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What’s hiding behind those huge bangs, huh Floyd?!! Love all the bros, love trolls SO happy people are still posting fics and arts. Here’s a pic of grandma Rosiepuff and JD for reference lol they look so alike I can’t be the only one that sees it 😭

I couldn’t bring myself to give Floyd the white hair tho 💔 pink boy look so cute the way he is

110% shipping clay and viva with the argyle sweater pattern ;)

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he didn't mean it

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How Floyd Met Dom ❤️

Floyd didn't know what was worse.

The fact that his bangs had been butchered…

Or the way Halen was staring at him like she was trying not to laugh.

He gripped the armrests of the salon chair.

His reflection in the mirror had to be lying, right?

Like, he knew the apprentice might do a bad job.

That was the point.

Get paid if you let the apprentice practice on your hair.

But…

This was a whole other thing…

His bangs… 

They were just... gone!

Or at least…sort of.

There was still a bit there…

Chopped up and zigzagged.

The apprentice stood behind him, shaking. 

"...I can fix it…"

"Fix it?!" Halen shrieked "How do you fix a crime?!"

The apprentice sniffled.

Floyd lifted a trembling hand to touch his hair. 

"I…I can style this, right? I can… make it work?"

Halen clicked her tongue, her voice far too gentle. 

"Honey. No."

The apprentice burst into tears.

“Go sit in the lunchroom.” she ordered.

The apprentice scurried off.

Halen groaned.

"Oh Muses. Alright, listen. I owe you. And I have just the thing if you’re interested."

Floyd raised an eyebrow. 

"Unless you have a time machine, I doubt it."

Halen smirked. 

"My brother just opened a bar. He’s considering getting some performers. You need a gig, right?"

Floyd hesitated.

A job would be nice. 

He sighed. 

“…Sounds good." Floyd muttered.

Later that evening, Floyd stood outside The Nexus Bar.

He took a deep breath..

And pushed on the door.

Locked.

He knocked. 

Nothing.

He knocked again, louder this time. 

"Hello!" he yelled.

He heard Halen's muffled voice.

"Floyd! Uh… hold on! What the f…? The lock is jammed!”

He then heard her shriek “DOM!”

“Should I come back later?” Floyd yelled through the door.

“No no… ugh… How do you feel about climbing in through the window?!"

Floyd blinked. 

"The what?"

"The window. It's open."

Floyd stared at the door….

Then sighed. 

"Sure. Why not."

After all, how much worse could his day get?

He found the open window…

Hoisted himself up…

Felt Halen’s hands helping him…

And was immediately punched in the face!

Pain exploded across his eye as he crashed to the floor.

"DOM, YOU ABSOLUTE NEANDERTROLL!"

Floyd groaned. 

What the fuck?

"YOU JUST PUNCHED A PERFORMER!"

Floyd heard a new voice mutter

"OW OW OW! I thought he was breaking in! You yelled for me! You were pushing him out the window!"

"I was pulling him in, Dumbass! The door lock is jammed again!"

Suddenly, there was scuffling. 

Floyd managed to see a little bit through his blurred vision.

Halen had, who Floyd assumed was Dom, on the floor in a headlock.

Floyd blinked. 

What.

Halen had him trapped.

"Apologize, right now!" 

Dom kicked his legs trying to get free.

Didn’t work.

"OW OW OWI I'm sorry!"

Poor Floyd…

Still sprawled on the floor…

Raised a hand weakly. 

"Can someone, maybe, help me up please?"

Halen dropped Dom immediately and rushed to Floyd. 

"Oh Muses, you good?"

Floyd sighed dramatically. 

"Well. I was hoping to make a strong first impression, but this isn't what I had in mind."

Dom rubbed the back of his neck.

"Uh. Yeah. Sorry about that."

Dom then quickly walked behind the bar and scooped some ice into a towel.

He tied it up and handed it to Floyd.

Floyd took the ice and touched it to his face.

He winced.

"Do you punch all your customers, or am I just special?"

Dom smirked. 

"Just the ones who crawl through my window."

Floyd squinted. 

Halen smacked Dom's arm. 

"You're gonna make it up to him, right?"

Dom sighed. 

"Yeah, yeah. He sings, right? He can have a gig. Evenings. You want the job?"

Floyd considered this. 

A steady gig? 

That was a rare find.

"...And you won't punch me again?"

Dom smirked. "Don’t give me a reason to and I think we’ll be fine."

Floyd let out a soft laugh despite himself. 

"Fine. But only 'cause I need work."

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Love through Genres - Chapter 3 - Wickedme - Trolls (DreamWorks Movies) [Archive of Our Own]

Branch Hickory pt1. This thing took a life of its own.

Or titles Love and Courage

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Chapters: ¼ Fandom: Trolls: TrollsTopia (Cartoon), Trolls (DreamWorks Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Branch & Hickory (Trolls), Branch & Dickory (Trolls), Dickory & Hickory (Trolls), Branch/Hickory (Trolls), Branch & Holly Darlin’ (Trolls), Branch & Gust Tumbleweed (Trolls), Branch & Delta Dawn (Trolls), Branch & Half-OC (Trolls), Branch & Background Characters, Delta Dawn/Dickory (Trolls) Characters: Branch (Trolls), Hickory (Trolls), Dickory (Trolls), Holly Darlin’ (Trolls), Gust Tumbleweed (Trolls), Delta Dawn (Trolls), OC background characters, Background & Cameo Characters, Half-OC Characters, He’s in the 2nd movie, Disco Trolls, mentioned - Character, Country Trolls - Character Additional Tags: Coming of Age, Depression, Branch has Undiagnosed Mental Illnesses, Mental Breakdown, Panic Attacks, Suicidal Ideation, Suicidal Thoughts, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Feral Branch (Trolls), Grey Branch (Trolls), Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Branch’s ear pulling thing, Found Family, Trolls World Found Family Tour, Developing Friendships, Trolls Have Tails (Trolls DreamWorks Movies), Satyrs Yodeller Trolls, Fauns & Satyrs, Centaurs, Swearing, Pre-Relationship, Pre-Canon, First Impressions, Awkwardness, Second-Hand Embarrassment, Multilingual Character, Google Translated Language, Hickory is a Sweetheart (Trolls), Dickory is a Big Old Softie (Trolls), Aunt Dawn (Trolls), Out of Character, Because Hickory does not talk with his country accent yet, Pre-Transgenre Hickory, Yodeller Troll Hickory (Trolls), POV Alternating, POV Multiple, Dialogue Heavy Series: Part 2 of Mercenary Branch AU aka Grey Branch Found Family Amongst Genres Summary:

All alone, Branch is on the road. On a road longer than any exploration exhibition he had ever gone on before, he travels. Travelling to where? He does not know. He has left his only home with no other plan besides to never return. To never return no matter what happened to him.

But sometimes, the best laid plans are the ones you have to improvise when the world just throws whatever the fuck it wants at you.

Because sometimes the world will throw good things at you.

And all you have to do is accept them.

(Whether you accept them gracefully or take it to the face when they are thrown at you makes no difference.)

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AKA

Branch’s physical journey from Pop Forest to Lonesome Flats, the ‘small’ town that shares its name with the desert.

AKA

Let the running gag of [Pop Trolls being terrible at first impressions] commence.

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Jadepunzel au animatic I made hehehe, I heard this audio and thought it would fit.

This is not canon to the au and after her hair is cut, but it's funny hehe💖

The backgrounds I made cuz I'm proud of them 💖

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Chapters: 2/4 Fandom: Trolls: TrollsTopia (Cartoon), Trolls (DreamWorks Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Branch & Hickory (Trolls), Branch & Dickory (Trolls), Dickory & Hickory (Trolls), Branch/Hickory (Trolls), Branch & Holly Darlin’ (Trolls), Branch & Gust Tumbleweed (Trolls), Branch & Delta Dawn (Trolls), Branch & Half-OC (Trolls), Branch & Background Characters, Delta Dawn/Dickory (Trolls) Characters: Branch (Trolls), Hickory (Trolls), Dickory (Trolls), Holly Darlin’ (Trolls), Gust Tumbleweed (Trolls), Delta Dawn (Trolls), OC background characters, Background & Cameo Characters, Half-OC Characters, He’s in the 2nd movie, Disco Trolls, mentioned - Character, Country Trolls - Character Additional Tags: Coming of Age, Depression, Branch has Undiagnosed Mental Illnesses, Mental Breakdown, Panic Attacks, Suicidal Ideation, Suicidal Thoughts, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Feral Branch (Trolls), Grey Branch (Trolls), Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Branch’s ear pulling thing, Found Family, Trolls World Found Family Tour, Developing Friendships, Trolls Have Tails (Trolls DreamWorks Movies), Satyrs Yodeller Trolls, Fauns & Satyrs, Centaurs, Swearing, Pre-Relationship, Pre-Canon, First Impressions, Awkwardness, Second-Hand Embarrassment, Multilingual Character, Google Translated Language, Hickory is a Sweetheart (Trolls), Dickory is a Big Old Softie (Trolls), Aunt Dawn (Trolls), Out of Character, Because Hickory does not talk with his country accent yet, Pre-Transgenre Hickory, Yodeller Troll Hickory (Trolls), POV Alternating, POV Multiple, Dialogue Heavy Series: Part 2 of Mercenary Branch AU aka Grey Branch Found Family Amongst Genres Summary:

All alone, Branch is on the road. On a road longer than any exploration exhibition he had ever gone on before, he travels. Travelling to where? He does not know. He has left his only home with no other plan besides to never return. To never return no matter what happened to him.

But sometimes, the best laid plans are the ones you have to improvise when the world just throws whatever the fuck it wants at you.

Because sometimes the world will throw good things at you.

And all you have to do is accept them.

(Whether you accept them gracefully or take it to the face when they are thrown at you makes no difference.)

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AKA

Branch’s physical journey from Pop Forest to Lonesome Flats, the ‘small’ town that shares its name with the desert.

AKA

Let the running gag of [Pop Trolls being terrible at first impressions] commence.

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Floyd and Clay spending time together past and present

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The Nexus Bar

“It’s never just a drink here. It’s always about what happens between the pours.” - Dom

Cocktails:

Instant Regret – A deceptively sweet drink with an unexpected fiery kick at the end. (Spiced rum, cinnamon whiskey, and a dash of hot sauce.)

Bad Decisions – A dangerously smooth drink that sneaks up on you. (Vodka, blue curaçao, pineapple juice, and a splash of energy drink.)

One-Night Stand – Strong, smooth, and leaves you wondering what happened. (Bourbon, honey liqueur, bitters, and a hint of smoked vanilla.)

Oops, All Alcohol – No mixers, just vibes. (A layered mix of whatever Dom grabs first.)

Midnight Mistake – Looks elegant, tastes dangerous. (Absinthe, blackberry liqueur, and sparkling wine.)

The Nexus Knockout – House special, knocks you flat if you’re not careful. (Dark rum, amaretto, coconut cream, and lime.)

Pay It Forward

When Dom introduced the Pay It Forward option, it didn’t take long before the board was covered in colourful notes with names, drinks, and small acts of generosity.

Young Troll: "Uh, hey. I, uh… I don’t really have much on me tonight, but I could really use something to eat. I saw the board and…"

Floyd smiled, already flipping through the list.

Floyd: "Let’s see what we got for you… Ah! Looks like someone covered a snack for ‘Any Broke but Cool Individual.’ That you?"

The Troll blinked, then nodded.

Floyd quickly retrieved one of the many pre-homemade meals and placed it front of them.

Floyd: "Then congrats, you just claimed it."

The Troll nodded eagerly before hurrying off.

Floyd snickered and took a moment to read out some of the other offers scribbled on the board.

Floyd: "Let’s see what else we got here… ‘One coffee for any Troll who worked a double shift and didn’t complain about it’. That’s a solid one. ‘A free meal for any Troll who’s having a rough week’. Bandit actually just claimed that one a minute ago. Hold on....One drink for whoever tells Halen she looks nice today.’"

Halen: "Floyd, I swear to the Muses-"

Before she could finish, Razor stepped up, smirking.

Razor: "Halen, you look nice today."

Halen: "You just want the drink."

Razor: "Yeah. But you still look nice."

Halen muttered under her breath but poured the drink anyway.

Floyd continued scanning the board.

Floyd: "‘One free soup for any Troll who’s feeling under the weather’ Aw, that one’s sweet. ‘A round of drinks for any Troll who fixes something for someone else’. That's useful. Oh, here’s one: ‘A plate of fries for whoever brings me a weird rock.’"

Halen: "That’s probably Spike."

Spike: "Hell yeah, it is. I want more weird rocks."

Dom: "That one might be my favorite. If I see someone trading a rock for fries, I’ll know The Nexus is truly running at peak efficiency."

Eyesore Park

"Dom!" Halen yelled "Got a minute?"

"Always for you," Dom said with a grin, straightening up and wiping his hands on his apron. He nodded toward the stool beside him. "What’s up?"

Halen slid onto the seat with a small sigh. "So, you know that park on Abyss? The one with the rundown everything?"

"Yeah, I know it. Broken fence, cracked paths... Pretty sad place."

"Exactly," Halen said, her tone more serious now. "Turns out there’s a whole bunch of Trolls who've been trying to get it fixed for months. But nobody really knows who to talk to, or even where to start." She grinned mischeviously. "That’s where you come in, Dom."

Dom smirked, already seeing the direction this was heading. "Let me guess. You’re volunteering me?"

Halen shot him a teasing look. "You’ve got the connections, Dom. You know the right people. And hey, if you pull this off, I might even let you take the credit."

Dom chuckled, shaking his head. "You’re a handful, you know that?"

IN-DOM-NIAC

It starts as a joke. The regulars at the bar, started a chart titled:

-‘WHEN WILL DOM FINALLY SLEEP?’-

Spike: "I’m saying he collapses sometime Thursday night."

Razor: "Nah, he’ll make it to Friday. That man runs on pure stubbornness."

Muzzle: I think he’s secretly sleeping standing up with his eyes open. Like a cow."

Floyd: "I don’t think he’s come to bed at all this week."

Halen: "Nope. And now the whole town’s betting on when he finally keels over."

Dom: "I can hear you, you know."

Halen: "Yeah, and? You gonna deny it?"

Floyd: "Fine. Put me down for ‘Saturday, mid-sentence.’"

The others nod approvingly as Halen writes it down.

The game is on.

Secret Ingredient

DING! DING!

A few heads turned, but most Trolls kept drinking until Dom spoke up.

"Alright, listen up! I’ve made a brand-new cocktail, and it’s got a secret ingredient. First Troll to guess it wins a prize."

Silence.

Dom leaned over the bar, making sure everyone could hear.

"The prize is a free drink and a week of bragging rights."

Now they cared.

Floyd: "We’re not playing, right?"

Halen: "Absolutely not. Let them struggle."

They had already taste-tested the drink earlier.

The secret ingredient was ridiculous.

Watching the rest of the bar suffer was going to be way more fun.

"It’s cinnamon."

Dom: "Nope."

"Nutmeg?"

"Wrong again."

"Some kinda fancy honey?"

"Not even close."

"It's gotta be something weird."

"You're getting warmer," Dom said.

"Pickle juice?" "Soy sauce?" "Dom, did you put something cursed in this?" "Is it just more alcohol?"

"Is it... mashed banana?"

Dom: "No. But I will remember that for next time."

Someone pointed at him. "You’re twisted."

Another Troll took a sip and grimaced.

"Wait... did you put mashed potatoes in this?"

Dom: "DING! DING! DING! We have a winner!"

The entire bar erupted.

"Mashed potatoes?! Are you insane?!" "That’s illegal!" "Dom, what kind of madman puts mashed potatoes in a cocktail?" "I hate how smooth it is. It’s actually creamy. That’s disturbing." "That was actually kinda good. I hate myself for this."

The Suggestion Box

Tonight, after the rush had settled, Floyd grabbed the box off the wall and plopped it onto the bar.

Floyd: "Alright, folks. It’s time for—"

Halen drummed her hands on the edge of the bar.

Floyd: "-The Nexus Bar Suggestion Box Review!"

Halen: "This is gonna be painful."

Floyd: "Let’s see… First one says, ‘More comfortable bar stools. My ass hurts.’"

Dom: "Tell your ass to toughen up."

Floyd: "Next up. Oh! this one’s real important. Halen should smile more.’"

Halen: "I will not."

Dom: "Honestly, it’d be creepy."

Halen just smirked at him and flashed the most unsettlingly cheerful grin she could manage.

Dom: "Yep. Nope. Keep scowling."

Floyd: "‘Can we get a drink called The Halen? It should be something strong enough to make you regret your choices.’"

Halen smirked. "Approved!"

Next, Floyd pulled out a crumpled paper and read it with exaggerated seriousness.

Floyd: "‘We need a second suggestion box for complaints about the first suggestion box.’"

Dom nodded. "That one’s actually valid."

Floyd dug out another paper, read it, then promptly tossed it over his shoulder.

Floyd: "Nope."

Halen: "What?"

Floyd: "It was from Trigger. It just said, ‘You, me, candlelight, whiskey.’"

Halen groaned. "I’m banning him."

Floyd: "‘Rename the bar something cool, like The Blood Fang.’"

Dom shook his head. "Over my dead body."

Halen looked thoughtful. "Blood Fang does go hard, though."

Dom pointed at her. "No."

Floyd: "Okay last one. 'Bring back the mashed potato cocktail'."

Dom: "Absolutely!"

Halen: "Not!"

The Fundraiser

Dom never asked for help.

That was the problem.

He had spent years pouring his heart...and his wallet...into the Nexus Bar, making it more than just a business.

It was a second home for everyone in town, a place where people could gather, celebrate, grieve, or just exist without judgment.

He gave out free drinks when someone had a rough day, hosted pay-it-forward meals for those who needed them, and funded more community projects than anyone could count.

But generosity came at a cost.

And lately, that cost was catching up with him.

Floyd noticed it first.

Little things.

Like Dom hesitating before restocking certain expensive bottles, waving off the idea of ordering new supplies with a casual “Eh, we’ll make do.”

At first, Floyd didn’t think much of it.

Dom had always been careful with money.

But then he caught him staring at an overdue bill for longer than he usually would

Halen noticed next.

She saw the way Dom worked longer hours.

He never said a word, but she knew that stubborn, stupid brother of hers.

He was struggling.

And worse.

He wasn’t going to tell anyone.

Which meant it was up to them.

—

It started small.

Floyd casually asked a few regulars if they’d noticed anything off about Dom.

They knew straight away

Within minutes, the whole bar was buzzing.

Dom had done so much for everyone.

He had helped set up food drives, patched up broken doors, watched people’s kids, covered tabs when someone was short, and never once asked for anything in return.

So the town decided to pay him back.

Whether he liked it or not.

—

The plan was simple: a fundraiser disguised as an anniversary part for the bar.

No way was Dom accepting direct help, so they had to be sneaky about it.

Flyers went up overnight, and everyone got involved.

—

When the night arrived, Dom was suspicious.

He stepped into the bar, looked around at the massive crowd, and then slowly turned to Floyd and Halen, arms crossed.

"The Nexus' anniversary isn’t for another three months."

Halen: “And? We’re getting a head start.”

Dom: “Since when do you care about the anniversary?”

Halen: “I don’t. But the community does. We’re just reminding people how much they love this place.”

Dom glanced at Floyd, waiting for him to slip up, but Floyd just grinned and shrugged.

Floyd: “You do like attention.”

Dom: “This is too much. What did you two do?”

Floyd: “Nothing. People just love this place.”

“And?”

“And they’re spending money like crazy.”

People were buying rounds for each other, bidding way too much on auction items, and throwing extra coins in a “mystery raffle” that no one even questioned.

It hit him then.

They knew.

And they weren’t letting him do this alone.

For the first time in a long time, Dom didn’t have the words.

Halen clapped him on the back, a rare softness in her expression. “Take the win, idiot.”

Dom exhaled, running a hand over his face before glancing at Floyd, who was watching him with that warm, affectionate look that always made him weak in the knees.

“Fine,” Dom muttered. “But if anyone calls this a fundraiser, I’m throwing them out.”

Halen smirked. “Sure, boss.”

The party raged on well into the night.

And when Dom finally locked up.

He did it knowing

For once.

He wasn’t carrying everything alone.

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Have I ever posted about my younger Broppy kiddo Jam?

Second kiddo on the first pic, Conifer, belongs to @maple-sno-cones

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"I turn into a goopy squid thing, we should consider ourselves lucky."

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Baby's first dessert :)

it went well

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All of my work done for the @sing-it-togetherzine !! Working on this fan project was an amazing experience and I am grateful to have had a part in it. And I'm extremely honored that I had the opportunity to make the cover art, as well as the stickers and main logo!! Truly this zine came out so amazing, EVERYONE knocked it out of the park with their contributions. If you haven't flipped through it already, then what are you waiting for!!

Download our zine to see more, and its free!!

(Missed out on this Trolls project and want to be a part of one someday? Well stay tuned, we may be cooking something up...)

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For anyone who's needed a laugh/smile as much as I have lately, I give you this sweet little guy.

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Those types of Sonic fics where Shadow is stuck somewhere with Sonic and he initially acts like he’s been strapped with a bomb set to go off in 5 minutes

Audio

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Finally redo @djmurphy

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