#clay mentioned

[broz0neglitters]

I can't make you stay </3

Floyd & Branch headcanons + fanfic

Warning: Will probaby make you shed a tear so grab your tissues

~I got this idea while reading a fanfic where branch realizes that john dory was the only one who came back after all and floyd lied to him this story was inspire by OpefuLee but I'm adding my own little twist but I hope you'll be okay with me using some of your ideas anyways Thanks <3~

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-Floyd was definitely branch favorite brother

-Since they were almost close in age, they understood each other very well; they would have code words that none of the older brothers, not even Grandma Roisepuff, could even figure out

-Floyd loved to sing to branch, even his made-up lullaby

-Branch loves hugs, especially from Floyd <3

-Floyd would be the one to cheer up Branch when he is upset or angry

-When Branch is angry, he bites the other brothers, but he would never bite Floyd. Even if he does, it doesn't hurt Floyd cause branch doesn't want to make Floyd bleed

-Floyd would help branch out by bathing, feeding him, changing his diapers, etc. Floyd was there for him

- branch would also play dolls and dress up with Floyd. He doesn't mind still plays makeup and dressing up as an adult and is not ashamed of it, even if his girlfriend, Queen Poppy, teases him about it

-Branch loves it when Floyd plays hide n Seek Floyd always lets Branch win

-Floyd and Branch would get away with anything; they were like partners in crime

-Floyd and Branch would help their grandma bake, and they would even take turns mixing the batter

-Floyd and Branch likes it when Clay reads to them and tugs them both in

-Branch prefers to sleep with Floyd

-Every word Floyd told Branch: Branch would always believe it, ever since one of it was a little lie, or was it?

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But eventually, it all changes as branch gets older and realizes

After the concert disaster, Branch felt ashamed of himself. He knew it was his fault that the family harmony broke off, but Floyd assured him it wasn't his fault. He tried to stop the older brothers from fighting, but eventually, it got heated. John Dory was the first to walk out, but more like jump out, then followed by Clay and Spruce.

Branch looked heartbroken that his three older brothers had just left as he looked at Floyd, hoping that floyd wasn't gonna leave him but indeed, he was floyd carried and tugged Branch into bed as he looked at Branch for the last time.

Floyd began to play his guitar, singing Branch his final lullaby as floyd stopped before Branch closed his eyes. He looked at floyd. "I Can't make you stay In this broken place," Branch said softly as he yawned, reaching his hands out as floyd held it. "I promise I'll be back," he said softly, giving Branch a soft smile.

As floyd got up and kissed Branch on the forehead, Branch shut his eyes slowly. "And I hope you find peace. Close your eyes as I put us to sleep." Floyd said softly, heading out as he looked at branch one last time before leaving......

~Present day~

Branch glares at floyd angrily cause he was avoiding the situation meanwhile, Clay and John are still sitting face-to-face with each other, but luckily, branch gets in between them before they kill each other as he notices that floyd is leaving or is attempting to leave

Branch held floyd back with Poppy, Viva, and Bruce guarding the elevator. "Floyd is there something you wanna tell us especially me?" branch asked "No-? I have the stuff to do, and I figure it is not my problem it seems more of a Clay and John Dory problem," floyd said but then he knew he gave himself away

"Can I ask you this? Did you ever think about coming back like you promised me? I know you were stuck in the diamond prison for two months, but before that, did you ever think of coming back for me? like you promise" Branch asked as floyd was sweating because all eyes were on him, especially Clay cause Clay was hurt the most beside Branch

Floyd began to tear up and choked on his own words. "I'm sorry, I didn't think about returning for you because if I did, you would be mad at me, and I felt guilty leaving you and grandma," floyd said, hugging Branch while sobbing

As Branch pushed floyd back so hard he felt "YOU LIED TO ME FLOYD. I BELIEVE EVERYTHING YOU TOLD ME, SO SOME OF THE THINGS YOU TOLD ME WERE LIES AS WELL!" Branch said, tearing up

"I was running out of time, And you were always on my mind no matter what. I didn't have a choice. The others didn't come back for you. What about Clay, Bruce, and John? They didn't even come back, and they are to blame!" Floyd snaps back at branch

"That final lullaby you sang me was an excuse for you to leave me and never come back, but I guess I can't you stay in this broken place," Branch said as Poppy held onto Branch's hands to comfort him

For the first time ever, branch and floyd were the ones fighting; they never fought, even when they were younger. They were the peaceful siblings, while the three older brothers would be the ones fighting, so to see them fight was weird. It kinda made Clay and John look stupid, but were Branch and floyd putting on an act or pretending to fight to show Clay and John how stupid they looked when they were fighting..

Oh, they both wish their two younger brothers were teaching them a lesson, but it was not. Floyd lied to branch straight to his own face even as a baby, but the other brothers didn't want to say anything to come between them...

-Flash Back-

" they stopped being my brothers the day they walked out on me and never returned.." Branch told poppy

As Branch crosses his arms and turns his back to John Dory during the royal wedding John Dory replies with

" Whoa, whoa, whoa. That’s not fair, Branch. I did come back, but no one was there. It wasn’t until I heard about you saving the world from the rock apocalypse that I realized you were still alive," John said, trying to get close to Branch only for him to back away, still crossing his arms.

-End of Flashback-

Until it hit Branch right in the head, Jonh Dory actually did come back. He was in fact, the only brother who cared and kept his promise that he would come back even if he never said it but he made an effort to come back for Branch and the others

As branch tears became like a river, "J-John, you actually came back!" Branch said sobbing, hugging Jonh

"Of course, I did what I did was wrong. I should have never pushed past you guys' limits, but I let it get the best of me. You guys are always on my mind." John said as he teared up while hugging the branch. Clay felt bad. "You really did come back," Clay said softly

"I kept the drawing you used to make for me, and I always have kept it." John said, which made Clay smile and tears roll down his face as he hugged his brother sobbing; it was a sweet moment as they broke the hug as Branch looked at floyd. "I think you should leave now." branch said in the most profound tone, which sent chills down his spine..

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Anyway, as I mentioned, the story was inspired by OpefuLee on Wattpad. They make outstanding stories and troll art, so check them out. Also, check out their partner George_Beard, who also makes good troll fanfic. So, some of my future ideas will be based on George_Beard stories as well. I decided to use the weekend final lullaby cause it fits well with this concept. I know the song was short and the mention was short but I had fun writing the story Any way I'll probably make a part 2 soon or something but anyway, I hope you enjoyed the headcanon + fanfic Also, the Request will reopen again on May 31st and will close again on August 9th of 2024, so don't be disappointed if I don't get to your request. As I mentioned, it takes a while to write them, and although it will still be around summer, I have a summer job and also need to get ready for the school year, so please be patient thank you <3 --------------- Like + Follow are very much appreciated! <3

[soosoosoup]

rewatched treasure planet

[coi-arts]

save me mayor bloberta and househusband clay au

[ryssbelle]

Had a silly dream where JD and Floyd came back to the troll tree before the last trollstice but after singing killed their grandma and decided to doodle and expand upon it a bit

Clay never left the tree but was too scared to return to the families pod since he didn’t want things to go back to how they were before, he did try to find his brothers during the escape but got separated by the cave in.

John Dory was the one to find Clay and see him get caught by the cave in, when he came out of the tunnel without Clay and holding his wristband they all just assumed he was dead. Even so JD still searches for Clay with the hope that he might’ve escaped and is alive out there.

They know Bruce is alive but after JD got the post card he assumed Bruce didn’t want to be found

Some more doodles that kind of show their dynamic

Also-

JD always brings home souvenirs for the brothers both as an apology for being gone for so long and also because of this:

[mini-minish]

jesties day out ✨🌂🧁

[maryallenc]

just looking over all of the m9's party composition again and sighing with heart eyes all over, swooning over the fact that this is a party that's really hard to kill with two clerics, various polymorph spells, and several utility features that keep debuffing enemies.

[cherrirui-official]

@ohposhers I blame you for this

J*hn D*ry do NOT interact 😤✋

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

CLAY BERESFORD has to sit down when he gets too exhilarated. When life moves too fast, his heart can’t take it. Breath quickens, eyes haze. He used to power through it, and that’d only make it worse. Now he’s learned the signs, knows to catch it early. The first time you’d kissed him, he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to stand. A flock of butterflies inhabited his insides, frenzying in a flurry whenever he’d remember what it felt like to touch your lips on his. At that point, he’d believed his heart condition was common knowledge. His mother, his associates, his friends, all constantly brought it up. But you, you were genuinely caught off guard, catching him tenderly ‘round the arm when he’d shown signs of fatigue. Gentle as you could be, you softened the impact to his seat when his legs gave out.

“It, uh, it’s fine. I’ll be fine,” he had rambled, fishing out his meds from his pocket. His trembling hands struggled against the top, but you were there to loosen it for him. You had sat with him until he was ready. He’d never thought hovering around him could be so romantic, especially since he’s not one to care for smothering.

Now, it’s marginally manageable. That thrill he avoids occasionally hits him at the peak of love-making. You can read him, you can see the signals clearly written on him. In the ways he tips his head back, mouth agape to take in more oxygen, how his eyes glaze over, and his grip loosens. There’s less of his attention to go around. You can hear the strain in his grunts; there’s a stutter in his hips, he’s pushing himself too hard while he pushes himself inside you.

“Clay,” you warn, “slow down. It’s happening again.” Your claws brace against his rotator cuff, directing him to back up which he ignores. His body continues to roll, his tip brushing that spongy spot inside you. Regardless if it feels good, if the sheen of sweat on your skin is a result of ardently chasing your lusts, you can’t let him do this to himself again.

“No, no,” he objects, “I can do it this time. I can do it.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, crying out over how he hardens his pace instead of receding it. It weakens your muscle in fighting him off. If you can just sever the connection, he’ll remember, he’ll calm down and take a breather. “Clay!”

But you can’t fend him off.

His forehead drops to your shoulder, alerting you to open your eyes. You don’t bother noticing anything else. “Clay? Clay? Are you alright? Talk to me,” Newfound strength floods you, rolling him over to straddle him, his arm thrown haphazardly above his head. His heavy lidded gaze flutters as you pat at his face. “Baby? Speak to me, can you hear me?”

He hums. A low, gravely drawl as his hands venture to your hips. “Baby,” he drags out each of these word, “Fuck… baby, so good.” The air in his chest rapidly falls, panting. You know this isn’t right, yet he makes decisions for you, digging his fingers into the plush of your flesh as he moves you back and forth. His cock fully seated inside you while it brushes your insides.

“Wait, but you’re—“ you protest, but it’s unconvincing. There’s few things you enjoy more than sitting on every inch of his length, the new angle granting you electric shocks up your spine with each rock.

“Feeling so good, my love. Better than I ever have. Better than I ever will.” his sweet words mean the world to you, his soft smile adorning his handsome features as he peeks slyly at you through the narrow sliver of his lids. “Don’t make me stop. Please? I don’t wanna stop.” How can you refuse him?

You figure it’s less pressure on him to be underneath you; you feel more secure in riding him like this. So you move his hands up, allowing them to handle your torso while you do the work. He sits back, and looks pretty for you, while you use him up.

[kismets-barista]

Lil Brozone, Floyd- centric oneshot for y'all's enjoyment!

Spoilery for Band Together, so if you're still awaiting watching the movie I'd suggest waiting to read, my friends! Have a lovely night!

Five months, twenty eight days.

That’s how long it had taken him to be able to walk without having to stop for breath.

Floyd was fully recovering, slowly but surely. After moving back to Pop Village, there’d been nothing for him except plenty of rest, John Dory’s incessant mother henning (seriously, that guy was the textbook definition of Anxiety even if he continued to deny it,) and help from his brothers to recuperate. They’d laid off on any public performances, putting aside thoughts of the word tour for later on. Way later on. 

But today was the day. Finally the day they’d decided to put on a public performance, a day that had all of them on their toes with preparations for the five song ‘concert.’ The energy buzzing in the air was something Floyd had missed, but the troll could honestly barely concentrate on how excited he was as his chest filled with sticky, sludgy feelings of dread. The magenta-haired troll sat in front of his light-rimmed vanity mirror, staring back at the shock of white that ran from the roots of his hair and up to the middle. 

He thought he’d gotten over this. 

It wasn’t going to change. It was evident that his hair, along with himself, had permanently changed as a result of that capture. Of his death. 

And pretty much everyone in the village knew that it was a result of something. A bad something. 

Some of them, Cooper specifically, had outright asked. But he didn’t have the best buffer, so Floyd couldn’t find it in his heart to be mad. Others had given him looks, even staring as he began to get out of the house those first months. He could remember the eyes trained on him as John Dory slowly helped him along, talking about an adventure he’d gone on way ‘back in his day,’ as he liked to call it. Floyd had kept to himself, mostly, until John Dory noticed how quiet his brother was being and did something the younger couldn’t.

He stared back at the trolls. Sure, it probably planted the seeds of assumption that John Dory was every bit as standoffish as Branch used to be, but Floyd had to admire his brother’s determination to keep him comfortable. 

“Ten minutes til final soundchecks!” Mayday (Brozone’s stage director’s) voice cut through the silence, and Floyd jerked out of his reverie. He sighed, opening the drawer to his desk and fished through a thousand hair products and ties to pull out a fluffy, white scrunchy. Maybe pulling it up would help lessen the… amount of times people had to see his hair. Floyd let out another sigh as he pulled up his hair, staring himself down in the mirror as he twisted it every which way. “Come on… there’s gotta be some way I can make you look normal again,” he whispered fiercely, tugging on his hair harder as desperation bubbled in his chest. Every way he moved it, white, white, white. The young troll’s hands began to shake as he started to tie it up, tears pricking the corners of his eyes as his breathing shortened. 

How could he go out there looking like this? It’s bad enough as it is, why did he think for a second that today would be any different with how he felt about this… this awful hair of his? 

He considered flaking on his brothers as his breaths began to come out in short gasps. A thousand different excuses flitted through his mind, and Floyd began to grasp at them, one by one. He wasn’t feeling well. He was exhausted again. He couldn’t catch his breath quite right - no, that one would send them into a panic, probably. The thoughts crescendoed, and Floyd yanked on the scrunchie a bit too hard. It snapped, and rebounded on his hand. Causing the duo-tone haired-troll to yelp in pain. He flicked his head in the air, waving off the sting before letting his head sink down to rest on the top of the vanity. He was getting himself way too worked up… this wasn’t going to help anything. He needed to do this show. Needed to prove that he was… fine. Well. As fine as he could be.

“This is for all the lonely people…” he whisper-sang to himself, voice breathy as he steadied his pounding heart. Pulling on his fingers gently. “Thinking that life has passed us by…”

“We won’t give up until we, drink from that silver cup, and ride…” Floyd’s voice tapered off as he frowned, momentum to sing even to himself puttering off. Today was supposed to be a happy day. But here he slumped, moping like someone had just kicked a box of kittens in front of him.

“Ride that highway in the sky.” The lyric lifted softly as a question, and the troll sat up and looked behind himself in confusion. His face lit up at the sight of Branch, his baby brother leaning against the doorframe with his arms loosely crossed against each other.

“Oh, Branch. Hey.” Floyd offered him a grin, to which his younger brother readily responded with one of his own. 

“Hey. Was looking for you. JD wanted us to have a little meeting or whatever before our final soundchecks for the show so I came to get you. How’re you feeling?” He asked while walking over, sitting near his brother. Taking in everything about the older troll, inquisitive blue eyes flitting over the top of Floyd’s hair and down to his toes.

“I’m fine,” Floyd shrugged, stretching as he stood. Paused as he realized that saying ‘I’m fine’ was not an appropriate response, as Branch had told him so many times before. Practically drilled it into his head, at this point. He cut Branch off before his younger brother could say anything by shaking his head and letting out a loud “I meant- I meant that I’m feeling really good. I’m excited for the show, I slept plenty last night so I’m not tired, and I stretched this morning so I’m not achy like I usually am when I wake up.”

He could visibly see Branch’s tightly-wound demeanor relax, and the younger troll stood to join his brother as they headed out of the dressing room.

“Great. Now come on. They’re not too far away.”

And it was only when they made it into the break room, overstuffed couches laden with throw pillows and the ground practically made of mismatched rugs that Floyd realized all of his brothers had hair caps on. They’d happily yelled out his name when he walked in, and Branch had guided the troll over to a couch to sit down before nodding at JD, who’d been chuckling at the fact that Floyd was staring at them as if they all had grown second heads. 

“How ya feelin’, bro-bro? Ready for BroZone’s big debut into Pop Village?”

“Well, when you put it like that, admittedly nervous. But excited, all the same. I’ve missed singing with you all, truly.” He smiled up at his older brothers, who, upon hearing that, all exchanged a look. They nodded at each other, and Bruce took a deep breath while reaching up to the cap covering his hair.

“Well, buddy, we’ve got a bit of a pre-show gift for you,” he started.

“We know how much your hair means to you, and how hard the change has been on you,” Clay continued.

“So we wanted to do a little something just to remind you that you aren’t alone, with how you’re feeling. No matter how hard it may be at times,” Branch finished, and all four of them pulled off their hair caps after JD counted down from three.

And Floyd instantly burst into tears.

Streaking through each of their hair was bold white streaks, the color dyed at the roots of their hair and stretching up and up, just like Floyd’s. It looked natural- how did they do that? 

A million thoughts were running through his mind, but Floyd couldn’t grasp at a single one as the tears continued to pour down his face. He reached out to them, and his brothers were all surrounding him, hugging him tightly. 

“Surprise,” Branch sang softly, and Floyd grabbed onto his arm, squeezing it tightly as he hugged him. He was making his best attempt to hug everyone, which, seeing as it was four full-grown trolls was a bit hard- but the appreciative smile that was plastered onto his face like the sun piercing through a veil of thick clouds was hard to miss. He continued to cry into the hug, emotions overwhelming him as he went from sobs, to weeping that had the four of them pulling him down from the couch and to the ground and up into their arms. 

It took him a few minutes to pull himself together enough to wipe his eyes, but when he did, Floyd gave his brothers the most grateful look he could manage. He didn’t expect to see them crying, too, but it was clear that he’d affected them by crying so hard- and, the fact that they’d already been having a hard time keeping it together even before surprising him with the monumental change. Trolls didn’t just dye their hair- tinsel and extensions were normal in Pop Village but to physically change it like that? It was almost taboo.

“Man, I love you guys so much. I can’t believe you’d just… do that. For me. It means… it means so much.” His voice wavered as he broke down into tears again, but forced himself to reel it in as John Dory patted his back with a big grin.

“Believe it, bro. We’d go to the ends of the earth for you, this wasn’t nothin’ but a stone’s throw across the water if you ask me.”

“What’d I do to deserve such good brothers?” Floyd laughed tearfully, and Clay ruffled his hair gently. “Some would say you were born into this family. And that’s how you got such good brothers.”

The younger troll laughed, taking his brother’s hand and squeezing it tightly.

“Okay, that was a little cheesy,” Floyd chuckled. “But I gotta ask, who…”

“It was John Dory’s idea,” Bruce boasted proudly for the older troll, who’s ears turned bright red as he looked away.

“Dah, anything for my little brother,” he tried to play it off. But Floyd wasn’t having any of that. The younger troll dove into his older brother, pulling him into a hug. He was followed by his four other brothers, who practically dogpiled him and fell on top of each other. A stunned silence befell the brothers before they burst into laughter, and Floyd could feel a massive weight he didn’t even know that was sitting on his chest lift and dissipate. And he knew right then and there that no matter how down he was feeling about himself, how bad everything could get at times, he would always have his brothers to rely on. There were going to be much, much brighter days ahead.

“I love you guys. So much.” “We love you too, Floyd. Don’t you forget it.”

And he wouldn’t. He never would. 

[zimtlees]

HIII I love your drawings!! The way you draw everyone especially Orel 😭😭,, they all look so nice,, I was wondering if you could draw Orel interacting with his kids if you don't mind 🙏🙏 Have a great day!!

Oh man.... THANKS, I swear drawing Orel... it's like therapy or something

And well, Arthur is the name of Orel and Christina's son ...Orel was thinking of many names for his son during Christina's pregnancy (GODDD)... but Christina decided that his name would be «Arthur», ah yes, in homage to Orel's grandfather... (Arthur would be ...dead) She knows that Orel loved him, so...uh yes, i just like the idea y'know?

Edit: ***SAMUEL SAMUEL SAMUEL Y'ALL PLS FORGET ABOUT THAT NAME UHHHHH

[sanjipussyindulgence]

i know i get pissed about the yamato gender discourse/general transphobia in the one piece fandom at least once a month... but how do you read this panel and miss the point. freedom is such an important concept in the series and, as we see from the newkamas, that includes the freedom to identify as whatever gender you want. you are actively ignoring and disrespecting one piece's values when you misgender yamato, kiku, or any other character. i hate people.

[broz0neglitters]

You let me drown

Branch POV Fanfic

~Hey, hey, if you haven't read parts 1 and 2, I suggest you go read that now cause this is branch POV, so we're going straight to the story. Enjoy ~

Warning: Alcohol/drinking , cuss words Mention

Branch POV:

-Later that night-

I Keep tossing and turning to myself. I can't sleep. It has been days since the whole fight between me and floyd. I keep thinking to myself, why would my favorite brother lie straight to my face? He sure indeed did try to avoid family problems cause he usually was the one who would stop John, Bruce, and Clay from ripping each other apart.

As I got up from my bed as I looked at the time it was 3AM "screw it." I said to myself I didn't want to bother my girlfriend or anyone, so I should talk to floyd again. I'm still not over this mess. It's hard to expect the fact that the one brother who helped me with everything would lie straight to my face....

~Fast forwards~

-Vacay Island-

All of us came to visit Bruce and his family, but mainly for a brother get-together by the beach, in which Bruce makes the best cocktails like it really gets us started. Anyway I arrived with John Dory, Clay, and floyd as Bruce served us cocktails which were named after celebrities

Bruce made me this cocktail. The name was Justin Timberlake, and it was blue and had fresh blueberries. I wish I could taste the alcohol, which had glitter in it. "Wow, Bruce, this tastes amazing. You didn't have to do all this for us." I said, "Aww, it was nothing, bitty B I love doing this for my brothers, and hey, it's even on the menu." Bruce reply I hate being called bitty B. I only allowed Poppy to call me that cause she deserves it I wish she was here

As I saw floyd with his hot pink sunglasses as he took a sip of his cocktail which was called the Troye Sivan. It was hot pink. "This cocktail definitely got me feeling the rush this is good," floyd said I refused to believe a word. That Floyd is saying as I rolled my eyes at floyd I still refuse to sit next to someone who said he would return but never did As Clay took a sip of his it was more like a beer rather than a cocktail which was called Kid Cudi "Man this drink will defiantly keep me up day n night." clay said

"I sure do feel the rush." floyd said. "Stop lying." I said while crossing my arms "Branch, are you still upset about me? I thought we moved past this, and we're here to have a good time." Floyd said, looking at me, "Yo, this eric andre beer is fucking amazing I gotta have another one, Bruce." John said as he was caught in the middle of me and floyd arguing "Are they still at it again." john said "Well, branch is really hurt so I think we should let these two talk it out. We'll chip in if they beat each other up beside they won't unlike you and clay." bruce said sipping on his Daveed Diggs cocktail which was hella fancy as fuck...

"I'm still not. I'm the youngest, for crying out loud, and you literally lied to a fucking baby that you would come back, but you didn't. You wanna know what fucking happened to grandma! SHE FUCKING GOT EATTEN!" I snap angrily "I WAS SINGING HOPING THAT YOU AND THE OTHERS WOULD COME BACK FOR ME BUT GRANDMA SAVE ME I WISH IT WAS ME INSTEAD OF GRANDMA I'M A FUCKING MISTAKE!" I said, crying as floyd put his arms around me "I-i'm sorry I didn't know that happen to grandma." he said, "Don't fucking touch me, you liar" I said, slapping his hands off me

"Should've known your love was nothin' but the surface I'm in the deep end." I said, looking at floyd as floyd put his drinks down as I looked at the waves of the beach. "And I've been begging you to stay, but I really can't. I know you wanted to start a solo career, so I let you go." I reply not looking at him "In fact I have also been begging all the others to stay but they won't listen to me." floyd said "But it still doesn't give you the right to lie to a literal baby." I said

As the sun set me and floyd watched our older brother play in the water, splashing at each other. We both should be out there joining them, but instead, we're both here talking about our feelings, mostly me letting out my emotions as I looked over at floyd who was in tears crying "You showed me exactly who you are and I should've believed it You left me alone out in the dark with all of your demons." I said then floyd replied choking on his every word

"I Got caught up in the tide of all the tears you've cried I know you were blinded by my heart, sinking from the start." Floyd said "But you know what, floyd." I told him, "What?" he said softly. "Should've never followed you this far; now I'm in the deep end, And you let me drown. You didn't even try to save me." I replied as I stood up as floyd held onto my hands "Please branch I didn't mean for this to happen please I'm really sorry and I mean it." floyd said sobbing

As I let go of his hands. "And if real love never dies, Why am I barely breathin'?" I asked him, "Also to mention that I was Here on my own, Out in the deep end, Way down below, with all of your lies and how you told me you would come back but never." I said as floyd couldn't stop crying

He was so pathetic at this point. There was no way I was gonna forgive him floyd knew every word I was saying was true floyd was indeed the bad guy after he told me that he wasn't, even if he fucked up his words...

But floyd thought to himself that although at the reunion, John and Bruce never apologized to Branch, only Clay did although john didn't, floyd knew that John Dory did keep his promise and did come back for Branch and the others, unlike floyd, who felt guilty and ran away from his problem and lying to a literal baby floyd wonders how branch felt about bruce also leaving him but the focus right now is to get branch to forgive him and set this drama aside was floyd main focus floyd also felt bad that he made branch think that john dory was the bad guy

Although John Dory bossed all of them around, he still cared about them. Even after he left, no big brother would ever return for his younger siblings, but John Dory was different. He actually came back and traveled the Seven Seas looking for them, and yet they pin John Dory as the bad guy for caring about his brother.

I Didn't want to sit here any longer, so I wanted to end things with floyd and join the others. "Sometimes I sit and fantasize. Maybe sometime in another life, you would never leave me and we would still be a family." I said, "I understand you, and I wish that too." floyd said, "But I really don't want to continue talking about this mess so to close this chapter, floyd it would take me a while to forgive you and believe everything you say." I said "You have the right and I deserve it I will wait no matter how long it would take you to forgive me I'll be there waiting for your brotherly love again." Floyd said

All I could do was hug him and join the brothers at this point I didn't want to talk about it anymore. The chapters as been closed for me and floyd and as much as I want to forgive floyd I didn't want to hear his lies it will take me a long time to forgive him and floyd knew that

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Anyway, This is the end of the chapter man, this chapter was so good, haha I really enjoyed writing it and I genuinely believe it would take branch years to forgive floyd anyways I will surely start a new Fanfic soon

but in the meantime be sure to read parts 1 and 2 for context <3

Also, the request will be reopened on May 31st and closed back down on Aug 9th, so don't be disappointed if I don't get to your request. As I mentioned, it takes a while to write them, and although it will still be around summer, I have a summer job and need to get ready for the school year, so please be patient. Thank you <3.

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Little Dory pt: 3

First —> Next: https://www.tumblr.com/justscrolllling/765471034543685632/little-dory-part-4

Branch is feeling things about their predicament at the moment, bc our boy is still processing stuff <3

Little Dory seems to be doing pretty well with the situation and is enjoying his time with his ‘new’ brothers!

And Clay and Floyd are trying to keep their cool and just roll with it as to not concern Little Dory or Branch.

(Cough, cough, off in the distance a very large boat with a small passenger makes it to shore just as the hugtime bracelets chime noon. Our little passenger eagerly steps off and heads towards pop village, excited to see his brothers after a couples weeks away…) 😉

Dude I swear my art style shifts every time I draw- I JUST REALIZED I FORGOT CLAY’S ARM WARMERS NOOOOO-

Also I can’t draw branch for some reason 🥲

Also should I start linking the little (heh) comics together? Like adding a link to the next part?

Lastly please excuse any spelling mistakes!

Anyway have a good night everyone! :D

[c-kiddo]

people talking abt asha as if she is a massive contrast/change to the wildmother in cr2 is confusing to me like were you paying attention? like, obviously she is softer, exandria has had a long time to heal from the calamity (though, not particularly long on a nature scale but long enough for healing, enough for civilisation and nature to be more balanced hence her less-strained relationship with erathis) so she's far calmer, but she's also fully the wildmother again rather than a wolf. but even then, as much as a commune with her feels like she's a mother holding caduceus like a child she also does give him the power to swarm people with insects that burrow into their eyes and eat their tongues. she's the fish and the osprey that catches it, shes parasites and snakes and foals and rabbits and wildflowers and mountains and springs and thorns and teeth. thats literally part of caduceus' whole character - his softness and compassion contrasted with him being very clear and open about the violence of nature and that death happens and things are killed and their bodies feed the earth. like the brutality is always there, but its more balanced now, and at present the wildmother's just not as cornered (or suffocated in a city with so much light pollution that you can't see the stars). she's not starving anymore

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julian blossom didn’t just go on a random path, he followed the road not taken by one all american archie andrews.

julian took over archie’s role in the musical—the fictionalized tale of his literal life, taking up the torch as the classic red-haired all star—and then wandered aimlessly as a “lost soul” (indecisive, unsure What His Story Is About) until eventually following the fated footsteps of Fred Andrews by enlisting and dying in the war

a life for a life. julian took on the narrative to try and set archie free.

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hold me | j.f.

synopsis: in which you're the only one he trusts

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The ringing of your phone made you look up from the notes you were reviewing for your big biology test that was coming up.

You took your phone and saw that it was Justin calling, making a smile appear on your face.

"Hey babe, what's up?" you said once you answered, your voice cheerful.

"Um, hi. Can I, um, uh, can I crash at your place tonight?" his voice was shaky, which immediately made you panic.

"Justin, what's going on? What happened?" you asked, the notes on your bed long forgotten.

"Can we talk at your place?" he asked, sniffling through the phone.

"Of course, of course. I'll be waiting for you"

"Thanks. I love you"

"I love you too, baby"

You hung up and immediately started gathering your study material and putting it on your desk, knowing you weren't going to get any more studying done that evening.

After you were finished, you made your way to your parents' room to let them know Justin was coming over and was going to spend some time at your house.

Your parents had loved Justin ever since the two of you started dating 2 years ago, so they were delighted Justin was coming over.

"Did he eat? Do you guys want dinner?" your mom asked, knowing that Justin's home situation was not the most ideal.

"I don't know, I didn't get to ask. I'll heat up some leftover pizza if he's hungry, we'll be fine" you said and just as you finished talking, the doorbell was heard.

You closed the door to your parents' room and bolted down the stairs, flinging open your front door.

Justin was standing there, his Jersey jacket on his hand and his bag flung over his shoulder. He had tried tears coating his cheeks, making your heart shatter more.

"Oh, baby" you muttered and pulled him into your house, locking the door behind you and enveloping him in your arms.

He let his bag fall to the floor as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, burying his head into your shoulder.

"Sh, it's okay, I'm here. Let it all out, you're safe with me" you kept whispering into his hear, rubbing soothing circles on his back and the back of his head.

His cries were muffled by your shirt, his whole body shaking in your hold.

Your heart was breaking for the poor boy currently breaking down in your arms. Nobody deserved to be going through what he was, such a sweet and gentle soul yet so damaged and broken at the same time.

After a while of just holding him, he finally managed to calm down, his cried turning into silent sobs and finally dying down completely.

"Did you eat?" you asked him softly, not wanting your voice to disturb the silence and peaceful atmosphere that enveloped the two of you.

"No, I didn't get around to it" he croaked out, his voice hoarse because of the crying.

"Come on, I heated up some leftover pizza for you. Let's get something in your stomach and then we'll go up to my room and talk, alright?" you were caressing his cheeks while you talked, his arms still wrapped tightly around your waist.

He nodded, not trusting his voice to speak up.

You unwrapped his arms from around your waist but took his hand in yours, pulling him to the kitchen. You knew he needed to feel your touch more than anything right now.

"This is good" he commented once he started eating the pizza, his voice still small but steady now.

"I know, I convinced my parents to get it from that new place that just opened up. The food is absolutely delicious there" you said while you ran your hands through his hair comfortingly.

He nodded but didn't say anything else, making silence envelop the spacious kitchen.

You kept your eyes on him, observing how he was avoiding making eye contact with you. You didn't know why, but figured it was because he would break down again if he looked at you. He tended to do that a lot.

"Come on, let's get you in bed" you said once he finished eating, putting his plate in the dishwasher and taking his hand.

He silently walked behind you, his steps light and silent as to not disturb your parents.

Once you were both in the privacy of your room, Justin took a seat on your bed and kept his gaze on the floor, not saying anything.

"Do you want to talk about it?" you asked him, taking a seat next to him on your bed and taking one of his hands in yours, intertwining your fingers with his.

He was quiet for a second before he raised his head to look at you.

"Meth Seth is back. He lost a grand of cash last week and he thinks I stole it from him. We got into an argument tonight and, well, I gathered all my shit and left" he said, his hurt now replaced with anger and defeat.

"Look at me, baby" you said as you raised your free hand to his face and cupped his cheek, making him look at you. "You're going to move here, permanently. I don't care what anyone says, your mom or Seth or anyone. I'm not letting you go back there ever again, do you hear me?"

He pursed his lips and nodded, his eyes filling with tears.

"I don't want to intrude. I don't want to be a bother to you or your parents" he started shaking his head, looking away from you.

"You, Justin Foley, are not a bother to us. My parents adore you, they are going to be thrilled to have you around constantly. Baby, you are so loved by them, they see you as their own son. Don't ever doubt how loved you are by this family, how much we want to keep you safe and sound, baby"

By now, tears were running down your cheeks as you looked at the broken boy before you. Justin was also crying, staring back at you, not believing what he was hearing.

He grew up without a father and with a junkie mother, a mother who never cared about his well-being as much as she cared for her boyfriends. A mother who never made him feel loved, cared for and happy, what any child should feel from their parents.

"I love you so fucking much, and I am so fucking grateful to have you in my life. You don't even realize how much you mean to me and how much I appreciate everything you and your parents have done for me. You've saved me, Y/N"

You pulled him into your arms and rested your head in the crook of his neck, both of you sobbing into each other.

"I love you so much, Justin Foley" you whispered in his ear, planting a kiss at the base of his neck.

"I love you, too. So much. Please, just hold me and don't let me go" he whimpered, wrapping his arms even tighter around your body, if that was even possible.

"I'm never going to let you go, baby. Never" you whispered back, reassuring both of you that you are never going to leave each other.

Your thoughts started to wonder on what your life was going to look from now on, but you shook them away.

For now, you were just going to hold your boy.

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