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frostedsketches · 1 year

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After the Confession

The two trolls, one blue and one pink, who had just confessed their reciprocated love for each other and shared the most connected high five of their lives, proceeded to laugh in pure delight and excitement.

Poppy had been hoping, waiting for Branch to say something, to confirm to her his feelings, had waited for him to make the first move, knowing he'd be more comfortable that way. She was a good actor when it came to hiding her own romantic feelings for her best friend, who had grown so much in the almost four months since the Trolls befriending of the Bergen's, as she was always good at putting the needs of her people before her own and wearing an aura of complete upbeat confidence --- not to say her euphoric attitude was fake, no, far from it, she just had complex emotions like anyone else and knew when she needed to hide it so her subjects wouldn't worry about her --- they could be overbearing if they thought she was ever the tiniest bit out of sorts.

But now that he had come out and said it, she felt her insides exploding with more joy then she had ever felt before. Just now seeing Branch erupt into a belly laugh that made him swing his head back, she felt the boldest desire fill her, and when he came upright again, arms falling into a loose hold across his stomach and looked her in the eye with his striking blue irises, grinning from ear to ear, she acted without thinking.

Suddenly she had leaped forward, swiftly bringing her lips to press against his. Eyes closed, she couldn't see the way Branch's arms flung out to hover beside her and the shocked look on his face as he instinctively pursed his lips against hers. She felt his face heat up and savored the smooth feeling of the edges of his mouth before breaking away. As soon as her eyes opened, she realized what she'd done and her own face heat up in an uncontrollable blush that painted her cheeks bright red. Embarrassed, she hugged herself and looked away, shocked at herself. She had just been waiting for what seemed like so long.

Branch's face was as lavender as his nose, as were the tips of his translucent aquamarine ears and she watched his large hands come up to his chest, one bypassing to shyly cup his chin and trace his lower lip with his thumb. "P-Poppy." He managed to utter before the action processed on the Trolls nearest to them. Some civilians of Pop Village suddenly looked shocked, but what really drew Poppy and Branch's attention, making them both turn their heads to look, were the chorus of enlightened squeals from the Snack Pack, all of which had managed to congregate in a group around them when they weren't paying attention.

Their wide, staring eyes made Poppy widen her eyes as well and Branch rubbed his arm while looking away, a soft smile returning to his face.

"I knew it!" Biggie exclaimed, fanning himself. "Oh my gah! Oh my gah! Oh my gahhhh!" Smidge was squealing over and over, tears in her eyes and her little hands balled into fists against her cheeks. "Whew, that was unexpected." Legsly said and DJ Suki nodded rapidly in agreement. "I never would have guessed!" She huffed with a confused smile. Satin and Chenille simply squealed like kids on Candy Day, clasping hands with each other. Fuzzbert ran in frantic circles, gibbering. "Was only a matter of time." Guy Diamond said, simply crossing his arms and squinting knowingly while Tiny Diamond gaped at them from half-way inside his father's hair.

"Surprise." Poppy said weakly, giving out jazz-hands. She couldn't believe she had done that. They had only just confessed and she was sure Branch hadn't been quite ready for their first kiss yet, she didn't think she had been ready, but it was hard to scold herself when she remembered all too clearly the blissful feeling of kissing him, in fact she couldn't wait to do it again. But all in good time. This was a moment she would cherish despite her initial embarrassment and inappropriate timing and looking at Branch's lovesick eyes and flustered yet happy state, she knew he would too.

She remembered the first time she had met the once lonely grey recluse, it was a blurry memory that only resurfaced from time to time, but she had been six years old, playing with her friends when she had noticed him at ten, sitting against a tree, watching them from afar; she turned away to participate in her turn in the game, and when she turned back, he had gone as if he were made of mist.

Only a few days later did Poppy manage to escape the constant watch her father had on her to go explore the neighboring forest beside the community of Pop Village. She had gotten hopelessly lost and had been on the verge of tears when she encountered the troll made of mist again, this time directly, he having noticed the young pink princess's plight and come to lightly scold her and guide her through the woods. He had made sure she got back to the village safely, lightly brushed off her thanks, and retreated back into the shadows. Poppy had returned home to the elder trolls searching for her, a muddy mess, but intact and filled with excitement over the story she had to tell. As she had took a bath, her worried father washing her hair, she told him about the grey troll boy that had helped her. King Peppy, recalling how the boy hadn't been seen for months and secretly was relieved to hear he was still around, gave her a word of advice but had otherwise been pretty vague, saying how he was troubled and preferred to be left alone, so she shouldn't try to bother him, he seemed to live in the woods now anyway and she wasn't allowed to venture out of the village, especially after today.

Poppy thought through her first encounters with the troll she now loved on the flight home in the Rock Trolls shuttles, sitting blissfully awake on an armchair, watching Branch who was dozing curled on the leather couch beside her.

Branch hadn't liked to be seen much in the days when he first moved into the beginnings of what would soon be classified as his bunker, and so when Poppy glimpsed him next, when she was eight, she had all but forgotten the first encounter with the older troll-ling. Many times she glimpsed his black hair on the edge of a crowd, always when she ventured towards the marketplace and the outer rims of her village, and every time her curiosity grew and grew.

If you asked present day Branch, he knew the next time he saw the pink princess was once he started coming into town more often. Once the demand for finishing the bunker and excitement of doing so and of his new found sense of freedom weared down, he was a teenager, and his loneliness became more prominent. Less distractions meant more free time and pondering, he took up writing and poetry around this time to lessen the effects but soon found himself being less and less discreet about being seen in the marketplace. He still only came when he absolutely had to but he was less and less afraid of the attention walking around in the open brought. He glimpsed Poppy around sometimes, off galavanting with her friends, despite her upbeat attitude completely contrasting with his pessimistic one, he found himself seeking her out to watch her, her antics were amusing and charming somewhat, and though he never approached her he made a regular activity of watching her whenever her and her friends passed by.

Poppy was twelve when she officially met Branch again, and he was fifteen. The princess had more and more freedom as the years went by, when the threat of the Bergans and unknowns of the forest dwindled away, she was allowed to venture farther and farther. The grey troll was good at escaping her whenever she saw his distinct black hair in a crowd and tried to catch up with him, but this time she had managed to catch him off guard. With her freedom finally passing the limits of the village and growing to the stretch of forest beyond, she found him writing something in the crook of a tree while he had thought he was hidden enough to watch her splashing through the creek, discreetly making sure his future Queen and one source of amusement wasn't picked off by a predator. She had settled down on a rock, her cute yellow dress slicked against her and dripping wet, enjoying the natural musical beat of the forest life around her, when she had coincidentally looked up to see the object if her curiosity in his hideout.

Startling him by swinging up beside him, she had properly introduced herself and pestered him with questions. Though most questions remained unanswered, Poppy finally got his name and realized her lifelong resolve and goal to cheer this interestingly grumpy troll up. Though she felt sorry for this clearly unhappy individual, there was something about his drastically different personality type to any other troll she knew and the mystery he was shrouded in that drew her to him. Yup, as an excitable tween she had developed a crush on who she would realize others referred to as the village grump, behind every friendly invitation she gave him and watched him dismiss, there was a center of fluttery cheesy schoolgirl love, and every invitation he dismissed or crushed, only strengthened her resolve to get through to him, even when the feelings of girlish lovestruck dwindled away as she matured. It wasn't until she saw how he looked at her while reciting a poem for Bridget to repeat that those feelings she hadn't realized were still there dormant in the farthest reaches of her mind, began to blossom forth, this time deeper and savoury and real. And they only grew brighter as Branch's endearing side shone through more and more. He had regained his True Colors, and those three little words had been spoken. Poppy was sure of her feelings when that had happened. Though their relationship didn't go beyond friendship for months after and Poppy grew confused on what those words had really meant when he had said them when things didn't escalate, she respected that he might simply not be ready for such things yet and kept her peace. Unknown to each other, both trolls had always hoped things would fall into place. Now they had. There was no doubt in Poppy's mind that they were really starting the next step, that everything would only get better from here. And she couldn't be happier.

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theshy1sout · 4 years

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My never ending list of what I want to see in Trollstopia

(It's really endless. Abondon all hope you who enter here)

1. Broppy

2. Friendship between King Peppy and King Osborne Trash. And maybe their musical duet. (Why do we still call them kings? They are like super retired)

3. Barb's queenie problems. I mean, she'd still feel lonely as a Queen, I wanna see her befriending with her rock subjects. She would looks for something or someone that makes her happy.

4. Dj Suki big rising from the dead

5. Broppy

6. Something like a giant performance of all of the tributes (like in the "New Anthem" from ttbgo, when every main character sing on the stage)

7. Some epic ROCK VS CLASSICAL (like in the deleted scene "Breaktime" from TWT)

8. Pop trolls telling others their history and then introducing Bergens

9. Poppy and Trollex friendship

10. Happy Carol in the girl group:)

11. Riff. Just more cutie moments with Riff

12. Broppy

13. Branch playing electric guitar

14. More Thistle and Branch just being buddies. I miss them so much

15. Keith and Tiny Diamond rap battle

16. Branch singing and playing country in the cowboy hat

17. Mr. Dinckle being Mr. Dinckles (meep)

18. More details about culture differences between trolls

19. Cooper and Prince D pranking everyone in every episode and then laughing dorkly together so loud and so long

20. Dickory yodeling happily in the branch's bunker so the echo makes his sing so loud and breaks all of the jar in the bunker

21. Branch and Growling Pete growling together

22. Poppy taking care of Gary like a professional babysitter (or loving mother :))

23. Barb driving VibeCity xd

24. I found Delta Dawn and Dickory's relationship pretty cute. I wanna see them too

25. Did I mention Broppy?

26. More techno trolls characters. And big techno party ones again, please

27. Trollazart playing hard rock. And then dropping the mic and leaving the stage

28. Specific foods of every gender. I wouldn't be surprised if Rock Trolls eat rocks xd

29. SCRAPBOOKS

30. Royals scrapbooking together

31. An episode where poppy tries to solve her problem and it's something in which branch is really good and poppy is really bad, but she is so stubborn and she wants to prove branch that she can do it on her own. She does not say anything to branch and runs away from him, ask everybody for help, just to do the thing without branch helping, but it ends by broke poppy sitting in the woods, tired and sad. And then branch walks in and asks what happened xd

And then branch would comfort her like this: "Oh poppy, you're not weak because you can not(idk open a pickle jarxd). Don't be silly, i won't stop loving you just because you can't do sth. To be honest, I really like helping you. It makes me feel I'm a good boyfriend :D"

"Cause you are :)"

"Yea, and you are bad girlfriend cause you can't open a pickle jar"

"Okeeeey, maybe I was a bit over-worried about it"

"Only a bit, hm?"

"Maybe more than 'a bit'..."

"And you know what else is more than a bit?"

"What?"

"Your silliness. And my love for Ya"

"Aww"

32. Switch-tributes day or ep! Xd

33. Barb discovering snow and having fun with it like 5 years old child

34. Branch and Poppy holding hands NOT because they are friends, but cause they love each other and they are a legit couple, and they just like it and they don't ashamed of holding each other hands public.

35. Good songs, good remixes, some Skylar Astin's solos

36. Kpop trolls finding Dickory and Hickory so cute and fangirling them every time they see them and the yodelins blushing a lot cause of them

37. Some lonely sad Chaz playing sadly smooth jazz to yourself...

And then Barb walks in, tries to comfort him so she pats him so hard that his face meets the ground. And then Barb "Oh, I'm sorry, man..." And chaz starts crying

I feel weird that I find it pretty cute and funny xd

38. Broppy first date. Especially I want to see Branch giving poppy flowers or kissing her nose. Aw

39. Poppy and Branch all alone in their bunny pajamas, their funny pajamas, their bunny pajamaaaaaaa

40. Many references to the movies and ttbgo

41. Dickory's big trauma because of the Trolls World Tour.

42. Trollex's parents or siblings or a whole colorful and glowing family!

43. Kpop trolls gang and Bridget girl self-care night

44. Branch in Poppy's crown. And then he runs away from poppy with it

45. Barb caring about her dad. I wanna whole ep only about it

46. King Gristle and King Trollex big buddies' performance

47. Some romance between different tributes

48. Poppy sleeping with a head on branch's shoulder

49. More Smidge and Milton

50. Guy Diamond and Trollex autotune voice duet or battle

51. Satin and Chenille trying to dress up Barb on the Hair Bal

52. Riff hugging Barb in the Hug day. Or Barb hugging her dad without any occasion. Just because she loves him

53. Branch's 'the Giver' factory

54. History of Fuzzbert's adventures

55. King Quincy and Queen Estesce Estes Ensteece Stacy Queen of funk waving aggressively their head up and down, listening hard rock

56. Archer Pastry big rising from the dead

57. More Branch and Peppy father-son relationship

I have more expects than that but I doubt anyone could read them all xd I appreciate that you read this all and went on the very end, you're the winner

And as praise, you can answer this question:

What do you want to see in Trollstopia?

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askdjphantasmagloria · 3 years

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Smooth Operator (Rewritten)

So, yeah. I decided to rewrite Smooth Operator because I didn’t like how it was written. Here’s how I think it should’ve played out. I hope you like it!

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It was dark, cold, and frightful. A lock of red hair whooshes by as a hooded figure rushes through the bushes. They had just had an encounter with a terrifying creature and they were trying to get out of the forest as fast as they could. Little did they know that they would soon stumble upon Queen Poppy and the other TrollsTopians, who were getting ready to play a wonderful round of Glitter Ball.

“Ok, for my team, my third first pick will be... Dante!” Poppy smiled as she pointed towards the Classical ambassador. Honored to be chosen, Dante smiled and bowed to the crowd before floating over to join the queen and the rest of her teammates.

The hooded figure then heard the voices and began to creep closer, their eyes squinting as they tried to remain mysterious. Slowly lifting up their hood, a scarlet red mustache began to appear...

Val Thundershock was also on the Glitter Ball field, assembling her team for the game to come. But then she took notice of the mysterious troll in the shadows and, like always, began to be suspicious. Who was this troll? What did they want? Were they a threat to the society that she and the other ambassadors worked hard to build up? “And my fourth first pick will be... the mysterious figure in the shadows.” She concluded, motioning to the figure. Confused, everybody turned around to look at the stranger that had been eavesdropping on their conversations. Knowing they had been spotted, the troll stepped forward and slowly took off their hood to reveal... my word! It was the seductive siren, the sultry-silked, the devilishly divine god of romance himself... Chaz Deveaux!

Chaz calmly smiled at the crowd, seemingly not alarmed at all by the fact that his cover was just blown by a keenly-eyed Val. Why should he be afraid? He knew what TrollsTopia was all about due to the fliers that Poppy had sent out a few weeks ago. This was finally his chance to find a family! People who would accept him for who he was! No more running, no more hiding, no more drowning in a sea of loneliness and resentment due to his ex-boyfriend dumping him for something that he couldn’t control. It all ended today.

The crowd gasped along with Poppy, who couldn’t believe that one of the bounty hunters whom she had encountered back when Queen Barb had her famous world tour managed to find their way into her beloved city! “Chaz? The Smooth Jazz troll?” She asked, in complete disbelief.

“That’s my name, darling.” Chaz calmly responded, raising an eyebrow in a curious manner. “Why are you so surprised? Was it not you who summoned me with this flier?” He asked, pulling out the piece of paper. Poppy gently took it from his hands, giving it a thorough read before her face lit up with glee. “Oh, you found it! I was worried that we’d have to use one of our scouts to track you down ourselves, but this is way easier! Yes, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something. Our city is expanding but I’ve noticed a lack in diversity of music. I was wondering if maybe... you would like to join our entourage? Come live with us in TrollsTopia, Chaz!” Poppy smiled, her eyes sparkling.

Val, extremely confused by Poppy’s optimism, got in between the two of them and looked the pink cupcake-lover in the eye. “Whoa, whoa, WHOA! Poppy, aren’t you going to tell us who this is? Where did he come from, what’s with his hair, and why does he have two tigers following him around?” She asked, motioning to the two tigers that were sitting besides Chaz.

“I am Chaz Deveaux. I’m half-Classical and half-Pop. My hair is naturally like this, but I do make my own conditioners, shampoos, and lotions out of natural ingredients such as Gigglefruit juice and Sparkle Berries. Also, when you say tigers, you mean Saturn and Jupiter? These are my pet tigers. They’re the only thing I have left of my tribe after... the war. Everybody I knew and loved was stolen from me. Everybody who was still alive, died shortly after. I’m the only survivor...” Chaz explained, tears coming to his eyes as he talked about his life story.

“Aww, you poor thing! What an ordeal...” Poppy frowned. She couldn’t believe that any troll would have to go through such a thing. Let alone a guy who was seemingly so sweet and charming on the outside.

“I’m sorry... talking about it gets me all emotional. Yes, I would love to join TrollsTopia. Wherever shall I stay? You didn’t exactly mention a Smooth Jazz section in your poster the last time I checked and while I would love to reside in Classical Crest or just stay with you Pop trolls, none of those areas properly reflect... me. I need something genuine.” Chaz mentioned, brushing a lock of his hair to the side.

“Ah, yes. We don’t really have a place like that at the moment... but thankfully, my ambassadors and I are known for acting on a whim. Give us about an hour, and we’ll surprise you!” Poppy smiled, gathering the ambassadors and leading them away.

One hour later...

Poppy led Chaz along the grassy path as carefully as she could. The former bounty Hunter was blindfolded and as shown from her experience with the Trolls’ piñata festivities, being blindfolded could pose a bit of a threat to everyday life due to the one who’s eyes are being covered losing their sense of sight and therefore not being able to see what they’re doing or where they’re stepping. “A little farther. A little farther! Listen, Chaz, it breaks our hearts that you don’t feel like you belong. So, we’ve been working on a solution! I called up Barb and asked her if we could use that tiny little beach that she was going to give you back when you were hunting us down, and she said yes! If you would just stand right here...” she said, before stretching out her arms to reveal Chaz’s new home. “TADA!”

Chaz opened his eyes and gasped, his face lighting up with nothing but pure joy at the sight of his house. It was gorgeous. A beach condo made entirely out of what seemed to be marble was waiting for him along the beautiful sands of TrollsTopia’s beach. He could see everything, including the ocean stretching over the horizon. Tears began to well up in his eyes. “Poppy... it’s- it’s beautiful. Thank you...” he whispered, smiling softly.

“Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet! Come on, let’s go inside!” Poppy giggled, opening the door. Once they were inside, Chaz could immediately see the luxury. A grand fireplace with a picture of him mounted over it, a soft and cuddly fur rug that was just perfect for him to swoon somebody over, comfortable plush chairs that came with built-in cup holders for the jazz troll to hold his many cups of grape wine, a grand kitchen for him to prepare his meals with only the finest ingredients (courtesy of Classical Crest), a deluxe bathroom with everything a troll needs to keep themselves tidy, and a bedroom that was all romantic-themed.

“Wow... thank you, Poppy. I know I haven’t exactly been the best to you during Queen Barb’s world tour, but I was only doing what she said because I didn’t want my music to die out! If she didn’t offer that tiny little island, I would have never even helped her in the first place!” Chaz sighed, facepalming.

“Aww, it’s ok, Chaz! You’ll always have a family here. Your days of being alone are over. Bygones are bygones. After all, my people aren’t exactly squeaky clean either. We all have our flaws. Nobody’s perfect.” Poppy comforted Chaz, giving him a hug. As he hugged back though, Poppy began to internally cringe. She didn’t REALLY believe that Chaz had changed from World Tour! How could somebody who used to EAT other trolls change in the blink of an eye?! Surely he had to be faking it!

The next day...

Chaz was a little crushed, but then he shook his head and smiled. “That’s alright... I suppose I could get used to the new paint job. It does look kind of pretty...” he laughed, trying to remain positive about the situation like he always has. He then gasped as he saw his beautiful beach littered with spray cans and other garbage. “AH! My beach...” he frowned, his heart dropping another few feet.

“Sorry, Mr. Chaz. Queen Poppy never implemented a trash disposal system, so we had no choice but to dump all of our things here. I hope you don’t mind.” Priscilla piped up, the children leaving back to their pods. After that whole mess was dealt with, Chaz decided that maybe a trip into town would make him feel better. He waved hello to any trolls that would walk by, but they all seemed... scared of him. Some would nervously wave back while others would scream and run away. He then overheard a few Classical trolls speaking to each other about Chaz’s music. “Have you ever heard anything so repulsive? Smooth jazz... what a disgrace to our genre. It’s barely a step above lounge music!” One of them said.

“Pip pip to that!” Another one agreed. “The way he obsesses over his appearance is... nasty, to put it the nicest.” A techno troll whispered. Chaz couldn’t believe it. Nobody really liked him. They were only pretending to be nice to him because Poppy said so! Now Chaz didn’t feel positive anymore. Why should he? He was in a world where it didn’t matter what he did. Everyone would always see him as a savage.

“Hey, Chaz! Are you enjoying your stay in TrollsTopia?” Poppy asked, completely oblivious to the situation. A new feeling began to bubble up in Chaz’s chest. All he could see was red. He was tired of being mistreated. It was time to fight back. “That’s it... I have had enough... enough of the stupid pranks! Enough of the mockery! AND MOST OF ALL ENOUGH OF YOU, POPPY!” Chaz growled, letting his frustration and anger merge together as his hair began flowing like a siren’s hair would when she was angry. His hair began to move like tentacles, grabbing the trolls that were around him and holding them up against a nearby rock.

“Chaz! What are you doing?!” Poppy asked, squirming in an attempt to get free. “You think I’m an idiot? I know how you guys REALLY feel about me. All I ever wanted was to be accepted. I just wanted to be loved! But you guys keep treating me like garbage... all because of something I can’t control. If you want a monster so badly, then by all that’s Trolly, I’ll be that monster!” He growled, using his hair to thrash the trolls around.

“Yo, yo, yo! I finally found the red velvet blanket, guys! Would you believe this was the last one on the shelf? What a lucky break!” Synth cheered as he walked in. He gasped, dropping his gift as he saw what was going on. “WHAT THE BARNACLES IS GOING ON HERE?!” He yelled, feeling scared and confused. Chaz turned around, smiling evilly. “Another one? No problem. I can take another.” He laughed, before he began to play his saxophone again.

Surprisingly, Synth was not affected whatsoever! “Uh... what?” He asked, tilting his head before leaning in closer to hear Chaz’s music better. But no matter how much Chaz played, Synth was simply too oblivious to be hypnotized! He smiled at him, placing his hands at his hips. “Cool music, bro! Lemme show you how I play now!” He said, a techno beat beginning to play as water shot up from the ground. Synth formed it into a gigantic water orb and shot it at Chaz, trapping the smooth jazz troll in a ball of sick beats. The ball then collapsed, sending Chaz flying into the distance. The smooth jazz troll tried to launch himself back to Synth to land a punch, but the water had made his hair unable to stretch. Saturn and Jupiter, seeing their master rocket into the sky, emerged from their hiding spots to chase after him. Synth had just saved all of TrollsTopia from Chaz’s rage.

As she caught her breath, Poppy engulfed Synth in a huge hug. “SYNTH! Thank goodness! That was amazing, how did you do that?” She asked. Her eyes lighting up with joy. “You mean that giant orb thing? Oh, I was born with those sorts of powers. I wonder why the music had no effect on me...” Synth thought, before Meadow’s shiny new flower caught his attention. “GIRL! You shine like a glowstick! I could stare at you for hours!” He laughed, swimming towards her as Poppy shook her head and smiled.

“Classic Synth...”

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of TrollsTopia, Chaz fell into an area that was surrounded by marshmallow potatoes... Marshtatoes? He groaned, dusting himself off as he looked upwards. A sinister grin illuminated in the dark, an adorably high-pitched voice ringing out in the silence. “Well hello there... what brings a handsome guy like you to a place like this?” It asked.

“Ugh, I’m glad you asked. I just got kicked out by a walking fish stick. Who are you, anyway?” Chaz asked, raising an eyebrow. From the shadows emerged the mistress of mischief herself, Marshtato Mary. “Me? Call me Mary. And you, my devilishly handsome disciple, may just be the key to helping me get my revenge on those filthy little elves.” She smiled.

“Revenge, you say? Well then...” Chaz smirked, walking closer to her.

“I’d love to join your cause.”

The End

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#out of character #trolls world tour #trolls #trollstopia #trolls chaz #val thundershock #synth #trolls poppy #meadow spriggs #meadynth #my writing #rewrite #smooth jazz chaz #chaz trolls

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queenabstract · 3 years

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OH MY GOD THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR YOUR PATIENCE!!! I know its been forever since I posted a request and I'm getting to work on all of them. For now...

Here's a Jussy x Cooper request

Poppy, Branch, and the rest of the Snack Pack were on their way towards Vibe City for a get-together party. It was true that the funk trolls could’ve gone to each tribe themselves to pick them up, but the other tribes had assured them that they didn’t need to go through all that trouble. The leaders and small groups from each tribe were going, and the Snack Pack would’ve gotten there sooner if it weren’t for what Branch spotted falling from the sky.

“Guys, wait. What is that?” Branch asked, pointing at the falling figure.

“I can’t tell from here, it’s really far away.” Biggie said.

“Wait, it looks closer than I thoug-”

“OH MY GOD! It’s a troll!” Smidge freaked out. A troll fell down from the sky and landed somewhere in the forest not too far away from them. The Snack Pack raced to find the troll to make sure they weren’t hurt.

“Where did she come from?!” Poppy exclaimed when they found her. “Is she…alive?” Branch checked her over. Mr. Dinkles made a sound.

“Oh yes! You’re right, Mr. Dinkles! I will give her the kiss of life!” Biggie said and started to lean down.

“Wait no!” Satin and Chenille held him back with their hair.

“I don’t think that’s necessary, buddy!” DJ Suki said as she and Fuzzbert tried to push him back.

“Hey guys, relax. She’s breathing.” Branch said. The troll’s eyes fluttered open.

“Hey, are you okay? You fell from really high up!” Poppy exclaimed.

“Oh, I uh…” The troll looked confused and lost for a moment before snapping back to reality.

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m feeling great actually! My name is Jussy.” Jussy held out her hand.

“My name is Queen Poppy.” Poppy said as she shook Jussy’s hand and helped her up. “Also, this is Branch, Biggie, Mr. Dinkles, Guy Diamond, Tiny Diamond, Satin, Chenille, Dj Suki, Legsly, Smidge, and Fuzzbert!” Poppy introduced them all.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you all.” Jussy said.

“By the way, we were heading to a party back in Vibe City, wanna come with us?” Poppy asked.

“Uh, yeah!” Jussy nodded.

“Come on, then. Let’s go!” Poppy grabbed Jussy’s hand and started running.

“Guys wait we don’t even-” Everyone else ignored Branch and started running too. “Know where she…came...from nevermind.” Branch rolled his eyes and started to pick up the pace.

Everyone kept running until they came to a river where a raft was waiting for them.

“Well itz bout time you showed up!” Dickory exclaimed.

“Dickory, we’ve only been waitin five minutes.” Hickory smirked.

“Hmph.” Dickory crossed his arms. The group got on the raft and started floating down the river.

“Why the raft?” Jussy asked.

“Well, when we float down the river far enough, the Funk Trolls will be able to pick us up and bubble us up into Vibe City!” Poppy explained.

“They use bubbles to get us into their UFO thing.” DJ Suki said.

“Oh, that’s so cool!” Jussy clapped in excitement. The group chattered for a while until they got to the pick-up point.

“So, Jussy, which tribe are you from?” Poppy asked.

“Tribe? Oh…I’m uh…not from any of the tribes.” Jussy said.

“Really? Okay then, you can be our guest of honor!” Poppy said.

“Cool!” Jussy cheered. The bubbles came down all around them and pulled them up into Vibe City.

~Somewhere in Vibe City~

Cooper was finally done getting ready for the party after putting on his silver rings in his dreadlocks and brushing out his fur and tinsel. His parents had already gone out onto the stage, but his brother was still with him to help him figure out the rings.

“And that’s it!” Prince D said after putting in the last ring. “Looking sharp, Coop!”

“Thanks, D!” Cooper thanked him.

“Now come on, mom and dad are already on stage!” D said and led Cooper to the stage. One of the funk trolls’ instruments had been broken, so the music wasn’t able to start yet. Cooper took this extra time to meet up with his friends.

“Hey, Cooper!” Poppy waved and ran up to him.

“Hi, Poppy!” Cooper ran towards her too. They met in the middle and gave each other a big hug. Everyone else except one joined in on the hug.

“We missed you, Cooper!” Satin exclaimed.

“It’s been a while!” Legsly said.

“Pop village hasn’t been the same without you.” Branch said.

“Nice seein ya again.” Hickory smiled.

“Aw, guys! I missed you too!” Cooper said as they all parted from the big group hug.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Cooper, I want you to meet someone!” Poppy said, jumping up and down. “We met her on our way here! I want you to meet, Jussy!” Everyone moved out of the way so that Cooper could see her.

“Hi!” Jussy waved excitedly. Cooper felt his heart skip a beat as soon as he saw her. She was the most beautiful troll he’d ever seen. A dark blush was forming on his face, he wasn’t sure if his lungs were working right. Even his legs were frozen.

“EARTH TO COOPER!” Branch wildly waved his hands in front of Cooper’s face.

“Wha- huh?” Cooper asked.

“You completely spaced out, you okay bro?” Prince D asked.

“Y-Yeah. I’m fine.” Cooper said, the blush fading a little bit.

“Well then, let’s get Partying! Ow! Ow!” Poppy cheered and skipped towards the stage. Cooper turned back to Jussy, barely keeping himself from getting lost in her eyes.

“SO! I-I mean…uh…So…what-where. WHICH tribe are you from?” Cooper asked her.

“I’m not from any tribe.” Jussy said, walking alongside him as they walked towards the stage.

“Oh. S-So you’re like a…solo…troll? Like Smooth Jazz Chaz? I mean not like Smooth Jazz Chaz but like-as in-not his music. I don’t have anything against smooth jazz! I mean…the others probably do. Not that I’m saying it’s a bad music genre! I-I just…” Cooper trailed off when he heard Jussy chuckling.

“Y-Yeah. I’m a solo troll I guess.” Jussy shrugged.

“Cooper! We gotta go come on!” Darnell called him.

“I’m coming! I’ll see you in a bit.” Cooper said.

“Okay, see ya.” Jussy smiled and waved at him as he walked away. Cooper blushed again seeing her smile and accidentally tripped over his own feet. He blushed harder in embarrassment and ran to the stage.

~Later~

Quincy and Essence almost immediately noticed how flustered Cooper was around the new troll. They decided to let Cooper go off stage to hang out with her after Darnell made a comment about it. She seemed nice enough.

“Hey, Cooper! Not singing anymore?” Poppy asked.

“Nope! H-have you seen Jussy anywhere?” Cooper asked, looking around to see if he could spot her himself.

“Yeah. She’s right over there.” Poppy pointed over to where Jussy was getting a drink. “Wait, why do you wanna kno-”

“Thanks Poppy!” Cooper cut her off and started speed-walking towards Jussy.

“What was all that about?” Branch asked as he walked up to her with a drink in each hand and handed her one.

“I don’t know.” Poppy took a small sip of her drink. After a few seconds she gasped and ended up choking a little.

“Woah, are you okay?” Branch asked worriedly.

“Yeah! I’m fine. I just realized it! Cooper has a crush on her!” Poppy squealed.

“Wha- really?” Branch asked.

“Yeah! Isn’t that sweet?” Poppy smiled widely.

“I guess so. But with how he was stuttering and literally tripping over himself earlier, I don’t know how he’s gonna talk to her now.” Branch asked.

“I know what to do!” Poppy’s face lit up and she started running towards the stage.

“Poppy? Poppy! What are you doing?!” Branch called out and chased her.

“H-Hi, Jussy.” Cooper was still a blushing and stuttering mess.

“Hi, Cooper!” Jussy smiled at him excitedly. Cooper was almost starting to wish she would stop so that he could just breath normally. He did his best to get himself together and put together an actual sentence.

“I hope you’ve been enjoying yourself. A-As one of the princes of Funk I want to make sure everyone is having fun.” Cooper said nervously.

Okay, going good so far.

“Yeah, I’m having a lot of fun! I just feel like a bit of a stranger…so it’s a little awkward.” Jussy shrugged and laughed. Cooper himself started feeling a little awkward.

Oh shoot.

“Oh! Looks like Poppy got them to change the music.” Jussy pointed towards the stage. Cooper turned around and spotted Prince D high-fiving Poppy. The music had been changed to a love song.

~with D and Poppy~

“Great idea you two, hopefully Cooper gets the message.” Prince D said.

“No problem, he’s also our friend, we’re happy to help.” Branch nodded.

“I already ship them, I hope this works!” Poppy squealed.

“Cooper is a lot like mom, so even if he was tripping over himself earlier, he’s probably got himself together by now.” Prince D smiled.

~Back with Cooper and Jussy~

Cooper smiled knowingly. He silently thanked them for this chance and held his hand out to Jussy.

“You don’t have to feel like a stranger around me. Wanna dance?” Cooper started blushing again. Jussy was blushing too.

“Absolutely.” Jussy accepted his hand. Cooper did his best to keep his breathing under control despite his quick-beating heart.

Wise men say,

Only fools rush in.

But I can’t help, falling in love with you.

Shall I stay?

Would it be a sin,

if I can’t help falling in love with you?

Cooper couldn’t relate more to those lyrics right now. He barely met her today and she had him wrapped around her finger.

Like a river flows,

surely to the sea.

Darling, so it goes,

some things are meant to be.

Cooper took a deep breath and spun Jussy around. He gathered up the courage to sing as well.

“Take my hand, take my whole life too. For I can’t help falling in love with you.” Cooper continued dancing with Jussy and kept spinning her around, making her laugh. “Like a river flows, surely to the sea. Darling, so it goes, some things are mean to be.” Cooper loved the sound of her laugh. “Take my hand, take my whole life too. For I can’t help falling in love with you.”

I can’t help…falling in love with you.

Even after the party was over, Cooper and Jussy promised that they’d meet up again soon. Jussy didn’t think that Cooper would visit the next day.

~The very next morning~

“Hey, Jussy! Rise and shine, sleepyhead!” Poppy shook Jussy awake. Since Jussy didn’t have her own pod, Poppy let Jussy sleep over in her’s.

“Oh, good morning.” Jussy yawned and stretched.

“Get ready I have a friend I want you to meet!” Poppy jumped up and down excitedly.

“Really? I thought I met everyone yesterday.” After the party, Poppy had shown Jussy all over Pop Village and introduced her to almost every troll.

“There’s still one left, I accidentally forgot.” Poppy shrugged.

“Oh, okay. Just give me a minute.” Jussy got up and started getting ready.

A little bit later, Poppy led Jussy to the other side of the village. Jussy noticed that they had walked very well far from any of the pods and it seemed that they were heading out of the village.

“Where exactly is this friend of yours?” Jussy asked.

“Well…she doesn’t exactly consider me a friend.” Poppy shrugged. “But we still talk sometimes. She’s a hunter and a designer. When she was little, she promised to make a special outfit for each and every troll. Satin and Chenille called her out when she learned to make clothes and forgot her promise. She dedicated herself to her goal just to spite them. When she heard about you, she asked me to bring you to her so that she could make you something too.” Poppy explained.

“Oh! Well that’s nice of her.” Jussy smiled. The two kept walking until they reached a tree. Poppy pushed a bush to the side to reveal a small door.

“We’ll have to crouch down to get in, she’s still working on making the doors bigger.” Poppy said. Jussy got on her knees and crawled through. The door led to a small tunnel that was just as small as the door. There wasn’t any light, so she kept blindly going for a few minutes before she suddenly started falling. Jussy let out a scream and kept falling for a few seconds before she landed on a big pile of cotton. Poppy landed next to her, laughing and giggling like a child.

“Poppy! What did I tell you about using that entrance? Its easier to enter through Branch’s bunker.” A voice said.

“But it’s a lot more fun this way! Also, this is Jussy. Jussy, meet Abstract.” Poppy introduced her. Jussy rolled off of the pile of cotton and looked up at the troll that was towering over her intimidatingly. She was a sky-blue troll with pink hair and pink markings on her shoulders and a pink techno troll on her chest. There were pink markings on her ears and freckles that covered most of her face. Abstract stared at Jussy with a glare and leaned down. For a moment, Jussy thought Abstract was about to hurt her, especially with the way she was showing her fangs.

“I’m sorry, I don’t have the best vision. I broke my glasses last week and I can’t find my contacts. I’ll be right back.” Abstract sighed and walked away.

“What…huh?” Jussy turned to Poppy, extremely confused.

“What?” Poppy asked.

“I…she…” Jussy pointed in the direction Abstract had left. Poppy kept staring at her for a few seconds before she understood.

“OOH! You thought she was going to hurt you? No, no, no. She looks different compared to all the other pop trolls, but she’s still one of us. She naturally gives off that scary vibe cause of her eyes, fangs, and hunter instinct. But she never has and never will hurt a troll no matter what. That’s a promise she never forgot.”

“HAH! I FOUND THEM!” Abstract came back running and got a better look at Jussy without glaring at her.

“Okie let’s get a good look at you! Definitely can pull off any color of the rainbow. Green would suit you best though. Butterflies? Yes! Butterflies! I have the perfect materials for you!” Abstract exclaimed as she circled around Jussy.

“I’ll leave you to it!” Poppy smiled and skipped away.

“Come on, I have all my things in another room.” Abstract led Jussy out of the small room. Once they were out, Jussy saw that they were now in a huge room that was filled with different plants. “This is my underground bunker. Its connected to Branch’s by that tunnel.” Abstract pointed towards a tunnel that had a cart sitting in front of the entrance. “We also have a few other backup tunnels incase one collapses. He collects all of his backup food from here, and its also one of the main sources of food for the entire village.” Abstract said.

“Wow! How long have you’ve been doing this?” Jussy asked.

“Ah…since I was around fifteen. I helped Branch build his bunker a long while before I even started making this one. Our brother Cooper was a tiny little troll at the time.” Abstract smiled.

“Cooper is your brother?” Jussy asked.

“Yeah. The three of us had the same adoptive mother.” Abstract stopped for a moment. “We’ve always had each other’s backs from the start. Being the three most different from everyone else…you met him already?” Abstract asked.

“Mhm! Yesterday at the party in Vibe City we danced together and became really good friends.” Jussy blushed a little.

“You both danced togeth-oh…oh…” Abstract suddenly looked annoyed. “So that’s why she brought you up…jeezuz. Follow me. I have all of the things I need in my room.” Abstract picked up the pace. She had Jussy stand in the center of the room on top of a stool. She took a few quick measurements and pulled out green, black, and white fabric. She put a blindfold around Jussy’s eyes.

“Hey! What’s this for?” Jussy exclaimed.

“I don’t like trolls seeing how I make the clothes. It’s kinda like a secret family recipe. Nobody’s allowed to know but me and my brothers.” Abstract explained. “Just try to stay as still as possible.”

~Meanwhile~

“You’re gonna visit her already?” Prince D asked. Smirking at his brother.

“Yes! I am! Plus, it’s not like I’m just visiting her, I’m also visiting my other friends.” Cooper said, digging through his dresser for his hat.

“Mhm. Cause you can’t help, falling in love, with, her.” Prince D sang, teasing Cooper. All that did was earn a glare from his twin. Darnell laughed. “I’m just messing with you. Plus, you don’t have to rush. Its really early in the morning.” Darnell yawned. “Honestly, you should’ve just been waking up right now.” Prince D said.

“Sorry, I’ve always woken up right before the sun rose growing up in Pop Village.” Cooper said.

“But why though?” Darnell asked.

“Ever since the pop trolls took me in, that’s just how its been. Abstract said that Branch always woke up an hour before sunrise to leave the pod and work on his bunker before our adoptive mother could catch him. She got him to sleep a little later and she started waking up early and would have me get up too so that the three of us could work on it together. We tried to adjust to a later sleeping schedule after it was finally done, but we ended up stuck like that.” Cooper laughed.

“Adoptive mother? You never mentioned having one before. You said Abstract raised you and Branch.” Darnell mentioned. Cooper stopped looking for a moment.

“We used to have one. I don’t remember her much…anyways, have you seen my hat anywhere?” Cooper asked. Darnell shook his head.

“Nah, bro. Where’d you see it last.” Darnell asked.

“I don’t remember!” Cooper exclaimed. He kept looking through drawers, under the bed, and everywhere else in his room. But no matter what he moved or shoved around, he couldn’t find his hat. There was a knock on his door.

“Hey, Cooper. Have you seen-oh.” King Quincy noticed his son panicking.

“You lost something too, huh?” Quincy asked.

“I can’t find my hat anywhe-what happened to your cape?” Cooper asked. Quincy was wearing a purple cape with yellow stars instead of his usual golden one.

“I couldn’t find my cape anywhere.” Quincy laughed.

“Sorry, I forgot to tell you both.” Queen Essence walked up next to Quincy. I took your hat and your cape to Pop Village. The hat had a rip and the cape had an unremovable stain in it. I asked Abstract for help.”

“You did?” Cooper asked.

“I think Poppy said something about taking Jussy to meet Abstract today.” Darnell mentioned.

“She did!?” Cooper started to worry. Abstract had always been protective of both Cooper and Branch. If Jussy was meeting Abstract today and Poppy told Abstract about his crush on Jussy, he didn’t want there to be an ugly fight. “We gotta get to Pop Village now!” Cooper exclaimed.

~With Jussy and Abstract~

“Eek! That tickles!” Jussy giggled.

“Sorry.” Abstract tried not to laugh. She was putting the finishing touches on the outfit and she had accidentally poked Jussy with the needles a few times, causing her to laugh. When Abstract had started, Jussy felt like a bunch of blankets were thrown on top of her, then they slowly started to wrap around her and started to feel lighter. Abstract finally took off the blindfold.

“I could do better than this, but its still one of my best works yet. What do you think?” Abstract spun Jussy around to face the mirror. She was wearing a short green fairy-like dress with black sleeves that had green butterflies, silver leggings, and a green sparkly silk fabric that was wrapped around her waist and connected to her wrists.

“Woah.” Jussy stared at herself in the mirror.

“Oh! Almost forgot.” Abstract left for a moment and came back with something in her hands. “And there! Done.” Abstract had given Jussy a pair of silver butterfly earrings.

“You do this for everyone?” Jussy asked, surprised.

“Everyone that will let me. It helps me feel connected with the other trolls. Each one has their own unique design that I create on the spot. I have made some other unique pieces that have them come back for another outfit for a party or other special occasion. I’m not as popular as Satin and Chenille, but I have a hella lot more customers.” Abstract beamed proudly.

“You run a shop?” Jussy asked.

“Mhm. You have a crush on Cooper?” Abstract casually changed the subject.

“Maybe.” Jussy blushed. “Wait, why’d you change the subject so suddenly?!” Jussy became flustered.

“Well, he’s my brother. I like to get to know the trolls that possibly want to date him.” Abstract shrugged.

“Uh…I remember Poppy saying you’re a hunter?” Jussy mentioned.

“Mhm. I am. I don’t have much of a choice. I have to hunt down predators for meat.” Abstract smiled, showing off her fangs. “You seem like a nice troll, and I made a promise to protect my village, but when it comes to my brothers, I won’t hesitate to hurt someone to protect them. Ya got that?” Abstract crossed her arms.

“Yes, I understand.” Jussy put her hands up.

“Good. Cooper should be here any minute now. Queen Essence dropped off his hat and King Quincy’s cape after the party yesterday so I could fix them. I assume the real reason Poppy brought you here was to use me to set up another date for you two. Which I don’t mind…but it would’ve been nice if she had actually told me. Anyways, Queen Essence should be here any second. I’ll ask her if she can take you with her to Vibe City so you can see Cooper. Just…no funny business.” Abstract pointed a finger at Jussy as she grabbed the hat and cape and put them on top of a desk.

“Yeah, got it!” Jussy put her hands up again. There was a sudden slam that caused them both to jump.

“Uh…Queen Essence must’ve sent a guard to get them instead?” Abstract asked more than said.

“ABSTRACT WAI-ACK!” Cooper came running in and ended up tripping over his own feet and fell down.

“Cooper!?” Jussy exclaimed.

“Cooper!” Abstract smiled. Cooper rushed himself to get back on his feet and froze when he saw Jussy. “Hey Coop, whatcha doin here?” Abstract asked, she had expecting him to still be in Vibe City. Jussy sighed in relief when she realized he was okay and smiled.

“Hi Cooper!” Jussy waved at him. Cooper was starting to blush again.

“Uh…Coop?” Abstract asked, a little concerned.

“If being super cute is a superpower, this troll has it!” Cooper thought to himself.

He already knew Jussy was the most beautiful troll he ever laid his eyes on, and she somehow looked even more beautiful. The sparkle in her eyes and the way her smile seemed to light up the entire room made Cooper’s heartbeat quicken. Abstract started to realize what was going on. She grabbed the hat and put it on for him and handed him King Quincy’s cape.

“Your mom dropped these off yesterday. Sorry if you turned your room upside down looking for it this morning.” Abstract turned to Jussy. “Hey while you’re here, should may as well take Jussy with you.” Abstract pushed Jussy towards Cooper.

“Oh, uh h-hi Jussy!” Cooper managed to finally find his voice.

“Hi Cooper.” Jussy giggled. Abstract saw the way Cooper melted at the sound of her voice and smirked.

“Damn he’s got it bad.” Abstract muttered to herself. She gave Jussy a little nudge towards the exit. “Why don’t you go ahead and go outside. I need a minute to talk to Cooper.” Abstract said.

“Oh, uh, okay!” Jussy nodded and skipped outside. Abstract waited until she heard the door close and then turned towards Cooper.

“I know that look.” Abstract said to him. Cooper smiled awkwardly and turned away. “As much as I love teasing you sometimes, which is the only reason I made that dress,” Abstract laughed when Cooper gasped and glared at her. “I don’t want to see you get hurt.” Abstract became serious. “We went through a lot when we were younger. A lot of trolls deceived and tricked us. And even today its easy to mistake a liar as a genuinely kind troll. Jussy seems nice…but I just want you to be careful.” Cooper listened to her and sighed.

“I know you worry, but you gotta believe me, she’s not that kind of troll.” Cooper said.

“You just met her yesterday and I can see that you’ve fallen crazy in love with her.” Abstract pointed out. “Sometimes it ends up with the sweet happy ending, but I’ve witnessed it end with broken hearts firsthand. Are you sure you can trust her even as a friend?” Abstract asked.

“We’ve encountered a lot of bad trolls in the past, but she’s not like any of them.” Cooper smiled and blushed a little bit. “I’m sure, without a doubt, that she’s the one.” Abstract sighed and nodded.

“I just…I want you to be safe. You know I’m just looking out for you, right?” Abstract asked.

“Yeah, I know. I’m just glad you didn’t scare her away.” Cooper chuckled.

“Oh, I was close to doing it. But she’s a lot braver than most pop trolls when it comes to seeing my fangs, or me in general, I’ll give her that.”

“That’s good. By the way, why did you make the dress the way you did?” Cooper glared at her again.

“Whaaaaat? I don’t know what you’re talking about. It’s not even one of my best works.” Abstract tried to refrain from smiling. “I just happened to make her sparkle like a star and look like a fairy, so what?”

“YOU MADE HER LOOK LIKE A GODDESS!” Cooper burst. Abstract started laughing. “I’m already barely able to keep myself up and put a sentence together around her, are you trying to make me have a heart attack?!”

“Oh, stop being dramatic and get out there. Woo your goddess and show her how much you love her. Just remember what I said.” Abstract gave Cooper a shove.

“Yeah, I got it.” Cooper said and ran outside to find Jussy. Abstract waited a few minutes until he was gone to go outside as well and found Poppy waiting for her.

“Proud of yourself?” Abstract asked.

“Yes!” Poppy squealed as she watched Cooper and Jussy walking and talking to each other. At least, Jussy was doing most of the talking. Cooper was a blushing mess. Any troll could see how deeply in love he was with her at this point.

“You could’ve just asked me to help set up a date between them instead of tricking me into doing it.” Abstract said.

“I didn’t mean to do that. I just wanted you to get to know her since Cooper has a crush on her-”

“Head over heels, deeply in love with her you mean?” Abstract asked.

“Yes…I didn’t know Cooper was going to show up.”

“But you were counting on it, weren’t you?”

“…Maybe.”

“Just let me know when they start planning the wedding so I can help with her dress. I might have my doubts, but I have a feeling that they aren’t separating any time soon.” Abstract said. Her ear started twitching. She could literally hear Cooper reciting poems to Jussy now.

“Well someone found their courage fast.”

@jade-green-butterfly

Once again I am so sorry for making you wait so long for this. I got major writer's block while writing since I'm not used to writing OC x character requests. I hope you don't mind me inserting my own OC into this. It was the only way I could find a break through my writer's block. Also, here's an offer if your interested.

I'm working on a Trolls AU and this is how I pictured you in it. The wings not only are actually working wings for flying, they're extra armour for the back. Jussy most likely wouldn't come in until extremely late in the story, but if you're interested, let me know!

Here's a lil extra fanart

I was teaching myself how to use my different colored pencils while coloring these so some of the pictures have a weird color. I used filters to fix it as much as I could.

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Here, have a few random Trolls headcanons! Some are related to my Gumdrop AU and other shipping nonsense, some not so much but if you would like to use these, go right ahead!

Tresillo, Marimba and Tambora are a happy polyamorous trio, having started bounty hunting when the three of them were down on their luck and slowly began to fall in love with each other over the corse of their career.

All the bounty hunters know each other and get along well, aside from the odd competitiveness. Sometimes, they have card game nights were they dish the dirt, swap secrets and tricks of the trade or just hang out.

Hickory and Chaz are ex-boyfriends. They did have a great relationship but things turned sour when Hickory suggested having an open relationship and Chaz was less than willing. Overall, they were left both sad and bitter over the break up (and made Hickory dislike Smooth Jazz a lot) but gradually became friends with encoragement from Poppy (this headcanon is p much based on @kiingcorobo’s own stuff about Chaz). Despite this, protective big brother Dickory still does not like Chaz for ‘breaking Hickory’s heart’.

Legsly doesn’t have the ablility to manipulate her hair like other Trolls, but she can stretch and extend her legs so she doesn’t feel any different from everyone else at all. She is also considered to be very attractive and has a long list of secret admirers and would be sutors. Even Branch thinks she’s a total smoke show (‘Ah, what a troll!)

Due to King Thrash becoming more senile and disabled, Barb was put on the throne much earlier than expected and she felt totally unprepared to be queen. Suddenly, she had this huge weight put on her shoulders to become the perfect queen, even though Thrash never intended to do so and he only expected her to do her best. This was the first chain of events that lead to her decision to take over music with rock. After the events of TWT, she confided in Poppy in detail about her insercurities, although the hippie group therapy thing wasn’t ideal to her.

When Hickory realised he was in love with Poppy and Branch, he went to Tresillo for advice as he was afraid of ruining their friendship and he didn’t want a repeat of what happened with Chaz. Tresillo was incredibly supportive and spent a long evening going over a plan on how Hickory should approach them.

Riff is actually really smart. Like, academic mathematic genius smart. It really helps him keep in time with his music. But he’s incredibly shy and full of self doubt so he hardly voices it or he comes off as kinda ditzy.

King Trollex is gay, autistic and proud of it! I mean, he literally wears it on his sleeve! C’mon!

Speaking of autism, Branch is super autistic (he’s p much coded as such, especially in TBGO series) and he’s good at picking out details others would miss but stuff like a big handsome yodelling cowboy having a crush on him goes right over his head.

It also affects him mentally and emotionally as he doesn’t trust himself to make good judgment on others and is naturally mistrusting of new trolls or doesn’t believe anyone who compliments him (although, I’m sure the childhood trauma of watching his last living family member sacrifice herself for him didn’t exactly help either).

Delta Dawn is stonking huge! Like, drafthorse musles-so-big-they-could-crush watermelons huge! Clampers is already getting set to get as ripped as her.

Delta is also a merciless punisher. She did not take kindly to the fact that Hickory and Dickory were imposters in her town for a time and made them do community service. She was not so forgiving towards Barb either but reluctantly didn’t do anything to her as to keep peace. It still took a long time for Delta to even tolerate Barb.

Despite this, Delta has a heart of gold and, like Poppy, makes it her duty to know everyone in her town and built a strong sense of community.

Pop Trolls are unique in that all genders of their tribe can lay and generate eggs and Pop Glitter Trolls are even more unique in that they can reproduce asexually without the assistance of another troll, which is how Guy Diamond is able to hatch Tiny in his own.

There was a lot more interactions between the Troll tribes after TWT so it was more common to see, say, a Classical Troll on holiday to Lonesome Flats. Funk trolls commonly visit Pop Village a lot, though that’s mainly because Copper decided to stay there while his family visits from time to time.

Prince D would eventually take over from his parents as ruler of the funk trolls as he was trained and prepared more for it than Cooper ever was but they are both fine with it. The twins are utterly inseparable and make up for a lot of lost time by setting up pranks (D was delighted by the Pop trolls holiday of Prank Day) and creating funky hip hop. They miss each other greatly when one has to leave for home.

Also, Prince D is gay. Like, super gay.

Alright, I do have more but this post is long enough, so I’ll leave it there for now. Enjoy!

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dartheclipse0816 · 3 years

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Trollstopia Season 2: My Review

Tagging: @eva-9-3 @poppibranchlover @toki-trolls @happyqueenandgrumpydork @lovenotesworld

Hey, everyone. I just saw Trollstopia Season 2, and here is my review:

I really liked it.

This season showed me more about the Trolls world. For example, it showed that most technology in the Trolls world is done through colorful bug-like creatures as opposed to loud and dull industrial machines like in real life. It also showed me that even though they don’t look like it, Trolls can be very fit and muscular. In both their physical body and their hair (and, of course, their hair has a breakable bone, for some reason XD).

And, I know this part might put some people off, but even though there wasn’t much in the way of Broppy, except for maybe one part or two, I honestly don’t mind it that much. Broppy is already canon, which, okay, I know some people may still attack me for saying that, but this is my review, so I’ll continue on. And to me, that leaves me with plenty of breathing room, so I decided to sit back and enjoy other things about the Trolls world.

Although, I do admit, I think some of the premises of a few of the episodes were a little silly, but I think it fits with the Trolls world.

And, I honestly don’t know how I feel about Chaz the smooth Jazz troll being made into a full-on villain. I thought he would’ve become a good person by then, but, nope, they made him a bad guy.

If there’s any large criticism I have for the season, well, I just think it’s too short. I wish there were more episodes. I was expecting maybe 8 or 9 or even 10 episodes, but, then again, due to the circumstances we are in, there’s only so much one can do.

But that last episode was so cute! It made me cry and want to snuggle my Troll plushies so much. I loved it.

And, that’s about it as far as my opinions on this season go. I liked a lot of things about this including that Palentine thing between DJ Suki and Demo, the season not having Creek (no offense, he’s just not my favorite character) appear, and seeing more lore of the Trolls world. And again, I wish there was more content, and I thought some of the premises were kinda silly, but I still enjoyed it.

And that’s my review!

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ladylynse · 4 years

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Part IV of Down the Rabbit Hole for the lovely @lumanae, even though they’re currently drowning the Merlin fandom. *grins* Sometimes distractions are needed, right?

Wirt had heard a lot of stories about college, but somehow, he still wasn’t prepared for one of his roommate’s crazy friends to smuggle a hatchet into their dorm room.

(Previous) Also on FF and the AO3.

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Wirt knew Danny wasn’t in the washroom, but he stepped inside and looked in every remotely feasible spot anyway, including the medicine cabinet that sat above the toilet which would be hard pressed to hold a small child.

He just…. He didn’t know what else to do. There wasn’t anywhere else to go. It’s not like Danny could have crawled out the tiny window, and he definitely hadn’t slipped past Wirt and out into the hallway. It was like he’d gotten sucked into the same black hole as most of Wirt’s socks, except obviously that didn’t exist, but—

Wirt pulled out his phone and started to type a message to Jazz, but how could he tell her he’d lost her brother? He certainly couldn’t explain it. He had no idea where Danny was. Or how he’d gotten there, wherever there was.

Wirt half-hoped Danny would text Jazz and Jazz would text him, but he never heard anything, and he couldn’t find the words to say anything about this to Jazz. He’d find Danny first. Then, if Danny hadn’t already told Jazz, he could pretend this had never happened.

He could get a proper explanation from Toby after he figured out what the heck had happened to Danny.

Wirt locked the room behind him and set off at a quick walk, looking around and weaving past anyone he saw without slowing. Danny couldn’t have gone that far. If he had somehow slipped past him—

Maybe this was a prank. Danny liked pranks. And Jazz had as good as warned him not to leave Danny by himself.

Except Danny was gone, disappearing as easily and completely as the ghosts he had apparently grown up surrounded by, and Wirt couldn’t see a sign of him anywhere.

He did, however, find Wendy.

Sitting cross-legged under a tree in the shade.

Apparently doing nothing except enjoying a cup of coffee.

Wirt slowed to a stop in front of her. “Hey,” he said, though he already had her attention since she was looking up at him with a smile. “Have you, um, seen Jazz’s brother anywhere?”

“Danny? Never met him.” Wendy rose to her feet in one smooth movement. Wirt rather envied her gracefulness; he certainly couldn’t do that, at least not in the shape he was in now. “Jazz has a psych exam today, though. You won’t see her till it’s over.”

“No, I…know that. She’s out now, anyway, but still busy.” Probably. Maybe Danny had texted Jazz to get her to text him, and she just hadn’t because she was catching up with some other friends of hers after the exam. She had to have other friends, right? They could have ambushed her right after she’d texted him and Danny. “What about Toby? Have you seen him?”

“Should I have?”

Wirt bit his lip. “I just saw him and Claire.”

“Claire’s visiting?”

So Wendy didn’t know either. Not that that meant much. Claire’s visit might’ve been unexpected. Or maybe Toby had told both of them and they’d been too busy to listen? He could believe that of himself more than so Wendy, who had a surprisingly good memory. At least compared to him, who was hard pressed to remember what he’d had for lunch the day before. Or what day of the week it was. Or what he’d been doing five seconds before, when things got really crazy.

Wirt just nodded. “Yeah. She came to help with costumes for Toby’s play. Do you know when it is?”

Wendy raised her eyebrows. “Since when was Toby in a play?”

“He’s in drama….” Wirt didn’t add isn’t he? but he was pretty sure Wendy knew it was there.

“Uh huh.” Wendy sounded like she didn’t believe it, but what other explanation was there? If it was cosplay, Wirt definitely wasn’t familiar with the source material, and he couldn’t think of what else it could be. No one went around in a getup like that just for the heck of it. And it’s not like Toby would think he needed to lie about making a cosplay for something. He already knew Wirt thought he was weird and didn’t judge him for it. He thought that was funny.

For that matter, so did Wendy and Jazz.

It was one of the reasons Wirt was so convinced they were involved in some giant conspiracy to troll him. Because they’d kill themselves laughing over it. They’d find it hilarious, and they knew he’d be laughing in the end, too. Assuming he got to the end of whatever this was.

And assuming he could find Danny.

Seriously, how he could have lost Danny?

Maybe he was in on all of this, too. Maybe—

“Earth to Wirt,” Wendy said, waving a hand in front of his face. “Did you hear me?”

“Um…no? Sorry.”

“I wanted to know if Toby’s talked to you yet.”

“About what?” It couldn’t be the play if Wendy hadn’t heard of it.

Wendy rolled her eyes. “Please tell me you’re just playing being clueless or you will die if we reach an apocalyptic situation.”

“Uh…pretend I was living under a rock and fill me in?”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Wendy muttered. Louder, “Something’s up. You know that, right?”

Was she finally admitting that they were playing a massive prank on him? Good. It had taken long enough. Wirt nodded, and Wendy relaxed. “Great. Then you’ll understand why I’m absolutely certain that Toby’s not actually in drama?”

Or not.

“Uh….”

“Seriously, this isn’t a game. College might not kill you, but there’s stuff out there that will if you’re not careful.”

The hatchet in his dorm room could technically kill him, but Wirt was pretty sure Wendy would just dismiss that if he brought it up. Or nag him about his nonexistent self-defence skills, since he hadn’t signed up for a class despite her not-so-subtle suggestions.

Wirt glanced around, but no one was close enough to overhear their conversation. That was probably Wendy’s plan. He met her eyes again, seeing no trace of a smile behind them. “You’re my friend,” she said, “and I don’t want to lose you.”

She might lose him as a friend if she kept on like this. He could only be expected to put up with so much, right? If she really believed this, maybe she needed to talk to someone. Someone who could actually help her. Which wouldn’t be him. He had zero training in that area. He’d think Jazz would be ideal if she weren’t encouraging this. Whatever this was.

“Okay, look,” Wirt said, trying to get a handle on this situation again, “if you want to be serious for a moment, why don’t you just tell me why you’re so wrapped up in all of this? Why you think I’m wrapped up in all of this?”

Anger and hurt flashed across Wendy’s face before she schooled her expression again, and Wirt knew she felt that was uncalled for. “Because I’m not stupid,” she said, her tone carefully even, “and because this isn’t my first rodeo. And because whatever you want to pretend, that Unknown of yours isn’t just a story. You wouldn’t care about all of this so much if it were, and I don’t need Jazz to tell me that.”

“You’re back on that again?”

Wendy frowned. “Fine. Keep pretending. But you can’t ignore the truth forever, Wirt. You have to know that. And even if you think it’s just to humour me, it’d be nice if you played along and prepared yourself for the day you can’t.” She pulled a small notepad out of her pocket and held it out. “Dipper transcribed some relevant spells. At least take a look at them before you throw it out.”

Wirt knew better than to ask if she was kidding. He pocketed the notepad without looking at it, and Wendy turned away without saying goodbye. He felt like a fool, but what was he supposed to do with that? If she was delusional, telling her the Unknown was real wasn’t going to help matters.

And if she wasn’t delusional….

He didn’t want to think about what it would mean if she wasn’t delusional.

He didn’t want to think that there might be more out there than what he’d faced in the Unknown, that that experience hadn’t been a fluke, that finding out Jazz had grown up hunting ghosts wasn’t going to be the strangest thing he discovered about his friends.

He didn’t want to lose the control he’d have if it turned out the Unknown was only a tiny piece in everything that was unknown.

And now he felt horrible for what he’d done to Wendy.

Sighing, Wirt pulled out his phone and dialled Toby’s number. If he could at least find out more about this play while he looked for Danny, it would prove that the world wasn’t going crazy.

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Toby didn’t answer.

Wirt actually walked into the drama building, poking his head into any room that didn’t have an ongoing class, and found nothing. He even tried looking around education, in case the rehearsals were in that building instead, and he couldn’t find so much as a poster advertising a play—or at least not one that would require fanciful armour.

Danny, of course, never turned up anywhere.

Wirt circled back and checked the food court, thinking Danny had probably found it and bought himself a snack, but no matter how he scanned the shifting crowd of people, he couldn’t convince himself that Danny was there.

Why hadn’t Jazz given him Danny’s number? That would have made finding him so much easier. He should have asked for it, but it hadn’t occurred to him that they’d get separated when he’d been asked to spend time with Danny.

Maybe this was just one of Danny’s practical jokes. Jazz had said he was a joker. Wirt couldn’t really think of any other way to explain his vanishing act.

Although, considering where he had disappeared from, Wirt wasn’t sure even being some kind of magician-in-training would explain Danny’s disappearance. It’s not like he happened to be in the one dorm room that had a secret passage hidden somewhere in the bathroom. There was no trick to it. And he couldn’t imagine how Danny had gotten past him, even though he must have.

Wirt couldn’t remember which building Jazz’s psych class was in, so he couldn’t see if Danny had gone to meet her there. Not that that would help him much, since Danny and Jazz would probably be long gone if they had met up, but he was getting desperate, and Jazz hadn’t texted him to ask why he’d ditched Danny—or whatever story Danny might’ve told her about what happened. He did check his dorm room one more time—in the vain hope that Danny would be hiding in there, maybe sitting on his bed with a big grin on his face, waiting for Wirt to come back and realize Danny had never left—and then went to Jazz’s. He rang the buzzer.

“Yes?”

Wendy. “Um, it’s me.”

“Danny’s not here, Wirt. Neither is Jazz. Do you still want to come up?”

“Uh, no, thanks.” He wasn’t ready to face her yet. He figured he’d read whatever Dipper counted as spells before talking to her again. Granted, knowing Wendy, she’d just do a phenomenal job of pretending the conversation had never happened, and he’d feel like even more of a fool.

“Good luck with the search, then.”

Now he really felt like an idiot. Wirt headed back to campus, not even sure where he should look next.

He walked through the food court again, standing on his tiptoes in the hopes of spying Danny among the shifting crowd of students, and eventually gave up. He checked his watch again, his stomach churning as he realized he’d been running around for over an hour. He should just phone Jazz and tell her to phone Danny and find out where he was. He could swing by and pick him up and then meet her. And then be done with this.

Of course, that would mean admitting he’d managed to lose her brother in the first place.

Hopefully, she’d just chalk this up to Danny’s love of practical jokes.

After more dithering, Wirt finally made the call. Jazz picked up on the second ring. “Hello?”

“Jazz, um, I’m calling instead of texting because this is kinda an emergency? I might’ve, uh, lost your brother, and I don’t—”

She let out a sigh. “Don’t worry about it, Wirt. I’ll text him my location and he’ll find me. He has a bad habit of disappearing sometimes. And if he pulled this on you…. We should really talk. Meet me at the library.”

She hung up without waiting for an answer, not clarifying which library, but that was fine, because Wirt knew exactly which one she meant. And he didn’t plan to blow her off after what he’d done. Should he be flattered her brother felt it appropriate to pull a disappearing act on him? Did he only do it with family friends? She’d sounded exasperated enough that it really couldn’t be uncommon, but….

Jazz was at her favourite table in the library when Wirt arrived, the one off in one corner and half-hidden behind the shelves to the point that was hard to find if you didn’t know it was there. He slid into the chair opposite her, and she frowned at him as her eyes flicked over him. “Do you remember everything that happened? Can you tell me?”

That was…an odd first question. But this was Jazz, and she asked weird questions. And if Wirt tried to figure out why, he’d somehow wind up in a deeper hole than whichever one he was going to dig for himself anyway, so he decided to just go with it. “Yeah? We were in my dorm room. Surprised Toby and Claire— Did you know that she was in town? Or that he’s in a play?”

“My question first, please.”

Wirt blinked. “Um, right. Well, we surprised them, I guess. Toby must’ve cut class because Claire was in town to help him with costuming, and then they went to show everyone else in the group. And then Danny, uh, said he had to use the bathroom, except he didn’t come back out, and when I finally checked it, it was empty.”

Jazz rolled her eyes. “Of course it was,” she muttered. “Because that’s not at all suspicious.”

“Um.” She thought it was suspicious, too? What did that mean? “I, uh, never saw him leave, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t sneak by me. I mean. He must’ve. Because he wasn’t in there. And it’s not like he could go anywhere else from the bathroom.”

Jazz just nodded. “Well, I didn’t know Claire was in town, or that Toby was claiming to be in a play, but I suppose I should’ve guessed it earlier.”

“That he’s secretly a drama nut and didn’t want any of us to know?”

“No. That he might be the one I need to worry about more than you.”

Wirt raised his eyebrows. He knew Jazz was a worrywart, but that was ridiculous. “Are you kidding? He’s at least passing Wendy’s weird apocalypse classes with flying colours.”

“Which is what should’ve been my first clue.”

“Clue to what?”

“That he’s involved in something.” The answer came from behind Wirt, and he jumped. He caught a fleeting look of Jazz’s thoroughly unsurprised face as he twisted to look at Danny. How long had he been standing there? “Jazz, uh, we should talk. Not here.”

“It might have to be here, Danny. Wirt’s Toby’s roommate.”

“Uh….” Chances were Danny was right and he didn’t actually need to be here for whatever the impending conversation was going to be. Chances were—

“Yeah, but does he even believe in ghosts?”

—it would just make him feel like the only sane person in the entire world. Which he knew was an exaggeration. It just felt like an appropriate exaggeration.

“What does that have to do with anything?” Wirt burst out. Seriously, was Danny as crazy as Jazz? Okay, he probably was, but still. This obsession with ghosts was weird, even considering their parents studied it. And it’s not like Toby was involved with drugs or something bad. It was just a drama club or something like that. Wirt was planning on going to see the play, whenever it was, once he got the date and time and place out of Toby. To support his roommate.

He was really thinking he shouldn’t ask Jazz to join him. Maybe not even Wendy.

“Shh. Library, remember?” Jazz said as Danny sat down next to Wirt.

“I hate this,” Wirt muttered. He didn’t mean it, but was it too much to ask to have a couple of normal friends? He had a few acquaintances from various classes, but no one he hung out with beyond Toby and Wendy and now Jazz.

…Greg was right. He really needed to get out more. He got stuck in his own little world too often to make friends easily, and he didn’t want to think what it said about him if the only people you were friends with tended to be remotely like-minded. Becoming friends with Toby had been inevitable, and it was through his association with Toby that he’d wound up friends with Wendy and Jazz—almost without realizing it.

Except that Wendy really hadn’t given him a choice in the matter.

And he was pretty sure he still counted it as friendship now even if their first few interactions had seemed more like he’d been coerced into it.

“That’s a no, isn’t it?” Danny asked, looking between Wirt and Jazz. He rolled his eyes and turned back to his sister. “Why do you, of all people, think this is a good idea? You were pretty much skeptic of the year when we were growing up until I, uh, until Phantom started showing up regularly.”

Jazz just crossed her arms and stared at her brother.

Wirt didn’t know what that meant, but obviously Danny did. “C’mon, Jazz. He’s not overshadowed. I checked. I don’t think he’s…involved.”

Involved? In what? And what did Danny mean by overshadowed? How the heck did he check for that, whatever it was? When did he check for that?

“And Toby?”

Jazz should not be treating this like a normal conversation. It was not a normal conversation.

Danny shook his head. “Not a ghost thing. The hammer, the armour, whatever it is. That’s…something else.”

“I’ll have to check with Wendy and see if she knows anything about it,” Jazz murmured. Wirt decided against telling her that Wendy also said she hadn’t known anything about a play. Mostly because he didn’t want her to phone and invite Wendy to this conversation when it would mean explaining everything to Jazz about how he’d acted and she’d psychoanalyze him or something. As if this weren’t bad enough.

“But the girl—Claire, I guess—has a staff. Not like Freakshow’s, so don’t panic, okay?”

Wirt didn’t want to ask. Well, he did, but he had a feeling he wouldn’t like the answer, so he thought it best to keep his mouth shut. Why would Danny panic about the prop Claire had been holding for Toby’s play? It was just a prop. And he didn’t even know them.

“I caught her using it. It makes portals, Jazz. Into or through the Ghost Zone. I didn’t follow them because I wasn’t sure I’d make it back and I still can’t do that, but….” Danny shrugged. “I could check with Frostbite and Clockwork. Frostbite might have heard of it. Clockwork would know, but he might not tell me.”

“Check with Dora, too, if Frostbite doesn’t know anything.”

Fine, now Wirt was tempted to ask. “What you mean by portals?” Jazz had told him about the Ghost Zone, but a staff that was capable of making portals to the afterlife or whatever didn’t make sense.

Of course, neither did the fact that an entire town had wound up there.

Wirt really wished that had been a joke newspaper, but—

“Doorways,” Danny said flatly. “Holes in the fabric of reality. Exactly what you’re picturing.”

He shouldn’t have asked.

“Um, why do you think the staff does that, exactly?”

Danny stared at him. “What part of ‘I caught her using it’ did you not understand? I saw it with my own eyes. She’s either skipping into the Ghost Zone whenever she wants—risking Walker’s wrath and whoever else’s—or she’s taking a shortcut through it somehow, like a condensed version of the Infi-Map that she can actually control.”

Okay, he was going to pretend this conversation wasn’t completely insane. “How do you know it’s connected to the Ghost Zone?”

He expected one of them to say something along the lines of ‘what other dimensions do you know?’ or something that would make it very clear that they figured the Ghost Zone was it. Instead, Danny said, “I just know.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“I can feel it, okay?”

He could—? “That’s even less of an answer!”

“No, it’s not, and keep your voice down. I am not about to be kicked out of my favourite library.” Wirt groaned but held his tongue as Jazz asked, “You’re sure it’s the staff and not something else?”

Danny nodded as if that were the most normal question in the world. “I don’t know how she got her hands on it, but yeah. If I can get some of Mom and Dad’s tech to Tuck, he might even be able to make something that’ll pick up on where she’s been using it. We could figure this out that way.”

Right. So now Danny and Jazz were completely convinced that Toby’s friend Claire was some dimension hopper. Like it was normal for people to jump through dimensions.

This definitely explained why all his friends kept bringing up the Unknown. They really didn’t think it was just a story. But he’d sound like an idiot if he changed his story now, right? He could at least wait until they brought it up again. He didn’t have to volunteer this information right away. Especially not when Jazz’s brother was around—because even if he would clearly believe it, he didn’t need to know everything.

“How did you get past me in the dorm?” Wirt asked.

For once, Danny looked uncomfortable. He rubbed the back of his neck and slouched. “I just sneaked out when you weren’t looking,” he mumbled.

“I was still standing in the hallway when you went into the bathroom,” Wirt said, “and then I went into the room and closed the door and you weren’t….”

“I’m…good at illusions?”

It wasn’t even a good lie.

“I ducked around you when you weren’t looking. I used to do it to Jazz all the time before she left for college. It’s not a big deal.”

Wirt expected Jazz to chime in with support, but she didn’t.

He swallowed and looked at her. “The truth’s gonna sound like a story, isn’t it?”

“A story for another time,” she said by way of agreement.

He would’ve preferred silence. What the heck was really going on here? What was Toby involved in? What was Danny not saying? If the Ghost Zone and the Unknown were somehow connected, and he definitely didn’t know if they were, and if Claire and Toby could access it, why would they need armour? The Unknown might’ve had one room schoolhouses and paddle steamers and stuff, but it wasn’t so far off their own time that anyone required medieval armour.

Not that Wirt actually knew if it was supposed to be medieval armour.

Not that he was completely abandoning the idea that Toby was really in a play, either. Because he certainly could be. That would make so much more sense than all of this. He couldn’t believe he was going along with this. He shouldn’t be. And yet even Wendy had said—

Something’s up. You know that, right? This isn’t a game.

You can’t ignore the truth forever.

“I don’t know if Wendy knows anything about Toby and Claire,” Wirt said slowly, “but she definitely knows something.”

This time, Jazz read something in Danny’s expression that Wirt missed and shook her head. “She’s not overshadowed. I’m confident in that much or I would’ve had you check her out, too.”

Wait.

Wirt pointed at Danny. “Is that why you wanted me to babysit him?”

“You weren’t babysitting,” Jazz said at the same time Danny exclaimed, “I don’t need a babysitter!”

“So you’re not denying that the entire reason you wanted me to hang out with him all day was so he could check me out for whatever this overshadowing thing is?”

“Wirt—”

“What did you even do?”

“Library,” Jazz hissed, and Wirt rolled his eyes.

“Just tell me the truth! Then I’ll be quiet.”

“You want the truth?” Danny asked. “When you aren’t even telling them the truth?”

“Seriously? Is there anyone you haven’t told about that stupid assignment?”

Jazz narrowed her eyes. “Yet you’re the one who keeps mentioning it, Wirt. Not me.”

Right. He’d walked into that, hadn’t he? Fine. “You want to pretend it’s not just an assignment? Then let’s pretend it’s not just assignment. Let’s pretend it’s real. I went to the Unknown with my brother. It’s another dimension. I faced demons and made friends and nearly died trying to get home. Your turn.”

Jazz’s expression didn’t change. Danny looked around, maybe to see if anyone was looking their way after his earlier outburst. Jazz’s favourite little nook was fairly secluded, but there were tables nearby, equally as hidden, and the seclusion was more artificial than anything else. Still, apparently they hadn’t disturbed anyone, since Danny was grinning when he faced Wirt again. “I’m the tragic victim of a lab accident,” he said. “Safety wasn’t exactly our parents’ highest priority, but like I said, it was an accident.”

Wirt raised his eyebrows. “So?”

“So that’s how I got past you earlier. And that’s how come I know you’re not overshadowed. And that Claire’s staff has ties to the Ghost Zone.”

Wirt glanced at Jazz, but her face betrayed nothing. Danny was a lot easier to read. He was having fun with this. There was a definite note of sarcasm in his tone. But he also looked perfectly sincere, even though Wirt had no idea how a lab accident was supposed to explain all that. “So you, what, burned yourself on a Bunsen burner? Accidentally smashed a couple of test tubes of chemicals and stepped on the glass? And that made you the annoying prankster you clearly are?” He could think of several more choice words to call Jazz’s brother, but it was safer to stick with Jazz’s words. If Toby really was wrapped up in something, Wirt didn’t intend to burn all his bridges before he could help his friend.

Jazz snorted.

Danny’s grin widened. “Not exactly,” he said.

And then he disappeared.

He just…disappeared.

Wirt was staring at him, and then he was just gone. He didn’t move. There was no distraction to catch Wirt’s attention while he ducked under the table or hid somewhere in the stacks. He was just there. And then he wasn’t. And this was a bloody library; it didn’t have mirrors or whatever else would’ve been needed to make an illusion. And Danny had pulled out the chair to sit down, so it wasn’t some kind of high-tech hologram, and—

“I’ll call Wendy,” Jazz said, “and warn her that we’re going to reconvene at our place. You can think of exactly what you’re going to say as we walk over.”

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peri-space-dorito · 4 years

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Things noticed so far about the Trolls 2 trailer and some speculations (Part 2) (SPOILERS)

I found the photo of the long ass legs girl:

Apparently her name is Legslie?

Something else I want to talk about briefly that might mean nothing but I still noticed:

This. This is obviously from their pinkie promise, or a pinkie promise somewhere, but also this scenery is different from that of which where the pinkie promise took place. So what’s going on here?

Also:

Obviously it’s not hard to predict that Barb ends up pretty successful in her attempts to get the strings of the other trolls, but here’s her getting the Classical Trolls’ string. I wonder what that is she’s breaking? A noodle? The conductor’s stick thing that I’m sure has a name but I have no clue what it is?

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After taking a brief look in the recents of the Dreamworks Trolls tag, I came across this:

Credit to @solidburnreturned

So? There’s this to think about? And I’m certainly not opposed, though getting over Broppy may be difficult, especially since it’s been all we’ve had to run on pertaining ships in canon, so this will be interesting if it’s actually true and not an edit

EDIT: lots of people are saying this is an edit! So, we can probably ignore it/disregard it!

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There’s also this:

Edit: I also just. Wanna say. How tf do these tiny mfs go that far. We all saw how big just the woods they live in is in the first movie in the scene where Chef sees them from a distance. how do they get that far. can they really do all that in a hot air balloon? what?

Not much to go over other than this kinda confirms the Techno trolls live in the water, but I just wanna point out that I absolutely love the fact that they’re fleshing out the universe and lore for trolls way more in this movie. We had to speculate so much before and we’re actually getting some answers now

Though, my next point, which might also just chalk up to plot convenience:

If the Techno Trolls are underwater, how is Barb breathing? Is that a thing Rock trolls can do? Is she just that hardcore? Or is there more to this?

And I also wanna say I really appreciate the diversity in the way the trolls look (not counting how similar rock and pop trolls appear)

Techno Trolls look like mer-trolls, Country Trolls are like centaurs, Classical trolls are like angels, Funk trolls are.. like.. alpacas? Llamas? I remember this being talked about at one point, at least the inspiration behind Cooper’s design, it might be on his wiki. Though, that just made me think of something - he said in the first movie his “uncle broke his neck tap dancing once.” Was he adopted, maybe? Or did his uncle look like him? Did a whole group of funk trolls join the pop trolls and maybe Cooper is the only one left alive or who hasn’t left?

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I would also like to add that, as @elceetheporcupine added in a reblog to part one, perhaps the rock trolls and pop trolls were the same tribe at one point? Though in the trailer, it showed all 6 “ancestors” contributing a string.. history can end up skewed, though, and that story is being told by King Peppy

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Edit (I’m sorry I keep thinking of stuff to add lol):

I wonder the significance of trolls like Tiny Diamond (Hip Hop troll) and the Smooth Jazz troll. What category do they fall under? Are they their own type of troll? Could they also be a key in the turning point of the movie, along with the Lyre?

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Part One

Please reblog this or take screenshots and share to different platforms! I haven’t seen anyone talking about this stuff and I know the fandom is kinda dead but!! Rise up!!! We got lots to talk about!!

Branch/general trolls theory

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poppibranchlover · 4 years

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Here’s my theory on why Branch is jealous and the cause of the presumed Broppy break-up.

Okay, so first we have this:

This is shortly after the Lonesome Flats escape scene and I think they might have landed on a bouncy canyon or something (since the canyons are made of blankets) before it propelled them to the water. After getting out of the water and drying their hair, the four Trolls continue their journey. But along the way, Hickory was talking to Poppy and it’s causing Branch to become jealous of all the attention from Poppy he’s getting.

Of course, Branch’s emotional state was getting out of hand when this happens. He was also in this type of way when Creek was with Poppy in the first movie. The more stressed he becomes, the more he gets suspicious of their bond.

Later, Poppy, Branch, Hickory and Biggie made a raft to go across the river. While there, the smooth Jazz Troll threatens Poppy, Branch and Biggie, leading to Hickory rescuing them since he’s the only one not affected by the brainwashing music.

After Hickory kicks Chaz into the river, Poppy realizes that he saved their life and gratefully thanked and praised him, causing Branch to become more upset. He would be very upset that he’s supposed to be the one protecting Poppy, but he wasn’t able to due to being caught under the Jazz spell earlier. He might just mumble something about Hickory that Poppy ends up hearing, and she’ll ask him why he wasn’t grateful for Hickory saving their life.

I think this is causing Biggie to be upset when overhearing that Poppy was having a fallout with her two friends at one point, and he’ll just leave the three of them, thinking Poppy broke her “pinkie promise” to him to protect everyone.

Now Branch wasn’t satisfied. Poppy tried to explain, but Branch was now like angry that she’s pushing him away throughout the entire mission. This is causing the two of them to argue, and eventually Branch tells Poppy that his stress bothers him that she is becoming close to Hickory because she’s supposed to stick with him. She shouldn’t have rely on someone else because he is there for her and because he loves her.

Poppy won’t hesitate to process what Branch just told her so they continue arguing until she understands what he is feeling right now. Not wanting to fight again, they end up going their separate ways, possibly during the Funk village scene as said in the art department schedule list.

But clearly, that was my opinion so far. I’m just concerned about how Poppy and Branch’s relationship was completely tearing up because that might make Broppy fans feel hurt. If I’m certain we all wait until the movie comes out, depending on where you guys live, I’m sure you are all able to find out about the situation and that would totally surprise you guys.

Feel free to add your thoughts and opinions and let me know everything you want to know how it goes. Remember, it’s just my opinion and theory. Let’s hope the real film explains a lot.

#dreamworks trolls #trolls world tour #poppy and branch #broppy #poppy #branch #biggie #hickory #my theory #theories on world tour #predictions for world tour #i hope this gets more than 10 notes #i hope you read and explain more here

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earthseaborealis · 4 years

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New Traditions and Worlds

My @homestuckss gift for @dykeiatrist ! I used “Davekat,” “Jane,” and “Hurt/Comfort” (with a bit of DirkJake) to create a cute little holiday fic! Hope you enjoy it :D Have a wonderful holiday season!!

Also on ao3 (@detective_in_space if the link doesn’t work!)

“Twas the week before Christmas,” Dave started before pausing, “Yo Rox, what’s somethin’ that rhymes with Christmas?”

“Ass? Wait, no, no that doesn’t work… Christmas…” Roxy muttered, “Okay so, like, the only thing I’ve got is Christmas, but you absolutely cannot rhyme ‘Christmas’ with ‘Christmas,’ right?”

“You’re definitely right,” Dave sighed as he scratched out the words in his notebook, “Dude, like absolutely nothin’ rhymes with Christmas words.”

Roxy moved over and rested their hand on his shoulder, “Karkat will appreciate the thought at least. Hey, there are other things than Christmas raps, like festive interpretive dances! Or Festive slam poetry?”

“Well, duh, it’s Karkat we’re talkin’ bout,” Dave laughed, but in his defense, it was true. Karkat would yell and insist that he hated Dave’s most ‘ironic’ gifts, but there was a certain fondness in his tone. Like it was just a whole elaborate game. The edges of Karkat’s eyes would wrinkle as his lips curled into a small grin. A small chuckle would escape, which Dave would obviously point out, and in response, Karkat would punch him (before wrapping him in a hug). Oh god, that was the best…

“Hey sleeping beauty,” Roxy interrupted, as they lightly hit the side of Dave’s head, “Did ya invite me over here just to fall asleep?”

“Nah dawg, I was just thinkin’ about the usual,” Dave brushed their hand aside.

“So,” Roxy drawled, “Karkat?” Roxy wiggled their eyebrows at Dave.

“No,” Dave exclaimed, “Fuck, I mean, no. Hey, do ya know any, like, traditions that people do for Christmas and all that jazz.” Now that was a smooth change of topics.

“Smooth like a baby’s bottom,” Roxy laughed, “But, nah. I didn’t even know Christmas was like a real thing… thought it was an urban myth or something.” Oh, right. Roxy lived in some highly-futuristic society that was enslaved by a fish bitch, but there was none of that oppressive dictatorship on Earth C. Trolls, Carpacians, Humans, and well, any other species were free to chill by the fire and enjoy whatever holiday they wanted. Now that, was what sweet, sweet democracy was about (preach Obama).

“Lit, lovin’ that we’re both oblivious of any cultural traditions… hey, you think one of the Crocker-Harley-English… berts... would know more about this? I’m feelin’ like they’d be all up in that shit,” Dave said, “Oh fuck, I’m so smart. That’s like totally their thing.”

After quickly picking up all his stuff and saying goodbye to Roxy, Dave picked up his phone and dialed Jane Crocker, the holiday expert, on his way home. Wait, oh fuck, what if she was busy? It’s not like he usually talked to her, so was it out of the question? Oh no, maybe he should’ve just texted John...

The phone picked up, “Hello, Jane Crocker speaking?”

“Oh… oh! Hey Jane, it’s Dave… ya know… Dirk’s cooler bro,” Dave started. He shoved his hands into his hoodie pocket and kicked a stray pebble on the sidewalk. Yes, he could be floating around, but exercise was important.

“Well, howdy there Dave. It’s been a while since we’ve talked, hasn’t it,” she chuckled, “Anyways, did you need anything?”

“So, like, Rox and I were talkin’ about Christmas and stuff… and well, we’re both dumb and have no idea what people actually do for it, so I thought you might be the expert on the subject? Because it totally seems like it’d be up your ally,” Dave rambled on.

“Well golly, I’m flattered. It’s been a while since I’ve actually celebrated the holiday, but of course, I’ll help you! Before the game, my father and I had so much fun celebrating… let’s see… Well, I’m sure you already know this, but we’d go out to a farm together and pick out a tree. I’d always search for the fattest tree, and my father would help me cut it down. And then we’d go get Hot Cocoa and pick out ornaments together, and well, oh sorry, I’ve gotten a bit off-topic, haven’t I,” Jane apologized.

“No, no! You’re literally the best… lemme just get a piece of paper to write this on,” Dave fumbled around his captchalogue, and pulled out an old notebook (of course, with Obama on the cover). “Okay cool, I got one, hit me with all that sweet, sweet info.”

“Alright… let’s see, what else… oh, well after we decorated the tree, we’d make and frost sugar cookies and cakes together. Oh! Karkat and you are welcome to come over together sometime and make cookies with me if you’d like,” Jane offered. Hell yeah, she was a literal legend. Roxy and Dirk had the best friends.

“Yeah, dog, we’d love to! I’ll hit you up with a date once Karkat checks the calendar. You know him and… schedulin’,” Dave said as he continued to write down Jane’s suggestions.

Jane chuckled, “Sounds good… and one more thing… My father and I would always put cheesy Christmas music on. That was the best… we’d make absolute fools out of ourselves, but it was so much fun. Literally, we’d just dance around and belt the lyrics… those we’re the days,” Jane’s voice started to crack… fuck… had Dave made her cry? “Sorry…” she continued, “I don’t mean to be so emotional. Oh lord, I’m sorry. I… I hope I helped you a bit, and just, feel free to come over whenever for cookies…”

“Fuck, no,” Dave searched his brain… what would Karkat say… “Sorry for bringin’ up those memories. I know it sucks and all. I’ll give you some time and just hit you up later.”

“Yes, that’d be great… see you later then,” Jane said as she hung up.

Well, shit, Dave had already made one person cry and it was only 11 a.m. Maybe Christmas was just an emotional time and stuff. Jane was cool, though, so he hoped that she was okay. Plus, she gave him some kickass advice, and he was so ready to get his holiday spirit on.

The rest of the walk to his place was boring. Dave tried to come up with some more sick raps for his Christmas album, featuring the new and improved version of “Jingle Bells.” The air was crisp and way too cold for Dave’s Texan roots (he blamed John for the freezing wind), so he was thankful when he finally reached the door.

“Yo, Karkat, I’m home, and I come with words of wisdom from the one and only Jane Crocker herself,” Dave announced as he closed the door behind him. He attempted to throw his coat and hang it up, but it fell clumsily to the floor. He shrugged it off and continued through the cozy lil’ condo, finding his way into the kitchen, where he found Karkat doing a load of laundry. Yes, the washing machine and dryer were in the kitchen… it was only the most ironic, British mom location for them. Dave, being the coolest man to ever exist, ran up to Karkat and hugged him from behind.

“Jesus fucking shit Dave! Are you trying to give me a blood pusher attack?” Karkat screeched as he jumped like fifty feet in the air (okay maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration, but it basically happened).

“Nah dude, you wouldn’t dare be all anime protagonist on me and faint. Like, imagine me runnin’ to cradle you in my arms while you murmur ‘I’m goin’ to have to kawaii the shit out of your desu.’ Literally, imagine that” Dave rambled.

Karkat groaned at this, “Stop spending time with Dirk. You’re turning into a shitty weeb Karkat said as he pushed Dave away.

“I can’t help it… it’s who I am,” Dave clutched yo his chest and fell to the ground, pulling the other boy down with him. Karkat’s words. The worst weapon of all.

“I’m going to go live with Kanaya and Rose,” Karkat grumbled, falling to the ground as dramatically as possible (making sure to land on Dave with as much force as possible).

“Like you’d do that,” Dave scoffed, “She’s worse than me. Plus, is you did, we couldn’t be all romantic and celebrate human holidays together. C’mon dude, we gotta act like a high school couple. Get all up in each other’s space and kiss under the mistletoe. Oh, speakin’ of that! I talked to Jane, who is literally the best, and she was like ‘oh Dave! Check out this super lit tradition I did back on the o.g. Earth. Like, you get to cut down a tree and decorate with the most ironic ornaments.’”

“Sound detrimental to the environment and a waste of time. What’s the point of celebrating a fucking tree,” Karkat asked.

“Dude, it’s a pine tree, which is superior to all other trees. Besides, it’s about family and friends. I mean, I never celebrated Christmas with Bro, but you can’t just diss Karen like that,” Dave said, using his best white mom voice.

“Fine whatever. I’ll celebrate your dumb human holiday, but I call picking out the decorations,” Karkat bargained as he stood up and dusted off his pants (getting rid of Dave’s germs).

“Hell yeah, deal! Get your coat on, we’re gonna get a tree and bring it in our house,” Dave exclaimed, quickly getting off the ground.

The boys quickly got ready and we’re out the door, hopping into their car. Dave has gotten it because well, basically of all Karkat and his friends could fly. He has listened to Karkat’s complaining enough and invested in an older, used minivan. And man, did he love the thing. Hey, maybe he’d become a car person after the holidays were over.

Dave was about to drive to the nearest park with a saw, but Karkat demanded that he call and ask Jane first. Jane recommended a small farm in the middle of nowhere, and with the use of a GPS, they eventually found their way there (after a few hours of trial and error).

“Jane said that fat trees were better, but honestly, I’m lovin’ this tall ass one right here. I mean look at it. It’s taller than the Empire State Buildin’… wait, is that still a thing? Like an Earth C Empire State Buildin’?” In Dave’s defense, it was a totally valid question. Like, did Earth C have the same seven wonders of the world? Who knew.

“Shut the fuck up. We’re here for a tree, not imperialism,” Karkat groaned, “And besides, our house isn’t big enough for that.”

“But Karkat, the economy,” Dave whined, “But like, what about this tiny one… it reminds me of you, short stacks.”

Karkat shoved him, “And the other reminds me of your flat ass.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment… since you're lookin’ at my ass and all,” Dave pulled down his Stiller shades and winked.

“Shut up, you fucking twink. Let’s just celebrate your weird human holidays and get the tree,” Karkat grumbled as he attempted to pick up the tree.

Dave doubled over laughing as he watched the 5’3 troll struggle, but once Karkat shot him an angry glare, he rushed over to aid him (with his huge muscles, of course). “Nice, I can feel it pokin’ me through my mittens. Ten out of ten would recommend.”

After endless trial and error, the pair managed to carry the tree to the register and on top of their car, a red minivan that Dave had picked out.

“So,” Karkat started, “We just put a tree in our block and decorate it? And then some creepy old man flies around the world and gives presents to children by putting them under the tree?” His eyebrows furrowed as he attempted to understand human traditions.

“Dude, I can’t even explain it. Humans can come up with some weird shit when they put their minds to it,” Dave laughed. The rest of the car ride consisted of Karkat rambling about trollian traditions. Their hands managed to find one another and rest comfortably on the center console (Dave, of course, kept one hand on the steering wheel at all times… hey, safety is important).

Their next stop was the local hardware store. It was owned by a sweet, older Carpacian. In all honesty, she reminded Dave of the Mayor… a kindred spirit whose goal in life was to just lead and help make others happy. She made the place seem like the opposite of a place to buy tools. The place was decorated with festive garlands and cheery music rang through the air. Dave waved at her as the pair walked towards the Christmas section.

“So,” Dave drawled, “What kind of ornaments are we lookin’ for? Personally, I wanna find a dick shaped one… for the memories of cockscotch. Bless that game.”

“This is a family store, dick-muncher! And we’re getting triple-f ornaments! Family fucking friendly!” Karkat screeched, marching ahead (but not before grabbing Dave’s hand and pulling him along).

“Fine, fine, I get it… gotta make our house grub friendly, for when John comes over,” Dave snickered as they walked the ornaments aisle. Who knew there were so many different variations in fucking decorations? You had some for your Karens, poor college students, newlyweds, too many to count. Karkat busied himself with the… glass ball? Well, whatever that kind of ornament was called.

“These are nice,” Karkat noted, showing Dave a set of jade glass baubles (haha, like Kanaya).

“But like, dude, they’re so borin’,” Dave whined, “We gotta spruce this tree up… get it? Spruce is a kind of tree.” Dave chuckled at his own dad joke. Shit, he was hilarious.

“Hey, I’m just trying to make this actually look nice. We’ll get other colors too, and “spruce” it up, as you say,” Karkat said as he went back to check out the boring ornaments. Dave, on the other hand, went to look at the children’s ornaments on the other side of the aisle. Most of them were new pop culture things that Dave didn’t recognize (God was he growing old). However, there were a few that grabbed his attention, and obviously, he was gonna have to show these to Karkat.

“Yo, dawg. Check out these cool little fuckers. They’ll make our tree look mads cool,” Dave opened his hands to reveal a bunch of little crab ornaments. They were cute and not boring glass balls. Plus, crabs were like Karkat’s thing… he’d definitely appreciate them.

“Crustaceans? Don’t you just know the way to my blood pusher,” Karkat rolled his eyes, “Just put them in the basket before I change my mind.”

Dave threw his fist in the air and gave Karkat a side hug, “Hell yeah, you won’t regret this. We gonna get so festive up in this joint. All the moms will be beggin’ to check out the coolest tree in the neighborhood, which if ya didn’t catch on, will be ours.”

“You got me. I’m only doing this to make Carol jealous. She fucking deserves it,” Karkat chuckled. Yes, Dave knew he was doing swell when he made Karkat laugh. If only he could give himself a, well earned, golden star.

“Dude yes, I fuckin’ hate Carol. C’mon, let’s get more lights. We gotta make this flashy and blow a fuse, speakin’ of which… do you know how to fix a broken fuse? Because I do not wanna call Dirk over to fix it for us. He’ll be like ‘Dave, I’m just tryin’ to celebrate the holidays with my darlin’ boyfriend… have I mentioned Jake’s ass? Damn, lemme just rant about that and never actually fix your broken utilities.’ Can you imagine the pain, Karkat,” Dave lamented? He loved his brother, don’t get him wrong, but he did not want to mess with Dirk this close to the holiday season.

“I can, actually. Remember what happened the week before Jake’s birthday? Dirk is batshit crazy, but he gets it from you,” Karkat smirked as Dave feigned an offended expression, “Now, can we stop talking about his love life and actually pick out some decorations?”

The pair still had one more destination before they could go home and relax, maybe even decorate the tree… but knowing themselves, they’d probably wait until Christmas Eve to put the new lights and ornaments up.

“Oh my goodness, I’m so glad you two could make it,” Jane said as she opened the door, “I’ve already got everything out, so all we have to do is bake and decorate cookies… and perhaps eat a bit of dough.” She ushered the two inside.

“Hell yeah, you’re the best Janey,” Dave said as the pair put away their coats and walked to the kitchen with Jane. Everything was so clean, especially when compared to their house. Karkat would always fuss about his habits, but Dave felt a sort of comfort in the messiness. So what if there were shirts thrown on the floor and an unorganized stack of papers on the kitchen table. It built… character.

“I’ve never had what you humans call ‘cookies,’ but thank you for having us,” Karkat added.

“Oh please, it’s no problem. I love baking, and I especially love helping people get into the holiday spirit,” Jane said. The trio fell into a simple routine once Jane showed them the recipe, helping the two boys when need be. Dave filled the silence by rambling under his breath about whatever he deemed important, while Karkat concentrated on making his cookies perfect.

“Hey look,” Dave exclaimed while holding up one of his doughy creations, “It’s a Karkat angel! A Kar-Angel… a Karkat Van-Angel!” His cookies were shaped into gingerbread men with nubby horns and an uncharacteristic smile.

“And I made a Dave-Cookie… oh wait, it’s just a blob of dough, my fucking bad,” Karkat retorted, going back to rolling out his dough.

It was a long process, but after a few hours, the boys had successfully made their first batch of Christmas sugar cookies. A few of the cookies weren’t burnt on the edges, but they were delicious nonetheless. Jane demanded that the pair take home their creations, as she didn’t have enough room in her cabinets for more holiday desserts.

“Goodness, thank you so much for coming over and making sugar cookies! I haven’t had this much fun since… well, it’s been a while. Feel free to come by and help me whenever you all would like,” Jane chirped.

“Of course, Janey,” Dave replied, “You best bet we’ll be back for some more goodies! Gotta get my housewife on. I can’t be accidentally poisoning Karkat with some undercooked cake.”

“You’ve poisoned me with every meal of your’s, except the Kraft Mac and Cheese, but only because Roxy helped you,” Karkat spat.

“Oh well, we certainly can’t have that. I’ll be seeing you both again soon then. Have a Merry Christmas and a wonderful new year!”

It was dark by the time they were home. Karkat and Dave both felt the sleepiness enter the body, as they kept yawning. It was too late to decorate the tree, so it was leaned against a corner. The pair immediately plopped down onto the couch and put on a holiday classic, Tim Allen’s “The Santa Clause,” which Dave argued was the best Christmas movie known to mankind, trollkind, and carpaciankind alike.

“Y’know, I never imagined that I would celebrate Christmas. Like, dude, that shit was mads uncool,” Dave said out of the blue, interrupting the beautiful sound of Tim Allen interacting with CGI reindeers and kidnapped children.

Karkat groaned, “Well, me either, yet here I am, celebrating a dumb holiday for dumb human grubs.” He was just trying to enjoy this wonderful holiday film, but with Dave, silence didn’t last long. In a way, it provided comfort to the pair. He knew that Dave absolutely hated the silence, as it reminded him of his Bro. For Karkat, Dave’s endless rambling allowed him to take his mind off of his worries. It was an odd relationship, one that had taken years to achieve, but here they were… they had made it, yet Karkat knew there were still shaky moments for the two of them. Like now, for example. The pair both would jump around certain barriers, trying desperately to aid one another, while still attempting to not dig too deep.

Dave rested his head upon Karkat’s thighs and snuggled into the pile of blankets, reminding him of their time on the meteor, “Y’know, I wouldn’t have this whole thing any other way. ‘M glad my first Christmas is with you, instead of Bro.” His words are slurred together and slightly muffled, and Karkat can’t help the stupid ass blush that creeps onto his face at the sound of them.

“Fuck that guy,” Karkat spits. After a moment, he starts again, this time with a gentler tone, “And it’s nice to have you here too, no matter how fucking dumb your endless rants may be.”

Dave could almost hear Dirk whispering “Tsundere” in his ear as he chuckled, “Awe, love you too, KitKat.” He sits back up, nearly smacking the top of his head into Karkat’s jaw. He looks away for a second, briefly hesitating, then leans in, closing the distance between the pair. It’s just a brief peck, but it leaves the two of them speechless. Dave looks at Karkat through his shades. A light brush coated his cheeks and his lips curled into a small grin.

Karkat pulls Dave into his side and looks towards the corner of the living room, where their small, fat tree is leaning against the wall. It was empty and in desperate need of attention (aka Crustacean ornaments). Filled with a sudden burst of energy, he paused the movie and stood up, pulling Dave with him, “Get off your lazy ass and get fucking festive. We have a tree to decorate.”

#hsss2019 #homestuckss #dykeiatrist #homestuck #pesterquest #hiveswap #karkat vantas #dave strider #davekat #jane crocker

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meshugana1 · 6 years

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I know it's kinda early for Halloween asks (by about 2 days until October) but here's a kinda Halloween themed ask for ya. It involves Kijo and though I kinda find her as my favourite I'll get to the point... It's Hallows' Eve and maybe for this one night a year Kijo could turn a nerdy 5 foot 11 guy with a 9 inch penis dressed up as a wizard or knight gets turned into a slutty short curvy goblin girl with big curves on the rear, hips, ass, breasts and lips.

There was a scream, then a crash. The knife tumbled into a patch of weeds, and the assailant ran. The boy and the woman dusted each other off and stood, alone in the park. “Good thing you came along when you did, Kid. That crazy guy was going to shiv me,” Kijo said. It wasn’t wholly uncommon. Her…particular brand of massage tended to make people a little miffed. She wasn’t unprepared for such encounters however, she was very well practiced in Karate. There were no belts when she finished her training, but she was far above red belt status. Still, she had to appreciate the humor in the situation. A betitted former customer holder her at knifepoint, then a brave young knight rescued her. “I’m sorry about your costume, you seemed to put in quite a bit of effort on it.” “It’s no problem at all, I mean I did but it’s okay. Honestly, I can’t believe I just did that. I’ve never done anything like that before. Just barreling into somebody? I guess the costume is rubbing off on me,” Melvin said. It was the time of year for escapism, for fantasies to run wild and for all reservations to disappear. Melvin certainly had a lot of them, but none involved actually stopping an assault in progress. He was barely an adult, barely out of high school, bullying and isolation still fresh in his mind. He loved Halloween, the one time of year he didn’t have to be himself. But even with that freedom, he still couldn’t bring himself to be who he really wanted to be. “I’m sorry, my problems ended up ruining your holiday,” Kijo said. “It’s ok, really! I was just planning on a dumb party. It would’ve been a disaster anyway, I’m not the party type, as I’m sure you can tell,” Melvin said. Kijo took a good look at the boy. Pasty, scrawny, comely enough. His plastic and foam knight armor was fragmented and broken beyond repair. But her eyes could see much more than that. Her profession afforded her countless opportunities to see the human form. There were few she wouldn’t call beautiful. This boy’s wasn’t all he seemed. His hips were more prominent than most his age, and it wasn’t from fat. That came from exercise, but the rest of his lithe body was forsaken in that regard. His waist was tiny, adherence to a strict diet. This boy had potential. “I don’t have much in the way of money, but I’d love to repay you. How about a massage?”

“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, I don’t need a reward or anything,” a stripped Melvin said. He wasn’t sure just how he’d let himself be dragged here. He hated it, but he had never been touched by a woman before. Too many nerves, too much self-doubt. But now he was half-naked and a woman was offering to touch him everywhere. His hands worked furiously to cover his pitched tent. “I want to, young man. I’m not in the habit of leaving debts unpaid. Besides, I have a good feeling that you’re going to find this to be transformative,” Kijo said. Her hands lathered in a very rarely used blend of lotions. Her red painted nail turned on a playlist of smooth jazz music. “Just relax, let me repay your kindness,” Kijo said. She placed her hands on his chest, gently guiding him to her table. The lights were low, candles were lit, and the music moved Melvin to Kijo’s rhythm.

Melvin’s breath was erratic and tense as Kijo’s hands tread along his skin. His eyes were pinched shut, a part of him terrified that this was all a dream and at any moment would become a nightmare. His hands still covered the front of his trousers, his aching cock harder than its ever been. But Kijo grabbed his arms, smiling. “Don’t worry, I’ve seen a barrel of pickles in my day kid.” She pulled the hands away, and a sound of true shock escaped her lips. “Goodness! I had no idea you were…well, so well endowed,” Kijo said. Melvin’s cheeks shifted to crimson. He didn’t hate his cock, but to him, it always seemed so out of place on his skinny frame. Kijo grabbed his pants, and in a single practiced motion tugged them free. Kijo smirked, Melvin seemed to prefer going commando in his costume. “This may warrant some special attention later,” she said. Melvin turned even redder, in more than one place. He had to keep his eyes closed, no matter what. This was already the closest to sex he had ever imagined he’d get. It didn’t help at all that the dress she wore was incredibly low cut and hugger her hips so tightly he could see the lining of her thong. As long as he kept his eyes closed, this wouldn’t end in humiliation and a stained dress.

Her hands were incredible, Melvin thought. So soft, so tender. They wandered over every inch of his body, save his cock. He indeed was grateful for this. He was always so nervous and filled with tension. As Kijo’s hands moved about him all that disappeared. He felt lighter, calmer, even somehow happier. Melvin lost all sense of time under Kijo’s care. For all he knew it was Christman time. She also worked his face and ears into a state of total relaxation. Then when she lowered her hands to his ass, and pressed her lips to his, he had no idea how he managed to hold back. “Almost done, but I think one more part of you needs a little attention,” Kijo said, breaking the kiss. Even as her hands slid down his sides they continued their manipulations. Kijo’s hand gripped Melvin’s puffed-up cock, then for the first time in his life, Melvin felt the moist tongue of a woman wrapped around his dick. Melvin gasped cutely, but he held his tongue. He wasn’t going to lose an opportunity like this. He wasn’t much for bragging, but he was still impressed that Kijo was able to take his full length into her mouth. The pleasure he felt was so intense he could feel it tingle in his fingertips. He began to squirm on the table, his movements feeling different that he thought they should. He dragged in some places where he shouldn’t have, and didn’t even touch the table in others. But the mouth working his cock begged all his attention and he gripped the table with arms shorter than he remembered as a thunderous climax began growing inside him.

Kijo continued to sink down on Melvin’s cock. Each drag felt shorter and shorter to Melvin, but the nuke of pleasure descending inside him was obliterating his senses. Then his mind and body went over the edge when he felt Kijo’s tongue penetrate his body. His back arched and his eyes flew open, only to be obscured by silver hairs. His scream of ecstasy was high and unquestioningly adorable. “OH MY GOD!!” Melvin screamed. He panted, finally feeling more weight on his chest than ever before. Kijo lifted her head and licked the sweet nectar from her lips. “Not bad, a little outside my usual tastes, but it is the season after all. Would you like to see?” Kijo said. Melvin rubbed his throat as Kijo washed her hands and fetched an ornate hand mirror and handed it to him. Melvin reached out and saw his hand through silver strands, his green-skinned hand. He lunged for the mirror, upsetting his seat on the table. His motion tumbled him off, and he fell a foot further than he was used to. He landed on his hands and knees, and an enormous weight on his chest pulled him further to the ground. He saw breasts dangling from his chest, pale green tits, big ones. He looked up and met the mirror, and the face inside.

He was beautiful. Really beautiful. He had a cute, sexy face with pointed ears. His teeth were a little bit sharper, and jutted from the bottom of his mouth. His hair was long enough to brush his shoulders, but wild and unkempt. He abandoned the mirror and explored himself. His hips were outrageous, his waist was tiny, and he was so short he was barely above Kijo’s belt line. His fingernails were short but pointed. Somehow, he became some kind of orc, or a troll or— “A goblin, in case you were wondering.” “What?” Melvin said. “A goblin, I turned you into a goblin-girl. You’re welcome.” “But, I didn’t ask for this.” “Most people don’t. But it was because of me your costume was ruined, so I gave you another one.” “But—” “Listen, I have been a masseuse a long time. And you aren’t the first person to have a wild time under my care. I could tell there was something in you, even if you didn’t know it yet. But I think you do. I’m a good judge of character after all. Now you can go to that party of yours and really live it up for the first time in your life. And when you’re finished, just come back to the parlor and I’ll fix your ears and your teeth and that lovely skin of yours. I’ll even turn you back into a boy, if that’s what you really want, of course.” Melvin grabbed the mirror again and looked at his face. It was nothing like his old one. It didn’t have his acne, or the scar from his boy-scout days by his chin. He didn’t need his glasses to see anymore, and everything was cute looking. But as he looked, all he could see was him. Rubbing a solitary tear from his eye, he said: “I’d like that very much, thank you.” He tried to embrace Kijo, but his chest made that a problem. They separated and shared a friendly chuckle. Kijo located a uniform that a former new employ had…damaged after an argument with the Madam. It was in tatters, but Melvin said that the tattered look helped fit the primitive motif. Kijo waved as Melvina made her way into the world, strutting her hips as she always practiced in secret.

The End. Hope Y’all like it!

#Halloween #male to female #MTF #extraspecies tf #goblin tf #breast expansion #ass expansion #request #Kijo

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Darling, please... (Diamonds Droog x reader)

You stand in your bar; well. Slick’s bar. Of course, you were the bartender. All you really did was monitor the patrons, and mix drinks for them while nice jazz flitted through the room. It was pretty peaceful for a club. Mainly older gentleman showed up here. They’d usually group up with others and discuss thing over a simple Bourbon glass or Whiskey on the rocks. Woman usually ask for Margaritas and Long Island teas.

Your eyes shifted from a group of men chatting away at the pool table. The four owners of this establishment were huddled together around a felt table, playing a good old game of poker. Of the four owners you only answered to one; Droog. Droog was the owner of the drinking aspect of the club, so in turn he was your boss. You smiled when you saw him shift to look your way. He set his cigarette down and motioned with his fingers; one index finger and then both his index and middle fingers. He always orders his drinks like this. The first motion meant he wanted red wine, and the second meant he wanted you to join him in drinking. You reach down and pull up two wine glasses and fill it with Malbec. You step out of the booth before making your way to his seat.

“Your order?” You hand him his drink as you sit on his armrest. His arm goes around your waist upon arrival. “Yes, thank you.” He clicks his tongue. “I want your opinion, Darling.” He squeezes twice, he wants me to lie. “Should i fold?” The other owners snicker thinking they may have the upper hand. He shows his cards openly to you. An Ace, King, Queen, Jack, and ten of diamonds. ‘Royal flush...’ You feign a pout and give a worried glance at him. “Honey, too save your pride you might have too. You only have a pair...” You pretend you meant to whisper that last part but made sure they heard it. Slick guffaws at the thought of droog not winning. “True,” He pouts. “I may need to fold...”

Slick cuts in in his gruff voice. “Droog, Let’s just put in all or nothing on this one so we can end this game. Or are you chicken?” Slick laughs as Droogs lips turn to a snarl. Droog smirks as he pushes his chips to the center with the rest of them. Clubs deuce puts down his cards first showing a single pair. Hearts boxcars doesn’t have anything, poor guy. Slick proudly slams down his which surprisingly enough is a full house. However, the real winner is shown, as droog shows the rest his card selection. Slick growls and throws one of his usual fits. “Dammit Droog, you got the dame to lie. Didn’t you?” Slick stalks off, probably to go throw knifes at the dart board in the lounge, while the others go off to complete their daily work. Droog sits smugly in his chair still, as he moves you off the armrest and into his lap. His head nestles itself into your neck as he purrs into your ear. “Thanks for lying for me, Darling. I needed that.”

“Anytime, Daddy.” He chuckles as you use the nickname. You had started calling him that when he had brought over Aradia on her spring break. Aradia, His adopted troll daughter, had said it to him and you have been teasing about it since. Droog teased your neck gently, trailing his teeth across your jugular as you huffed at the contact. His hands pulled you to straddle his lap as he leaned back in his chair. He gave a pleased smile as he grabbed another cigarette from his coat pocket. You looked back at the table and reached over for his lighter, flipping it open before igniting it. He leaned in, letting you light the tobacco stick. He hummed in approval.

“Thanks.” He eyed you a second, debating on something. “how about you keep me company for a while, how’s that sound?” His thumbs rubbed circle on your thighs as he winked playfully at you. You smirked, as if thinking. “I don’t know there’s alot of work to do...” You danced your fingers up his sides and across his chest before settling your arms around his neck. “But, i think i can spare a few moments for you, sugar.” You winked with a coy smile. He hummed and rubbed your hips gently. “Well, that’s good. Good thing it’s been a slow night.” He leaned in to whisper in your ear. You bit your bottom lip teasingly. His fingers rubbed smooth circle over your back as you leaned onto him. Your head nuzzling into the crook of his neck and shoulder with a sigh.

“Sometimes, darling. I’m happy to have a friend like you.” Droog smiled genuinely as you kissed under his jaw. “umhm. I know.” You nibbled playfully at his carapace shell. “Now be a good pillow and stay put.” He chuckled at your wording as his hands smoothed over your dress. “Of course, Darling.” You closed your eyes, and relaxed against him. You often slept with droog like this. Though, he’d always take you to his room to snooze properly. This also wasn’t the first time this happened, and frankly habits like this are hard to break. Though you doubt you’d change it. especially when droog trusts you enough to even get so close to him.

Once you fell asleep, droog put out his cigarette and picked you up gently. “Come on darling. Let’s get you to bed...” He picked you up carefully and stood. To him you were light as a feather. Though that could be because of numerous things. He adjusted his hold, carrying you bridal style up the stairs and into a room with a nice red diamond on the door. Flipping on the light switch, he placed you gingerly on the bed. tucking you into it. ‘I guess i am like a dad...’ He inwardly groaned as he look at you. He sighed as he sat down next to your form. His fingers tossing back a gentle strand of hair away from your face. “If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.” He whispered with a yawn. He got up and strolled to the switch, cutting off the light before kicking off his shoes and taking off his belt. His suit jacket was next to join them and he loosened his tie. Another yawn raked through his body before he shuffled in after you.

He curled up next to you, a leg and arm tossed protectively over your smaller frame. You instinctively cuddled into his chest with ease. One of his hands knots itself into your hair as he brushes the strands with ease. ‘Adorable...’ He hums to himself. “I love you darling.” He pecks the top of your brow with a smile.

“I know...”

“Darling, please... we’ve talked about this...”

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Jimmy Buckets – Observations from Sixers 113, Jazz 107

Jimmy Butler’s home debut did not disappoint.

Hell of a game last night, featuring a jacked-up crowd, big buckets from both squads, and a nice 4th quarter turnaround for your team, your town, your 76ers.

It looked like they were headed for another disappointing collapse after opening with a 14-point 1st quarter lead, but Brett Brown’s team executed when it mattered, going on a 8-2 run over the final two minutes to claim a six-point win.

Jimmy Butler scored on a key sideline out of bounds play to put the game away. Ben Simmons, who did not have his best night, got a tough bucket at the rim just one possession prior.

Let’s start with that, because there was a point in the third quarter where Simmons had a line of 6 points, 6 rebounds, and 6 assists, aka 666, the number of the beast. He’s been a little slow to figure out how to connect the dots as the point guard with Butler now in the starting lineup.

Simmons turned the ball over at the 1:45 mark in the 4th quarter with a lazy pass as Ricky Rubio overplayed a JJ Redick dribble-handoff. Jae Crowder was able to get a layup to fall on the other end to put the Jazz up two. Rubio tried the same overplay on the next possession, but fouled Redick and the Sixers tied the game on a pair of foul shots.

Even after the sloppy execution, Brown showed trust by going to Simmons again on the very next possession, bringing Redick off the baseline as a screener and resulting in this:

Ben Simmons hitting a clutch shot over Donovan Mitchell? You can’t write a more fitting script.

The Sixers came back down the floor and tried the very same set on the next possession, that sort of inverted pick and roll with Redick setting the screen, and Utah was able to knock the ball out of bounds.

That setup a sideline out of bounds play where Simmons was able to find Butler at the rack for the basket that would put the game away:

Just great stuff there, a bang-bang play for a guy who had only been with the team for 72 hours. You can see Embiid doesn’t screen for Butler but comes across the arc towards Redick instead.

Here’s what Ben Simmons said about his connection with Butler on that play:

“He knows how to play the game at a high level, his IQ is very high. He’s the kind of guy where, the inbounds play where I threw it to him, that was going to happen before I even threw it, just because I looked at him. Some guys you can just look at and you already know what’s going to happen before it happens.”

Great quote. Here’s Butler on the same play:

“I tell him before every game, I think I’m a wide receiver. So if you throw the ball up in the air, I’ll probably Antonio Brown it. Except I won’t take off running with the ball cause it’s a travel. But I’ll definitely catch it and he gave me one of those (looks) and put the ball in there.”

Nice to see chemistry between two guys playing just their second game together.

Butler finished with a team-high 28 points while adding 7 rebounds and 3 assists. He shot an incredible 80% on the evening, hitting 12 of 15 field goals and 2 of 3 three pointers. He was 2 for 5 from the foul line.

He looked more assertive out there, for sure, and Brett Brown said he could have even tried more shots.

“I actually thought he could’ve, if he chose too, shot about seven or six more shots,” the head coach said. “You know, we put him in some stuff and you could see, like he’s trying to walk that line of taking control and being proactive versus passing the ball and getting other people involved. I can only imagine the interesting dynamic he feels coming to Philadelphia and playing in front of a Philadelphia crowd for the first time.”

Yep, they did “put him in some stuff.” They tried that three-man flare and double screen again, which was used in Orlando on Wednesday. They used him in an “elbow” look with Amir Johnson before halftime, which is the bread and butter Redick and Joel Embiid handoff play. They got him on the SLOB bucket at the end of the game.

It was a message Butler heard from his new head coach:

“I came out gunning, I can tell you that. They just told me to be me. Coach Brown called me last night, like, ‘Hey, I remember one time you were in this building and you scored 50,’ and he was like, ‘Do that.’ I was like, ‘OK.’ Then when we got in the little walkthrough this morning, he was like, ‘You remember what I told you?’ I go, ‘Yep.’ ‘Do that.’ And I was like, ‘OK.’ So I came out a little more aggressive.”

High-quality home debut from Jimmy Butler. That’s why you made the trade for him, for big buckets against good teams.

Markelle’s new form

Playing his second-consecutive game as the second unit point guard, Markelle Fultz finished with six points, three rebounds, and two assists in about 15 minutes of play.

He nailed a smooth-looking foul line jumper to start things off, and when he got to the foul line for the first time, we saw a new routine:

Fultz doing his little shimmy….it drives the ladies wild here in Philadelphia! pic.twitter.com/Up41iQuKFv

— CogginToboggan (@CogginToboggan) November 17, 2018

That shot went in. The next one didn’t.

He hit two of four free throws on the night and it still looks like he’s really over-thinking his mechanics when he gets there.

The hot potato routine looks funky, and Crowder gave a reaction that I think a lot of us in the crowd gave:

Jae Crowder trolling Fultz’s new free throw routine. pic.twitter.com/Nwqs93Xwe7

— House of Highlights (@HoHighlights) November 17, 2018

Markelle also had a couple of “big boy” moments with Donovan Mitchell getting up in his grill in the early part of the second quarter. There was a touch of shakiness there, but I didn’t think he looked overmatched or out of his depth, I think Mitchell just did a nice job of disrupting the offensive flow with some aggressive perimeter play against Fultz. It reminded me of the first game of last season, when Patrick Beverly was playing super-tight on Lonzo Ball as a “Welcome to the NBA” type of thing.

We’ll see if Markelle gets to the line tonight and does the same thing with his shot.

Joel’s hand and minutes

23 and 7 for Joel last night in just 26 minutes of play.

He was sidelined for the entirety of the third quarter due to foul trouble and also banged his hand again, the same one was giving him issues during the early part of last season. After the game, he said the hand was swollen but affirmed he would play tonight in Charlotte.

“It goes back to the game against the Suns last year in Phoenix,” Embiid said. “I dealt with that, but it’s been on and off. But we take care of it, I get treatment every day to make sure that the swelling (doesn’t) come back. But at the beginning of the game today, it was pretty bad, especially for the rest of the game.”

Hmm, really? That was a long time ago.. How could he still be dealing with a hand issue that first popped up 11 months ago?

Anyway, here’s Brett Brown’s thinking on keeping Embiid out the entirety of the third quarter:

“It comes with pain, I will tell you that. I have learned that you’re not going to lose a game in the third period, I don’t believe. If the game starts to sail out, I can revisit it. My intention the whole period was I hope I can sit him the whole period. We talked about (him) maybe coming in toward the end of the third, and I think it’s overrated. I think if he gets a quick foul, I’m back to where I started so we just needed to buy time.”

I can understand that. The other side of the coin is trusting your guy to play a disciplined game and keep himself out of trouble. Embiid took a technical after arguing a call earlier in the game, so maybe Brown was thinking that it was just safer to keep Joel on the bench until he really needed him.

Other notes:

There was a basket interference call in the first half that drew intense boos and a wild reaction from Brett Brown. The ball is not sitting on the rim in this still shot:

Furkan Korkmaz was the victim of a horrible foul call in the 1st quarter, when he basically just put his arms straight up in the air and got whistled anyway. It was a ghastly call.

Amir Johnson made two three pointers last night and finished with 11 and 5, but he was still a -12 on the night. Mike Muscala went for 9 and 4 and was a -7. I still feel like backup big is an issue on this team, and the lineups with both of those guys on the floor seem to have trouble scoring the basketball.

The Sixers only shot 62.5% from the foul line last night. They really could have helped themselves by getting that number up. They are hitting at 77% this season, so last night was a pretty dreadful performance in that department.

And last, but not least, Jimmy taking a shot at Andrew Wiggins and Karl-Anthony Towns in his post game interview with Serena Winters:

Jimmy G Buckets never misses a chance to take a shot pic.twitter.com/sWdNHvaZlZ

— The Crossover (@TheCrossover) November 17, 2018

Enjoy your weekend.

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AURYHN: -it's a BEAUTIFUL MORNING. of course, every morning on avalon is beautiful if you ask auryhn, but skaia is nice too... he decides to spend this time with kavi, dropping in at his apartment to invite him out for brunch.-

AURYHN: -KNOCK KNOCK on kavi's door.-

KAVI: =Finally his board charged up enough to get him home.... yeah he could walk but who the fuck even WALKED anymore. Bums without hoverboards is who. His watch vibrates with an alert someone knocking on his door. Tapping at the interface he sees it's Auryhn... Yay! Wait. SHIT. Some more watch tapping and he patches himself through his home audio and pulls up his wind resistent mouth piece.= who is it? =Sing-songy like he already knows. PCHOOOOOS back home=

AURYHN: -grins, completely UNAWARE of the situation.- It's me~! ~}==> -replies just as cheesily.-

KAVI: =bless his soul= ooh hi Me, i don't know any Mes but since this Me sounds strapping and attractive how can i not let them into my home? be right there =Disconnects and descends=

KAVI: =He could slow down.... but that's for wimps. Taps more at his watch to open his balcony doors. Capchas the board, action rolls in and jogs across the room to open the door. Leaning there heavily, panting lightly= hello lover ;)

AURYHN: -still wearing that dorky smitten grin of his.- Good morning, deerheart! ~}==>

AURYHN: You look-- -pauses to actually inspect him.- Winded? ~}==>

KAVI: =Deerheart.... what a nerd. Leans up to kiss his cheek= lol... windswept maybe =Don't mind the bags... which he knows he has so he shrugs=

KAVI: uh, yknow... long night

AURYHN: -frowns sympathetically- I see... Then you haven't slept? ~}==> -he spots those bags.-

KAVI: =Mmm, it's tempting to lie but that's not really useful to anyone. He just casts a glance down the hallway. Casual like= nnnnot in the traditional sense

KAVI: but i'm still good, just not tired

AURYHN: So it's a matter of restlessness ~}==> -he concludes, and then considers this.-

AURYHN: Very well! Then we have no choice but to find methods of relaxing you! ~}==> -he's decided this is his project for today and carefully turns kavi around to march him back inside his apartment.-

KAVI: =Waffles and hashbrowns though... not that he was aware of the plans he's just glad to spend time with Auryhn= lol yeah we can if you want

KAVI: =is marched back in-- oops he left the balcony doors open... Boop boop beep on the watch and closes them= i'm ready to be soothed by your smooth jazz stylings babe

KAVI: take me away like i'm Natasha Bedingfield, minus all the stoners planting labels on my lyrics. it's not weed guys, calm down

AURYHN: -eyeballs the balcony doors as he catches a glimpse of them closing. hmm... suspicious... but he won't worry about it too much for now, plopping kavi down onto his couch and immediately giving his shoulders a rub.- Jazz, hmm? That's an excellent idea... Let's put on some soothing music! That always helps me ~}==> -of course, soothing music for him is heavy metal-

KAVI: =Mmm the rubs. Bless these strong troll man hands. Grinning because... yes... he knows this= are you going to sing me to sleep on a bitchin guitar riff, Pegasus?

AURYHN: I could if you wanted me to! ~}==> -grins, leans in to kiss his cheek-

AURYHN: However, I have a feeling that would only excite you more ~}==> -chuckles, releasing his grip on kavi's shoulders to produce his comm, hooking up a little speaker to it before he settles on a playlist. some jazzy chill beats he thinks kavi will like. it's relaxing... but romantic too. a win-win for everybody.-

KAVI: =huffs a soft laugh= excite is a word they use for it, sure

KAVI: =This musical choice is good though, he does love his slow jams and tbh the saxophone is one of the sexiest instruments? Was Auryhn behind him or next to him? Either way there's arms in his direction. Let the cuddles commence tho=

AURYHN: -yes, good, he's leaning back against the couch with kavi wrapped up tight in his arms. he allows for quiet to prolong between them so the music can fill the air and their senses. but after a moment, he speaks again, softly.-

AURYHN: Tell me... Is there something on your mind that's keeping you awake? ~}==>

KAVI: =Yesss. He's still not really tired. Mentally at least but his body is a tad peeved with him riding around for most of the night. Legs especially. They're kind of flipping him off. So he's snug against Auryhn-tiddy just listening to he music and jamming lazily with small bobs of the head or hums to repeat chords . Honing in whenever Auryhn speaks though=

KAVI: mmmn. kinda, maybe i guess.

KAVI: it's never really... a thing, like, it might start out that way but then it's like fuckin rabbits in all manners of speaking

AURYHN: Ah, yes... I can relate to an escalation like that ~}==>

AURYHN: Surely there's a root issue we can focus on and work from there... Or perhaps we could focus on any thought at all! I only know that burning off energy is only so successful when battling your inner demons ~}==>

KAVI: gets you ripped as fuck though =rubs Auryhn's chest and tum, pat pat pat pat=

KAVI: choice

KAVI: .... but uh, i guess still thinkin about dem bois. especially with shit having hit the fan.... Colt seems

KAVI: fine? maybe. i mean, he was eating bones so probably not, not that i'm one to judge someone's bone intake

KAVI: Joel... idk, haven't heard from him.... not that i messaged him. which is helpful

KAVI: so. just makes me wonder, if i'm doing this shit right i guess =traces lines over his stomach=

AURYHN: Surely your brothers know how deeply you care about them... ~}==> -rubs at his shoulder-

AURYHN: This feud is their own, and it is their responsibility to rectify whatever has driven them to such extremes... Though, I can't say I know exactly what's going on between them! ~}==>

AURYHN: But I know plenty about sibling rivalry... Slepna and I rarely see eye-to-eye, but there is a bond much stronger between us that no disagreement can break ~}==>

AURYHN: It's the same for them, and the same for you... I believe they'll work it out! And if they require your help in doing so, they will seek it ~}==>

AURYHN: I do not doubt you've made yourself available to them... However, if you're worried, I don't think it would hurt to simply check in on them ~}==>

KAVI: ... i did talk to Joel, and i mean that's me reaching out i guess and it went about as i guessed it would....

KAVI: still that was like. a day before everything fucking happened

KAVI: "maybe" is a shitty word but hey, maybe if i cracked less jokes and tried to get serious and talk to them

KAVI: if you and Slepna hypothetically had your heads up your respective asses then wouldn't, you want someone there with a crowbar to assist in dislodging?

AURYHN: Ah... Well... Perhaps not ~}==> -chuckles-

AURYHN: We are both very stubborn and prideful, as you know! This does seem to be the case with Colt and Joel as well ~}==>

AURYHN: Still, approaching it more seriously might help! If they see how it effects more than just themselves... It could give them some perspective ~}==>

KAVI: =snorts softly= yeah i'm pretty aware :P

KAVI: ...guess that means i shouldn't give 'em the other end of the crowbar then..... they've probably been through enough... maybe let it. calm down

KAVI: =And not do anything haha..=

AURYHN: At the very least, allow yourself to calm down... I hate to see you out of sorts because of it ~}==>

AURYHN: You're a good brother, Kavi... There's no need to feel so responsible for them ~}==> -presses a kiss to his head-

KAVI: =Exhales softly and nuzzles into him. He felt a bit like less than a good brother what with all the secrets, how long it took and had taken him to be bit more open around his siblings about actual things.=

KAVI: thanks, i'll try... =sighs...... inahles and sighs harder.... sits up on the sofa to gently headlock Auryhn and flops over his lap to drag him down to cuddle. SIGHS LOUDLY AND DRAMATICALLY.= alright that's more than enough about me, tell me how my Champion's doing. also you too,how are both my babies?

AURYHN: -OOF, he chuckles, reclining further and wrestling him into snuggles.- We're in tip top health, as usual! ~}==>

AURYHN: There's been an awful lot of funny business happening around Avalon... Not that this is terribly unusual, but there have been some disappearances... ~}==> -frowns-

AURYHN: We're doing what we can, but it's been a challenge to find any leads regarding their whereabouts ~}==>

KAVI: =Good. This is his now, has a loose hold on him and plays with the ponytail. Pulls a face=

KAVI: that's super not great... yikes

KAVI: is it town disappearances or is this diving into the unknown junglescape where nothing makes sense and is super, incredibly not fantastic at all?

AURYHN: Well... It is likely they are connected to the paranormal phenomenon of the forest ~}==>

AURYHN: In fact, it seems very likely they were just spirited away! But I'm certain there is still a way we can rescue them ~}==>

KAVI: yeah it's definitely not great. just careful while you're out there, kay? =He loves the heroic aspect of Auryhn's personality but it could also get him into some dangerous fuckin happenings. Avalon isn't the most dangerous place sans for the forest.... and since this probably involved that he's worried=

KAVI: don't go around sayin shit like "wow, can't believe my retirement is today" or "man this has been such a good day, what could possibly go wrong?"

KAVI: also "i love living and being alive" =puts hand over his mouth briefly= also "oh HUN i'll never disappear" then you do your signature brawny laugh and give me a dorky grin and i look into the camera and scream on the inside

AURYHN: BUT I DO LOVE LIVING AND BEING ALIVE! I HAVE TO SAY IT LOUD AND PROUD! ~}==> -GUFFAW-

AURYHN: I understand your concerns... And believe me, the last thing I want to do is endanger myself! I'm no help to anyone dead ~}==> -says reassuringly-

KAVI: =Babe please, he snickers and rubs Auryhn's face=

KAVI: truuueeeee =Smooches that face=

KAVI: who else am i going to imagine when i'm feeling my inner Bonnie and start holding out for a hero?

AURYHN: I can hardly imagine anyone else who quite fits the bill! ~}==> -FLEXES and also returns the smooch.-

KAVI: =:eyes: flex and touches. Yessssss. Still Kavi puts on a coy smile, casually pawing Auryhn's muscles= i can think of a guy KAVI: he's the strong, strapping type

AURYHN: -gasps- Oh really? Who? ~}==> -WHO IS THE OTHER DOG. he will fight him.-

KAVI: yeah man, maybe you've seen him =gently undoes that ponytail and combs his fingers through Auryhn's hair= he's enthusastic, a good dude

KAVI: great ass which is essential to heroism

KAVI: goes by the moniker A-a-ron

KAVI: there's been a distinctive lack of spandex but an influx of deep-vs which i appreciate greatly

#decastichAmazifier #aurulenthuntsman #in which auryhn tries to help kavi with his brother problems #THIS IS OLD AS BALLS FUCK ME

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Jimmy Buckets – Observations from Sixers 113, Jazz 107

Jimmy Butler’s home debut did not disappoint.

Hell of a game last night, featuring a jacked-up crowd, big buckets from both squads, and a nice 4th quarter turnaround for your team, your town, your 76ers.

Jimmy Butler scored on a key sideline out of bounds play to put the game away. Ben Simmons, who did not have his best night, got a tough bucket at the rim just one possession prior.

Even after the sloppy execution, Brown showed trust by going to Simmons again on the very next possession, bringing Redick off the baseline as a screener and resulting in this:

Ben Simmons hitting a clutch shot over Donovan Mitchell? You can’t write a more fitting script.

That setup a sideline out of bounds play where Simmons was able to find Butler at the rack for the basket that would put the game away:

Just great stuff there, a bang-bang play for a guy who had only been with the team for 72 hours. You can see Embiid doesn’t screen for Butler but comes across the arc towards Redick instead.

Here’s what Ben Simmons said about his connection with Butler on that play:

Great quote. Here’s Butler on the same play:

Nice to see chemistry between two guys playing just their second game together.

He looked more assertive out there, for sure, and Brett Brown said he could have even tried more shots.

It was a message Butler heard from his new head coach:

High-quality home debut from Jimmy Butler. That’s why you made the trade for him, for big buckets against good teams.

Markelle’s new form

Playing his second-consecutive game as the second unit point guard, Markelle Fultz finished with six points, three rebounds, and two assists in about 15 minutes of play.

He nailed a smooth-looking foul line jumper to start things off, and when he got to the foul line for the first time, we saw a new routine:

Fultz doing his little shimmy….it drives the ladies wild here in Philadelphia! pic.twitter.com/Up41iQuKFv

— CogginToboggan (@CogginToboggan) November 17, 2018

That shot went in. The next one didn’t.

He hit two of four free throws on the night and it still looks like he’s really over-thinking his mechanics when he gets there.

The hot potato routine looks funky, and Crowder gave a reaction that I think a lot of us in the crowd gave:

Jae Crowder trolling Fultz’s new free throw routine. pic.twitter.com/Nwqs93Xwe7

— House of Highlights (@HoHighlights) November 17, 2018

We’ll see if Markelle gets to the line tonight and does the same thing with his shot.

Joel’s hand and minutes

23 and 7 for Joel last night in just 26 minutes of play.

Hmm, really? That was a long time ago.. How could he still be dealing with a hand issue that first popped up 11 months ago?

Anyway, here’s Brett Brown’s thinking on keeping Embiid out the entirety of the third quarter:

Other notes:

There was a basket interference call in the first half that drew intense boos and a wild reaction from Brett Brown. The ball is not sitting on the rim in this still shot:

Furkan Korkmaz was the victim of a horrible foul call in the 1st quarter, when he basically just put his arms straight up in the air and got whistled anyway. It was a ghastly call.

And last, but not least, Jimmy taking a shot at Andrew Wiggins and Karl-Anthony Towns in his post game interview with Serena Winters:

Jimmy G Buckets never misses a chance to take a shot pic.twitter.com/sWdNHvaZlZ

— The Crossover (@TheCrossover) November 17, 2018

Enjoy your weekend.

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