere after getting on the wrong bus from Stockholm airport and then getting off the bus at a random stop.

Post Date: 28/05/2024

#jikook #jeon jungkook #jungkook #jimin #park jimin #bts in the military #24 weeks completed

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pinkrose787 · 22 days

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Trolls: A Twist in Time Chapter 2 Sneak Peek!

The entire chapter is done. I just refuse to post it until Ao3 is back up. Probably will be posted in a few hours. Maybe noon EST (no gurantee, depends on class and when I wake up).

Anyway, here's part of the chapter.

Sneak Peek:

It’s been a week since that wind blew through the bunker. Branch has checked and rechecked everything a thousand times since then. Everything is in order. Exactly as it should be.

Well, not exactly.

There’s been some unexplained phenomena happening.

Sometimes, for just a brief moment, a room or area in the bunker will look different. Usually, from far away.

When he glanced at a wall there was a picture hung on it. It was hard to tell from the distance, but it looked like a photo of him with his brothers. When he blinked, it disappeared.

Another time one of his storage shelves looked like it was filled with scrapbooks. All of them were different colors and sizes. When Branch approached the shelf, they warped back to the ration jars that they should have been.

There aren’t any pictures on his walls, especially not any with his brothers. And he never has had a shelf filled with scrapbooks. He’s only ever had just one scrapbook, the one with him and his grandma. There’s never been more than that.

Not to mention, Branch has been having strange thoughts.

Yesterday, he went to go grab something from one of his storage rooms. When he grabbed the doorknob he thought, “Wait, this is Floyd’s bedroom. I should knock.”

Which is wrong. Completely. Entirely.

He hasn’t seen Floyd since BroZone broke up. Plus, Floyd has never been in his bunker much less had his own room in it.

Then there’s been these strange dreams. Normally, his dreams are nightmares. A confusing horrifying montage of every single trauma that Branch has gone through in his life.

But these new dreams are sweet and pleasant.

These dreams show him a world where he went with Poppy to Bergen Town. Where Bergens are no longer a threat. Where he ends up making friends. Where he dates Poppy. Where he sees his brothers again after so long. Where he’s happy. Where his life is great.

But these are all dreams. Nothing more.

Just his brain cruelly taunting him with images of what could have been had his life gone on a different course. If anything, they’re crueler than any nightmare he has. With them, he has to wake up and face the depressing bleakness of his life.

Maybe, it’s all the time he’s spent in the bunker getting to him. It has been a couple of weeks since he last saw the sun or other trolls. As much as he hates admitting it, he does need to be around other trolls, even if that is just him watching from a distance.

And he is running low on some supplies.

He grabs a backpack and heads towards the elevator out of the bunker.

#branch trolls #trolls #dreamworks trolls #a twist in time au #trolls fanfic

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mysticalibra1994 · 10 months

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If Floyd has a Boyfriend...

The reason why I put "If" is because out of all of the colorful and diverse characters out there, it kind of makes you wonder if being a part of the LGBTQ+ community is possible.

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If Floyd has a boyfriend, I can picture him being a cross of a Rock Troll from his late mom (she didn't get eaten by Bergens, instead, she got sick and the cure was too controversial to bring up) and Country Troll from his dad; he mostly takes after his mom.

His name would be "T-Bone" (sounds pretty "Rock" and is enjoyed mostly by Country fans), he loves trends (his favorite is "backpacking"), and he's extremely loyal when it comes to his loved ones.

T-Bone's very respectful when it comes to relationships; he never forces Floyd out to his brothers if he's not sure whether he told them or not.

After going on a few (or so) dates, you could tell how much they adore each other's company; thinking that it'll last forever... Then, suddenly, Floyd appears to be late. T-Bone starts to get worried; it's more than just "running late", something must've happened.

After accidentally overhearing John Dory mentioning that Floyd's been kidnapped by the Mount Rageons, T-Bone doesn't hesitate to try and follow him (using "Backpacking" as a cover). When Queen Barb notices this, T-Bone tells her "I'm sorry, your majesty. But, Floyd, he's more than just a friend. He's..."

Queen Barb assures him that she knows and she knew as they share one last embrace...

"Promise me you won't tell the others? I don't want them to worry about me." "I promise... Now, go get your man, you knucklehead."

After a few pit stops to freshen up (and to load up on essentials), T-Bone overhears not just John Dory, but Floyd's other brothers talking about the mission to save him. When he volunteers for the mission they ask of his relationship with Floyd...

"Uh... W-we're friends. Yeah, J-just friends. Unless if he's ever said anything else about me, then it could be more than that. But, if he didn't, then we're just friends. Yup..."

To which John Dory went "Cool, you can join us." and both Poppy and T-Bone have decided to talk for a bit.

"So, the way you talk about him... Do you, you know...? Like him?" "No," nodding his head, "I don't." "And those 'special meetings' was actually 'dates', right?" "No," nodding his head while smiling, "they're not". "Oh, T-Bone..." They embrace.

After a falling out with BroZone and Poppy, T-Bone chooses to go alone; he is still loyal to his boyfriend.

As he made sure he got there before Branch, he sighed with relief when he saw Floyd. But, his relief decreased suddenly when he saw the state Floyd's in; his hair was bleaching and his weak frame was fading from his talent. As the couple's eyes meet, all they can do is embrace between the diamond prison.

"T-Bone? T! Oh, how I missed you... Wait, how did you get here?" "It doesn't matter, what matters is that we're all here to save you!" "Wait, 'we'?" "Yeah, the queen of the Pop Trolls, Tiny Diamond, and your brothers! The latter is actually on their way." "No, you guys have to avoid this place!" "Wait, what? No, we've just got here to save you. We're not going back without you." "I don't care, you guys have to leave! Velvet and Veneer are on their way to kidnap all of you for your talent!" "I don't care," trying not to cry. "I love you, Floyd! I-I can't live without you..."

The sweet moment turns bitter when Velvet grabs T-Bone. "Aw, what a sweet moment... Too bad I hate sweets."

Now, they're locked in the same Diamond prison (it was Veneer's idea... he's not that heartless).

"D-don't worry, Floyd. We can get out. Just like the emergency brochures say: all we have to do is to aim for the corners." "T-" "Yeah, you get those corners, I'll get these-" "T-Bone, wait-" "-and then we'll b-" "T-Bone! Look, I've tried to escape. But, nothing can break a Diamond. Except for the Perfect Family Harmony." "But, we- we can't just give up. I can't..."

Floyd hates seeing him like this, so they embrace for what seems to be a while.

"I'm sorry... For all of this." "It's not your fault, Floyd. Nobody could've predicted this." "If it makes you feel better, I almost got to Veneer. It turns out that he's only 'evil' because his sister's forcing him to. I can see him coming, you know what to do..." "I know, but the last time I kept trying to sing that song, I couldn't stop crying. But, for you, I'll do anything..."

As Veneer comes into the room to look for something, T-Bone sings the first part of "Dreamin' Of You (Tonight)"; the one song that his late mom would sing along with the cassette player. Veneer starts getting flashbacks of that song in the movie that would make him cry during the first 2 minutes of it. It looks like it's working... Except when Velvet shows up to get their equipment set up.

The big showdown... Crimp got T-Bone out due to a secret latch that Velvet and Veneer don't know about. T-Bone is almost out, but when he turns around to see Floyd, his heart sinks; Floyd's too weak to sit up.

"F-Floyd?" "I'm sorry, I love you... Crimp, now."

Before T-Bone could say "Wait, what?", Crimp pulls him away from him and the diamond prison. Veneer noticed something, but he pretended not to. When Branch notices this, how T-Bone is looking up to where Floyd is being kept, and remembers the small convo he had with Poppy, he realizes something... Floyd has his own special loved one who was willing to give up his life and talent.

Then, after the diamonds had been broken, Floyd used the last remaining of his talent. Everyone could only watch as Branch caught the descending Floyd. T-Bone's heart breaks as his eyes well up with tears. Veneer saw this as he carefully carried the crying Country-Rock Troll in his hands. Velvet glares at her brother.

"Ugh, seriously?! You're befriending a Troll instead of harnessing its talent?!" "Haven't we done enough damage, Velvet?! Not sure if it's too late, but I am D-O-N-E finished with being evil."

Then, a miracle happened... Floyd's alive! The rest of the BroZone, Poppy, and Viva warmly embraces him. As Floyd looks up, he sees Veneer smiling (knowing that he's okay) as he carries T-Bone. As he gently pushes them away, Branch helps him to his feet once he gets all of his talent back. The bros were a bit confused when Floyd made his way to Veneer.

"Uh, Floyd? What are you doing?" "Guys, I'd like you to meet a very special Troll in my life. Veneer, let him down gently."

Veneer does so as T-Bone continues to weep. Floyd couldn't help but find this adorable.

"Hey, T-Bird. What's wrong?" "I-it's my boyfriend. He's g-gone from my life, that's what's wrong..." "Well, I wouldn't say that I'm completely gone from your life."

By the time T-Bone opens his eyes, he happily jumps into Floyd's arms in a loving embrace while everyone else watches.

"F-Floyd? How is this? I thought I'd never... Holy briquettes, I'm just so happy...!" "I know, smoky. I know... Let it all out." "I'm never letting you go!" "I won't hold it against ya!"

By the time they (eventually) let go, Floyd only had one thing to say...

"Guys, I'd like you to meet my boyfriend... T-Bone."

Then, his brothers surprised the couple...

"Oh, we've met him before." "Yeah, he seems like a nice guy." "I'm proud that you have someone in your life, bro." "What a lucky Troll you are to have him, he wouldn't hesitate to save you!"

Now, it's the couple's turn...

"T-Bone, you've done all of that for me?" "No, I did it for us. I even used Backpacking as a cover so the Rock Trolls wouldn't worry." "Oh, you smoked cherry..."

Not only did they embrace, but they also kissed with the roar of applause from the other Mount Rageons in the background. For the first time in forever, they feel complete.

#trolls 3 #Trolls Band Together #BroZone #Trollsona #Floyd

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lixxen · 8 months

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can you tell us more about Grayer and their relationship with JD?

Of course!! I love talking about my boys :)

I'm gonna do this in bullet points so I can easily edit it as I go lol. These details pertain to both my Feral Branch AU, mentions of my my troll reproduction PowerPoint world building, and it's just his character in general :)

My playlist for them

Rest of the post is UTC to save everyone from chunky TL

To start off, some background about Grayer: he is alt rock/pop rock. His father is a rock troll and his mother is a pop troll who is one of many to escape the troll tree about ten years before the beginning of Trolls 1 (I can do a whole thing on them). The two fell in love, got married, and ran off to the Never Glade Trail to have Grayer. His dad carried him, so he's more like his dad (Granite and Flora are their names)

Grayer is the same age as Bruce, so a few years younger than JD. He grew up on the trail and takes care of the family's garden (which is basically a mini farm). He and his parents are big survivalists, so he knows how to survive pretty much on his own with just a backpack on his back full of a few items. He's rather quiet with patience, but with a quick ignition to fight at things he's passionate about; being raised by a very passive rock troll who is peace and love then pretty much the most metal head pop troll you'll ever meet. His mom's a spitfire with the heat of a thousand suns. But she's very sweet <3

Back then, he actually dressed in alt style; wearing a ton of baggy ripped black cargo pants, t-shirts of rock groups his dad gave him, some crop tops with fistnet tops underneath, the whole works. Eyeliner. Black stuffed bracelets and a choker. Troll's version of Docs (but the older, better quality ones y'know?). Now days, he's just plain Jane because he's older and doesn't have as much energy to keep up with it

Within John Dory's first few years, he struggled a lot. He traveled through Trolltopia and met a ton of people. They weren't the kindest, but understood the situation with Pop. So they would help and send him on his way towards Never Glade.

When he finally got there, he basically fell face first down. He lost half of his equipment and got horribly lost. He was optimistic and trying to act brave about being lost with not as many supplies. He realized he was way in over his head; he was some boy band dude who had a dream without much training. Dude is doomed by the narrative

Grayer, while out, found John Dory. He saw JD's fire in the distance and went to investigate it. He saw JD, who was different than the other trolls who would stop by his family's home. Normally he saw various Rock, Country, or random sub genre trolls come through either for the underground cross genre clubs or for hiking.

He actually watched JD for a bit. He was nervous to approach him at first. But after watching JD fail miserably to do a ton of very basic survival things, he decided to step in. He faked them running into each other and was like "you don't look too good! Let me help you :)"

JD automatically accepted it. This dude was doing BAD. The dude was debating on finding his way back to the Troll Tree. It was that bad. He'd rather be eaten by a Bergen than die out there where nobody would know what happened to him.

He also was amazed by some random troll about his age living out here.

So Grayer taught JD how to survive out there. JD learned how to properly get drinking water, patch wounds, make basic things, garden and gather food. The works! Literally he gave him survival classes-

JD was welcomed into the home by the parents. Grayer's mom was shocked to see another pop troll and she let him stay. She couldn't let the poor kid die out there or go back. She knew what that meant

Grayer and JD slowly grew close; bonding over music. JD would perform BroZone songs for him, to which Grayer would watch with the biggest dopey grin on his face

During this time, Grayer got into a nasty fight with one of the spider things. His hair got caught and he had to cut it off. He spends nights crying about his hair, but then styles it down. That's why it's short and looks like that. He keeps it short due to him living like that for so long.

Eventually, Grayer started to bring JD to the underground clubs that existed on the Trail. They were ran by outcasts and trolls who basically got ran out of their respected kingdoms for different reasons. Some where rebellious trolls looking for fun; or they just liked the scene. The two became prominent on the scene as "the love birds". Everyone knew them and some recognized JD from BroZone

Grayer's parents actually helped establish these clubs and underground community. They make clubs out of old hollow dead trees and then undergrown tunnel systems. They helped make the first few, since Grayer's dad was in construction. He doesn't run any of them. He just did the manual labor and helped perform multiple times. Grayer's family is just respected in the scene. There's about five families they're in kahoots with (I can expand on this if anyone wants).

Plus, they help trolls in need on the trail so people tend to know about the random trolls who help save people from death in the wild

Eventually, they ran into Floyd. Floyd was running with the alt/emo/grunge trolls. Some metalheads also. He was also running with a young Riff, who was only two years younger than Floyd. Floyd also has an underground career by now and has a mini indie grunge rock band suprisingly. (Riff's parents run one of the clubs and Riff lives with his grandad and little sister in the Rock Kingdom. Riff is Floyd's drummer and companion. They met in a grunge club in the Rock Kingdom. Floyd was gray for a while and passed as Rock). Floyd is excited to see his brother and he bonds with Grayer automatically

Floyd and Grayer have a heart to heart; talking about how Grayer is in love with JD. Floyd said that if Spruce and Grandma was there, they'd give their blessing. But since they're not and he is, he gave him his blessing.

Floyd 🤝 Grayer: being in love with their companion (past Riff/Floyd moment. They're just besties now y'know??)

JD and Grayer party a LOT during these years

Queue up JD punching some jerk for trying to come onto Grayer and then getting into a brawl outside of a club with the dude. Riff pulls strings to get them not banned from every club on the trail. Part of it is Grayer's parents being staples for making a safe underground scene on the Trail, but Grayer gives Riff the credit.

Around the eight year mark, Grayer finds baby Rhonda. She was abandoned by her mom so Grayer took her in. He gave her to JD as a birthday gift! That's how they know Rhonda so well. She's basically their baby :)

Grayer, at the ten year mark, confesses his love to JD. JD looks flabbergasted before saying he wanted to ask Grayer that. He was waiting for the right moment to ask Grayer if they could commit to one another. They were practically dating

So, they get married :)

JD braids Grayer's hair into the back of his hair, just in case one day he goes back to BroZone; so from the front you can't see it but the back you can. Grayer braids JD's hair more visibly in the front and wears it with pride.

The two are a grumpy old couple. They're very sarcastic but loving to each other, especially after marriage.

Did I mention that earlier? The two are a sarcastic and sassy power couple. They don't take shit and behind the scenes are very loving.

As the years go on, they don't have any eggs surprisingly. Everyone is shocked, but the two are perfectly fine with it. It happens sometimes; not every troll produces the viable eggs.

Grayer's parents die by the fifteen year mark, and they leave everything to Grayer and JD. They are pretty much set for life. So they're pretty much domestic besides when JD wants to go on adventures.

Speaking of which; JD goes on adventures sometimes, which leaves Grayer alone for a few weeks at most. The two are fine with it as long as JD tells Grayer about it. Normally it'll be in the form of the little bat dudes, like Queen Barb's bat Debbie. They have a flock of them that live around them. They feed them, so three or four will follow John Dory sometimes when he goes on adventures. They will basically bring communication back and forth

So, to the Trolls 3 plot

Riff comes back after World Tour to tell them about Branch!! He's alive and saved everyone!! Plus the pop trolls are free :)

JD sends a letter out to Floyd, who doesn't respond. He gets worried and decides to go try the Troll Tree, thinking that's where Floyd went. He tells Grayer he'll be back in a week and Grayer kisses him bye

That week turns into a month.

Grayer is worried sick and he can tell a ton of things are happening (because of the marriage stuff. If you don't read the PowerPoint then ignore this detail). JD doesn't respond to any of his messages, as they never get to him

Like, he's convinced JD is either dying or something bad has happened. He's hoping that JD isn't abandoning him.

He goes from being worried sick to being pissed because what the fuck his husband up and left and is clearly okay and alive!!! HE CAN TELL! JD CAN FEEL HIS DISTRESS!!

Grayer gets pissed, especially when Riff comes back to tell him about BroZone. He was happy for JD, but SEND YOUR HUSBAND A LETTER TO TELL HIM YOURE ALIVE!!!

So what does he do?

He throws JD's clothing out of the window in a fit of rage. Like. The dude is PISSED. He is what, in his 30's and his husband disappeared and could have been dead! He's having a moment. Let him be angry for the first time towards his husband

JD comes home during this.

JD stares in horror at the sight of his clothing being tossed out the window and he starts to scramble to grab them and get into the pod

Grayer sobs his little heart out to JD, who holds him and apologizes. JD explains everything. Grayer feels kinda dumb but vocalizes his feelings. The two come to an understanding

And eventually, he would meet BroZone and they'd enjoy him :)

#trolls #dreamworks trolls #john dory #trolls john dory #john dory trolls #trollsona #trolls oc #john dory x oc #anon ask #ask #feral branch au #feral au

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tysmr · 9 months

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Trolls ASMR Comfort Script with Veneer

setting: Picture yourself tucked away in a sparkling burrow, nestled in a mountain of fluffy pillows. Glittery fairy lights twinkle overhead, casting dancing shadows on the rainbow-painted walls. Veneer, his antennae drooping slightly, shuffles in with a mug of fizzy bubble juice and a plate of shimmery sugar cookies.

(Veneer plops down beside you, his big, glittery eyes filled with concern.)

Veneer: Whoa there, friend! What's with the sprinkle shower on your cheeks? Did a grumpy Bergen rain cloud follow you all the way here? Don't you worry, we'll chase it away faster than you can say "glitter bomb!"

(He places the mug and cookies near you, then gently pats your arm with his glittery hand.)

Veneer: Crying is like a sparkly waterfall for your feelings, you know? Sometimes, they gotta flow, like confetti bursting open with all the colors of your heart. Let it out, don't be shy! Each teardrop is a tiny diamond, precious and shimmering. They carry what's been buggin' you, and that's okay. Sometimes, holding things alone makes your backpack glitter-glue-heavy. But don't you worry, friend, cry it all out – we'll share the weight, like best sparkly buddies always do.

(Veneer takes a sip of his bubble juice, the fizzing sound like miniature rainbows bursting on his tongue.)

Veneer: Even the bravest Trolls cry sometimes, you know! Branch gets teary-eyed over Poppy's flower crowns, Biggie sheds glitter- lágrimas when his harmonica goes missing, and me? Well, let's just say I might get a little misty when I see a particularly spectacular sunrise. But crying ain't weakness, it's like a glitter shower for your soul! It shows you're feeling your feelings, and that's what makes you, well, YOU!

(He pulls out a seashell, its surface swirling with iridescent colors.)

Veneer: Close your eyes, hold this close. Listen to the ocean's whispers, its lullaby of sparkly calm. Let its rhythm mix with your sobs, like a glittery serenade for your inner storm. Feel the waves washing away the hurt, leaving behind a rainbow-bright peace.

(Veneer holds the shell to your ear. The ocean's roar blends with the rain outside, a soothing symphony of nature's comfort.)

Veneer: Cry it out, friend. Let the tears flow like a glitter comet streaking across the sky. The storm won't last forever, and when the sun peeks through, you'll be stronger, brighter, like a Troll fresh from a glitter spa!

(He takes your hand, his touch light and sparkly.)

Veneer: I'm here, every step of the glitter-glued way. We'll snuggle, we'll sing, we'll blast some Troll tunes so loud the Bergens think the volcano's erupting! And when the tears dry, remember this: you are loved, you are sparkly, and you are never alone. Even the smallest Troll can weather any storm, as long as they have their friends and a heart that shimmers brighter than a disco ball in a candy factory!

(Veneer winks, his eyes glistening with a newfound optimism.)

Veneer: Now, come on, friend! Time for a sparkling cry-it-out victory party! We've got cookies, bubble juice, and enough glitter to turn this burrow into a disco ball! And who knows, maybe we'll even write a song about it – the Sparkle-Tears Ballad, maybe? Sounds catchy, don't you think?

(The rain continues to fall outside, but inside your burrow, surrounded by Veneer's warmth and optimism, you feel a flicker of hope. The storm might not be over yet, but with a friend like Veneer by your side, even the rainiest day feels like a sparkling adventure.)

you can use and edit this script just give me credit.

#asmr scripts #asmr #asmr rp #asmr roleplay #comfort

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urwendii · 1 year

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Rules: Tag 10 People You Want to Know Better

tagged by @helenvader merci <3

Relationship Status: so lonely for so long i genuinely forgot what it feels like to be loved.

Favourite Colour: pink & gold (the main theme of my bedroom tbh. im a princess child yes)

Song Stuck in my Head: I drink wine - Adele

Last Song I Listened To: Evermore - TS

Three Favourite Foods:

raclette

pissaladiére niçoise

the yule log cake i bake each year for christmas

Last Thing(s) I Googled: i'm trying to grow my own avocado tree and i was checking for how to. apparently i failed step one.

Dream Trip: Honestly nothing to fancy. last year I was supposed to go to Norway and do a little hiking roadtrip (train trip more accurately) with my backpack from Bergen to Trondheim then back to Oslo. That was cancelled due to the fact i almost died lol but i'd like to do this one day. Possibly with someone else. Or visit the Lofoten in winter.

tagging with pressure (jk) : @aearyn come on bestie, have my back.

#answered

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desperately0seeking · 2 years

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2.08.22

ASHES

About half an hour out of the city centre on the peninsula of Bygdøy sits Norsk Folkemuseum, a vast miscellany of buildings housing Norse cultural and historical items and traditions. Tom had gotten carried away with some locals the night prior and ended up at Norwegian kickons till morning, so it was just me and Louis who got a bus out to the open air museum around midday. The precinct contains dozens of buildings that have been relocated from towns all across Norway: a log farmhouse from 1238, 17th century sod-roofed lofts from the farmlands of Eastern Norway, a townhouse from 18th century Oslo, and, what I was most excited about, the Gol Stave Church. Stave churches, wooden medieval churches found mostly in Norway, have long intrigued me since naturally coming across them by getting into black metal. Church arson was one of the defining themes of the early Norwegian black metal scene, the finest metal scene there ever was. In 1992 Varg Vikernes, the man behind Burzum, turned the Fantoft Stave Church in Bergen to ashes; a building that had stood since 1150. I recall looking at photos of the church as a teenager and never having seen anything like it: a shard-like structure, made entirely of dark-as-onyx pine logs, scale shingles like a skink’s skin, and serpentine dragon heads protruding off each roof like the figurehead of a viking ship. The burnt wreckage of Vikernes’ Christianophobic zeal can be seen on the cover of Burzum’s 1992 Aske EP. The Gol Stave Church was built in 1212 and moved to where I was walking around in it in 1885. Inside the church was hard and cold, and a mixture of Christian and Norse mythical ornamentations hung across the entrance and walls. I don't have close to the knowledge to understand how Christian and pagan ideas were in use contemporaneously and can coexist in the artworks and wood carvings of the interior, but it was very pretty nonetheless.

Burzum - Aske 1993

Edvard Munch - Aske 1895

Black metal, Norway's greatest export, was again on the agenda the next day. The aforementioned Vikernes was part of what Euronymous, Mayhem’s guitarist, called the Black Metal Inner Circle, a group of black metal musicians who were integral to the flourishing BM scene of the early 1990s. At the centre of this scene was Helvete, a record store & basement where the Inner Circle converged and schemed, operated by Euronymous. Not long before being murdered by Vikernes in 93, Euronymous closed the shop due to police attention. The shop was later reopened under a different name and the basement preserved. That shop, Neseblod (Nosebleed) Records, is still run today as a metal record store and the basement is open to the public. The basement was much bigger than I'd imagined, with multiple rooms of records, CDs, mags and shirts, all looking as though they’ve sat there since the 2000s and adorned with the levels of dust and soot one would expect to find in a basement. To get to the main attraction, the concrete wall with the words Black Metal scrawled across it that forms the background of many famous photos from that era, you have to walk down a passage festooned with band posters and photos, artworks and an odd mix of religious objects and weights. The weights would be related to the bench press that sits to one side of the last room of the basement. The bench press and some framed photos around it, belonged to Euronymous. Behind this a large Mayhem banner stretches across one of the room's walls. Another has a throne with a Venom poster (Venom’s 1982 album Black Metal is widely credited for laying the foundations for the genre, as well as lending its namesake) hanging above it. To one side of the wall with the markings on it stood a large black candle stick which I hadn't seen in my research, but the writing on the wall stood prominently, albeit faded compared to the famous photos. In Sweden I had a terrible time trying to post a record I'd bought to London, and my backpack was over capacity already, so I refrained from buying any shirts or records. I did buy a Darkthrone pin however, and I think Tom bought a Tormentor shirt.

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gooddaytoberlin · 21 days

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4 September 2024. Reflecting on my arrival two days ago.

I cannot say Berlin did not receive me with open arms. Ridden by hubris and impatience, I travelled all the way from my now former uni town with two large and heavy suitcases, nearly impossible to steer, a travel bag, another bag containing my blanket and pillow, and a backpack. Oh, and a yoga mat. I am 1.59 m and not exactly built like Dwayne Johnson but have the misplaced confidence of a tragic Greek hero.

From getting on the ICE to stepping out of the tram that took me to my dorm, people offered me a hand. Most notably women of all ages, once a young man of colour who did not appear to speak my language. Lad low-key saved my life.

The landlady is ... a ray of sunshine, but in a way that feels a little ignorant, and willfully so. She let us (another guy waiting and me) in 15 minutes early, was very friendly and smiled the entire time, and I was even allowed to leave some of my luggage in the waiting hall while I got the rest to my room. But her smile did not drop when she informed me that my contract would likely not be continued post July 2025 as they are going to redo the floors next year. I wouldn’t have to worry; she would let us know in time. When is in time, and how long will it take me to find another residence for the remaining two semesters? Still, part of me welcomes her positivity. It is simply something that I currently need.

The room was sticky and dirty; the previous tenant did not care to remove his hair or the mysterious brown sauce he left on the desk and shelves. Or his old toilet brush. Or the crumbs in his locker in the kitchen. Or the mould in his part of the fridge.

I just had a phone call with my grandmother, who looked up the dorm on the internet and was a little mortified at the concrete floor. I was mortified too but feel much more at ease now that I wiped it. It is far from clean, but now, I am at least able to imagine the germs are gone.

Most of the dorm mates seem friendly. Earlier today, one of them helped me remove a butterfly that got trapped inside. The weather is unbearably hot. I worry about winter and heating.

We have moths and their maggots; apparently they used to be a real pest, crawling up the ceiling and falling down, and they keep returning to the apartment. I store my food in my room, following my flatmates’ advice, but if the moths get into my room ... God, I don't even want to think about it.

Got my student card yesterday and found a grocery store, fought the bathroom bacteria in a cleaning craze. Today, I found out where to dispose of trash and garbage. People here have a rough vibe, but so far, they have been really helpful and supportive. More so than in the North, where I am from.

To be honest, you can’t really hit it worse than my hometown. The coast region is not the coldest at all; it is the heart of Mecklenburg which sensitive people should avoid. In my humble opinion, that is. I once talked to a woman who had returned from Finland and was utterly shocked about how uncaring and unkind people in our area behave. She was on the verge of tears. I do not blame her. Of course, I still love my friends and family, and there are good people in this region, but the overall attitude is a nightmare. If you want to find bigoted jerks, egos blown out of proportion, whose favourite hobby it is to pity themselves without doing anything about their situation while bullying everyone they deem weak or different to feel better about their own misery, well, I got the town for you.

Someone keeps stealing mugs and cutlery. Of course, I keep mine in my room.

In 2020, I spent a semester abroad in Bergen; most of the flat consisted of German speakers, to the great frustration of the Italian, French and Dutch people. Now, in this international student village in Germany, we once again got a whole bunch of German speakers. My Lithuanian flatmate seemed exasperated, and I experienced a sense of déjà-vu.

I am scared of my studies and at the same time cannot wait. I want to network, prove my academic worth: to myself and my new professors and admittedly also some I left behind. What if I’m not enough? What if I mess up? What if I once more fall behind? What if word of my failure spreads to my old university? I already feel overwhelmed, yet want to excel so badly.

Since I can’t really prepare yet, I have been feeling stuck and stranded since I got here. Booked a 3 EUR ticket for a tour through an academic space tomorrow morning/noon. I hope I’ll find my way around.

Berlin has been kind to me, but I am still terrified and filled with rejection. It may get better once the first week has passed; this was only the third day and there is so much to do.

I just wish I could already throw myself into uni work.

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Ecuador - Mindo en Otavalo

We zijn van Galapagos via Guayaquil weer naar Quito gevlogen, waar we pas 's avonds aankwamen. We hebben weer een nachtje geslapen in de b&b van Patricio, waar we de eerste nacht ook sliepen. We hadden daar ook 1 backpack laten staan, omdat we niet zoveel bagage nodig hadden voor de Galapagos. De volgende ochtend zijn we door het lieve mevrouwtje van de b&b naar een busstation in Quito gebracht, vervolgens moesten we met een bus naar een ander busstation. Na lang zoeken bleek onze bus naar Mindo bij een busstation achter een ander busstation te staan. Gelukkig waren we nog op tijd voor de bus van 11:00 uur. De rit naar Mindo was super mooi, helemaal door de bergen heen. Hoe dichter we bij Mindo kwamen, hoe tropischer de planten werden. Eenmaal aangekomen in Mindo blijkt dat we in een paradijs te zijn van tropische planten en vogeltjes. Super mooi! We hebben een hutje gevonden om te slapen, waar we alleen kunnen komen door een prachtig pad van tropische, gekleurde planten te bewandelen. We weten nog niet hoelang we precies in Mindo willen blijven, maar we denken zeker wel 4 nachten. We zijn omringd door paradijsvogelplanten, bananenplanten, monstera's, varens en nog meer kleurrijke planten waar ik de naam niet van ken. Er vliegen onwijs veel kolibries door de tuinen, wat erg fascinerend is om te zien, het is alleen echt onmogelijk om er een foto van te maken, zo snel dat ze vliegen. In Mindo hebben we vooral heel veel in de hangmat gerelaxt, lekker gegeten en gedronken, spelletjes gespeeld, gelezen, gewandeld en van het uitzicht genoten. Het eten en drinken in Mindo kan je heel goedkoop maken, als je gewoon lokaal eet; krijg je voor $3 een kom super gevulde soep, een bord met rijst, bonen, keuze uit vis/vlees/kip en een verse smoothie. Erg lekker ook! Je kan er trouwens makkelijk met z'n 2'en van eten, zo veel krijg je.

We hebben ook een keer gegeten bij een stoere bbq mevrouw waar we voor 1 persoon eten hadden besteld omdat ik niet zoveel honger had, maar we kregen ongeveer alles wat op de bbq lag. Kip, worstjes, varken, rund, aardappeltjes, groenten, yucca. Daar konden we ook makkelijk met z'n 3'en van eten. We hebben een chocoladetour gedaan bij Yumbos, waar we het hele proces hebben gezien van het openmaken van de vrucht (en het proeven van de rauwe cacaoboon, wat gek genoeg erg citrusachtig smaakt!) tot aan het gieten van de chocolade in de mallen. Daarna mochten we allerlei soorten percentages chocola en smaken proeven, van 60% tot 100% cacao. Smaken zoals gember, chili, limoengras, sinaasappel, koffie. We dronken daarnaast ook nog 100% cacao chocolademelk en aten een brownie. De 100% cacao was eigenlijk helemaal niet zo puur als wij in Nederland kennen, de smaak was best intens maar toch zacht. We hebben hier weer superveel geleerd! Mijn favoriete smaak was 70% cacao met gember. Pim heeft een reepje van zijn favoriete smaak gekocht : 60% cacao met koffie. Het kleine reepje kostte maarliefst $5, maar dan heb je ook wel iets heel lekkers. Mindo staat naast de vogeltjes, ook bekend om de vlinders. We hebben in de tuin van onze accommodatie al veel vlinders gezien, maar zijn ook nog naar een echte vlindertuin gegaan, Mariposas de Mindo. Alleen al de weg er naar toe is prachtig, langs de rivier. In de vlindertuin zagen we echt super veel vlinders, in allerlei soorten kleuren en maten. Ook was er een pop-station waar alle poppen hingen om die dag nog uit te komen. We hebben er aandachtig zitten wachten tot er een paar uit de cocon kwamen, heel bijzonder om te zien! Helaas regende het ook heel veel, waardoor we de hike langs 7 watervallen, het ziplinen en het tuben in de Rio Mindo telkens moesten uitstellen. Uiteindelijk hebben we het ziplinen en tuben maar overgeslagen, want dat kunnen we ook nog in Baños gaan doen. Wel hebben we de hike langs 6 van de 7 watervallen gedaan, waar je via een soort kabelbaantje kan komen. De kabelbaan wordt aangedreven door een automotor. Er zat een mannetje in een hokje met een gaspedaal en rem, waar hij de kabelbaan echt mee moest aandrijven op afstand. Pim vond dit erg fascinerend. In het ritje van de kabelbaan zagen we voor het eerst een toekan! De hike was echt prachtig, we blijven ons verwonderen over de indrukwekkende, prachtige natuur in Mindo. Eigenlijk was dit al een beetje het beeld wat we hadden van de Amazone terwijl Mindo hier niet in ligt, dus we zijn nu heel nieuwsgierig wat de Amazone ons nog gaat brengen! Eigenlijk sinds we in de Ecuador zijn aangekomen, zijn we in een natuurdocumentaire gestapt. Het is echt precies zoals je het op televisie ziet, alleen mis je dan de stem van David Attenborough die uitlegt waar je naar moet kijken.

Na 4 nachten in het prachtige Mindo, pakken we de bus richting Otavalo. De rit van Mindo naar Quito duurde 2 uur, toen moesten we nog 45 minuten met een bus van de ene kant van Quito naar de andere kant van Quito en toen nog 2 uur in de bus naar Otavalo. Al met al best een lang ritje zo. Otavalo is wel even wennen na al die dagen in prachtige natuur te hebben doorgebracht, want het is echt een stad. Het stinkt naar uitlaatgassen en overal rijden toeterende auto's. We merken al gauw dat we allebei niet echt behoefte hadden aan het stadsleven, dus we zijn blij dat we hierna lekker de Amazone in kunnen gaan. Op zaterdag bezoeken we de beroemde Otavalo markt. Op het plein is er elke dag markt, maar op zaterdag zijn ook alle straten er omheen markt. Na een paar meter lopen vanuit ons hotel, lopen we al de markt in. De kraampjes liggen vol met spullen gemaakt van alpacawol en heel veel prullaria. In sommige straatjes vindt je alleen maar groenten en fruit, wat er allemaal heerlijk uitziet. We hebben een heerlijke warme alpacawol trui, een dekentje, sokjes en een tuinbroekje gekocht. Helaas was het niet super goedkoop, dus we hebben ons nog ingehouden. Ineens begon het te onweren en er ontstond een enorme chaos op de markt; iedereen pakte in alle haast zijn kraam in. Toen het eenmaal ging regenen, hield het niet meer op. Op zondag zijn we nog een keer naar de markt gegaan. De markt was nu veel overzichtelijker en rustiger, wat ons betreft een veel beter moment om te gaan, er zijn nog meer dan genoeg kraampjes om dingen te kopen. Vervolgens zijn we naar de Cascada de Peguche gegaan, een heel mooi park met een enorme waterval. Het was erg warm en zonnig weer, ook wel even lekker na al die regen! Het grappige is dat wij tot nu toe amper toeristen zijn tegengekomen, overal waar drukte is; zijn alleen maar locals. Zelfs op de (best wel toeristische) Otavalo markt! 's Middags zijn we weer met de bus naar Quito gegaan. We hebben nog wat uurtjes in Quito te besteden voordat we om 23:00 uur in de nachtbus naar Cuyabeno moeten stappen. We hebben 1 bed in een slaapzaal van een hostel geboekt voor $7 zodat we de bagage veilig konden stallen en nog even lekker konden relaxen voordat we aan onze slapeloze nacht in de bus zouden beginnen.

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pinkrose787 · 22 days

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Trolls: A Twist in Time Chapter 2!

Summary: It's been a week, since Creek changed the timeline, but the old timeline is managing to worm its way into the new one.

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Chapter 2

It’s been a week since that wind blew through the bunker. Branch has checked and rechecked everything a thousand times since then. Everything is in order. Exactly as it should be.

Well, not exactly.

There’s been some unexplained phenomena happening.

Sometimes, for just a brief moment, a room or area in the bunker will look different. Usually, from far away.

When he glanced at a wall there was a picture hung on it. It was hard to tell from the distance, but it looked like a photo of him with his brothers. When he blinked, it disappeared.

Not to mention, Branch has been having strange thoughts.

Yesterday, he went to go grab something from one of his storage rooms. When he grabbed the doorknob he thought, “Wait, this is Floyd’s bedroom. I should knock.”

Which is wrong. Completely. Entirely.

He hasn’t seen Floyd since BroZone broke up. Plus, Floyd has never been in his bunker much less had his own room in it.

Then there’s been these strange dreams. Normally, his dreams are nightmares. A confusing horrifying montage of every single trauma that Branch has gone through in his life.

But these new dreams are sweet and pleasant.

But these are all dreams. Nothing more.

And he is running low on some supplies.

He grabs a backpack and heads towards the elevator out of the bunker.

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Creek walks through TrollsTopia. The colors of this new better timeline seem brighter. The wind that flows around him feels fresher. The bird songs sound sweeter.

Maybe that’s just because his life is better than he could have hoped it would be.

He’s the king now. That certainly wasn’t one of his goals when he changed the timeline, but he isn’t going to reject it. This is the highest status that he can get. With that status comes mass amounts of respect from trolls of all tribes.

The one thing he isn’t sure about in this timeline is the fact that he’s married to Poppy.

Despite being married to her, he doesn’t love her.

At least, not romantically. She has always been such a great friend to Creek, and he admires her for that. Even after his betrayal in the original timeline, she didn’t fully shut him out.

From his memories, the relationship started shortly after Chef attacked Pop Village. She asked Creek out. Telling him that the attack on the village made her realize that she never got to tell him her true feelings. That if she died that day, it would be her only regret.

Of course, he accepted going out on a date with her.

Rejecting her would have only damaged his social reputation. He wouldn’t have really had a good reason. He was single and seen as one of the most desirable trolls in all of Pop Village. To everyone else, it only made sense that they would end up together.

Part of him feels bad for playing with her heart like this. She does deserve to be with someone who is genuinely in love with her and wants to be married to her for reasons beyond social status and becoming ruler of Pop Village.

But as long as Creek plays the role of doting husband and beloved king, she’ll never know. Which means she’ll never get hurt. It’s as they say, no harm no foul.

On his walk, he spots someone familiar off in the distance. A grey troll wearing a leaf vest.

To his surprise and joy, it’s Branch.

The universe has once again provided Creek with another wonderful chance. Now, he gets to look upon Branch’s face and see that he’s living a life that he deserves completely. The misery of Branch’s life compliments the splendor of Creek’s new life.

It doesn’t seem like Branch has seen Creek yet. Which is great! If Branch spots Creek before he can get to him, he’ll run away. Then Creek won’t get to rub his wonderful new life in Branch’s face.

He can’t have that.

Creek must approach Branch as though he’s approaching a baby deer. The slightest snapping of a twig could send Branch running away. Thankfully, during his time outcasted from Pop Village, he learned a lot about stealth. This is no different than when he had to hunt bugs.

Dodging the twigs and fallen leaves on the ground is like a dance. A dance that Creek must execute perfectly.

One that he manages to do without a single misstep. Not slipping up a single time. He’s closer to Branch than he’s been in months. At least, in this timeline. “Hello, Branch. Long time no see.”

“Augh!” Branch shouts. He jumps up into the air.

Creek suppresses his urge to laugh. Seeing Branch so startled is glorious. Plus, he’s kind of cute when startled. But he can’t laugh. Branch will storm off if he does.

Branch looks at Creek. His expression shifts from one of fear to one of annoyance. “Oh, hello Creek.”

“I do believe you mean King Creek.”

Branch rolls his eyes. “Yeah. Whatever.” His eyes narrow. “What do you want?”

“Well, I haven’t seen you in so long. I was starting to get worried. And as king I would be remiss if I didn’t check up on you.” He’s not going to miss a single chance to rub his new life position in Branch’s face.

“I’m fine,” Branch says brusquely. “I don’t need you checking up on me.”

The novelty of rubbing in his great new life is quickly disappearing. It’s replaced with pity. The same pity that Creek used to feel whenever he would see Branch before everything went wrong in the original timeline.

Branch pushes Creek’s arm off him. He takes a few steps away from Creek. “Like I said. I’m fine. I don’t need you checking up on me. And I especially don’t need to go to one of your stupid yoga classes.”

“Oh, Branch. You can lie to yourself and everyone else, but I know the truth.” He leans in towards Branch. “This isolated life is killing you. You want to be among your fellow troll. But you’re more scared of being rejected than any threat of Bergens.”

The best part about what Creek’s saying is that it’s true. He knows it for a fact. Branch was happy in the last timeline. Of course, it was after he did what Creek had always told him to do. So annoying to be right and never be given the credit for it.

Now, in this better timeline he can fix that. Though not as fun as gloating, it will probably be just as gratifying. And the best part is that Branch will see Creek as a hero. The kind and brave troll who guided him to the light. He’ll owe his life to him.

Branch looks at Creek with an expression that a mixture of disturbed and perplexed. His face quickly changes back to its default expression of annoyance. “What do you know about me?”

Creek walks towards him. “Lots of things, Branch.” Branch backs away from him. “Like I know that you were Bitty B in BroZone.” He backs Branch up against a tree.

“It is such a shame that your brothers never came back for you after the band broke-up. Leaving you to be raised by your grandma. That was until she was eaten. Which was your fault, wasn’t it?” He places his arm against the tree, pinning Branch against the tree. “You were too busy singing to notice Chef grabbing her.”

Branch starts digging his hands into the tree. His breathing becomes heavy. Looking into his eyes Creek sees his pupils dilate. “How the hell do you know any of that?”

He leans in close to Branch. His face less than an inch away from Branch’s. “It’s like I said. I know every single thing about you.”

Branch pushes Creek away. “Get the hell away from me!” He races off into the forest, far far away from Creek.

For a second, Creek considers if he made a mistake. Overplayed his hand and scared Branch away for good. Ruining his chances at being the one that Branch admires.

But that’s silly.

He only became happy in the original timeline after facing all his trauma. Plus, if he didn’t use all the knowledge he purposefully collected about Branch in the original timeline then it would have all been for naught.

Branch can’t stay in his bunker forever. A few weeks maybe. But he won’t last any longer than that. As much as he wants to deny it, he needs other trolls. Even if that means standing in the distance and observing.

Pleased to know that he’ll be seeing Branch again, Creek continues his walk through the forest. His work making this the best possible timeline isn’t done just yet. There’s still a few minor details that he needs to work out.

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Poppy walks along the unkempt path to where Branch’s bunker lays. The sunlight streams through the trees. Colorful wild flowers lines the path. A cool breeze passes by. She feels a sense of peace as she walks towards the bunker. One that she hasn’t really felt in the last week.

That horrible feeling of something being wrong never left her like she hoped it would. If anything it has only gotten worse. Yesterday morning, when she woke up she was surprised to see Creek laying in the bed next to her.

Which makes no sense. They’ve been married for well over a year now. Of course, he was in the bed next to her. He always is. It was as if she had forgotten that she had ever married him.

This whole wrongness seems to be bleeding out into the world.

There’s a photo on her dresser of her and her dad. It was taken only a few months ago. But when she looked at it this morning, she could have sworn there was a third person in the image. A troll who looked a lot like her, but taller and with wild blonde hair.

When she did a double take, the photo was back to the way it was. Just her and her father.

Right now, none of that matters.

She’s on the way to deliver another invitation to Branch.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t able to see him last time when she dropped off the invitation. She’s used to it. Still, she wishes she could see him again so badly. Over the last couple years, she’s missed seeing his grumpy face among everyone else’s.

Maybe he needs some time to feel safe again. He has to figure out that the Bergens aren’t coming back for them eventually, right?

Then again, even before the attack he was always convinced that there were Bergens lurking in the shadows waiting for the right opportunity to attack. If only she knew what caused such a deep terror of the Bergens, then she could help him.

The bunker now stands before her. She knocks on the boulder that’s probably to door to the bunker. “Hey, Branch! I’ve got an invitation for you!”

There’s no response. There never is.

“Right, well you know… I’m just going to leave it on the welcome mat!” She places it down. “Come to the party! Everyone misses you!”

Right as she turns to leave, she sees Branch.

Instantly, her heart is filled with joy at seeing her old friend again. A smile lights up her face.

Branch seems to be in a rush like there’s something chasing him. It isn’t fully unlikely given that there are some predators this far out from TrollsTopia. But there doesn’t seem to be anything.

This could be Poppy’s one opportunity to talk to him. “Branch! Hi! It’s been so long!” she calls out to him. Waving at him at a speed of 1000 wps (waves per second).

He stops in his tracks right as he gets to the bunker and her. “Hey, Poppy… What are you doing here?” His voice is shaky.

“I was dropping off this invitation! But now that you’re here, I can give it to you in person!” Poppy picks it up off the mat and hands it to him.

His eyes glance down at the brightly colored invitation. His hands are shaking as he holds it. He’s breathing quickly, but she doesn’t think it’s only from the running he’s been doing. “Thanks.”

“Are you okay? You seem really freaked out!” She starts looking him over for injuries. Maybe something happened in the forest and he’s injured. But there aren’t any cuts or bruises. At least, not any significant ones.

“What? No. I’m fine. I swear.” Branch backs away from her.

“Are you sure? Your hands are shaking.” She reaches out to grab his hand.

“No!” Branch pulls his hand back. “Look, I’m fine. Really. I actually need to get into my bunker now to do bunker… things.”

Branch opens the doormat and jumps in.

That’s not what Poppy was expecting Branch to do. Like at all. “Hey, if you need to talk, you can talk to me!” she shouts at the doormat. “At least, don’t be a stranger!”

There’s no response. She wonders if Branch can even hear her down in the bunker. Maybe all the times she thought she was talking to Branch, she had really been talking to the ground.

Poppy sighs. The first conversation with him in two years and it barely passed for a conversation.

Worst of all, she was so distracted by how shaken up he was that she forgot to hug him! The first chance in two years to hug Branch and she missed it!

She heads back on the path towards TrollsTopia. Even though Branch lives right outside TrollsTopia, and even though they just talked, Poppy misses him.

She feels a deep ache in her heart. They’ve never been that close. Not as close as Poppy is to some of her friends like Smidge and Biggie, but her heart still aches as if she’s missing her best friend.

“What are you doing out here, love?”

Poppy’s heart leaps upon hearing that voice. She instantly turns around. “Creek!” Somehow, he’s behind her. Which is strange. She should have seen him on the path in front of her.

She pulls him into a hug and gives him a quick kiss. “I was just dropping off an invitation at Branch’s bunker!”

“Ah, you’re still on that?” His face falls a bit when he hears that. “You know he’s a lost cause. No one’s talked to him in years.”

“He’s not a lost cause. And you’ll never guess what happened?”

“What happened?”

“I actually managed to talk to him today!” She has a beaming smile as she says this. Creek should know how much of a massive milestone this is. The first contact with Branch in 2 years.

Creek’s jaw drops. “You talked to him? Like really talked to him? Not you saying something and him running off?”

Poppy nods her head vigorously. “Yes! I talked to him! Not for very long. But still, I talked to him! That’s progress!” She’s so excited that she’s practically bouncing. “Soon, he’ll be back to his pre-Bergen attack self! And after that he’ll be on the road to happiness!”

Creek gets a soft smile on his face. “Well, that’s great. Just out of curiosity, what did you two talk about?”

“Not really much. He didn’t really want to talk. Something had him really freaked out. And I mean really freaked out. He practically dove into his bunker to get away from what it was.”

“And he didn’t happen to mention what that thing was?” He looks away briefly as he asks that question. Probably trying to see if what freaked out Branch stuck around.

“No! He didn’t!” She throws her hands up. “There wasn’t anything that was chasing him. He didn’t seem injured. He was just really scared.” She sighs. “I wish I knew why.”

Creek puts his arm around Poppy’s waist. Instantly, she feels calmer. He has a way of bringing Poppy down when he needs to. “That’s how he is. Scared of everything. Knowing him, it was probably the sound of a branch breaking.”

“Yeah, it was probably nothing.”

Creek takes Poppy’s hand, his arm still around her waist. “It’s really sweet that you want to help him. In fact, it’s one of the things that I love about you. But you need to understand that sometimes there’s something wrong with someone on a fundamental level. And with these people, you have to understand that they can never truly be fixed.”

“I know.” Poppy rubs her thumb over Creek’s hand. “But still, even if he won’t ever be like everyone else, he doesn’t deserve to be sad and alone forever. I think that with time he can be happy.”

There’s something deep within Poppy that tells her that this is a fact. That Branch is more than capable of being happy. And she can practically see what he’d look like happy. His true colors back with his hair a blue that’s so deep it’s almost purple and his skin a vibrant sky blue. He looks so beautiful.

She wishes that she could see him like that in person.

He lets out a heavy sigh. “Maybe not. Look, love. There are thousands of other trolls in TrollsTopia who are far more deserving of your time than him. Trolls who want to be your friend and would jump right at the opportunity to spend time with you.”

This conversation has gone the same place it has hundreds of times. It always ends up with Creek telling her that Branch isn’t worth the time, and her insisting that he is. It’s so tiring having the exact same argument every single time.

Poppy lets go of Creek’s hand. “Maybe you’re right, but I’m not ready to give up him just yet!” In fact, she has no plan on giving up on him ever. She’s only saying this to stop the whole argument from playing out again.

He brushes his hand against her face. “You understand that I don’t want you to get hurt don’t you? Someone like him will only bring you down, and I would hate for that happen.”

“I know you’re trying to look out for me, but I can look out for myself just fine.” That came out a bit harsher than what Poppy meant to say.

Creek sighs. He lets go of her. “Am I really such a bad guy for not wanting my wife to keep going to a remote part of the village to see a dangerous loner?”

“Branch isn’t dangerous.” Never once has Poppy ever felt threatened by him. While he can be harsh at times, he’s never attacked or even threatened anyone.

“Love.” Creek turns Poppy’s face towards his own. “He’s a paranoid hermit who stockpiles weapons against whatever he deems as an enemy. What happens if he deems you a threat? I don’t doubt for a second that he’d attack you. And I don’t want that to happen.”

“He wouldn’t.” She brushes Creek’s hand off her face. “Branch would never hurt me.”

“That’s what people say about wild animals. They claim that the animal loves them and would never do them any harm. Then the next day, their beloved animal gets startled and rips out their throat.”

She stares at him, if only for a second. How could he even make such a comparison? “But he’s not a wild animal. He’s a troll like you and me.”

“Is he? Because you know what trolls do? We sing, we dance, we party. What we don’t do is stay by ourselves alone in an underground bunker.” He leans in towards Poppy. His face inches away from hers. “You need to face reality, love. He’s more animal than troll.”

She takes a step away from him. “Where is this coming from? I know you have never liked him, but that doesn’t mean that I can never see him.”

“Unbelievable. You would rather spend time with someone you barely know over your own husband.” Creek crosses his arms. “If I didn’t know better, I would think you’re in love with him.”

“What?” Her heart starts pounding at the accusation. “No! You know that’s wrong. I only love you.”

“No. Don’t deny it. I see how it is.” Creek turns away from Poppy. “If you want to spend time with him, then go. I won’t stop you.”

He starts walking away.

She feels her head spinning. Her stomach twists with nausea. None of their arguments have never gotten this bad. Normally, they can barely be called arguments. More of minor disagreements.

“Creek, wait!” She starts jogging to catch up with him.

He stops and turns to look at her. His brow is furrowed in an expression that Poppy has never seen on him. “What?”

It sets in how badly she messed up. Almost nothing interrupts his zenness. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you. It’s just Branch is so important to me-”

“And I, your husband, am not?” he scoffs.

“No! I mean… You are!” Usually, she’s so great with words. Why does this have to be the one time she stumbles? “You’re the most important troll in the world to me!”

“Well, it sure doesn’t feel that way.” He crosses his arms and turns away from her again. Her stomach drops when he does this. “With the way that you’re always making invitations and running off to drop them off. You know he doesn’t appreciate them, right?”

“He does appreciate them! I know it!” Well, she doesn’t know that for sure. He could be throwing them in the trash the first chance he gets. Something in her tells her different. That he treasures each one of them.

“If he truly did, he’d at least thank you.” He doesn’t turn to look at Poppy when he says this. She wishes he did. She hates it when he refuses to look at her. He does it every time he’s upset at her.

“He did! “When I handed him the card today, he thanked me!”

“Oh, so one thank you,” He holds up a single finger. “For what? Hundreds of invitations.”

True, he doesn’t thank her for them. That’s not his fault though. He never has the opportunity to. “Yes. But it’s the fact that he did this one time that matters. That means that all the other times, he said a silent thank you.”

Creek lets out a heavy sigh. “You know what? Your negative energy is suffocating me. I need some space.” He walks away from her again. “Figure out your priorities, Poppy, because I will not be playing second fiddle to a deranged pariah.”

With that statement, he walks away. Not towards TrollsTopia, but deep into the forest.

She wants to chase him again. Try and clear everything up. If she finds the right words, then he’ll see her side. The issue is he keeps misunderstanding what she means. It almost feels deliberate.

But that can’t be true. He has no reason to do that.

This fight was her fault. She should have known better. When Creek told her that she should give up on Branch, she should have completely agreed, even if she didn’t mean it. Just so that they wouldn’t have spiraled into an argument again.

Maybe he’s right. Giving invitations to Branch keeps causing them to fight.

And for what? One five second conversation in two years.

As much as she cares about him, is helping him really worth destroying her marriage over?

She feels like she’s being torn half. If she keeps trying to reach out Branch, then her husband is going to leave her. If she stops, then one of her closest friends won’t have anyone anymore.

Even with her mustering up all the optimism she can, it’s clear. There’s no winning in this situation. No matter what she does, her actions are going to hurt someone she cares about and they’re going to hurt herself.

#creek trolls #Branch trolls #Poppy Trolls #trolls #dreamworks trolls #trolls fanfic #angst #a twist in time au

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