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razzle-zazzle · 2 days

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Thinking about it, I've seen a bunch of Branch being angrier at his brothers when he sees them again content (Good stuff lol) but I don't think I've seen Branch just straight up not remembering them, which is a shame bc I think that has potential! Imagine John Dory showing up like he does but Branch actually doesn't remember him at all, in fact he's convinced he doesn't have siblings, because if he did surely he'd remember them. Maybe John questions him about Floyd's vest, only for him to just be confused because who the hell is Floyd? As far as he can remember, he's always had it, no one ever gave it to him. Just John getting increasingly more distressed as it hits him that Branch isn't just mad and trying to pretend he doesn't know him, he genuinely doesn't know him

UGH THE POTENTIAL IS SO THERE MAN. YOU SPEAKIN STRAIGHT FACTS

Like how would the 3rd movie play out if he genuinely didn't remember them? In that instance how would he be convinced to even go and try to save Floyd? Cuz remember In the movie, Branch was only really willing to go because of how close he was to Floyd in comparison to his other Brothers. He even said along the lines of "If there was any of my brothers that I would save it would be Floyd." But In a scenario where he didn't remember Floyd what reason would he have to want to try and save him? Especially considering how far away from home Floyd was.

Like we know how cautious Branch is and yes he is a pretty selfless troll, put I still think Poppy would have to be the one to really convince him to go out of his way to save, what he perceives to be a total stranger, cuz otherwise I don't think John Dory would be able to convince him alone.

Imagine how sad it would be between the rest of the brothers when they realize, no he isnt just mad like u said, he just genuinly doesn't remember them? He isn't dodgy because he feels hurt by them leaving, he's dodgy because he's having 'strangers' trying to hug up on him and touch him and such and that makes him very uncomfortable.

Attempts to jog his memory just doesn't work and post TBT they would have to essentially rebuild however small their relationship with him is from the ground up. There may even be the sad realization that Branch may never see them as brothers again.

There's so much potential for this and I hope to see it more!

#reblog #kkpaaw #dreamworks trolls #branch trolls #OHOHO #OHHHHHHHH SHAKING THIS #THIS COULD BE SO FUN FR FR

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razzle-zazzle · 2 days

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Genre-Fluid Branch XD The idea for the lore behind this one... well, or idea for another AU XD everyone keeps doing the 'Branch gets adopted by other tribe', but what if he wasn't a young trolling when that happened?

The scenes from the first movie- played for comedic gag- where he kept interrupting events to scream about Bergens- ended with him overthrowing coffin at a funeral, and I image even for Pop Trolls, that would be kind of like the last straw- especially for the grieving widow

After calming down from his panic attack, I imagine even his most stalwart defender at the time (Poppy and to some extent Peppy) would be at loss what to do and what to say to smooth this mess over, and Branch himself would probably feel pretty horrified and horrible

Now feeling most ostracized than ever, I can just imagine him having quite the bout of absolute self-loathing, and coming to conviction that he is very much not welcome among his tribe- especially if he overhears trolls discussing him as if he was the worst thing to ever the walk the earth

Miserable, unhappy and very very lonely, he could be prime for breaking point- where instead of staying in his bunker and embracing the half-forgotten promise of his brothers returning, he chucks all that aside, packs his bags and decides to leave the Troll Village for good. (And perhaps in hopes to find his missing brothers himself, if only to get that part of closure)

After all, it's not like anyone would miss him. (He is wrong of course)

Time wise, set probably roughly 3 or 4 years before the events of the 1st movie, and thus Branch is a very young troll who probably just got into his 20s

Of course, his travels will bring him far and wide, eventually meeting all of the tribes (each offering a different perspective on life), allowing him to heal with help his own tribe cant provide

He would eventually head back to troll village- if only to get few sentimental things from his bunker that he left behind in his hurry to run away- just in time to see the mess of the 20th anniversay escape party

Lets's call this.... Wanderer!Branch AU?

#reblog #partywithoutsmiling #dreamworks trolls #branch trolls #pws' wanderer branch au #OOOOOOO #I AM LOOKING

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razzle-zazzle · 2 days

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OOOO I have a headcanon about Trolls languages!!! It's not funny and I'm not a linguist but: music is a universal language, right? So I imagine that, without (major) fail, Trolls can simply be understood by anything by sheer dint of being made of music. So for critters who don't think in complex words and concepts they would pick up the general feeling and intent that a Troll is trying to convey to them, and then sapient species with complex language get a more complicated translation.

HOWEVER! I don't think it would be perfect; translation can never be perfect because there is always so much cultural nuance and linguistic nuance in communication; so while a Vaycaytioner would have the sounds that a Troll speaks (sings, because even when they are speaking there is still music in every word) translated into words they understand, concepts and the like that are unique to Trolls/that Vaycaytioners don't encounter might not go through, might need explanation, or might get converted into something the Vaycaytioner does understand but that isn't what the Troll is trying to convey. So the Troll might have to double back and try to explain the term (though I don't imagine a Vaycaytioner would be super concerned about a word/concept they don't understand if it's not actively causing problems as far as they're aware).

It's like how when Poppy explained the concept of sharing in "Fungeon" to Bergens (though the example of Cooper making a pie to replace the one he ate falls more under "reparations" than "sharing" but that's just semantics), and Gristle attempted to incorporate "sharing" into Bergentown and it went horribly wrong; not every concept is universal and there are differences in how different species perceive and navigate the world. So a Troll could mention something unique to Trolls to another species and the other species wouldn't hear it, wouldn't understand it, the exact same way the Troll said it.

And then similarly Trolls can understand a lot of languages they've never learned, but just because they can understand the emotion or intent doesn't mean they always understand it in full; translation is never perfect, even with a universal language at the core of their being. I also imagine the different genres technically have different languages but since music is universal they all understand each other regardless, even if there are cultural misunderstandings between them from time to time.

And then for why the movies are in English,,, well, dubs in other languages exist, so I would imagine that the English in just another dub to make the story understandable to viewers.

tl;dr trolls are music and music is universal so trolls can be understood by and understand just about anything, but the translation is never fully perfect because translation in general never is

oooooh so like little Einsteins animals i gotchu

#reblog #trolls-confessions #dreamworks trolls #i'd say sorry for the longass hc but. i'd need to actually be sorry lol #but yeah this is how i see it!

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See now the thing is that Poppy has so much love in her. So much to give. And all of that love has compounded into the duty she feels as a princess-now-queen. Her entire life she's poured her love into trying to do the right thing for her friends, her people, everyone she adores. In a way, her love was oriented into trying to be the absolute best version of herself possible. She wanted to be the one who made the right decisions and did the right things. Because if she wasn't a good princess, good queen, good friend, then she wasn't good enough for the people she cares about.

But see what Branch did, is he loved her.

He didn't love her as his queen, or even just as his best friend. He loved her whole and simply for who she was. And he didn't very much care if she reciprocated because his loyalty was based purly on that love. He would support her whether she wanted him as a follower, friend or partner. Branch's love was completely and indisputably uncondintional. And he proved that to her by telling her to her face that she was making a mistake, showed her that she was hurting him, and still said "I love you."

And I just think that changed Poppy forever.

#reblog #bbc-trolls #and vice versa #poppy trolls #branch trolls #AUGH AUGH AUWAUGH #OH YOU CAN'T JUST COME FOR MY HEART LIKE THIS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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“Poppy, did Branch crash at your pod last night?”

Poppy turned to look at Floyd as he ambled over to her, cane and tail working together to keep his balance. He came to a stop and sat down on a nearby mushroom, and Poppy smiled. Floyd was making great progress with his recovery! He wouldn’t have made it to that mushroom in a single go last week.

“No, I haven’t seen him since yesterday.” Poppy responded. “Was he not at home last night?” That was pretty unlike Branch—either he slept in his bunker or he slept somewhere else he considered safe enough, which was pretty limited.

Floyd shook his head. “I haven’t seen him since yesterday afternoon.” He looked out towards the rest of the village, frowning. “Is that…” He swallowed, his eyes not meeting Poppy’s, “That’s not normal for him, is it?”

Poppy’s tail lashed behind her. For all that Branch was eager to have his brothers back in his life, they’d been gone for so long that they were essentially strangers. As much as she wished everyone could fall back into familiar routines and get along, the world just didn’t work like that. Once again, she was confronted with the fact that, for all that he was living with him, Floyd still didn’t know Branch as well as she did.

Poppy shrugged off the annoyance—it wasn’t her issue to resolve, and it was well on its way to fixing itself—and focused in on the important parts. “Did he leave any notes on where he was going?” While he didn’t do it as often these days, Branch could still disappear into the forest for days at a time in search of supplies and other materials for his stockpiles. But he never left without some kind of indication of where he was going—not after his and Poppy’s adventure to Bergentown that ended with the formal end to Trollstice.

Floyd’s grip tightened on the handle of his cane. His tail curled around his legs as he spoke, “Not that I could find. He was acting really evasive all day, too.”

Poppy’s tail smacked the ground. Okay, now things really weren’t adding up. “I’ll go ask around,” she decided, “and see if anyone else has seen Branch.” Her duties as Queen took her all over Pop Village and Trollstopia as a matter of course, so she was bound to stumble upon some answers eventually.

Floyd nodded. “I’ll go see if John knows anything.” He decided, standing up. Poppy almost offered to go with him, but Floyd didn’t even spare her another glance as he went on. If something went awry, there was no shortage of Trolls who would happily help him out, so Poppy resolved to put her focus to where it would be most useful.

Her daily rounds were pretty routine at this point—after the morning song, Poppy went around to check on her people, letting them voice opinions, concerns, and even just happy “Good mornings!” Though not a social butterfly, Branch still had a few friends throughout the village and in Trolltopia, so it was just a matter of collecting what information she could and putting it all together.

Everywhere she asked, she got the same response. Nobody had seen Branch past yesterday evening—most Trolls hadn’t even seen him after the morning at all. Floyd seeing Branch in the bunker yesterday afternoon was the latest that anyone had seen him, it seemed.

The market was bustling with activity when Poppy arrived, sun high in the sky. Trolls of every shape and color walked around through the stalls, exchanging goods and gossip in equal measure. Poppy beelined for Smidge’s stall—the stoutberries were in season, and her Right Paw Troll had no shortage of eager customers.

“Good Morning Poppy!” Smidge greeted, passing a mug of stoutberry juice across the counter to an eager Troll. “Here, have a mug on the house.”

Poppy took the mug with one paw and reached into her hair with the other. “In that case, have THIS!” She handed the bag of cookies across the counter. “On the house, of course.” She smirked. It was a routine exchange, but no less genuine.

Smidge giggled, taking out one of the cookies before re-tying the bag and slipping it into her hair. “Oh, yeah,” She passed out another mug, and Poppy shifted to the side so she wouldn’t get in the way, “A pair of Pop Trolls came up to my stand the other day.” Smidge started.

Poppy leaned forwards. Smidge wasn’t one for frivolities—outside of the usual frivolities Trolls concerned themselves with, of course—and Smidge’s tone implied there would be more to the story than face value.

“I didn’t recognize them at all.” Smidge elaborated, passing another mug out to another customer. “But they were nice enough and they bought plenty of stoutberry juice.” She shrugged, pleased at the successful sale.

“Huh.” That was weird. Poppy knew everyone in Pop Village, and was well on her way to knowing everyone in Trollstopia, as well. As her right paw, Smidge should also be able to recognize every face, if not know them all personally. “Maybe they were Putt-Putt Trolls?” Poppy was still familiarizing herself with Viva’s people, after all.

Smidge hummed. “One of them had wild enough hair for it, but I don’t think so. The rest of the details just don’t line up.” She lifted her paw to her mouth, her brow creasing in contemplation. “Come to think of it, one of them had eyes just like Branch’s. Like, uncannily so.”

Poppy frowned. It wasn’t unheard of for Pop Trolls to be out wandering the world—Branch’s brothers had been doing exactly that for years—but something about the timing of it all felt off. Two strangers showing up barely a day before Branch’s… Poppy didn’t want to call it a disappearance—Branch was tough, he was probably fine. But the fact remained that nobody she’d talked to had seen him since yesterday, and nobody had any idea why. It reminded her of years past, before peace with the Bergens when Branch barely involved himself with the village at all if he could help it. But he had come so far since then!

“Speaking of Branch, have you seen him?” Poppy asked, already anticipating the answer.

Smidge hummed. “Last I saw was when he bought some stoutberry juice yesterday morning.” She handed out three mugs to a pair of Trolls. “I don’t know where he went after he left the market.”

Right, just as Poppy had feared. She sighed, and turned to Smidge with a grateful smile. “Thanks, Smidge.”

Smidge’s eyes narrowed. “Have you seen Branch?” She asked, already intuiting the reason behind Poppy’s question. It was just like her to pick up whenever Poppy had a problem. Poppy didn’t know what she would ever do without Smidge.

Poppy shook her head. “Not since yesterday.” She responded. “And everyone else is saying the same. I’m gonna check his bunker for a note after doing my rounds in Trollstopia.”

“That’s unlike him…” Smidge put a paw to her mouth, thinking. “Once I’m done here, I’ll go see if Milton has any snoutsniffers in his care, see if I can’t track down any leads.”

“Thanks, Smidge,” Poppy grinned, “You’re the best!”

Smidge laughed. “Don’t I know it!” She waved as Poppy stepped back, reaching for another stoutberry to refill the pitcher with. “Have a good day!”

“Of course!” Poppy laughed as she skipped off. Like she could ever have a day that wasn’t good in some way—there was always a bright side to everything, even when things got bad. There had to be.

With that thought in her mind and a spring in her step, Poppy went on to continue her rounds.

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“Any luck?” Floyd’s voice greeted Poppy as she returned to her starting point, the sun having long disappeared behind the trees. Floyd was sitting on a mushroom, cane leaning to his side, his arms folded in his lap. His tail curled in on itself.

“Smidge offered to borrow a snoutsniffer from Milton to help investigate.” Poppy responded, sitting down next to Floyd. “But other than that? Nothing.” She leaned back and stretched her arms above her head, her tail and legs stretching as well. There hadn’t been a note in Branch’s bunker—at least, not where he’d usually leave notes. But it could take weeks for Poppy to dig through the entire bunker, and Branch wasn’t the type to leave his notes where they couldn’t be found. So here she was, sitting next to Floyd and looking for something more concrete to do.

“John hasn’t seen him either,” Floyd shook his head, “But he said he’d go looking.”

Poppy brightened. “Oh, that’ll be a great help!” She hadn’t known John Dory for long, it was true—but it was already clear that he had a skill for finding people. He’d managed to find Floyd’s prison in Mount Rageous and Branch at Bridget and Gristle’s wedding within days, after all! For all his… well, Poppy didn’t want to be so mean as to call them faults, and it wasn’t really her place to say, but John Dory definitely needed some work—for all his… rough edges, Poppy trusted that when John Dory put his mind to something, he’d find it.

Floyd nodded. Poppy waited in case he wanted to say anything else, but no words were forthcoming. That was fine, though.

“Queen Poppy!” And there was Smide, approaching with a snoutsniffer in her hair! Poppy stood up excitedly, her tail beginning to lash in anticipation.

Smidge set the snoutsniffer down. “Meet Petunia.” She boasted, “Milton says he’s the best tracker in the litter.” Her chest puffed out as she spoke, pride welling up in her eyes as she thought of her boyfriend.

“He’s. So. ADORABLEEEEEE!” Poppy was already on her knees, tail whipping behind her. With a squeal she brushed her paws over Petunia’s periwinkle carapace. Petunia whuffed in response, shoving his face into Poppy’s paws to demand more attention. “Ohhhh my Troll, who’s adorable? Who’s the cutest wittle snoutsniffer in the world? Is it you? Yes! It’s you! AWWW!” Poppy’s paws were covered in slobber. Her heart wanted to burst right out of her chest. She couldn’t stop cooing—Petunia was just! Too! CUTE!

Behind them, Floyd chuckled faintly, standing with a grunt of effort. “Are we ready, then?”

Smidge nodded, and Poppy stood, tearing her paws away from Petunia’s perfect periwinkle carapace. They started by the bunker, Petunia sniffing at a shirt Poppy had retrieved from within before puttering off to find the scent. Smidge unclipped the leash to let Petunia work more efficiently.

“Does…” Floyd closed his mouth, mulling over his words. “Does Branch ever just disappear like this?” He made a face the moment he finished speaking, ears flushing slightly. Poppy opened her mouth to speak—

“Not really?” Smidge answered, as Petunia kept puttering around. “A year ago this would have been pretty normal—Branch only ever came into the village when he needed something. We’d go days without seeing him at all sometimes.”

“Ugh, and he used to never leave his bunker at all during winter.” Poppy added, flicking her tail. “So we wouldn’t see him for months.” She crossed her arms at the memory.

“Yeah, and you’d end up bundling all the invitations you made him into a basket for him to find in the spring.” Smidge giggled, paw over her mouth. Her tail flirted behind her as she turned to face Poppy fully. “Oh, and that first year when you just piled them all on his welcome mat!” She mimed a big pile falling down with her paws, making a whoosh noise. “He told me about that a few months ago, said the whole pile fell on his face when he opened the trap door!”

Poppy snickered, face flushing. She hadn’t heard about that part! But it made sense; though fifteen-year-old Poppy hadn’t known that the welcome mat was the entrance to Branch’s bunker, that didn’t change the fact that she had basically buried Branch’s door in invitations.

…maybe she should apologize for that. What if Branch had been unable to open the trapdoor?

“Huh.” Floyd was gripping the head of his cane rather tightly, his tail starting to curl around his legs. “...all winter?”

Poppy nodded. “He’s really come out of his shell since!” And she would never not be proud of how far Branch had come. Finding his true colors again, braving the trials and tribulations of developing a healthy social life, reuniting with his family—Troll, Poppy could gush about how proud Branch made her for hours! She almost turned to her side as if to nudge Branch, but—

But Branch wasn’t here. He wasn’t here for Poppy to watch his face flush and ears flutter in the way they did when he got flustered, blue tones creeping up his paws to his chest in that way that made Poppy’s heart melt. Branch wasn’t here, and he was probably definitely fine because he could take care of himself and get through almost anything when he put his mind to it—

But that was fine because Poppy would find out where he went and it would all work out! Her tail straightened out behind her, taut and rigid like a cord ready to break. Of course she was worried, he was her boyfriend, she’d worry about him always because that was what it was to care about someone—

Petunia’s barks snapped Poppy out of her spiraling thoughts.

“Oh my guh, Petunia found something!” Smidge called out. Poppy rushed over to the Petunia, kneeling down to see what he had found.

It was Branch’s Hug Time bracelet, half-buried in the dirt. Poppy leaned down and picked it up, examining the cut in the cord. The flower looked like it had been stepped on—no, stomped. The petals had withered, and the timer was shattered. Poppy had almost missed it entirely—it looked no different from regular forest floor detritus.

This… Poppy tucked the bracelet into her hair. She couldn’t tell how recently it had been cut, but—surely she was overreacting. Branch probably caught it on something without noticing; he could get really single-minded when he was in the zone. Yeah. It was fine. Everything would be fine.

But Poppy still couldn’t shake the feeling clinging to her fur. It hung off of her tail and hair like a foreboding miasma, implacable in its surety. If Branch were here, he’d be doing all the worrying for her. But he wasn’t here, and all Poppy had was a cut Hug Time bracelet to show for it. So far, of course. She would totally track him down in the end, of course.

Yeah. Poppy clenched her paws. She was sure of it: they’d find Branch by the end of the week!

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It had been weeks. Poppy saw neither hide nor hair of Branch, and nobody else did, either. It was official; something had happened, something big.

She’d already told Bruce and Clay and Viva, and John Dory was coming in and out of Trollstopia to tell her how his search was going—

(Not super well. Rhonda could track, but she wasn’t a snoutsniffer. Whatever Branch was doing, he was moving around a lot, and every time Rhonda found a lead it only lasted a few days at most.)

—Poppy had done about all that she could, at this point. Petunia and the other snoutsniffers were earning a lot of treats and attention for their work combing the forest for clues—

(not far from the Hug Time bracelet, Petunia had found critterbuss tracks. They were similar to Rhonda’s, but not quite the same.)

—she’d gotten the word out to her fellow leaders in case they know anything, including Gristle and Bridget—

(even after a full year of peace with the Bergens, Branch was still wary of the ones he didn’t know, and didn’t like going into Bergentown alone. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t be near Bergentown; Hole ‘N Fun was in the same general area. None of the other genre leaders had any news, but they agreed to help spread the word around.)

—and between all of that and her regular duties as Queen of the Pop Trolls and Pop Ambassador to Trollstopia, Poppy was outright exhausted!

But even as she settled down on her bed with a sigh, limbs spread out as she stared at the ceiling of her pod, a nervous energy hummed in all of her veins, crackling and stinging with the need to do something. Poppy’s head fell to the side as she considered her crafts table. Maybe scrapbooking would calm the fire in her paws?

Ughhhh, this was way too much worrying! Worrying was Branch’s thing, because at least he knew how to turn his worrying into something productive! When Poppy tried that, she ended up worrying all over again once she was done. She kicked her feet and huffed, glaring up at the ceiling. Maybe if she worried hard enough, Branch would just show up and this whole worrying thing could be done with!

With a groan, Poppy rolled off her bed and stood, stretching for a moment before going over to her crafts table. She sat down, flicking on the radio with her tail as she contemplated what to scrapbook. The radio was a recent acquisition, custom-made by Rhythm and Blues for her last birthday. A song that Poppy hadn’t heard before was playing, upbeat melody drifting into the background as she opened her current scrapbook. Well, it was one of her current scrapbooks, set right between the one she started to chronicle Branch’s disappearance and the one about Rock Troll agriculture that she had been working on and off on. But the scrapbook before her was her current Feelings Scrapbook: a place to work out everything she felt. It didn’t need to be organized, or follow a story—she cut fabric into shapes and drew nonsense lines with glitter glue, pushing pieces together and making something purely for the sake of it.

The radio continued to play, the song having ended. An ad segment started, making Poppy’s tail lash in minor annoyance. Ugh, maybe she could shift to a different station until the adbreak ended—

Wait.

That—

Poppy’s eyes widened. She set down her scrapbooking supplies, not even bothering to tidy up her workspace as she put her full attention on the radio. That was—

Poppy stood, and ran for the door of her pod.

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“Sooooo what’d you drag us all the way up here for?” John Dory asked, pulling himself up to Poppy’s doorpetal with his hair. Floyd came up behind him, mostly-recolored hair pulling him up with no visible strain. He’d really come far, these past weeks—he could go for a lot longer without getting exhausted!

Poppy brought them inside without preamble. John Dory tracked in dirt as he went, not even bothering to wipe off his feet on the mat like Floyd was currently doing. Poppy didn’t care. The radio was still playing, right there next to her crafts table, on the same station she had left it on. “Listen.” She said, as the current song came to an end and, thankfully, an adbreak started instead of the next song.

John Dory listened for all of two seconds before frowning. “It’s a radio.” He said. “I don’t see what this has to do with any—”

“Just listen!” Poppy insisted. The ads were playing out in roughly the same order as before, which meant the ad they needed to hear was coming up. Indeed, the ad about stage makeup ended, and the next ad began, the speaker talking at a rapid clip.

“Hey ho! Tired of single-genre shows for single genre venues? Looking to hear some new talent on stage? Then you’re in luck! Come see Robin Lily LIVE on his tour throughout the genres! Hear music from all corners of the world, including the new hit single ‘Candy’!” A clip of music started playing, the abrupt start making it clear that it was taken from the middle of a song. “Hey, ho! Here she goes! Either a little too high or a little too low! Got no self-esteem and vertigo, ‘cause she thinks she’s made of candy!” The clip cut off there, the rest of the ad playing out, but—

It was unmistakable.

“That’s Branch!” Floyd gasped, his tail thumping against the ground. “That’s—that’s him singing!”

“What in the world is he doing?” John Dory put his paws on his hips, giving the radio a consternated look. “Running off on his own without telling anyone? Is he really that immature?”

Poppy shot John Dory a look, then decided to ignore it. He and Branch were still getting to know each other, after all. Instead, she pushed forwards. “The next concert is tomorrow, right?” She looked at John Dory. “Can Rhonda get us to Garden Grove Theatre by then?”

John Dory grinned, tail waving behind him. “Uh, yeah, of course she can!” He turned to leave, reaching up for his goggles. “C’mon, let’s get going!”

“Wait!” Floyd interjected, gripping the head of his cane. “Aren’t we going to tell Bruce and Clay?” With Bruce back at Vaycay Island and Clay hopping between Hole ‘N Fun and Trollstopia on a regular basis, it would probably take a while for the news to reach them, and even longer for everyone to convene at Trollstopia. It was a valid concern, but Poppy already had that handled.

“We’ll send them crittermail on the way!” She grabbed Floyd’s paw in her own, waiting until he squeezed back before she started to pull him along. “C’mon, we got a concert to catch!”

“Hair yeah we do!” John Dory whooped, already making his way down the tree, goggles over his eyes. With a grin, Poppy followed him down, Floyd following her down with a yelp and a startled laugh.

Now she could say she’d find Branch by the end of the week—and she intended to! He wasn’t getting away from her that easily!

If only the worry trickling down her fur could agree and go away.

#zaz writes #dreamworks trolls #discolored #poppy trolls #smidge trolls #floyd trolls #rhonda trolls #john dory trolls #AHAHA I FINALLY FINISHED THIS ONE #it took so long 😭😭😭#but i got it done!!#this is more of a transitional piece to get pieces moving where they need to #but it does that well enough i think #and yes‚ the snoutsniffers are from ''rewinding our fate'' bc it was just.... AUGH i love that fic so much #also the song branch is singing is ''candy'' by robin williams!!!!#it's like. the main song for the au sort of??? it's at the top of the playlist at least even if there are other songs that are just as #important

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razzle-zazzle · 4 days

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my beautiful wife, he has 50 mental illnesses and is banned from most public spaces

#reblog #churro-on-a-unicycle #dreamworks trolls #john dory trolls #THE GUY #THE TROLL THE LOSER THE FAILGIRLLLLLL #shaking this coloring style in my teeth the TEXTURES

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How did Bruce even manage to send John Dory a postcard but none to the other three brothers. How did JD end up being the one to get the forged letter from Velvet. This man lives in a armadillo bus that is presumably always moving and yet somehow he gets more mail than both Branch and Clay who have been living at the same, unmoving address for however many years.

#reblog #warning-heckmouth #dreamworks trolls #HJSHDGKBFKLDJGSGKLFJGHFDKLG #OKAY BUT LIKE #tbf it's not like the pop trolls were advertising their location that much #and maybe the card wasn't even sent to jd specifically. maybe bruce sent it to the troll tree and that's where jd got it #the troll tree is probably the best bet honestly #SFDHJGFKHGJHJ BUT HOW DID VELVET GET THAT LETTER TO JOHN DORY OF ALL PEOPLE

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razzle-zazzle · 5 days

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Thinking about how they make a point to show Branch growing as a person, but not changing himself for the sake of others.

He gets more happy throughout the movies and opens up to others, but he's still the same grumpy and sassy guy who is skeptical of everything. He's still nervous and hypercritical of everything that can happen, but he's more willing to give things a chance

They also make a point in the shows to have Branch say he isn't willing to change who is if for the sake of others, to me shoved into a mold because he's not like others. His whole character is built off of being different and that being okay.

Idk just thinking about it

#reblog #lixxen #dreamworks trolls #branch trolls #AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH FOR IT #only vaguely related but. a song i strongly associate with branch is will wood's ''love me‚ normally'' bc it works so well #and i just. branch being so different from the avergae troll and that's okay bc he's branch‚ bc he and nobody else needs to conform #hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

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razzle-zazzle · 6 days

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broppy.... save me broppy..

[id: two drawings of poppy and branch from dreamworks' trolls. in the first drawing, poppy is holding branch's face in her hands, a sweet and loving smile on her face as she looks at him. branch is has his hands over poppy's, his fingers sliding into hers. he is leaning his head down slightly and looking up at her with a gentle smile on his face. in the second drawing below it, branch turns his head in between poppys hands and kisses the palm of one of her hands, his hand holding hers to his mouth. he has his eyes closed and theres a small mole under one of his eyes. poppy is smiling as if giggling, her eyes closed while she blushes. in between them theres a speech bubble with a heart inside it. both drawings have a yellow rectangle behind them with an orange half tone coloring inside them./ end id]

#reblog #acidsaladd #dreamworks trolls #poppy trolls #branch trolls #THEMBBBBB

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razzle-zazzle · 6 days

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More backlog!!

This one’s an (unfinished) snip redraw. i like how you can see their utter disappointment in the og

I think the vegimals from the octonauts would adore the crew actually☝️source: me. I am right all the time

This was me trying to brainstorm some ideas for Donita’s mannequins (infodump below)

You can also kinda see the imprint of Jimmy from the other side lol

I wanted to lean into the uncanny valley with the mannequins, so I gave them some traits that I thought would achieve that

Faces

Blank eyes (that shoot a pose beam)

Unchanging expressions

Being able to move in unatural ways

For the last one, I thought it’d make a lot of sense for Donita to have the limbs of the mannequins detachable so she can model things that don’t need the entire body (like jewelry). It’d also make them harder for the crew to defeat since they’re designed to be taken apart and rebuilt. In order to actually get rid of them, you have to damage the head of the mannequin (although that can be hard to do with the beam eyes). Since they’re all build the same, all the parts are interchangeable. A mannequin may borrow parts from a defeated one to make longer legs for climbing, or more hands for grabbing.

#reblog #deadcolor #OOOOOOO RAINBOW ART!!!!

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