kingharley
Harleyyyyyyyy
Hi!! <3 This is my main blog for all my fandoms and occasional art posts!! Please be kind!! Pronouns are he/it, bun/buns/bunself, and h3/h1m/h1z. I’m 21 Caretaker of @roadkillridesagain
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More cult Branch! I redesigned his outfit cuz I didn’t like it, now his new one gives off a more god complex vibe which is what I was going for
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Vivarb + Debbie
My art style changes when I use different brushes lmaoooo
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How about Viva and Branch talking and stuff? I feel like they'd be close (future) in laws
done! @fluffykitty149
transcription of my bad handwriting
Viva - any ideas on gifts to give to Clay?
Branch - get him a book?
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I really like how these came out they’re super cute! Which one’s your favorite? Mine is the ruffle pants with the bubble braid!
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Branch's parents getting eaten is great angst but might I propose
“I remember when you hatched-” John Dory began.
“What day was it?” Branch asked.
“What?”
“What was the date?” Branch didn’t remember the exact date. He’d only been five when his Grandma was eaten, he hadn’t paid much attention to numbers back then. He knew it was the middle of winter.
“Uh, it was winter. The middle of winter. Right after Mom and Dad. That would have been…” John fumbled. Clay did some quick mental math.
"Twenty-four years ago?”
Wow so they didn’t remember the exact date either.
“Wow that’s, that’s longer than I thought’d been.” Bruce said, looking at the Branch with new eyes.
Floyd shook his head and corrected,
“It’s been twenty three. He hatched the week after Mom and Dad left. It was in the new year.”
“Woah, woah woah woah woah woah. Left? As in not eaten?”
Everyone went still and silent.
“Grandma… didn’t ever tell you?” Clay asked.
“Wh- no! They weren’t eaten by a Bergan?”
“No.”
“A bird?”
“No?”
“A Tarantupuff?!”
“No- is that what you’ve thought?”
“Well yeah! I might have been five but I could tell they were a sore subject so I never brought them up!" Branch shouted, chest heaving and expression distressed.
“Branch, hon, breathe. Calm down.” Poppy said, arms raised slightly, as if she were approaching a frightened animal.
“No! No. I just found out that leaving me behind is a family trait, I am allowed to freak out about it!”
Poppy looked stricken and then corrected herself.
“You’re right, you are completely right. Sorry, old habits.”
“Why did they leave?” He asked, looking back at his brothers.
Floyd checked to see if any of his brothers were going to respond.
Of course they weren’t.
As much as Floyd hated it, he had started to understand his parents better as he got older. They thought they were done raising kids. Floyd was practically a teenager when Branch’s egg came along. They could see freedom and Independence just a few years off and then, suddenly, they had to give their all to another kid for another eighteen years.
“They loved you Branch, really they did. It’s just that kids are a lot of work. Trollings are even more work. And Trolls, trolls just wanna have fun.”
Branch staggered back. Rather than assured and comforted like Floyd had intended, he looked stricken. He whispered,
“It was me? They, they left because of me?”
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I drew @gummygoatgalaxy oc/trollsona sorbet
I love the way they draw and I loved the colors of sorbet
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