#rosiepuff trolls

[ohposhers]

i am of the firm belief grandma Rosiepuff was a smoke show in her younger years Bruce had to get his heart throb genes SOMEWHERE

[kalopsic-lagomorph]

ok but .. mama rosiepuff. ok?

[toon-tales]

Hiya, guys! Ok, so, I CAN'T BELIEVE I forgot to post this here!

Just a brief summary, this is Rosiepuff dealing with the absence of her grandsons, because, where are those?

I gladly accept and welcome critism, feel free!

And finally, enjoy!

See you later

They would come back. She knew they would.

Don't get her wrong. Rosiepuff knew her boys. They can take care of themselves, doubtlessly, but each one on his own? She didn't even know where they were, which only added to her already pent-up anxiety.

They were perfect. In every single way she could think of. She loved John Dory's bossy yet, as his brothers liked to deny he even has it, caring personality. She loved staying up late with Spruce. He never complained how boring her activities were, like, except for Branch, the rest of his brothers. Instead, he just sat there trying to crochet with her every night he struggled to sleep, even though he always ended up with a tangled mess. Mess. Rosiepuff chuckled. Clay and Floyd were no strangers to the word, the way their fights would leave her pod begging to be tidied up, back when Floyd used to be the baby.

But now, things are different. Floyd is no longer the baby. She remembered that day like it was yesterday. John Dory, Spruce, Clay, and Floyd were hovering over the crib, waiting for the new addition to the family in anticipation. She remembered how she used to scold them whenever they messed with Branch's tips before he hatched, the way they would giggle, then do it again later. It was as if they has been waiting for him their entire life, how could they just leave them?

"Grandma?" a small voice interrupted her thoughts.

Rosiepuff forced a smile. "Yes, Branch?"

"Can I sleep with you tonight?" said troll muttered groggily, rubbing his eyes. "I had a bad dream…"

The older nodded. "Come on here, you little," she said playfully, scooping the baby in her arms and earning a giggle from him.

"I love you, grandma," he said, snuggling in her arms.

She didn't know when, but her forced smile had became genuine.

I love you. She used to hear that sentence five times every day, when did it become one? Yet again, she didn't know.

"Grandma, when are they coming?"

She didn't know. She didn't even know if they would come. Uncertainty tugged at her heartstrings, making her on the verge of collapsing in front of the young troll. He didn't deserve this. He needed her, needed her to be strong like she's always been. She couldn't leave him too.

Taking a deep breath, she replied, "Soon, sweetie."

"But it's been days…i miss them…"

"You know they love you," Rosiepuff said softly, planting a gentle kiss on his forehead. "They'll come back soon."

If not for her, then at least for him.

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Not even a visit.

They loved her, right? They loved her. Otherwise, why would John Dory shout a quick 'Love you' whenever he found out she hanged his clothes, being the careless troll he was? Why would Spruce give her a quick kiss on the cheek after she had brought him his favorite snacks while he sat there surrounded by love letters from fans? Why would Clay just hug her randomly from behind, though she later scolded him for scaring her like that? And Floyd? Out of everyone, she didn't expect Floyd to leave. The way he showed his affection, the way they all did, shunned the idea out of her head. But now, as she sat there with her youngest grandson sleeping soundly in her lap, she felt the thought slowly consuming her, threatening to swallow her whole.

She slowly got up, careful not to disturb the sleeping troll, and began wandering aimlessly around her pod, cleaning the space where she and Branch had just played, unconsciously picking up toys and placing them in their right place.

She chuckled, a soft, brief sound. They used to rehearse here. They used to rehearse till they got sore throats, but they never complained, most likely because it gave them a chance to have a break. They would all sit in this very spot she was standing on, while John Dory helped Branch choose a game for the night, then form a small circle and start playing. She still remembered how their laughter echoed through the entire place, and for a split second, it became too real she had to turn around to make sure if it was really them.

But it wasn't. It was just Branch. Just Branch. The word echoed in her head countless times. They were once an inseparable group, but now, everyone went their separate ways. It was just her and Branch, and the thought of them just leaving their baby brother, leaving each other, like this, couldn't be more suffocating.

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"Goodnight, Branch," Rosiepuff whispered softly, tucking her grandson in his bed.

Branch stared at her with wide, innocent eyes. "Grandma…they'll come, right?"

She sighed, running a gentle hand through his blue hair. "Of course they will," she said, not sure whether she was assuring him or herself. "They love you, of course they'll come back."

"But it's been weeks…"

His grandma frowned. "I know, sweetie."

"When are they coming?"

Soon. How many times has she said that already? She didn't know. She didn't know. That sentence again. It rang in her head like a bell, reminding her of the uncertainty that settled within her. What else can Rosiepuff say other than 'Soon'? She wasn't lying…was she?

"Soon, baby," she replied, fighting back tears.

Branch froze, seeing the tears that were about to roll down her cheeks. He hesitated. Should he say it?

"I love you, grandma… "

There was a pause, and Branch could swear he saw a stray tear escape her teary eyes. However, she looked at him with what he thought was a forced smile.

"I love you too, Branch." At least she knew this one wasn't a lie.

She never lied when she said 'I love you'. She would lie a lot to her grandsons. Lying here meaning she would deny making cookies so they wouldn't eat it before dinner, or assuring them no bergen will ever get near them as long as she was here, as long as they were all here, together. But when it came to that simple sentence, 'I love you', she would say it without hesitation, sometimes even replying to it unconsciously.

"Sleep tight, okay?"

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She lost track. Or stopped counting, to be honest. What would she count? The days her grandsons decided to split up? To leave her and their brother alone? Or the days she spent convincing herself they would come back? Were they even coming back?

Will she see them again?

She just wanted to see them, give them a proper goodbye at least, but she didn't know they will just…leave. She hoped that maybe, just maybe, she will stumble upon them in the different paths of life. But what if she didn't? What if they were hurt? Or got eaten? Or…weren't alive?

'No. No, Rosiepuff, don't think like that.' She thought to herself, shaking her head and focusing on the task at hand. 'Of course they're alive.'

She was outside, keeping an eye on Branch as he sang and danced to music only he could hear. She watched as he occasionally slipped from the branch he was standing on, but he quickly regained his composure and continued singing like nothing happened.

He wasn't wearing it, was he? She stole a glimpse at the hanger inside her pod, and there it was, hanging still, Floyd's leaf vest. She sighed, not sure whether from disappointment or relief. On one hand, he seemed to be slowly moving on, or at least that's what he showed her, he wasn't a baby anymore, not since that day, and she knew that very well. On the other hand, she feared he might forget about them, and while the thought was somehow comforting, it was equally terrifying.

Rosiepuff? She couldn't forget them, not even if she tried. Tried. Has she ever even tried? She didn't. She didn't want to try. How could she, when literally everything she saw reminded her of them? She could still hear them singing, more like fighting, then suddenly cheering when their songs were announced hits through the radio. She was the one who used to deliver these news, with their favorite treats for a perfect night.

"And I need you now tonight."

She knew that lyrics. She knew it so well. How long has her grandson been listening to her singing without her noticing? Restless nights do that to a person, she figured.

"And I need you more than ever."

He went on, completely oblivious to the turmoil going on inside her. It did soothe her a little, surprisingly. Maybe that's all she ever wanted. Someone to acknowledge her pain.

"And if you only hold me tight."

She needed them. But what can she do?

"We'll be holding on forever."

Rosiepuff had to move on. She will move on, at least for Branch. Starting from now. She was sick of the nights she would spend crying, and more of the nights she had to keep it to herself. She made up her mind. No more crying, no more tears, no more pretending in front of her grandson, and most importantly, no more lying.

She turned around, ready to join the young troll in his small concert, but no sooner had she checked at him than her eyes widened.

"Branch, watch out!"

[introverted-ghost]

Rosiepuff died before the trolls escaped the tree

Viva was the princess

Viva definitely knew rosiepuff got eaten

[phibsies]

he finally stopped fumbling but at what cost

[notllorstel]

Based on this 👈

[candycyanidechaos]

Hello trolls fandom, you have captivated me like a moth to a light and I can’t escape. Have some rock zombie Branch drawings + a grandma rosiepuff and baby Branch.

*prances away*

[tezzbot]

Brozone headcanons part TWO!!! Continuation of THIS post :P

[tatibyg]

Headcanon that Branch is very good at playing gambling games

He learned from the best

[finnylemon]

🥚John Dory and the lonely egg 💔

Headcanon that the brother's dad left before they even knew Branch existed and he was just left in a basket with a note for JD to find 🥲 we love giving our boys trauma ✨️

This is shortly after losing their mother 💕😭 BABY FLOYD IS SO CUTE HERE HELPPP give John a hug PLEASEEEE Branch is basically the equivalent to a premature baby because of this 😌🫶 so smol

"Casually recites this extremely traumatic event with a shrug"

[artistmarchalius]

A formative experience.

A prequel to the Pop Rock Floyd series.

[gummygoatgalaxy]

I deeply love this lil fam💕💕

Young trolls hold onto their elder's tail like a baby elephant and you can't take that from me

[kalopsic-lagomorph]

bruce and brandys kids but more mixed

[sunberies]

ok alright ill give in to posting again,

GRANDMAAA...😭😭😭💔💔💔

actually had some tears in my eyes while drawing this,,,, im not ok🤧🤧🤧

[fanta-seee]

I WILL DIE ON THE HILL OF “creek and branch were childhood friends”

It just makes their hatred a bit more sour, cause like you’re telling me you two used to be best buddies and now don’t even talk or even tolerate each other!!! WACK

THEY WERE BUDDIES GUYS!! Just little friends having fun

[phibsies]

i realized i never posted these, just some royal portraits :3

also some bonus regular family photo stuff ^_^