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burgycreeper405-blog · 4 months

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DawnDory am i right chat? ⚰️

young Delta design inspired or based off of this art by @/telinks.art on Instagram

a funky little hc cuz yes

i like to hc that when JD came back to the tree, he went gray for a while and since he doesn't have Rhonda yet, he just walked aimlessly until he came across a lovely little town of the country trolls

and met Delta :]

he stayed there for a bit till he got his colors back and when he got them back, he went back to going adventures bcuz it's what his heart is telling him or somthin sjfjsk

and he met Rhonda on his adventures

and then met Trollex few years later in his adventure maybe, i dunno dkdjhda

wrong move he did tho, he left Delta even if she threatened him that she'll break up with him and forget about him if he leaves

another wrong thing he did is that he thinks she's just joking, so when they met again after years later like after the events of trolls 3 lol, he just says that they're exes jokingly, didn't know that she was being /srs till he got hit by the cold heart truth

and that is, i dunno, i kinda like to think in this funky hc that he writes her letters, so when he asked her about the letters, and tells him that she doesn't read them and just throws it away, it just made him realize that she was indeed /srs

but yeah, he didn't even visit her,, sure he writes her letters on telling her what he's been up to, he's not really expecting a letter back considering he moves everywhere plus with the help of Rhonda,, tho what he didn't know is that, Delta doesn't even reads the letters she receives from him

and then sees that Delta and King Trollex are together, he's just kinda hurt and jealous a bit, he likes trollex too, he just jealous about the fact that them two (Delta and Trollex) can be lovey dovey, but if it's him and Delta, she's still holding a grudge against him

yes they're poly, Delta x JD x trollex

they have two hands

ok, i think that's all the very messy 3am rambling for now ⚰️⚰️

#burg art #dreamworks trolls #trolls #trolls world tour #trolls band together #john dory #delta dawn #john dory trolls #delta dawn trolls #trolls john dory #trolls delta dawn #deltadory #yes i did used that line in the httyd movie that became a meme template #but i changed it up a bit bcuz i wrote that before checking what the actual sentence is lmao 🪦🪦

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 months

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At First Sight 2

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (Plus!short!reader) Please mind the warnings.

Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

You struggle to focus on what Sy’s saying. The alcohol makes him appear double, a scary idea for a man his size. You’re overly aware of his hand on your hip as he stands close, his pint guzzled down to foam as you awkwardly hold a glass of melting ice.

Your eyebrows rise higher as you try to decipher his rambling. It almost hurts. You fix your face and shake your head. You sway and catch yourself, covering your mouth as a burp threatens to surface.

“Uh,” you murmur, “I need to use the bathroom.”

Your words are thick and fractured. You don’t think you’ve ever been this drunk. He slowly rescinds his arm and takes the glass from your hand.

“You done?”

You nod and hiccup, giving a small wave as you wobble past him, “I’ll be back.”

It’s strange. You don’t think you’re going to vomit. You’re just completely out of it. The lights swirl and the music sounds distant. Your body feels distant from your mind and your thoughts are so loud you’re afraid you might be saying them out loud.

You find your way down the back hall towards the restroom. You push inside and jump back as another woman exits. You let her through before you enter. You clamber into a stall, swinging the door with a bit too much force. You let out a belch as you unbutton your jeans.

You sit and break the seal. Your thighs tingle at the release of pressure. God, that feels good. You didn’t realise how much your were holding in.

You tilt your head up and nearly lean back completely, catching yourself before your eyes can roll into your skull. Fuck, you’re drunk. So drunk. You could pass out right there.

You should try to find Rhonda and Starla, maybe call a cab. You blow out a lungful and stand. You put a hand out to keep yourself steady as you button your fly with one hand. You slide back the latch and stumble out towards the sink.

The music swells through the walls and you hum along as you turn on the sink. You watch your hands lather up and rinse away the bubbles. You shake them off and lift your head, looking at yourself in the mirror.

You nearly scream as you find someone behind you. You hadn’t heard him. Your eyes skitter around and you realise, you haven’t heard anyone else either.

“There you are, honeybee,” Sy snarls as he steps closer, crowding you against the sink until your stomach touches the wet porcelain.

“What are you doing in here?” You squeal as you push back against him.

“Lookin’ for you,” he snarls as he presses his front to your back, “thought maybe you were gonna sneak off on me.”

“No, uh, just…” your voice trails off as panic breaks through the drunken sheen. “We should go…”

“Where ya goin’?” He keeps you penned in as he bends to sniff your hair, “you smell as sweet as you look, you know that?”

“Thanks, but, er… we shouldn’t be in here…”

“Hush, honeybee, you fretting for nothing,” he snarls and loops his arm around you, tilting his pelvis into you, “you probably feel sweet too, huh?”

“Um, alright, uh, Sy, I appreciate the–” you hiccup and try to shake it off, “the attention but it’s late and I’m very drunk.”

“Just the way I like em,” he growls and gropes your chest, “beer-braised and thick.”

“Hey,” you grab his hand as you yelp, “please, don’t– I don’t want that.”

“Honeybee, you been sending me heart eyes all night, you don’t know what you want.”

He flicks your hand away from his, nuzzling your hair as he continues to fondle you. You pull at his large hand but he easily ignores you. You keep a hand on the sink as you try to push free of him.

“Stop!” You shout as loud as you can but the music easily smothers it. “I said stop!”

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” he snickers as his hand glides down to the top of your jeans, “I’m gonna make you feel real good.”

“Please, I’m scared,” you beg as you clutch his wrist, his thick fingertips trying to delve under the denim.

“Why? I told you. I’m gonna be nice, honeybee, take it easy,” he purrs, “you relax and let me take care of ya.”

“I want to go,” you plead.

“Shhh,” his hush tickles your scalp, “you’re alright. I’ma give you what you need.” His other hand slaps your ass so hard your stomach collides with the sink, “exactly what you came here for.”

You whimper, your eyes burning as tears glaze in your bleary vision. You’re too drunk to resist him. You’re stupid. You never get this bad. Why tonight?

He brings his arm back and grips your shoulder, urging you forward. “Bend over,” he growls as he shoves you over the sink, “mmm, I like this.”

He bends his knees and grinds his pelvis against your ass, “I think you’ll like it too.”

He reaches around you and fumbles with your fly. You’re frozen in shock. You can’t believe this is happening. Your legs shake and your stomach churns. You rest your head against the top of the cold metal faucet and shutter, jolting as he rips your jeans past your ass.

Your naked flesh stings in cool air and he slaps your cheeks roughly. You yipe and grasp the sides of the sink. You look at the door, not that far but far enough. He kicks your feet apart as his knuckles brush you. He spreads a hand across your back and pushes you even lower.

He rubs his tip along your bare ass and you lift your head, looking at him in the mirror, eyes round and streaming.

“Please,” you try one last time to get through to him, “I’ve never… I’ve done this before.”

He smirks and fists the back of your shirt, “good.”

#captain syverson #dark captain syverson #dark!captain syverson #captain syverson x reader #drabble #au #the club #series #sand castle #at first sight

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princess-ditzy · 3 months

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when you take the limit of a bottom heavy function it's 0 because bottoms have holes .....

#calc tricks 👍#rhonda rambles

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peaceofflights · 1 year

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Falling in love with Wally Clark Would Include:

A/N: Currently working on another story, but I thought I’d put this up in the mean time. Set in the “What’s three years in eyes of eternity” universe <3

Rated T for drug use and cursing.

So falling in with Wally would include:

• Totally not being prepared to fall in love. So it takes you at least five years to even realize you have a crush… admitting it to no one.

•He fell first, but you fell harder.

• Constantly reminding the others that you and Wally are just friends, who of course platonically cuddle.

• Wally is in fact the best cuddler, it usually consists of you sitting on his lap and him wrapping his arms around you. You constantly insist that you’re too heavy and he laughs in your face.

•Holding hands wherever you go. You’re a hand holder, and Wally never gives up the opportunity to show you physical affection. If anyone says anything you let go and blush pretending not to notice. Wally then proceeds to get mad at them for bringing it up, since it means you stop for a few days.

• Trying to find the most clever insults for each other.

“Who do you think you are, Ferris Bueller?”

“Am I supposed to know who that is?”

• Using “He’s my shithead” as a justifiable response when Rhonda tries to tease you about the relationship.

• Every few weeks feeling guilty about insulting him too much and rambling about being a bad friend. Which of course always ends in hugs.

•You two do pretty much everything together from golf cart joy riding to playing mermaids in the pool.

•One time he tried to teach you how play football…it didn’t end well. He of course is the ultimate hype man, but you don’t really understand why you need exercise in the afterlife.

•In return you try to teach him how to tap dance, that is in fact wayyyy more fun. Mina might not be thrilled that you’re making so much noise in the theater, but she just had to get over it.

•In fact you invited the whole support group to watch his one man recital. He was a good sport about it, but nobody could stop laughing.

• He’s a good sport about most things, and is always happy to tag along with whatever you and Charlie are up to for the day, even if it’s not exactly what he’d want to do. That typically means spying in the men’s locker room.

•But when you aren’t together you catch yourself observing him from across the way. One time he caught you watching him run laps on the football field, your blush didn’t go away for weeks. To be fair though it was probably from his constant teasing;

“Hey stalker”

“So who we stalking today kid?”

“It’s okay, I know it’s because I’m irresistible”

• For some reason you aren’t bothered by the fact that he will forever smell like B.O. probably since you will always smell like sunscreen. In fact you almost forget until of course you remember, usually while stoned in the janitors closet.

“Babe, you smell baaaaaaaaaaaddddd.”

• But he doesn’t really care that you’re making fun of him because he loves your laugh, it’s his favorite part of you, even if you hate it. But then again, he pretty much loves every part of you.

•You too love every little thing about him… not that you’ll ever admit it.

#school spirits #school spirits fanfiction #school spirits fanfic #wally clark x reader #wally clark

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ninjaturtlemaniac · 9 days

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Morning after the Met Gala. John Dory is panic rambling to a very hungover Clay. (Clay doesn't know who this mystery woman is yet btw)

Clay - "So, is she taking you on a date?" 😑

JD - "I don't know!" 😩

Clay - "How do you not know?" 🤨

JD - "She thought I was married!"

Clay - "She asked you out when she thought you were married?" 🤔

JD - "No no no she asked us both out when she thought I was married to Rhonda"

Clay - "She thought you were married to an armadillo bus but then asked you both out?"

JD - "She thought Rhonda was my wife but then Rhonda covered her in mud after she asked us both out for dinner."

Clay - "..... I'm way too hungover to follow this anymore." Head plonks on the table 😮‍💨

#trolls #dreamworks trolls #trolls band together #trolls clay #trolls john dory #trolls brozone #trolls movie

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sophieswundergarten · 10 months

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MBS Characters as Neat Words I Like

So. Listen. Some of these words are going to have fitting definitions. And some of them are just based on how they feel/look to me. Do with this what you will, and I hope you at least learn some fun new words :)

Mr. Benedict - Esoteric: requiring or exhibiting knowledge that is restricted to a small group / of special, rare, or unusual interest

It's very green and a bit orangey to me, like the scenes in S1 where he's sitting in the cabin, or a very nice rock. Maybe something with a fossil in it. But it's a good, slightly rough but ultimately quite pleasant texture. It's got the layers of an old book with age-stained pages and uneven edges because of how often it's been read. It's a really comforting word, and it's warm and inviting, like the feeling of walking into Mr. Benedict's house and seeing all the light come through the glass and the smell of books and the very clear evidence that it is lived in and full of love. If it had a physical form, I would keep this word on my shelf and look at it every day because it makes me smile.

Number Two - Librocubicularist: someone who reads in bed

Definitely a yellow word. It's got some nice light blues, like sunlight on a clear day streaming through a window, and a couple hints of green in there, but this word feels very warm and a bit like running your hand along the hard carved edge of a bookshelf. It's very square and cube-y, like a stack of little building blocks or one of those geometric M. C. Escher kind of designs. (Also I can see her just sitting on her bed and reading when people would want her to sleep when she was a kid)

Milligan - Hugger-mugger / Gallimaufry: Respectively, "secrecy" and "hodgepodge"

The first one is an automatic choice, because it basically sounds like a warped version of the words "hug" and "Milligan". It's a very warm, soft word that's a dusky orange-and-pink, like an old jacket or scarf that's being used to muffle a sound. The second word is chosen more for its meaning, as Milligan himself is a bit of a jumbley hodgepodge when we first meet him. It's coloured like moss covered stones along a riverbed, like the colours of that screenshot in Episode 1 where Milligan emerges from the secret tunnel in the yard. The tumbling of the word also mimics the curved brim of his hat.

Rhonda - Sophronise / Kismet: Respectively, "to imbue with moral principles or self-control" and "a hypothetical force or personified power that determines the course of the future events, fate, destiny"

"Sophronise" is because of how wise and quick-witted she is. She's a role model for the younger kids, and it was a really nice sunset- night-sky kind of ombre, a hint of deep magenta (Like that jacket she wore outside the cabin in S1) and the barest touch of yellow-orange, quickly moving into royal and midnight blue, and a whisper of silver that can almost be stars. "Kismet" is similarly multicoloured and beautiful, but more swirly like a wind-chime or suncatcher made of many different pieces hung just so, in such a way to catch the light and reveal glimpses of what's hidden deeper. It's a mostly wine-magenta and blue kind of colours; jewel tones.

Kate - Rawgabbit: somebody who speaks covertly about a subject of which they know nothing

This one's silly, because it just came to me because of its look. The definition doesn't really fit her at all. It's a helter-skelter word that is racing, fast moving and fidgety. It's a full kaleidoscope of colours, red and fierce and yellowy lemon gold and green like sun through new leaves and blue like daubs of fingerpaint all swirled and tumbling over each other, much like Kate's jacket.

Miss Perumal - Pluviophile: one who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days

This is a very soft word, and it is a soft, watercolour kind of pastel. It's lavender and cherry blossom pink and a light sky blue, and it feels exactly like one of her nice sweaters or jackets. The lapel of a good, strong, felted jacket kind of feeling, like something you'd find at a thrift store and know that it was well loved, but taken care of so respectfully that you'll be able to wear it for years too. A pragmatic word. It is also very round and swooping, in much the same way her cadence of speech is.

Sticky - Uhtceare / Kenning: Respectively, "lying awake before dawn and worrying" and "a metaphorical compound word or phrase (such as swan-road for ocean) used especially in Old English and Old Norse poetry"

The first word is more because of the meaning, but it does have some hints of his shades of blues. The "uhtc" part is like glass as a lens, and the last part is like little round bits of blue sea glass, all tumbled and smoothed. It's a very pensive and reflective word, and it catches light in many different facets, something to be studied from many different angles in the solitary silence away from other people."Kenning" I chose because of its neat, rhythmic sound, like very even stitches through a piece of stormy blue cloth. It is a deceptively simple sounding word, but it has such a deep history, and I think that's something Sticky would really enjoy learning and knowing.

Constance - Fudgel: pretending to work when in reality one is not doing anything

Come on. This word is perfect for her. It has that hint of sweetness with "fudge", and yet it sounds stubborn and obstinate. It's a "fighting word", so to speak. Stout and short and compact, like a dense piece of wood that someone can heft and throw. And while I would not originally say that it has any of Constance's colours, there are parts of it that can be malleable, and there's definitely a hint of pink in the middle, a reflection and glimmer that comes from it being placed next to her name.

Reynie - Wergild: the value set in Anglo-Saxon and Germanic law upon human life in accordance with rank and paid as compensation to the kindred or lord of a slain person

This word came to me immediately. It isn't coloured so much like Reynie (Being mostly kind of deep purple and shaded forest green with the barest hint of gold, like brambles that have grown and woven themselves into an intricate shape), but for some reason it fits him. Maybe it's the complex depth that's hinted at in the heart of it. It's a wild word, but also very warm and trusting in that it expects the other person to honour their promises. Its etymology is basically "man" + "payment", and the idea of it being the value of a person when in relation to Reynie, who values every person as incredibly important is intriguing. Also, the first time I read it was in a fictional context as part of a spell or binding magic that connected people to one another, which is a much more vague and subjective reason, but it's a little more positive than "murder debt"

SQ - Welkin / Wanderlust: Respectively, "the vault of the sky / the upper atmosphere" and "strong longing for or impulse toward wandering"

Now. These words both start with "w" because "w" and "q" are coloured somewhat similarly to me, especially since there's an "s" involved. "Welkin" is a complex word, like running your hand over a particularly detailed and well-crafted mosaic. It's a very light baby blue fading into purple, a very mystical and soft word, like if you could tough fog. It speaks of walking softly down a grassy hill at dusk, looking up at the stars as they wake up and being able to trust that you won't trip. It's also got these kind of two curves, like the top of the "S" right next to the "Q". "Wanderlust" is dreamy and full of stardust. It's got that bluey-purple touch, but it sparks at the end, gold and shimmering and falling out of sight like a shooting star, just beyond the horizon, where you know you can follow it.

Curtain - Sanguine: marked by eager hopefulness, confidently optimistic / bloodred / consisting of or relating to blood

It's not quite the correct colour for Curtain, but the feel for it is right. It has a bit of dark blue, but it's also slimly and squelchy the "gui" bit makes it kind of greasy and hard to keep a hold of. It also fits him because of the different meanings; originally, "sanguine" meant "cheerful" because of the medieval concept of the four humours governing the human body, and it came from the Latin "sanguineus" which means bloody. The seemingly jarring differences between "happy" and "bloody" are a good representation of Curtain's duality.

Garrison - Gerrymandering: the practice of dividing or arranging a territorial unit into election districts in a way that gives one political party an unfair advantage in elections

This word also came to me really quickly. I kind of "see" spelling in my head, so even though the "g" in gerrymandering is pronounced like a "j" instead of how it is in "Garrison", it works. The word is coloured very much like her: light, dappled green and a little pink and some specks of orangey-red. It's also a strong word, a tiny bit mischievous but with hard lines that won't be crossed, no matter how much trickery and metaphorical dancing around delicate topics is involved to attain a goal.

#I'm sorry if these don't make any sense #I decided to let myself go all out with the descriptions #Or as much as I was comfortable with #Since it's just supposed to be silly #I nearly gave Curtain “pedantic” because it's kind of like the bitter and serious brother of “esoteric”#But the feeling wasn't quite right #Either way #I enjoyed getting to put all this down #It's been in my drafts for weeks because I was so nervous about rambling and sounding insane #But I'm putting it out there!#And now I shall shut up and stop stalling in the tags #the mysterious benedict society #mbs #mr. benedict #nicholas benedict #number two #milligan wetherall #rhonda kazembe #kate wetherall #miss perumal #sticky washington #constance contraire #reynie muldoon #sq pedalian #ld curtain #nathaniel benedict #dr. garrison #ALSO #SOME OF THESE ARE OLD ENGLISH #SO THEY AREN'T REALLY COMMONLY USED/DOCUMENTED

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sealz888 · 3 months

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Marcus headcanons? ❤️

Hell yeah! Some of these headcanons go over fo1, fo2 and fnv. I've also added some little tidbits of Jacobstown headcanons as a little bonus. I love mutants in fallout so this was really fun. Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy them.

Marcus (+ Jacobstown) Headcanons

He was slightly higher up, not like lieutenant or really important, certainly not just a random foot soldier, probably a platoon commander, maybe slightly higher. It’s also why a lot of mutants from the masters army and even nightkin will listen to him.

Used to be in charge of a platoon Tabitha was in before she was chosen to become a nightkin. It’s why she trusted him quite a lot before Rhonda died, but her mind convinced her he broke her, so she left.

Always been interested in politics. His vault experiment was what someone's life would be if everything about it was steeped in politics and preparing them for leading outside the vault. He was trained to be a leader.

This actually helped him quite a lot with his skills in the Master’s army, his time as mayor of Broken Hills and later on, Jacobstown.

Still is a bit bitter about the Vault Dweller destroying the vats, however, doesn’t take it out on the Chosen One.

Absolutely *hated* travelling in the Highway man because of how cramped it was. Also hated the desert because of how fucking hot it was because there was no A/C or Radio. I mean seriously, I’m Australian and I hate the heat so much, and I’m tiny. Can you imagine being fucken gargantuan and living in the MOJAVE/CALIFORNIAN DESERT, HOLY SHIT.

For the first few months of his time as super mutant, he didn’t really remember a lot of his life as a human. However, he was drawn to politics, so whenever he was out, he would try to sneak in books about political theories, historical figures and how to successfully lead things.

He remembers a lot more of his human life than he lets on, as later on his memories came back to him. He really didn’t like life in his vault due to cutthroat nature of politics.

Tabitha also came from the same vault and they knew each other. They didn’t really interact or speak a lot, but Tabitha doesn’t exactly remember anything from when she was a human. Marcus thinks she hasn’t really changed at all, in both personality and appearance.

Neil was one of the first people he met after he awoke as a super mutant.

Doesn’t seem like the guy who likes to fight, however. He was a lot nicer to humans than other mutants, so he often dealt with the unity folks.

When he was younger, he was more inclined to fight mostly because he felt like he had a lot more vitality then, despite not liking it. However, now, he’ll absolutely use diplomacy and only fights as an absolute last resort.

He also does help out with the psykers. He’ll hang out with them occasionally and talk. Trying to make sense of their blind rambling or comfort them when they’re freaking out.

Due to the nightkin’s proneness to addiction, mental illness and psychotic breakdowns, chems and alcohol are strictly forbidden. However, if found of residential mutants, he has a strict belief in rehabilitation and not punishment. Outsiders who trade it or bring it in with them with the intent to sell have it taken away and destroyed, along with being fined if they do it again.

Before he reached out to Dr Henry, he considered reaching out to the Followers for help, but he decided not to because of how far it is.

Marcus watched Dr Henry like a hawk due to his relations on the Enclave for the first year he was in Jacobstown.

#marcus fallout #marcus fallout new vegas #marcus fnv #marcus fallout 2 #Marcus fo2 #fallout 2 #Fallout New Vegas #FNV headcanons #fallout headcanons #fnv #fallout #fallout 2 headcanons #super mutant #fo2 #jacobstown #sealzstuff #sealzrespondz #sealzheadcanonz

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parisawr · 4 months

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John Dory x King Trollex

Word Count: 1.8k+

Part 2/?

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John makes his way to pop village that morning in order to get everything set up in Branch’s bunker. He’s nervous, to say the least. Even though they did make up, he knew it would take some time for them to really become brothers again. The journey would be long, and would probably involve a lot of crying, but for his bros, he’d do anything.

Contrary to her owner, Rhonda doesn’t seem nervous at all. In fact, the armadillo was practically vibrating with excitement as she walked through the village, happily sniffing at the trolls that passed by, even kicking a few. Of course, John Dory was watching her the whole time, due to her tendency to straight up swallow some. Thankfully, there’s only been one incident since they’ve arrived, and he plans to keep it that way.

Unsurprisingly, he and his precious Rhonda are being led there by an enthusiastic Poppy, who talks her mouth off on the way there.

“Originally, it was Branch’s lil’ survivor bunker because he used to be SO paranoid of the Bergins attacking! But now that they aren’t eating trolls anymore, he redecorated the place a little?” She rambles lighting-quick, following her words with exasperated hand expressions. “It’s way less depressing than it used to be, and let me tell you, that place was such a BUMMER. Impressive, but a BUMMER.”

JD laughs, and thinks to himself how his little bro takes so much after him.

He listens intently along the rest of the way, taking in as much info as he can. He and his brothers still had a lot of catching up to do, especially since even after they’ve somewhat settled down, they hardly manage to get a real, long time to chat. Hes pretty sure that they’re chill for now, but his brothers wouldn’t probably want answers, and some apologies. Like, a LOT of apologies. Especially towards Floyd

Even now, John still remembers the painful feeling in his chest when he watched his little bro limp along with the help of a crutch. Just made the realization that he had failed as an older sibling hit that much harder.

If he hadn’t been so concerned with being perfect, would Floyd have been safe?

He doesn’t get the chance to ponder on THAT emotional rabbit hole before he’s startled out of his thinking by a loud ‘we’re here!’, courtesy of Queen Poppy. They’ve stopped in an a small, open patch of grass, a part of it taken up by a large, outlined circle, a welcome mat placed neatly on top.

“And here’s the bunker! The entrance used to be, like, way smaller, but like I said, no more Bergens trying to eat us!” She quickly explains before skipping on top of the cropped circle, gesturing for JD to come forward.

But it’s as if all the anxiety in the world decided to make John Dory their newest home. He was hesitant to reach out, but it lasted only a second. It reminded him of when he first went to perform for the first time. Goosebumps, shortness of breath, his entire body feeling as if it were on fire. A terrible feeling that was all too familiar, so a feeling that he knew how to deal with.

He and his brothers were on better terms now. Speaking terms! Within like, 2 weeks! That was something he didn’t think he’d even be alive to do! So if that was possible, speaking and chillaxing with his brothers and Queen Poppy would be a breeze.

So he smiles at the Queen and steps into the circle too.

The second he does, the Queen stomps her feet two times, and the next second, their being lowered down into the ground. He stumbles a bit, not expecting the sudden movement, but beams a little in both astonishment and pride. Branch was most definitely his brother.

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When they get in there, Clay, Floyd, and Branch are all in the first floor kitchen, chatting lightly with one another. Of course, when JD arrives alongside Poppy with a toothy grin on her face, his brothers run over to say hello, bright smiles on their faces that contrast greatly to the expressions they first had when they met him during their journey.

The happiness he feels at that moment just about makes him explode.

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The rest of the day is filled with lively chatter all around. All of the brothers, as well as Poppy, get to work on moving their stuff inside. Although the initial debacle of attempting to get their stuff inside resulted in a broken chair and JD getting a handful of splinters, they eventually managed.

Once everyone had gotten their rooms situated, everyone met up in the dining room to have a chat and a snack before either leaving or heading off to bed. They take turns, going Bruce had to leave the next morning to get back to his wife and kids, but Clay and Floyd were staying the night.

When it came to JD’s turn, he didn’t fail to notice the slight apprehensive look in his youngest brother’s eye. He felt a pang in his heart at that, but at the same time, understood why.

“We’ll after years living off the road, I think I’m about ready to settle down.” He confesses. The others nod in understanding, and Branch seems to light up, but it’s so subtle that really only John Dory notices. Reminds him of when Branch was just Bitty B.

John Dory smiles too.

“Now, I know you probably don’t want me here, so I will stay the night. But the next day? I’ll be living in ole’ Rhonda for the time being ‘till I get my own pod.” He explains.

He then shoots Branch a sympathetic look.

“No offense, little bro, but it’s a little embarrassing living in your little bro’s house, y’know?” He loudly whispers, and giggles are heard around the table.

—

That night, when JD meets up with King Trollex, his concerns fall out like word vomit.

“And I guess— I don’t know… what if I do fail them again?” John Dory did usher after a long, winding rant.

The King nods in understanding, and he places his hand on John’s. He feels him tense, his hand fidgeting into the sand, and thinks to himself that the guy must be nervous. And he wouldn’t blame him.

When he looks up, he meets JD’s gaze, and for a moment he sees something sparkle in his eyes before they quickly dart to look away.

“The fear you have is understandable, but you shouldn’t let it consume you.” He starts, never once breaking eye contact with the troll in front of him. JD wishes he could tell him then and there that staring at him like that makes his face stupidly hot, but knows that doing so would only ruin the moment, which was the last thing he wanted.

“You’ve already told me that, despite a few bumps here and there, you and your brothers have grown pretty close after everything with Velvet and Veneer. And that just proves that whatever conflict comes your way just makes your bond stronger.”

“Never let yourself doubt that, never just assume that your brothers still hate you. You’ve changed, man! And if your brothers can see that, and I can see that, then you can too.”

When he finishes, John is looking at him as if he’s the most beautiful troll in the world. And to John Dory, he definitely is. His jaw is slack, and his eyes glisten under the moonlight as tears well in them. He doesn’t know why, but he couldn’t bring himself to look away. As if some sort of invisible force had his head in a lock and was forcing him to stare dead on at the king, whose lips were still curled into that same, beautiful smile.

He just looked so… beautiful at that moment. It sounds corny, he knows, like something straight out of those cheesy rom coms he and brothers would watch when they were younger, but it was true! There was just something about the guy, possibly his looks or his genuine sincerity (likely both) that just made John Dory stop everything just to take it all in.

Unfortunately, John Dory knows he can’t go staring at the king as if he was a masterpiece (which he was) for too long unless he wanted the king to think he was weird, which was the absolute last thing he wanted! So he blinks a few times and nods his head curtly.

“…Thanks man.” Is all that follows after a long, 5 second silence. His voice is hushed, but sincere.

King Trollex smiles, and before JD can react, he’s embracing the pop troll in a wet hug. John Dory practically freezes in place. The heat on his face increases to a point where he think he might just explode.

“Don’t just do nothing, idiot! Hug him back!” He screams to himself, and quickly moves to reciprocate the hug as tightly as he could without squeezing the life out of the Techno king.

The aquatic troll pats his back, soothing rubbing circles, and whispers gently into his ear that “everything is gonna be okay.”

John Dory wishes that that hug could last for eternity. Despite the fact the king was cold from the after, the embrace was just as warm as a summer evening, and with each passing second he just melted into it more and more.

But, all good things must come to an end, and John Dory has to stop himself from whining when the king pulls away.

“I’ve got to head back, now. But I’m glad that you trusted me enough to talk with me about this.” He starts, approaching the water. John Dory, unconsciously follows. He doesn’t want his voice to fade away, not yet.

“You ever need to talk with me again, you know when and where you need to go.” John Dory nods despite the fact the king can’t see him, still following. He’s ankle deep in the water now, with the king just about fully submerged.

Trollex turns around, and he doesn’t seem too surprised when JD is standing just a few inches away. Just before he dives into the ocean, he reassures John Dory one last time.

“Remember, you’ve got this.”

And then he’s gone, diving headfirst into the waves and disappearing underneath them. John Dory watches the glowing colors of his body grow duller and duller, until they blend seamlessly with the endless blue.

He silently wishes he’d have more than just a night to spend with the king. Underneath his breath, he whispers a “thank you.”

As he approaches his precious Rhonda, the wet sand sticking to her like glue, he comes to a sudden realization that he felt stupid for not realizing sooner.

He loves King Trollex.

—

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52544056/chapters/135643774

#trolls #king trollex #trolls 3 #trolls band together #djdory #john dory #fanfic

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