#branch centric

[blorbopostingtime]

Alr so maybeee this is a bad opinion but tbh I rlly can't keep it in anymore so imma just say it.

WE NEED MORE ANGRY BRANCH CONTENT!!!!!

Like sure in the first movie he could be classified as angry but. ITS SO MUCH MORE GRUMP AND ANNOYANCE THAN ACTUAL ANGER?!?!?!?!?!??!

I want more fics, more comics, more fanart, more everything, where Branch just flat out looses his fucking shit.

At anyone, everyone I do not have a specific thing.

Get this grump ass bitch angry at the way the village treated him for fucking years when he was grey, get him fucking angry at his brothers for leaving and abandoning both him and their grandmother, get him angry at the bergens who he lived in fear of for so so so fucking long (SINCE HE WAS BORN TILL HE WAS ATLEAST FUCKING 20. THAT IS ALL HIS FUCKING CHILDHOOD. TEENAGE YEARS, EVERYTHING. AND FOR ALL THOSE YEARS MINUS 4 IT WAS ALSO HIS BROTHERS, THE VILLAGE AND HIS GRANDMA), his grandmother for sacrificing herself to save him and leaving him grey and alone (HE WAS A CHILD. FOUR OR FIVE AND HE WATCHED HER DIE FOR HIM. DO NOT TELL ME HE DOESNT HAVE ANY SURVIVAL GUILT OR RESENTMENT AT THE FACT THAT THIS CAUSED HIM TO TURN GREY AND BE AN OUTCAST IN THE VILLAGE. I DO NOT GAF ABT HOW MUCH HE LOVES HER YOU DO NOW MOVE ON FROM SHIT LIKE THAT WITHOUT IT), his parents for never being there (whole other thing but! Still think it should be a bigger thing.): EVERYONE.

"Oh, but he got angry at his brothers in the 3rd movie!"

NOT FOR FUCKING REAL.

YOU TELLING ME THAT MOSTLY CALM ASS, SAD AND A BIT SPITEFUL SPEECH WAS PURE UNFILTERED RAGE FROM 16+ YEARS OF BEING ABANDONED, BULLIED, ALONE, AFRAID AND DEPRESSED ?!?!?!?!?!?

HUH?!?!?!?!?!??

CUZ ITS FUCKING NOT!!!!!!!!!!!

AND THATS NOT EVEN MENTIONING THE FACT THAT HE LIVED OUT IN THE WILDERNESS FOR THE FUCKING MAJORITY OF HIS LIFE TOO!!!!!

Let Branch go feral with rage, let him scream at all the ways people have failed him from the top of his normally quiet lungs, let his vision go tinted red with rage, let him fight and punch and kick and elbow and growl and bite and hurt all the people who left him, like an animal gone abandoned in the wilderness and left for dead, who manages to not only survive but fucking THRIVE as a feral beast.

Show me a Branch who screams a sound so primal the nearby birds fly from the trees, let him be louder than any other troll in the village from living in the wild surrounded by creatures that the trolls were still learning about anf befriending who may or may not havr wanted to kill him, and yet talk about how afterwards he could barely speak because after 20 years of quiet speech if that his voice still isn't used to being loud.

Show us how much Branch is ready, able and willing to to use all the weapons he makes, the rocks he collects as projectiles and bluguons, the whittled stakes and knives, the sheer everything that comes with having lived on his own in the wilderness, angry and scared and so fucking alone.

... Ahem.

Anyways, thanks for listening to my rant and

ANGRY, FERAL AND APESHIT BRANCH PLEASE!!!!!!

[artsyannierose]

POPPY FINALLY FANGIRLING LIKE I ALWAYS WANTED HER TO

NO CAUSE THE NEW SCENE COMPLETELY BROKE ME INTO PIECES I DIDN’T UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH I MISSED THEIR RELATIONSHIP KWABDJDFGSDSWRSFDYVJBKJKHTTDGCHBJBJ

im calm

i think

can I first talk about this small conversation in particular

I dunno about you guys but the voice acting just feels so…REAL

Like, raw

like an actual conversation between to people rather than two actors

There’s so much emotion, and that goes for other scenes I’ve seen too, like Viva’s introduction, I’m a big fan of the voice overs this movie

OK BUT BRANCH’S FACE WHEN POPPY CALLS HIS NAME IM MELTING

HE LOOKS SO HAPPY TO HEAR HER MY BABY 🥹🥹

literally went from 😒 to 🥰

THEN WENT BACK TO 😑 AFTER HEARING HER SUGGESTION LMAO

I’m crying at how he immediately jumped to the idea that Poppy was against him and did a double take like “wait what”

AND POPPY KNOWS HOW TO GET HER TO DO WHAT SHE WANTS ITS ACTUALLY SO FUNNY

AND HE HAS NO POWER TO SAY NO TO HER PLEEEAAASSEEEE THEY’RE SUCH BF AND GF

“Alright, fiNE”

😭😭💀💀

AND LOOK AT HER FACE SHE KNOWS HER POWER OVER HIM LMAO

im not going to elaborate on the song bc I’m too Broppy-hyper but DARN DID I FEEL ELATED WHEN BRANCH STARTED SINGING

I LOVE HIM GETTING THE SPOTLIGHT FINALLYYYYYY

ily Justin Timberlake

literally my reaction was worse than poppy’s💀

ANOTHER THING I WANNA MENTION

HELLO POPPY SIMPING OVER BRANCH IS SOOOOOO LONG OVERDUE

I NEED MORE OF THIS THIS MOVIE BETTER DELIVER

POPPY PINING OVER BRANCHHHHHH

And honestly the way she sang along and mouthed lyrics was so cute omg 😭😭

I

FRICKING

STAN

SUPPORTIVE GF

She’s so goofy

The way she yanks out that camera and COMPLETELY DITCHING HER QUEEN STATUS

NUH-UH SHE IS A HARDCORE BROZONE FANGIRL AND I AM HERE FOR IT

They’re so perfect for each other bro the king of pop w/ the literal royal queen of pop

the way she pulls out her camera tho

…

y’all I just

just

🫠

THIS SIR

IS THE STATUS THIS KING DESERVES

THANK YOU DREAMWORKS

MAKE POPPY FEEL LUCKY TO HAVE HIM (I mean THIH did that well but sTiLL)

New obsession unlocked:

FLIRTY POPPY >>>

I’m so ill for them goshhhh

TBH I WASNT AS EXCITED AS THIS MOVIE AS I WAS TWT AND THIH BUT NOW I AMMMMM

BBBBRRRRROOOPPPPPPYYYYYYYYY HERE I COMEEEEEEEE

im sorry I’ll shut up and let you move on with your day

[kiobeeoooo]

Happy Valentine's Day :))

This is a continuation of the mini comic I made in my last post!!

JD is now grappling with the fact that he is no longer able to be with his family, even if he wanted to. He doesn't want to, though, right?

The villagers don't take kindly to the former boy band leader.

[shinygeo]

Have some JD angst before his realisation-

He went back in the tunnel to find Clay. And only just managed to save him but has constant nightmares of what could have happened if he was too late. If he hadn't been perfect.

Constantly checks his brothers rooms when they r sleeping to make sure they're still breathing

He made sure all his brothers wore a lot of clothing due to the fact they were in a boyband prior and had a few crazed fans and haters, and because JD noticed the weird touches older trolls were giving him now.

He needs things to be perfect, because if they aren't, the bergens will come back and if they come back his family will die.

Everything he says to his brother, comments about needing to be better are all things that were said to him by Rosiepuff.

Cried for hours after Viva gave the crown to him and his family. (Neither of them wanted this but the community did)

Visits the massive portrait of The Great Escape + The Enchantment that some troll painting of what happened that night with the magic from the family harmony. (JD doesn't remember being that happy after seeing so much death) he pretends its a grave for all the trolls lost and places flowers he hoped they liked there

Stopped bad comments from trolls about his brothers ("My younger brothers are brilliant trolls and perfect for this community, aren't they?") It typically makes them stop.

Asks people to not pray to him, he's not a god.

Got Branch the nickname "The Unlucky" to get him away from the worshipping, trolls went a bit mental over Branches magic even though he was just a child. He'd rather trolls leave Branch alone than call him a 'Saint'.

[falling101fan]

Distant Memory Part 2

[crazytrolls]

Branch-Centric Fics

A bloody bouquet for you (please tell me our love is true)

Color Theory

A Little Winter Miracle

Riptide

Beautiful is Boring

I’m Gonna Make This Place Your Home

Handle w/ Care!

Come Hell or High Waters, I’ll Stay By Your Side

Beauty of a Ballade

We Come Running

A Calming Bothersome Trip

Piece by Piece

💚💙💚💙💚💙💚💙💚💙

You can leave any Branch Centric fics with the name and link in the comments that can be added to the list ^^

[wooziswonderfulworld]

It’s Not Easy To Say Goodbye (Especially When We Just Said Hello Again)

Floyd was relieved.

 

He was finally free, and he was finally home with his brothers. He knew recovery would take time, but he was ready.

 

Except he seemed to never get better; in fact, he always felt worse, like his body wasn’t regenerating despite being brought back to life.

 

At first, he was fine. He could move around, sing, and dance. For three months, he felt like he was getting better.

 

Until he wasn’t. It started off small; he was always tired, like always tired and fatigued.

 

God was he tired—so damn tired, his muscles ached every day, and sometimes he could barely move. Why wasn’t he getting better?

 

“It’ll take time, Flo." Clay said as Floyd lay in bed, too tired to sit up, “You’ve only been out for a few months now; give it time; you did die." Floyd sighed. "Yeah, I know."

 

Clay patted his head as he walked out, and Floyd turned around, sighing, He’d get better.

 

Except he never did. As the days went on, his body grew weaker. Soon, it had been 7 months since he’d been freed, and there was no progress.

 

But the doctors and everyone around him told him to give his body time to heal, saying that draining the life out of a troll took time to heal from.

 

Floyd groaned, reaching down and puking in the bucket beside him.

 

That was another thing. He was constantly throwing up; he barely even ate because he couldn’t keep anything down.

 

John Dory suggested that maybe he had an egg. Floyd, despite how much he loved his big brother, wanted to punch him.

 

Luckily, Branch did it for him, just not where Floyd would’ve personally preferred. Still, it was a good punch.

 

Floyd felt so weak.

 

Floyd felt like his body was shutting down, and he couldn’t do anything.

 

Eight months after he had been freed, he was having a hard time remembering where he was or who anyone was.

 

“Thank you, Um." Floyd looked at whoever was in front of him and handed him a glass of water. “Bruce? Floyd, are you okay, buddy?” Floyd stared at something in the distance, unresponsive.

 

“I’m worried, man." Bruce said, leaving the room, “Floyd’s been getting worse."

 

"Yeah, but his body just needs time to recover, like the doctors said." John Dory said, "Yeah, but he barely even knows what's going on anymore; like, he’s never focused on anything." Bruce said

 

“It’s been 8 months and there’s been zero progress; actually, he’s been getting worse.”

 

John Dory shook his head. “No, he’ll get better. He’s a fighter." He said getting up and leaving

 

Floyd didn’t get any better.

 

11 months since he was freed

 

Sometimes it felt like he couldn’t breathe; his breaths felt short and irregular. Not to mention his body temperature was even more irregular. By this point, he couldn’t even ask for help because he couldn’t remember anything; his brain was all fuzzy. Who were these trolls that kept coming in to see him???

 

“I’m worried, Peppy; it’s been almost a year and Floyd hasn’t made any recovery; he’s been getting worse. He’s completely bedridden now; he can’t even feed himself,” Branch said, speaking to his girlfriend's father.

 

“Have you spoken to the doctors?” Peppy asked, “Yeah, but they keep telling us it’ll take time for him to recover, that maybe his body is confused from dying and coming back to life." Branch said, “I’m just worried for him.”

 

“Completely understandable, son; just do your best to make him comfortable." He advised

 

“Yes sir” Branch got up and left, thinking of what they would do once Floyd finally recovered.

 

They would never get to do those things.

 

12 months, It had been one year since Floyd had been freed. His body was running a high fever, and any medicine he took he threw right back up. He was lost and confused; everything hurt, and he could barely breathe.

 

He wanted to find someone to help him. Floyd pushed himself up and stumbled out of the room, his body shaking and sweating, his head hurting, his arms hurting, and his stomach hurting. He started coughing, his body sinking to the ground.

 

Clay eventually decided enough was enough. He scooped his baby brother up and took him to the village hospital.

 

Hooked up to machines and breathing tubes, Floyd lay on the hospital bed, his chest weakly rising up and down.

 

“You should’ve come to us sooner." Doctor Sprout said, as if it were the brothers who kept saying Floyd would get better.

 

“We have been!” Branch shouted, standing up, “You all told us he’d get better!"

 

Doctor Sprout sighed. "Yes, well, we didn’t know it was this bad. His body is shutting down,” he said, looking at the brothers.

 

“What do you mean?” John Dory asked. He knew what he meant; he just didn’t want to believe it. “Floyd was meant to die that day; he was freed, but he didn’t. You said he started getting worse. How long after he was back home?"

 

“3 months later, he started becoming increasingly tired at first,” Bruce said. “Tired, fatigued? Then let me guess: nauseous, disoriented, irregular breathing, irregular body temperature? It’s all signs of the body shutting down; typically with older trolls, Floyd’s still young, but his body was damaged too much."

 

“So are you saying..." Clay asked, “Start preparing to say goodbye." Doctor Sprout said, nodding, and left.

 

“Goodbye? We just got him back, though." Branch said, looking down, that he was pulled into a hug by Clay. If this was a joke, it wasn’t funny.

 

 

It was now a year and one month since Floyd had been moved back to the bunker; it was a request he had made. Floyd lay in his bed, machines hooked up to him. He looked over, seeing a face that seemed familiar; he just didn’t know why.

 

"Hi,” he whispered weakly. "Hi, my little Pink Floyd, I miss you." Rosiepuff spoke from where she stood.

 

Floyd looked over at the two other figures. He couldn’t remember who they were. "Hi, my baby." The lady spoke, smiling softly. “We can’t wait to see you." She said, “Everyone’s waiting." Floyd smiled slightly; he liked her, and the man seemed nice too.

 

“Floyd?” A voice said, and he looked over, seeing the hospice nurse walking in with a kind smile on her face. He smiled softly. “Hi nurse,” he said, but he couldn’t remember her name.

 

“You look happy." She said she was smiling and helping him take his medication. “I met some really nice trolls. They said they can’t wait to see me again." He said happy

 

The nurse smiled and said, "That's wonderful, honey. You get some rest, okay?” Floyd nodded softly as he was laid back down.

 

“How is he?” Branch asked, and Nurse Daisy sighed softly. “It’s time." She said, “I suggest you go in and say your goodbyes soon."

 

She left, and the brothers looked at each other and said, “Let’s go." John Dory spoke weakly. They walked in. "Hi, Flo,” Clay said, smiling. Floyd looked over. "Hello."

 

“I know, you probably can’t remember who I am; I’m your older brother Clay. When you were younger, I used to read you this  story." He said, pulling out a book from his hair, He looked at his brothers, who nodded. “And I wanted you to hear it again, even though you probably know it word for word." He laughed slightly, opened the short book up to the first page, and began reading.

 

A long time ago and far, far away, an old woman was sitting in her rocking chair, thinking how happy she would be if she had a child. Then, she heard a knock at the door and opened it. A lady was standing there, and she said, "If you let me in, I will grant you a wish." The old woman let the woman in firstly because she felt pity and secondly because she knew what she'd wish for—a child. After she washed the lady up and fed her, she saw that she was really beautiful.

The lady slept soundly all night long, and then right before she left, she said, "Now, about your wish. What do you want?"

The lady thought about most people's wishes to be the richest in the world, the most powerful person, the smartest, and the prettiest. But the old woman wished for something the lady could not believe. She said, "I would like a child."

 

The only thing that could be heard aside from Clay’s voice was the sound of the pages turning.

 

"What did you say?" She asked because she was astonished at what the old lady asked for. The old lady repeated what she said. "I would like a child."

The lady then placed a tiny seed in the old woman's hand and gave her instructions. "Plant this seed, water it carefully, watch over it, and give it your love. If you do all those things, then you will have a child."

So the old woman did all of those things the lady had told her to. In a week, there was a beautiful yellow flower in place of the seed. The next day, the flower bloomed. Inside the flower was a beautiful little girl who was the size of the woman's thumb, so she called her Thumbellina. She made her a little dress out of golden threads. Thumbellina slept in a walnut shell and brought the old woman joy and happiness.

But one day, when Thumbellina went down for her nap, a frog hopped through the open window and said, "You will be a perfect bride for my son," and she took Thumbellina to a lily pad and hopped off to find her son.

Thumbellina cried, and some little guppies heard her and chewed the roots off the lily pad to help her escape. Thumbellina's lily pad floated away. A few hours later, she finally stopped floating. During the summer, she ate berries and drank the dew off the leaves. But then winter came, and she needed shelter. A kindly mouse let her stay with it, but it said, "You'll have to marry my friend, Mole, because I cannot keep you for another winter."

The next day, she went to see Mole. In one of the tunnels, she found a sick bird and said, "Poor thing, I will bury it." Then she found out that it was still alive, and she cared for it until it was ready to fly. It flew off. That fall, she nearly had to marry Mole. But then she heard a familiar tweet, and an idea popped up in the bird's head.

"You can come down to the warm country," said the bird, so Thumbellina hopped on the bird's back and flew to the warm country. The people there who were like her renamed her Erin. She married a prince, and she lived happily ever after.

 

The End

 

By the last few paragraphs, Clay’s voice was shaky—a mix of tears and his voice getting choked up. “I’m sorry. I love you, Floyd." Clay spoke through tears and pressed a kiss to his forehead. Floyd smiled. He had enjoyed the story very much.

 

Clay stood back, allowing his other brothers to speak.

 

“Floyd” Bruce spoke next, walking over and grabbing his hand gently. “I know we were never the closest growing up, but I want you to know that I loved you more than anything else in the world." He spoke, looking him in the eyes. “There wasn’t a day or night that I didn’t think about you. My kids grew up hearing stories of their uncle Floyd. They were so excited to meet you, and I’m sorry you didn’t get much time to spend with them. Floyd, I’m so sorry we were too late." Bruce said, tears falling, “I know you’re in pain, baby; you can rest soon." He said, “I love you, Floyd." Bruce pressed a kiss to his forehead and stepped back with Clay.

 

John Dory walked over. “Floyd, I have no words. I should’ve been a better brother to you; I know I’ve made you cry countless times, so I guess this makes us even, huh?” He joked, “Floyd, you are one of the most incredible trolls I know; you’re talented, handsome, and funny." He grabbed his hand. “You made me better every day, even when we were all separated. I’ll make sure your name lives on, I promise, baby brother." He said, “I love you, Floyd. Give mom, dad, and grandma a hug for us, please." He whispered, pressing a kiss on his forehead before stepping back.

 

Lastly, there was Branch.

 

“Floyd, why? I-we-just got you back." Branch whispered weakly, “Don’t go; I’m not ready to say goodbye.”

 

Floyd smiled weakly and reached his arms out. Branch hugged him tightly. “Floyd, you were and always will be the best big brother I could ever ask for. It’s not fair; you did nothing wrong; you should be able to live longer. We just said hello; I don’t want to say goodbye now. I’ll learn how to one day, though. I love you,  Floyd." Branch whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead, just as his other brothers had before.

 

“I’m tired,” Floyd whispered weakly. The four brothers gathered around him. “We know, baby; you can rest now." John Dory spoke, holding his hand, and Floyd smiled softly. “Brothers?” Floyd spoke, looking at them.

 

“Yes baby?” Bruce asked, stroking his hair, “I love you guys." He spoke; his voice was not even a whisper. He closed his eyes and took one final breath, a smile gracing his lips.

 

His heart had flatlined. Floyd had passed away with a smile on his face, and his family gathered around him. Just like he wanted to.

 

The brothers hugged each other, and sobs echoed through the bunker. Branch sobbed about how unfair it was; they all did; it really wasn’t fair; Floyd was still young; why was he taken away?

 

Poppy and Viva had wanted the brothers to spend Floyd’s last moments together.

 

Once the doctors came in and took Floyd away, they didn’t hesitate to hug the other four brothers. Poppy held Branch, and Viva held Clay tightly. But they didn’t just give their attention to their respective boyfriends. Poppy hugged John Dory tightly. "I'm so sorry, JD." She whispered, rubbing his back, as Viva hugged Bruce, Poppy hugged Clay next, who sobbed into her shoulder, and Viva hugged Branch, who hugged her back tightly.

 

The funeral was no different; more tears were shed. Floyd had touched so many troll hearts back in his band days, even as a soloist. The brothers were surprised at how many trolls had come to pay their respects. They didn’t know Floyd knew so many trolls. From rock trolls to funk trolls, even country trolls, and so many more. They all came to pay their respects; they had known Floyd way before the reuniting of the trolls. They had stories to share and so much love to give.

 

In the distance, behind everyone, a small deer watched the funeral and all those gathered. With a small noise, the deer walked off, seemingly more at ease.

 

 

What would’ve been Floyd’s 36th birthday? Poppy and John Dory worked to decorate the village with magenta lights in honor of Floyd.

 

Behind a tree, a beautiful deer watched as the village was illuminated by magenta lights. The deer turned and walked off calmly.

 

two years later. It had been two years since Floyd had passed away.

 

Branch and Poppy walked to the gravestone, where they laid Floyd to rest. “Hi Floyd. I wanted to introduce you to someone.

 

Poppy kneeled down, holding a small bundle in her arms. “Her name is Flora,” she said, smiling softly. The light blue and dark pink-haired troll stirred in her sleep, "fitting, huh?” She said she was laughing.

 

A small deer walked over to them, and Branch and Poppy watched as the deer pressed its nose to Flora’s small head before nuzzling Poppy and Branch’s cheek before running off.

 

They didn’t say anything; they just left in a comfortable silence. No words needed to be spoken.

 

Even if he was gone, he never truly left. Floyd found a way to be in their lives again, just in different ways.

 

Floyd would live on in their hearts and minds forever and always.

[trollsficrecs]

hello!! i have two recs!! the first is ‘When you were here’ by Cherrylette, it’s a really sweet Poppy centric fic revolving around her missing Viva before she even knows about her, its a lil angsty but very sweet

the second is ‘Wilting Poppies’ by PrincessPoppifer, this is a longer one that’s still in progress!! it’s an au where Poppy is the one captured by V&V and how she deals with her feelings and the world around her after that.

thank you so much for taking the time to start this blog, you’re a real one for it i’ve loved the fics that have been recommended so far!! keep it up my friend!!

thank you so much for the recs!! and yess this blog is a super good way for fic to get recognized, both new and old- especially bringing up old fandom favorites from the first film ahah

When you were here by Cherrylette - ao3, 2.6k - G, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Ships Tagged: Branch/Poppy

To make sure the royal wedding went without a hitch, Poppy offered to stay at Bergen Town until the wedding. But staying at the troll tree bring a feeling she never thought she would feel.

Grief

OR

Poppy missing Viva before meeting her.

mod note: I just read this one and its super sweet!! albeit very bittersweet, but worth the short read :)

Wilting Poppies by PrincessPoppifer - ao3, 68k words - T, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings (Incomplete)

Tagged Ships: Branch/Poppy

((PAUSED. WRITERS BLOCK I AM SO SORRY))

Poppy was the happiest troll ever. It was a title she held ever since she was a baby. After she was saved from the terrible Velvet and Veneer, however, she's finding it harder and harder to keep her happiness-- especially as she deals with the after math of having all of her talent sucked away.

Branch was the most miserable troll ever. That was until Poppy had come into his life. He blames himself for her being captured and can't bear to see his favorite flower wilt under the pressure of her trauma. It's a good thing someone once told Branch, "True Happiness is inside of all us. Sometimes you just need someone's help to find it."

[mutantmayhems]

I looked up the tmnt 2012 tag just to Browse and literally the top 3 posts are your gifsets so!! Congrats 🎉 just thought that was cool

AHHHH NO WAY 😭😭 KAKDJEJDKKEIFKDJDKEIIDKFKFKF!!!! !!!!!! thank you for telling me!!! <3333

[toad-in-a-trenchcoat]

ayo I kinda want to do both but things would get real repetitive if I allowed myself that so-

if I made a comic (since unsure how to really do full animatics) of the song “Shadowland” by Dalya Bernstein which dreamworks troll franchise should I use

Edit: I know people get tired of this sorta thing but pls reblog for larger sample size

[oli-b3rry]

Just wanted to repost my first fic here!

His Brothers

He had been expecting his solo career to do well, to take off, but it never happened. 20 years of trying to get his music popular and it had failed.

He had taken to busking in the streets for cash of whatever city he arrived in, this time, in the glittering streets of Mount Rageous.

As he was taking a break from his singing, he thought back on his brothers, the last he had heard of the oldest, John, he bad been hiking the Neverglade trail. "Surely" he thought "it couldn't have taken him 20 years to hike the trails, he had probably gone home to Grandma and Branch" oh.. How he missed his youngest sibling, the painfully sad way the toddler had last looks at him with, burnt permanently into his eyes. He shook of these upsetting thoughts, and tried to imagine what his two other older brothers could be doing.

He could imagine that Spruce had moved somewhere warm. He had always mentioned wanting to travel somewhere warmer and more tropical than the Troll Tree, maybe he had settled down and started a family. As for Clay, he wasn't sure, Clay had never once mentioned any certain place he had wanted to visit one day, he could imagine him in a leadership position somewhere, as, any time John Dory and Grandma had to leave the pod, and, despite Spurce's best efforts, Clay bad always taken charge, and damn was he good at it..

Just as he was about to start his singing again, two of the Rageons coming towards him caught his eye. He believed that they had been coming to give him some money, that was, until one of them had taken a purple container of sorts and had thrown him into it.

[blorbopostingtime]

CHAPTERRRR 444 YEEEEESSSSS

[firstil]

Have you decided on which animal you'd be focusing on? 👀

Also, I'm interested in seeing how your ideas and stories unfold! It's good to see more xenofiction lovers and writers around

Hi, thank you for the question!

As of right now the three main characters are birds (a raven, a pheasant, and a puffin) but many other animals play a role in the story and lore. Because I’m allowing so many different species to interact with each other on the same sapient level, the lore is taking a bit to write out. (I’m also working on multiple creative projects at once!)

With that being said, I’d love to hear any suggestions/ideas people have. Everything is still in development but currently the animals are split into different “divisions” of classification— it’s basically a very simplified version of taxonomy. They have different cultures and languages with a shared common tongue. The divisions also branch off into sub-divisions, but I have a feeling I won’t cover everything immediately because of the scale of it all.

Example: wymme (the feathered), feasymme (the pawed), deonymme (the hooved), and wetymme (the webbed) are the four major divisions. Fish and insects have their own thing going on and do not share the common tongue. Some animals (bats and turtles, for example) don’t entirely fit in the divisions but that is not seen as something bad in Firstil.

[gar-trek]

I’m exceptional Zed!

[shinygeo]

ITS EARLY ON BUT I WANNA TALK ABT JD AFTER HE REALISES HE CAN DO MORE THAN MAKE FRUIT AND FLOWERS OKAY.

He still has a massive ego

But also a crippling inferiorty complex

He spends most of his time with his brothers or helping Viva

Will throw a cactus at someone for his brothers

Has throw many cacti at trolls bc they said either something slightly negative or actually fucking mean towards his brothers

He just goes off the rails after he realises he doesn't need to be the perfect angel

It upsets a lot of trolls

Bruce has had to carry him away from fights

He and Branch talk about plants

HIM AND CLAY HAVE SO MANY TALKS ABOUT SAFETY AND MAKING SURE THE TROLLS PODS R SAFE

He goes on trips like every so often and that's how he finds Rhonda!!!! He loves her.

[falling101fan]

Distant Memory Part 1