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anteroom-of-death · 11 months ago

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Teacher's Pet part 14

Synopsis: The Reader gets a potential glimpse into her future. She also makes an enemy.

A/n: yeaaayyyy. More fun. Fuckery world building. Thanks to all my readers. I should probably do a tag list instead of zapping ur inboxes. Uhhh....yeah. to my mutuals who have to deal with me and aren't attached to this, I am sorry. I love you and I would donate my organs to you.

Grades were posted. Most were good, nothing to really write home about. You did far better than you expecting. The self-doubt really was deep-rooted, wasn’t it?

Except one. That stupid alien gave you a near-perfect. Just one point shy of an absolutely perfect one-hundred percent.

So much for no favoritism…

You’d take it anyways. And not bring it up…

Work was slow but it was steady.

He even met you between shifts at your park.

You started feeling a tad insane without him. Did love feel like this? You admitted you had little experience with love. Just what you attempted to create in the past. And trashy books and television shows and movies and songs…

You needed him like you needed a cigarette and a stiff drink after a long day.

Bella Swan would be so proud of you, you degraded yourself in your mind.

“How is work going?” The Doctor asked with genuine shine of curiosity in his tone and face.

“The amount of professors in now…I have to dodge them! I do think the statistics professor I had two terms ago recognized me!” You spoke in a shocked, scared tone. You didn’t need that getting out. Could ruin your future plans.

“Oh no!” He chuckled, as he handed you a bit of sandwich.

“You aren’t forgettable.”

You skeptically glared over at him.

“Any who. How was your gig at the student union?”

“No one appreciated the irony of Pink Floyd.”

“And?”

“Everyone loves Doctor Disco!” He flourished then played air guitar.

You burst out laughing. With a quick roll of your eyes, you shook your head.

“You’re such a nerd.”

“I invented the concept!”

“Probably true!” You let yourself think of his time on Earth. Who knew what funk he has spread? You weren’t going to delve into it much more.

Yet.

One day, when you felt brave enough.

“I have to go to London for a while in two weeks. Just maintenance of the Black Archives…I need to streamline some stuff for making it easier for my next few regenerations. And update some things about a plan for proxy since another organization is down to a woman named Gwen and her husband and she’s thinking of retiring the entire engagement. Her…leader hasn’t returned to the planet in ages. I doubt he ever will. This planet has caused him too much pain. Which, ironic, since his ancestors came from here. Talk about mother wounds! Just upload all the databases for UNIT to deal with.”

“Inviting me?” You clarified.

“Yeah…I think it’ll take a week. Especially with the layers of bureaucracy that is in place these days.” He looked over, his hair caught in the wind. “Could you spare a week? No TARDIS, no time travel. Just hop to, hop out, the slow way around.”

You licked your top row of teeth and scraped it back into place.

“Sure?”

“Perfect. I’ll have them ready a room, a better room for us.”

“One with a window?”

“If they do have those.”

You nodded.

“It’s a date!”

“Fantastic.” He smiled but seemed to flash in his eyes some hidden response from just the one word…

You chewed your shared sandwich and sipped your can of Coke Zero. The weather was getting warmer and the sun was actually shining in one of those perfect, photo-ready days.

“The vitamin D feels good, doesn’t it?” You turned your head to face the sun. The heat felt too good on your skin. You let a little moan slip through your lips.

“Perhaps. I might need a sun crème soon.” He replied.

You snorted. He was bone pale, but you didn’t know how alien skin worked yet.

“Yeah, you are pretty pale.”

Your alarm went off and you had to go.

Final good-byes said and you stalked off.

You had to plan out your little London escape. If it was hard work for him, you wanted to kill time in comfort. Do some sightseeing. Nothing major. London had tons of viral cafés and pop-ups.

The time flew by…

And suddenly you were off and away in another fancy armored Range Rover with armed escorts.

He did do you a bit of justice and got you a room with a view. Just not a particularly stunning one…

He went off, rather rapidly if you did say so yourself, because something needed him to submit his DNA and he couldn’t have any radiant interference. Petronella needed to be with him to get her DNA analyzed or something. You were not going to try to comprehend.

Fine by you, you’d nose around. There were so many floor and he gave you some sort of weird blank paper he said would get you through anything you needed.

“It’s psychic paper!” He said, smile up to his ears.

“Looks like a piece of printer paper shoved into an old wallet to me.” You replied as you regarded the object.

Fine by you, you stuffed it in your jean’s pocket.

You found yourself on the first floor, and saw a door open. There was a sign posted on an easel. ‘Companions and Surviving Family Support Group’, it proclaimed.

You put two and two together. It was probably in reference to the man doing who-knows-what.

You weren’t a companion per say. The Doctor assured you as much.

Did you invade? Did you go look at your future? Or a potential future? It mentioned family members…

Your curiosity got the best of you. Like that damn cat!

You walked in, it was set up like a Narcotics Anonymous meeting. Coffee, sweet treats, chairs all in a circle.

There were already a crowd of people.

And your entrance wasn’t exactly planned.

You slid onto the chair that was closest to the door. An east exit if this was too much.

“Oh! A new face!” A woman with a lot of life etched into her face with a kind smile and a mop of white-shock hair, her lips as red as blood.

“Does, is…am I late?” Was the best you could choke out. You could feel your eyes start to bulge. You swallowed hard. All eyes were on you. You didn’t like it. You preferred anonymity.

The mistake was already clear in your mind.

“No, dove. Right on time! We’re still waiting on Ian! I’m Jo!” She scooted her chair closer to you.

You thrust your tongue out and bit it’s side.

“I’m (y/n).”

A short woman with a leather jacket and all the authoritarian air of something that placed your hairs on the back of your neck at attention glared at you and Jo. “Why don’t we save it all for introductions…”

You got up and grabbed a bottle of water and sat back down.

An ancient man wandered in and sat down.

“Oh! Ian, love! We got a new straggler!” Jo said to him and gave him a hug that seemed too strong for her aged body.

The bossy girl cleared her throat. “Now we can start.”

You hated her already. She clearly ran this group with an iron fist.

There was Jo, Ian, the bitch’s name was Yaz, Martha, a woman who called herself Ace, a married couple named Nyssa and Tegan, a grandmother and grandson duo named Graham and Ryan, a Mel, and some young man named Luke…

Quite a big group.

It came down to you, you introduced yourself. And were supposed to give some brief synopsis of your relationship with the Doctor.

You stared off into space.

“Yeah, he’s here…doing something. I don’t know. I’m his…girlfriend. He’s also a professor at my university.” You stared at your left palm and gauged the reaction. “Nothing major. I’ve got his promise that he’s not going to get me in the way of death.” You finished with a shrug. “He introduced me to his…ex recently. Some milf named Missy. Have you lot met her?”

Yaz’s eyes could have make entrails out of you…

“What? Did I not brush my teeth correctly?” You pointed that faux-question towards her.

“She told me she didn’t do relationships.” She spoke in a tiny voice eventually.

“Well, maybe I’m special.” You shot Yaz a shit-eating grin masked as an innocent smile.

“Oh! I heard the Master went female!” Jo broke up your brewing tiff. “He was such a softie towards me! I enjoyed our little battles.”

You laughed and covered up your palm.

The conversations went on. Mainly centered around Missy now. Apparently she was the prime minister and tortured Martha and her family. Also, body-snatched Nyssa’s father. And became a cat. She’d certainly done her fair share of damage. No wonder she was chained up in a basement in Bristol of all places.

That explained her feline nature.

“Which Doctor are you with?”

“I don’t know. Tall? Thin? Scottish? Severe face? Plays guitar? Wild grey hair. Dark roots, too handsome…yeah.” You didn’t know how many or what the Doctor looked like previously.

“Oh. So the one before Yaz and Graham and me!” Ryan piped up. “She mentioned being a grey-haired Scot right before we met her.”

“Oh, so he got his wish of being a chick next.” You affirmed.

“Wonder what happened to you!” Yaz said, venom starting to leak into her voice.

“Nothing I need to know about, okay?” You pressured back. Two could play this game.

She clearly had sour grapes over you getting chosen and not her.

More conversations broke out, more story-swapping. You started to feel beyond way out just out of your depths. You had to keep your calm. Especially in front of your new foe. Any weakness and you were going to be either throwing down with her or she’d do something unspeakable.

She was apparently a police officer, after all!

“So you’ve never gone on an adventure? To space? Not even back in time? Or forward?” Ace spoke incredulously.

“No, I’m not going to put my life at risk. I made him promise to not. He’s retired. He just needs to help UNIT and rehabilitate Missy.”

“She doesn’t stay good!” Yaz spit out. She then told her tale of him and how the only way to break free from him, the Doctor had to hand Missy over to the Nazis.

“Not my problem.” You said, after finally scraping your jaw off the floor.

“And wow, what the fuck happened between now and when? Handing over someone to the literal Nazis?” You shot up an errant hand and glared. “And hanging around cops. No offense. It’s like historical Jesus versus American Jesus.” You made the decision to bite your middle finger nail in a covert attempt to flip her off.

“Maybe you had something to do with it.” She accused.

“Oh, yeah. Blame me.” You said.

Others attempted civility between the two of you.

Martha seemed between two minds here.

“Just remember how powerful your emotions are!” Ian called out. “Especially how deeply the Doctor evokes them in us!”

It dawned on you, and you decided to take the highest of roads. “Yeah, were dealing with some alien. Like…damn. We really are out here getting….cut up over an alien. He’s our weird alien. But yeah.” He was your alien. And you were going to defend your man, but you didn’t want Yaz and her feelings to make you any less powerful. “His body count has got to be in the millions.” You used the term in a way to dig in that the Doctor picked you for the mainstream meaning and not Yaz. But it worked for companions too!

“Who knows how many of us he’s taken a shine to!” Suddenly you felt yourself heart plummet. You knew you weren’t special as part of a group, but you decided to soothe yourself with your marked differences. No magical abduction story. Just a normal, morally-grey student and teacher relationship. Only it was your luck to end up with the most ran-through alien.

And, it did suit you. You too were ‘ran-through’.

You wished he was free and you could get some comfort here…

You felt yourself return to normal, and decided to pass the ultimate catch.

“Sorry for getting heated. The past month or so since he’s revealed his double life to me, has been…shattering. I’ve only recently discovered that he was…you know, not some man I hang out with. I only recently started calling him Doctor. Not Professor Smith.”

The though of him not taking anyone else as a lover after you did fill you with a sense of pride. Whatever impact you had, that was a mark in your favor. Loyal to you…even if you were dead or broken-up or whatever your fate was to mess around with anyone else.

A permanent (y/n)-shaped hole no one could even get close enough to fill.

When he was done with his task you’d have to slap him and then suck him off.

Martha finally put in her two cents.

“Just don’t get hurt. The last time he was in love when I was with him…so bad. The ending was enough to destroy me.”

“Thank you.”

The conversation went back to normal. You really enjoyed Jo’s stories. Apparently he was a white-haired debonair sort for her. You were curious to see what that had looked like. You doubted it could compare to your particular Doctor, but it was probably very close.

You found yourself laughing and getting along with most. Except for Yaz. You both kept finding yourselves shooting daggers at each other.

You tried to rise above it.

However. You were only human…

You heard a sharp rap at the door and turned at the noise.

It was your Doctor.

“Sorry. I was going to the toilets. Heard some nice familiar voices. Smelt the coffee! I love a cup of coffee after genetic sequencing…Hello!”

There were nary a word as he strode over and made a cup, dumping about a dozen sugar packets in.

“I’ll let you all talk amongst yourselves. Oh, and (y/n), I have tickets to walk through the Chelsea Physic Garden at three. Will you join me? And Martha, I am so deeply sorry for all I’ve done to you. It’s weighed on my conscience since I was a young man in a bow-tie. Truly. From the bottoms of both my hearts. And, oh, faces I don’t know yet, catch your laters.” He shot a quick peace sign.

He breezed out with the same ease that he came in with…

You flushed hard and felt yourself wanting to kick your legs hard. The smile that crept up around your face was probably very goofy. You felt suddenly very giddy and lovesick. And embarrassed.

You swore you heard Yaz mutter something about “Daddy issues”.

You wanted to snap and fight her on the floor.

Jo and Ace heckled. “Oh, he’s back to being a groovy gentleman.” Jo said. “I recognize that red jacket!”

After a while, everyone seemed to wrap it up.

You received quite a few warnings about how passionate a relationship with the Doctor is, and how it would eventually run it’s course.

You didn’t know whether to heed it, or believe him. You were airing on the side of him. After all, he could have popped down here in his TARDIS, but he was following your regulations down to the letter. Changed behaviors, and for whatever reason, when you were long gone, and he was a she, the Doctor didn’t take Yaz up on her romantic offerings.

You felt ashamed of your ‘I can fix him’/’I am the only exception’ mindset. You were a rebel to the idea of monogamy usually. You also didn’t believe in true love. Not after all that you’d seen at work and even experienced in your personal life. However, the beating of your heart and the ache in your soul and the throb of your cunt interfered…

You felt like you were his favorite.

Maybe you were.

You were delusional enough, you decided.

With final hugs and you swore you’d get down and learn more about your shared alien, you’d exited to go and text him that you were out front, smoking.

“You know, maybe you died from lung cancer.” Yaz materialized, carrying some stuff to her car. “Or emphysema.”

You blew out a puff in her general direction.

“I don’t need a lecture. He’s already on my ass enough to get me to quit.” You played back.

“So, lady Doctor. What does she look like?” You asked. Curious. You tried a friendly route. “Still Scottish?” The two incarnations of Time Lords you had met had been. It was an honest question. You even tried a cordial laugh.

“No, definitely not Scottish.”

You nodded.

“She’s blonde and has the most amazing eyes! I took her to get her ears pierced. She’s the most incredible and infuriating person I’ve ever met.”

“Apparently that’s par for the course.” You agreed.

She gave you some agreement.

“Does she still play guitar?” You offered an opportunity to bond, girl to girl. You may have hated her, but a cop on your side may come in handy. One day. And you both were tied to each other now.

So…you had to act your age or whatever.

She was a little younger than you. You could remember being her age. Empathy.

“No, she can’t even carry a tune. She sings all the time.”

You had to let a small snort escape.

“He can sing really well.” You cupped a palm to your mouth. “It’s a bit annoying at times, you know. He frequently does during his lectures.”

“So…that hadn’t changed.” You could see the gears in her brain turning.

“Wait, he’s your professor?” She exclaimed.

“Not currently.” You shrugged, as his text saying that he was coming down popped up, absolved of guilt.

“That’s so wrong!”

“Honey, the Doctor abducts barely legal girls with a degree of regularity. I think a tame affair with a student who started uni later than most is the best-case scenario. You included.” You flicked a bit of ash off your cigarettes end. “No offense.”

“Yeah…” You clearly won.

He swanned into the little front garden at the entrance of UNIT. He changed to a hoodie and simple black blazer and a relaxed pair of checked trousers.

It made your heart skip a beat.

“Hey. I was thinking Italian for dinner. Or Thai. In the fifty-second century there’s a great collision of their flight colonies.”

You smacked your teeth together and let out the final puff of smoke.

“You’re the Doctor before my Doctor.” Yaz gazed up, a look of pre-mourning in her eyes.

“As my wife, River, would say, ‘Spoilers, sweetie.’ It’s nice to meet you early. I’ll try to wipe you from my memory to make it easier for my future self.” He gave Yaz’s shoulder a squeeze.

“Yeah, good luck. See you soon?” You called out as you let yourself be swept off your feet by your particular Doctor.

“Sure?” You heard her say.

A few blocks later and going on the Underground, you pulled him close by the lapels. You gave him a firm kiss and slapped his ass. It was a ‘thank-you’ in a small, simple way. You’d never end up, all things go as planned, like any of those perfect victims. Who knew, maybe you’d dump him. It was all open-ended.

You had your entire life ahead of you. More or less.

For now, it was just you, the Doctor, and a walk in a garden with a fabulous dinner date.

“What was that for?” He looked at you quizzically.

“You’ll never know…” You grinned immensely and a little psychotically. You felt your nose crinkle a bit.

“Oh?” He replied back, skeptical in tone.

It was a start.

“Yeah…” You breathed, inhaling this moment. Inhaling the scent of him, you felt sane, safe, stable and most importantly- in love and loved back.

The train pulled up.

A perfect start to a perfect week.

He snaked out the psychic paper and tapped it like it was an oyster card. You entered the platform and smiled up at him...

Yeah, life was beyond awesome.

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lanternfields · 17 days ago

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Beneath the Mind AU Prologue timeline lore

Heads up this timeline of events is specifically just for this trolls au that I've been making and some of the lore that I put like the bergan ancestors originally being experimented pop trolls is just something I made up! Thanks!

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Ancestral era of the troll tribes

-First troll tribes

-The making of the strings

- an unknown amount time of peace among the tribes

Pop has the largest tribal population and believes they should share their music and happiness with the other troll tribes.

Pop steals all the strings and starts their campaign to unify the trolls under one music, their music.

This campaign was led by a young king at the time.

The other tribes understandably don’t like this and so are openly rebelling to get their strings back. Rock in particular was doing a lot of damage.

10 long years of open rebellion among the tribes

- In the first few years pop had internal rebellions trying to stop the campaign for their own reasons.

- For pop this caused a deep division for the tribe, thus causing some branches of the tribe to split away from their hidden capital to avoid conflict, their descendents are sub-genre of pop trolls in the present. (Like the K-pop gang)

- Around the middle of the rebellion, so like 5 years after it started, the pop king at the time started experimenting with the powers of the strings and tested on the captured internal rebels, since well they weren't going to be missed by the majority of the pop tribe.

- This experimentation meant to mass produce a special skill for the pop trolls, shapeshifting, resulted in failure but made the ancestors of the Bergans. This also gave way for the incomplete theory for the ultimate power cord that King Thrash manages to finish in the main storyline.

- The pop king then, decided to get rid of any evidence of the experimentation, this resulted in his closest advisors and warriors having to put the ancestors of the Bergans as far away from the capital. So transporting their rapidly changing bodies away.

- This whole experimentation debacle started then ended in the span of 3 years, so at this point 8 years into the war, it was during those 3 years did the other tribes finally started gaining some wins against pop and getting inside hints on where pop’s hidden capital is.

- Around the end of the experimentation part, the little brother of the king of pop, age is like a preteen, started to subtly sabotage the campaign since at this point he’s scared of his brother and had enough of the conflict.

- In the last 2 years of the rebellion was the worst for pop as the tribes were closing in on the pop capital and were putting them under siege.

In the tenth and final year was when the siege finally broke through the pop capital defences and the other tribes leaders and warriors came through to get their strings back and run.

During the final battle of the tribal leaders against the pop king they managed to get funk’s string out first but couldn’t get the others.

But during the final battle the pop king did die before he could play the incomplete theory of the ultimate power chord but not at the hands of any of the tribal leaders but by his brother’s hand who at this point was 13 and stabbed him in the back.

It was there the tribal leaders got their strings back with the help of the new pop king and all decided to go their separate ways and call their people back to live in isolation.

In the wake of the siege, the pop capital was just a shadow of its former self due to the two year siege and subsequent final battle that took place within the capital.

The pop tribe’s population had dwindled and needed stability, the ruined capital wasn’t going to cut it.

- So in the end the 13 year old pop king at the time decided it was best if the pop trolls were to leave their old capital and go nomadic for a bit then find a new place to settle down.

- The pop trolls were nomadic for a good decade until finally deciding to settle deep in the forest where the troll tree in the first movie would be found.

-Now it's been a decade since peace was established through isolation among the tribes. The pop trolls are starting to live in the new troll tree with their now young adult king who wants to forget the whole rebellion happened in the first place. This means keeping quiet about the other troll tribes for generations and only making his descendants aware of the other tribes not the people. As his belief was that ignorance was bliss, as he was at his happiest before he found out about what pop really did to the other tribes, so his people and future generations should to.

(Bergan Era) - A century has passed since separation was established among the tribes

The bergens, a wandering group of species so different and more miserable than their ancestors stumble upon the troll tree, where the pop have been living happily and forgotten their history

The Bergan have only one folk tale that’s been passed among them for a century. It tells how they supposedly came to be from the ground and small creatures of bright colours once watched from afar and they gave them a semblance of happiness but when their ancestors became too scary for the colourful creatures to be around anymore they left without a word thus taking their only source of happiness away.

When they see the pop trolls for the first time the Bergans connected them to the colourful creatures of their folk story and grew hopeful that they might finally achieve the happiness that the story entailed. This did not happen, at least not at first.

One day a young Bergan ate a troll and became happy for a day, and now every Bergan wants a troll to eat.

Bergans soon gather any pop troll that leaves near the tree and builds a strong cage so the troll doesn't escape. This cage is heavily fortified with no chance of escaping through the bars for the pop trolls.

The Bergan kingdom was established along with the town in a few years time

The first Trollstice is made

The pop trolls do try different escape routes in the beginning of the Trollstice era but only to result in failure due to the Bergan watching them like hawks.

It was then the pop king back then, Poppy’s great grandfather, to play the long game and start plans on making underground escape tunnels. So the pop trolls start digging with the little resources they have and continue to do so until the end of the Trollstice era, which was a century after they started digging when King Peppy led them out of there.

The end of the bergan era in, year 199, when the great escape happened.

#trolls #dreamworks trolls #trolls world tour #lore #world lore #timeline #beneath the mind au #trolls au

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rocksibblingsau · 11 months ago

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What would your idea of royalty in in trolls be? Would the royal trolls be the richest in their tribe (and would that make Poppy and Rock Prince Branch the richest out of their tribe)? Or would it just be a title for leadership or just some acknowledgment of being a descendant of some noble ancestor?

So in the cases of royalty it's typically acknowledging that the troll is family of the original six who wielded the strings. This doesn't exactly mean a blood relative, and personally I believe that it's been generations since the Rock monarch has been technically related to the Rock ancestor. If hypothetically trolls did care about that sort of thing, which I don't think they do, Rock would be the one tribe to really not care.

Barb is a 'descendant' of the Rock ancestor, but there's been so many adoptions in her family that genetically she's no more related to them than Val or Riff is. Trollex is a descendant of the Techno ancestor. Either Quincy or Essence is a descendant of the Funk ancestor.

Pop however? Honestly under Bergen rule I imagine their population dwindled quite a bit. I personally have the headcanon that the reason Poppy was due to be eaten rather than Viva, who was older (other than retconning which is the irl reason) is that part of Chef's responsibility was to keep the trolls in prime condition. If the royal family was horribly disrupted it would likely lead to a lot of chaos which would lead to a lot of grey trolls which I imagine are considered inedible. The king/queen was off limits. The heir was off limits. The spares though? Those were given to the royal family.

It's a very sad fate that any kid after the first would essentially be born to die, which is why I think there was so much focus on Poppy that day over Viva. If they were caught some of them would be eaten, but that was luck (unluck) of the draw, meanwhile Poppy was the only guarantee.

Many kings and queens likely tried to get around this by either hiding their second-born as best they could or opting out of having a spare, which would probably just have resulted in the heir being eaten and then a spare being needed and bumped up to heir status.

Thing is... this system may not have always been the case, so it's very possible the original Pop ancestor bloodline was eaten and replaced by the next available troll willing to lead. Combined with the revisions made in their scrapbook about the strings? It's no wonder Pop Trolls knew nothing about the other tribes, the ones who would have got eaten.

Back to the last two tribes, Country and Classical. Both of their leaders hold other titles of Conductor and Mayor (though you could say Trollex does, as he holds the title of DJ, but he's still referred to as king). I could see either or both of the tribes leadership being less 'child of ancestor' and more 'successor of ancestor'. An apprentice. Classical Trolls I could see the successor being picked by the conductor in an almost 'Twilight Sparkle' style way of being one of their most promising students. Meanwhile with Country I'm thinking they might hold an election and the previous Mayor would fill them in on the role and about the string.

#sibblings au #sibblings qna #rock troll culture #pop troll culture #worldbuilding

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rea1native · 4 months ago

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The time has come… I am cringe but I am free

TBOSAS TROLLS AU

Summary of the Trolls Lore:

The six main troll tribes were divided by a musical string into different genres of music, the main ones are Pop, Rock, Techno, Funk, Classical, and Country. There are sub-genres of each different genre that tend to live separately from the main genre. They all used to live together until the pop troll leader stole all of the string. After the pop troll's ancestor stole all the strings. The other five tribes grabbed their strings and ran, living isolated from each other.

At some point after this, the Pop trolls were discovered by the Bergens, who created a holiday called Trollstice, where they just eat the trolls. King Peppy led the escape from the troll tree, but some trolls were separated, including Peppy's eldest daughter, Viva. this group later became the Putt-Putt Trolls. 20 years later, Poppy, the youngest, is now Queen, ends Trollstice and becomes friends with the Bergens, but the Putt-Putt trolls still live in fear.

After many years, the Queen of the Rock, Barb, wanted to gather all the six strings for their power to make them united under Rock, but Poppy was able to grab and destroy the strings. Now they all live united together again.

now onto my little mew mews:

Lucy Gray Baird: Bluegrass troll

Lucy Gray is a Pop troll who converted into a sub-genre of country.

She's part of a group of pop trolls called The Covey, who were able to escape from the Troll Tree during the reign of the Bergens, and now they travel from place to place performing their music for anyone who wants to hear.

She's a confident, heart-filled, and sassy troll who loves to sing and dance like any other troll. Like the rest of the Covey, traveling is in her blood, and she doesn't like to stay in one place for too long.

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Sejanus Plinth: Putt Putt Troll

Sejanus is a pop troll.

him and his family were part of the group of pop trolls who got separated during the escape from the Bergens.

He's a meek and frightened troll who is scared that the Bergens are still after them because that's all he's ever known. When he's not, he's very sassy and very affectionate with others. He loves making new friends.

While he loves to sing and dance, he's still frightened of the Bergens coming and finding them because he's being too loud (because singing killed his grandma), much like many other Putt-Putt trolls. So, it's rare that he's openly doing what he loves.

but he loves listening to others sing and might even do a dance or two.

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well well...

Coriolanus Snow: Pop troll who is converting to Classical

Coriolanus is a pop troll who is converting into Classical.

His family is known for have pure white hair and icy blue eyes that pop troll aren’t known to have.

He likes to organize and to be taken seriously, but Pop trolls aren’t known for being serious and aren’t serious enough for him. He can be mean sometimes, but he’s got a reputation to uphold (no, he doesn’t), so to him, it’s justified. He thinks that he was meant to be a classical troll because most of them have pure white hair like him.

He’s still a little silly tho

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Here some silly like comics of these three 🥰

How these three became friends is a mystery but I guess it was written in the star or something idk

#art #digital art #trolls #trolls band together #trolls world tour #trollstopia #trolls the beat goes on #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #trolls au #tbosas au #tbosas art #sejanus plinth #lucy gray baird #coriolanus snow #oh god I actually did it #thank you to those two people who fueled my delusions #theyre so silly

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block-moss · 1 year ago

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Love your troll anatomy headcanons!! Do you have any thoughts for glitter trolls? Are they considered a subspecies to pop trolls? And what about the bounty hunter trolls?

Thank you sm! as far as we are aware, in canon, glitter trolls have only been seen in the pop tribe; so, i would consider them to be a subtype of poptroll !

The Kpop trolls are obviously a subtype of pop/glitter, possibly with a mutated gene for glitter skin that makes it smooth and holographic. Smooth jazz probably originates from an old mixed tribe of classical, funk, and pop (which is why Chaz can fly, has curled hair that grows downward, and a similar body type to poptrolls). Yodelers and Country i’d think originate from a common ancestor i’ll call Folk trolls. Reggaeton probably originates from different tribes of funk + techno + pop + rock mixing, creating new genres that then also mixed, until eventually becoming Reggaeton (convoluted, i know).

The world is a large place, and i doubt all the genres really stayed completely separated all those years. the sub genres are born from breakaway tribes who probably mingled with other breakaway tribes, making all kinds of music and what not.

it’s very fun to come up with these, i welcome anyone to pitch in their ideas too 🙏🙌

#trolls headcanons #trolls fandom #trolls 2 #trolls world tour #trolls

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sunnixsunshine · 1 year ago

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An attempt at designing a more developed/future look of Trollstopia in which I used Pixar’s Elemental beautiful world building/design as inspo + idk pop troll ancestors? With which I based on opossums which I will be doing going forward because I think its cute lol

Trollstopia would evolve into a bustling diverse city with very unique architecture; downtown Techno reef would be pretty much the only district thats made up of mostly techno residents, of course, but it is a popular tourist destination where non water breathing guests are provided with wet suits and oxygen helmets and expert guides/teachers. The funk trolls are probably the ones who to thank for the structurally sound marvel that is this city as without their advanced technology it would’ve been a slower development and construction. If i ever figure out perspective and better architectural design I totalllllly wanna draw a better snippet of what the different parts of the city would look like.

I think the pop’s ancestors hung from their tails much like opossums are actually wrongfully known for(apparently its a myth lol) and used their hair to encase themselves and their young inside as protection— which would evolve into the pods they sleep in today. Modern pop trolls probably cant hand fromntheir tails anymore, much less hand upside down for an extended amount of time. What remains though id their ability to cover themselves with their hair, their main camouflage against predators. Their hair used to be much thicker and as they grew older, their hair would grow down and go along their backs, specifically tailored to carry their offspring as it was common to have at least two eggs in a year so they often had a lot of offspring. Birth rate began to decline after the tribes separated actually, and, much later on, declined further when in captivity of the Bergens. Birth rate is still technically in decline, pop trolls really only having a total of 3 eggs average in their life time, 4-6 eggs being fairly rare but not totally unheard of, its just a matter of if those other eggs are viable as they are at high risk of, well, not being viable.

#trolls #trolls dreamworks #trollstopia #trolls headcanons #trolls fanart

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trollielollie · 1 year ago

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Now for the Funk elder. Queen Athena Solar Summer.

I heavily based her designs off of disco balls and the 70s. Fun fact. She and Siren were engaged, before siren died. Also it’s clear that there are major changes from her og design to her current. As much as I wanted to keep her jumpsuit and cool cape, I felt her new design fitted my art style better, and instead the jumpsuit design could be used as a somewhat fancier outfit.

This old baddy lives somewhere deep within the funk archives zoned out beyond belief. Like she doesn’t even know what day or year, or that she is even in a ship (relatable)

#funk trolls #old art #trolls #art #trolls world tour #fanfic #trolls oc #my ocs #for the funk ancestor

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secretlizzycookie · 11 months ago

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headcanons of the troll tribes

•Funk

-Their ancestors used to have tails, but as they became more 'civilized' they began to lose their tails.

-They have claws but they prefer to file them since they do not use them and they are somewhat annoying for them.

-they have fangs and their bite is very strong, they will unconsciously show them when they get angry.

-there is no preference between using four legs or two.

-It is taught from adolescence to practice defense, never to attack.

-They will avoid a fight if possible, but if the other throws the first blow they will immobilize him.

-They are quite creative by nature.

-They have a good sense of smell and can distinguish someone by their smell.

-Sometimes they are very egocentric for letting many things be known.

•Country

-They use firearms and only the most trustworthy are taught to use them.

-They have enough resistance and strength.

-The sheriff is the unofficial leader more out of preference than anything else, but if they don't trust him they won't follow him.

-They have to control their strength with other tribes for fear of accidents.

-Never insult his tail or his hair, you will receive a strong kick if you do (do you have any idea how strong are?)

-It has claws but they are very short, they take more care of their hooves.

-They are quite loyal but it is difficult to gain their trust.

•Pop

-Good metabolism for sweet foods.

-They spend a lot of energy so they eat various desserts or fruits.

-When they fight they usually let themselves be guided by their instincts, sponging themselves a little to perceive more.

-They have claws and fangs, they make them notice when they have a strong emotion, sometimes it is unconscious.

-Their tail is similar to that of a lion, varying in length or fluffy, it is quite expressive and helps them maintain balance.

-They are very intense in their hobbies and that makes it difficult for them to accept those of other trolls.

-They are quite playful when they are little and that causes them to get hurt but gives them resistance as they grow.

-They growl when they are angry.

-They can see a little in the dark but not that much, just distinguishing someone from an object.

•Techno

-They can make their body light up or stop glowing completely to hide.

-They can see in the dark even if they are not used to the dark( at least not in the present).

-The techno have a history of encountering other hostile sea civilizations.

-Only a few can control water, it means they are somehow related to their ancestor.

-They have claws and their eyes will turn into slits when they are VERY upset.

-They have to be constantly active (raves), if not then they will become absent-minded and then somewhat aggressive.

-They have a monarchy and two second in command (one of them is bliss marina) from the towns somewhat far from techno reef.

-Only the trollex family can float on land because they are more attached to their string.

-Those who are born with hydrokinesis are educated to control it since they are somewhat dangerous, this generates a certain distrust of them from other techno.

•Classical

-They are very coordinated so they tend to be together often.

-If they feel in danger they will look for company.

-They have high standards depending on their manners and skills for certain instruments.

-They have a short, fluffy tail, with which they can feel the gusts of wind and fly better.

-They are quite resistant and fast with those wings.

-Their diet is based on vegetables and some fruits.

-They are brave and will go down fighting.

-They learned to 'let go' more when they met the other tribes.

-They use their music as a weapon but they can only use it and they have their string.

-They usually only have one child, more would be dangerous for their health.

-They don't usually admit when they can't handle something because of expectations.

•Rock

-When they are puppies they are playful and quite heavy.

-Sharp fangs and retractable claws.

-They resist high temperatures (that's why they live in a volcano).

-Their tail is like a cat's and twitches when they are defensive.

-They use heat as energy, and their city is sustained by the volcano.

-They are spiteful and somewhat stubborn.

-They often have secret hobbies as they may seem 'silly' or 'cute' to other rock trolls.

-They don't share their fears or worries because they don't want to appear weak.

-They are very aggressive when fighting, preferably using their claws

•In general

-They contain their own music that can be used as energy.

-The scars are white (like an absence of color).

-What happened to the ancestors is something that everyone knows (except the pops at the beginning) but ignores (like the elephant in the room).

-Poppy wasn't the only one given advice to be a better leader, Queen Barb was also 'reprimanded'.

-Everyone has a certain ability to shine but not everyone can use their hair like pop trolls do.

#headcanons #trolls headcanons #trolls funk #trolls rock #trolls country #techno trolls #pop trolls #classical trolls #queen poppy #trolls poppy #trolls barb

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bough-25 · 9 months ago

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Rock (appearances)

A little bit taller than pop but a lot shorter than metal

They tend have less fur (or less fluffy) than metal since they live near a volcano

They are more quicker than metal and can keep up with them during fighting or in a mosh pit

They can heal fast but the pain remains longer of not being care for

Tails are more shorter than metal but can size of metal (depending on the parents’ trolls)

Metal (appearances)

A lot more taller than a average trolls (except for the funk and country trolls)

They tend to have more fur (or more fluffy) since they live farther away from the volcano and more close to the forest (or just somewhere farther from volcanic activity than same?)

They are a lot more slower than rock but they can put up a great fight

They can heal fast but they can’t feel the pain (but only touching the wounds then they will can fellow the pain

Tails are more longer and fluffy than rock but can be the same size as rock (also depends on the parents’ trolls)

History of rock and metal trolls

Rock and metal have a mutual respect for each other as well as the other trolls (still iffy on pop)

They (metals) have patterns on face, ears, and body showing how old and feral they are (more darker or faded patterns (age) and more complex patterns that make them appear so they can blend in better with natural (feral)

Both rock and metal have the same ancestors but separated but still being ruled by the royal rock family but not by force(but if needed an army (rock) they would be the first ones to be held the call)

Rock handle making things for both the rocks and metals; Metal handle the materials (like gems, timbers, steel/metal and other things as well) so they tend to always trade with each other

Metals have “horns” which are hand carved crystals or materials and are given to someone who they care for (families, friends, or lovers) if a metal troll carved horns and gives the horns to someone who is not one of them or the their kingdom then is a symbol for welcome and protection from harm, so it’s kinda a big deal for the other troll who well treasure them.

Other details about is au

One of the biggest things that is important to both rock and metal is that they are very protective about their family, friends, lovers and other members of their community.

Their eyes (funk,country, classical, rock, metal, techno and the putt-putt trolls) can glow brightly (like their music sting) due to strong negative feelings like anger, fear, sadness, or pain. Some trolls are able to make their eyes glow if needed (ex. Bough is able to do it while playing with his band (their band named is Inferno Eclipse) but will be extremely tired afterwards so he takes nap after done playing.)

when viva and the other pop trolls where left behind (and finding their way back home which took them a decade or so) their eyes glows a bright neon pink. The other pop trolls try to do it (making their eyes glow) but can’t seem to make their eyes glow.

All the genes have different blood types or the way the blood looks

Funk blood looks holographic

Country blood looks like copper/bronze

Classical blood looks like gold

Techno blood looks neon ( like a glow stick)

Rocks/Metal blood looks like inks or liquid obsidian

Pop blood are more saturated than their skin and also have glitter in their blood

Continuing

(From the tallest and to the smallest)

Funk, Country, Metal, Techno, Rock, Pop, and lastly classical

May add some more details later on

#trolls au #inferno eclipse au #rock trolls #heavy metal branch au

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thebeddrawer · 6 months ago

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war of the strings au

And this AU, the main ancestors are still alive and that’s because they created the strings (each tribe leader would grab a piece of their hair and put their music and the power of their music inside it and when they play it gave every ancestor a pacific power) (it will be on the bottom)

Pop , rock, country, funk, techno, and classical those are the main six tribes of the troll nation (and as well as the name of the creator of the strings which are the ancestors)

It start off by pop getting greedy and wanting the strings for himself of course, by that time (the ancestors ) the leaders decided to take the matters into their own hand and each one of them will grab a string and run away , pop showing his disgusting true colors He decided to wage war on all tribes. To get the strings back to the rightful owner (just because you had the idea doesn’t make you the owner pop!!)

All the strings (another name for the ancestors) would gather in a meeting every three years the only troll who refused to attend this meeting was pop and the last time he attended the meeting He caused a chaos and a fight between the strings.( the ancestors.) which result in classical crying and techno being mad because he was called a “raw fish” by rock (and the reason for that meeting was to agree on the law) (and to discuss about an army they named them the string soldiers they’ll be highly trained and they will wear masks to cover their identity even from the normal leaders and they’re giving special weapons and special items and these soldiers only receive orders from the ancestors no.body .else / the only tribe that doesn’t have a string soldiers is pop trolls tribe because pop said ” I don’t need any……..that’s a dumb idea”)

The strings have created a law called -the string law-if broken it can cause the troll to get banished(which mean they will no longer identify as the tribe they got banished from “they are no longer a troll “ )or face a trial that would decide his fate

The laws

1️⃣-Using the troll their origin music to object on the ruling of the string (the ancestor/the leader)

2️⃣-the troll mixing origin music (adopting another music /example : pop-rock troll)

3️⃣-the troll trading the tripe by the following showing location-sharing sensitive information/ news - Working as a spy

4️⃣-Stealing the strings (the strings that was made by the ancestors and the leaders of the troll tribe)

❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

All the leaders of all six main tribes that were shown in the movie trolls world tour are still the leaders, but they will take care of the inner side of the tribe the things where it comes to war and the string law goes to the ancestors who are still alive thanks to the strings

-Information about the strings/the ancestors/the leaders of the troll-

Pop 🚹: when he walks flowers grow / can shoot glitter/his hair glows/ he can jump really high things to the glitter/ when he started to become greedy the flowers underneath him started to grow spikes-doesn’t smell nice much/ they can grow flowers and plants / he is the one who the pop troll tree / the flowers underneath, and when he walks connected to his emotions / he wears a blue necklace Which the string is used as a rope to keep it together / He uses the power of the pop string to control other trolls mind

Rock 🚹: when he walks flames is left/ The flames are connected to emotions./ his hair can sit on fire/ he can shoot fire bombs / he can grow lava out of the floor/he can create a volcano/ he can fly thanks to the flame underneath his feet /he created the volcano of volcano rock city / he used to like pop more than a friend he totally hates him now / he loves every single rock troll and want them to not regret their lives / he doesn’t like the fact that he doesn’t die / have a secret alliance with techno trolls

Country 🚹 : when he walks some Badlands stones or cactus grow with some sand / he is very fast very very fast/ he is really responsible/quite strict but really fun to hang around/ loves racing/ He created the Badlands that surrounds country trolls village / he pities rock/he loves All country trolls / he secretly let hickory become a country without anyone knowing because he saw how much of a good kid he is and of course, after dickory begged country / he used to be good friends with funk / classical was his best friend because she keeps writing poetry for him

Funk 🚺 : when she walks patterns of wiggles, purple and different colors appears / She is very calm. /she can create big mountains. for funk trolls. /she created the city where they used to live in and then she got the idea of the ship. Of course she got the idea from her great whatever son king Quincy / she loves her family /very funny and such terrible mom jokes/ Mama bear of the ancestors / she used to think that pop was adorable She never says no to him / she is wise/good friend with country/ tried multiple times to have an alliance with rock he refused

Classical 🚺 : when she flies, small clouds appears very cute/ she is really emotional/ She created symphony Ville / she played violin/ she is concerned the most boring one, but they cannot tell her because she’s emotional/ she loves techno energy (have not had a crush) / she used to love pop cuteness but lost it

Techno 🚹: when he swims in the air or in the water bubbles appears / He is super energetic./ can make auto-tuned sounds / have a secret alliance with rock / he loves to share all his crazy moments with Trollex ! / techno is sad because Pop used to be very fun when it comes to parties and whenever he parties now he remembers all the time with pop and he regrets ever creating the strings / “the better vibe the happier troll” he says / he created a secret passage that will help rock to get to techno reef so they can discuss about their alliance

#dreamworks trolls #trolls fandom #trolls band together #trolls 3 #trolls #trolls 2 #trolls world tour #trolls au #I am going to draw this today when I wake up

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partywithoutsmiling · 6 months ago

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read cut rattler, AND IT WAS AMAZING!!! the dark undertones, the political drama, family secrets and drama ahhhhhhhh my question is ,is there somthing more to Barb intolerance towards others genre? and can you tell us more about Chet please?

I am happy you enjoyed it!

Yes, not everything is all cupcake and rainbows in the Rock Troll territory XD

I mentioned this over few posts before, but Barb was not the favoured pick for the throne XD Not because the 'conservative' rock trolls think her unworthy-

(she is of royal blood, and she sports bright red hair which is seen as direct connection to the Rock Ancestor Leader- and her uncle Thorn, the 'True' Heir, was a redhead too)

-but because she was clearly not ready. Terribly hot headed and skirting her lessons even while growing up, Thrash tried his best to put away the Ceremony of passing down his 'crown'- until it got to a point where he was unable to. And while Barb's peers- ie trolls her age- grew up with her and learned to know her as the ultimate party girl and hard core rocker, older trolls that were closer to Thrash and his 'court' knew that is not enough to lead

And honestly, her bigotry towards other genres is big part of it. As it happens to be in every culture, young minds are easily influenced; and while most young rock trolls explore their Kingdom to the fullest- and thus encounter plenty of trolls whose herritage is clearly mixed, and continue to mix even now, Barb has been kept on a rather short leash- partly because Thrash desperatelly tried to knock some leadership skills into her, and partly because she just... had no need to venture out beyond the outermost districts of Volcano City

She was the Heir, and everything she wanted she got for free in Volcano City. And that's also where the biggest bashes happened, where the top of the top rock trolls performed, and just in general, it was the heart of everything

But that also made her isolated. And with no direct contact with other genres, and refusal to trully learn what it means to be a Queen (like realizing economic growth/wealth is depending both on export and import of trade goods), her view of them grew to be rather... unfavourable.

Because if there was one part of history that she paid attention to, it was the mess with the String, and how Pop tried to enslave them all. Combine that with being taught all her life that Rock is awesome and no other genre can hope to reach their level of 'hardcore', and you are left with a person who thinks of other genres as lesser, and thinks of Pop as the enemy- the monster under the bed

However, this opinion is not something she openly projects, and quite a large majority of her people probably doesn't even know about it. Haven't knew about it, but with the concert fiasco and Barb's temper running high, she will start to slip, and her bigotry will soon become apartent- especially to people like Chet, who she cannot afford to make enemy of

Chet, as mentioned on the fic, was Thrash's old advisor. As hinted, he is a rather tall fellow- tall in the way on a funk troll can be, though he lacks the shaggy pelt they are known for, as any funk ancestor of his has been waay down his family tree, think like his great-great-grandparent. A little bit of lore dump for the AU; a habit/tradition of the Royal Heir, in addition to their expected 'world tour' when they are old enough, they also form a band. The Heir usually the frontman, with other trolls taking the role of bass, drums etc

Their bandmates are usually those who take up various positions when the Heir takes up the mantle of King/Queen- and Chet was one such troll, the youngest from the Thrash's old band actually, and when Thrash stepped into the role of a King, Chet became his advisor and Royal Record Keeper (that position included both noting down events and transcribing them, but also when it comes to music creation; Rock Trolls all over the Kingdom came to him to register their songs and his job was to a) check for plagiarizing and b) record the song for future use )

Being the record keeper, he was used to pretty much dogging after Thrash's steps and give second opinion on everything while noting down the King's orders; he was also present whenever Thrash was forced to discipline Barb as she was growing up, and thus Barb doesn't remember Chet in the most positive light, as he had witnessed her at her most humiliating moments in her opinion.

Chet was too young to be around when Thorn was still considered to be the Heir, so his knowledge about him is whatever Thrash would tell him- and honestly Thrash was not very forcoming with any information on his brother XD Main reason, that he knew Thorn got 'married', and even more, has at least two children

Ironically, Barb is more like her uncle than she would ever suspect, as similar to Thorn, she is fueled by selfish desires, acting recklessly based on her own opinion, than what is supposed to be for the betterment of her people. Thorn acted selfishly in regards to his partner and their sons, willing to give up his spot on the throne- noble goal, but from the point of view of the whole Kingdom, bit shitty to do, especially as he balanced on the fence of both options for over a decade

Barb thinks she is acting in the Kingdom's best interets, but ultimatelly, her whole World Tour invasion was a power fantasy/obsession she had been nursing waaaay before Thrash even started to show signs of illness

When she took up the crown, she was sans any band that she could appoint as her advisors, so Chet took up the role for her- it was meant to be temporary, and Barb used that fact by yanking Riff into her inner circle and shoving him into that position- a half-assed attempt, as he is only there to be 'pretty' and be her yes-man, the guy lacking any backbone to trully advise her, something Chet is aware of

But now that Riff is out of commission for the time being, Chet is stepping into the role of the advisor again, as is the law- much to Barb's displeasure

The one mistake that Barb is making is her being convinced that only her large messes are judged- not realizing that the 'old guard' like Chet are watching her every move like hawks. She feels secure in her right to the throne and would be partialy right, as in absence of another Troll from the royal blood, they would be reluctant to try and install someone else on the throne

However Chet now knows that Barb is not the only one of royal blood, as was proven by Branch's existence. And honestly, with his curiosity now peaked, he will try to investigate Thorn's disappearence and any possible heir he might have left behind

(since, you know, it would be good to have some spares)

#dreamworks trolls #trolls #trolls fandom #ask #anon ask #rock beast au #sorry for the mess of thoughts lol #I know I am probably not being popular with Barb's fans rn #I have nothing against Barb #I just enjoy making people suffer and RockBeastAU!Barb unknowingly created her own personal hell XD #that she either falls to or grows up from #lore dump

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