#dory meeks

[seraph-draws-stuff]

one idiot and a baby

[kittyball23]

The Vesting (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: Some years before Branch’s birth, Floyd gets officially inducted as a member of BroZone

A/N: Taking place before TBT

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The room was dark.

Floyd tried squinting, trying to adjust his eyes to make anything out, when all of a sudden, he was blinded by a bright light. He yelped and stepped back a little, the shine of the glowbug that had been lit startling him for just a second as it helped illuminate his surroundings. There, contrasted with the sharp light were his three older brothers standing across from him. John Dory was in the middle, holding the glowbug in his hands right under his face, as though he were holding a flashlight and about to tell a spooky story. Spruce was to his left and Clay was to his right. Floyd in the meantime stood there, uncertain of what was happening.

John Dory narrowed his eyes, and then suddenly began speaking in a deep, mysterious voice.

“We’ve gathered here today to undergo the most revered of ceremonies....”

Then, JD reached into his pocket and thrust a paper into Floyd’s hands. The magenta-haired Trolling, growing even more confused by the minute, gave a meek little “Huh?”

“Go on, read it!” John Dory urged.

Floyd looked down and skimmed through the words first, his brows furrowing. “Is this an oath?”

JD rolled his eyes. “No dude, a BROath,” he corrected.

“Which is pretty much like an oath,” Spruce clarified.

“Only ‘better’!” Clay added, making the word better with airquotes.

“Well it is,” JD said. He nudged Floyd. “Go ahead, dude, read it!”

Floyd shrugged. He may as well. He looked down at the page silently. He was only able to catch the first couple of sentences when the sound of a throat clearing made him stop. Floyd jerked his head up to find JD glaring down at him.

“Out loud.”

Floyd blushed. Whoops. After mumbling an apology, he cleared his throat and, as instructed, began to read the words on the page aloud. Or, as the title at the top was written, the ‘BroZone Credo.’

“’ 1) Family is numero uno. As fun as performing is, I promise to put bros before shows every time. 2) All bros are made equal, but we are not all the same. We have different colors, sizes, shapes and ages. I won’t judge my bro by his taste in music, but by his character. 3) A bro is not afraid to admit when he’s scared. When I am, I promise to confide in my bros and summon the Pop Power of all the brodacious superstars that came before us so that we can use all the love, all the smarts, and all the bravery we got to accomplish the ultimate Family Harmony. 4) All bros can make mistakes. I will admit when I’m wrong and work at it to make things right again. 5) Bros were born to sing. I promise to share my talents with others and not keep them all to myself. To earn my spot – ‘”

“Ooh, wait, wait, wait!” John Dory interrupted, waving his hands. “Stop there for a sec. You gotta raise your right hand now!”

“What?” Floyd shot a glance at Spruce and Clay. In return, they gave him a look that communicated Dude, we did this too. The magenta-haired Trolling shrugged and raised his right hand.

“Okay, good,” JD said. “Now you can keep reading.”

So Floyd did. “’To earn my spot within this band, I solemnly swear to uphold this oath – I mean, BROath – and honor it for the sake of my family.’”

“Forever?” JD asked him.

Floyd looked up from his paper and gave a small nod. “Forever.”

The BroZone leader smiled. “Good.” Then he snapped his fingers. “Spruce! Clay! Grab the item,” he commanded. The purple and yellow Trollings went off, and JD turned his attention to Floyd. “Floyd, arms up and eyes closed!”

By this point in the initiation, Floyd was still a little confused, but he’d learned to just go with it. He did as told (hoping he didn’t look too silly in his T-pose), and waited to see – or rather, hear – what was happening next. He heard some shuffling next to him, and then felt something being placed at his arms. Floyd began to open an eye, hoping to see what was going on, but he instantly shut it again at JD’s shout.

“Hey! No peeking!”

As the something was continued to be adjusted on his arms and then against his body, JD spoke.

“By the totally brodacious power invested in me – with an emphasis on the vest” – he paused to laugh at his own joke (one that Floyd was about to understand in just a few moments) – “I now pronounce you an official member of BroZone!!” He whooped and then clapped his hands. “Alright, now open ‘em up!”

Floyd blinked, and then looked down and gasped. A smile grew on his face as he beheld the elegant, magenta, polyester puffy jacket of a vest that was on him. It was pristine and brand new, fresh and perfectly form-fitting. It went with his hair, as each of his brothers' vests did, and he didn't need a mirror to know that it made him look, as John Dory would put it, totally brodacious! He turned this way and that, appreciating it no matter what angle he viewed it.

“Welcome to the band, little bro!” John Dory exclaimed. Spruce and Clay added in their own “Woo-hoo!”s and “You got it!”s to the chorus.

“Awww, well thanks you guys… thank you so much!” Floyd cooed, beginning to sniffle. The brothers already recognized the signs of oncoming tears, but didn’t badger the little guy about it. Classic Floyd always cried, but he had reason for his happy tears. This was a big moment! Another bro had just joined in on their special pact, and they were going to only continue to live up to their full potential. Before JD could help it, he thrust his hand out in front of him. Spruce recognized the motion and placed his hand on top of his, and then Clay on top of Spruce’s. Last but not least, Floyd still with tear-stained cheeks, placed his hand on Clay’s. They threw their hands up in the air together and chanted out.

“IT’S BRO-TIME!!”

Laughs and brotherly pats on the back followed… as well as an authoritative female voice from just the other room.

“No, it’s BEDtime,” the voice of their Grandma Rosiepuff called out, just before she appeared at the doorway of their room with her arms crossed. “Boys,” she continued, giving them a stern look. “Do you know how late it is?”

Groans came from the Trollings. “But Grandmaaa,” John Dory whined. “We were doing The Vesting!”

Grandma Rosiepuff snickered. She had seen JD do this special little ceremony of his for Spruce and then Clay when they were younger. JD pushed Floyd forward and beamed up at her. “See? Check out how he’s flexin’ the drip now! Pretty sweet, huh?”

Floyd looked up at their grandmother hopefully, his eyes shining. Grandma Rosiepuff smiled down at him. “It is ‘sweet,’ dear,” she said.

Floyd blushed while JD pumped his fists and Spruce and Clay high-fived.

“But do you know what else is ‘sweet’?” Grandma Rosiepuff continued. “Dreams.” She pointed a finger to the beds and the boys sighed, knowing that she was right. One by one, they slipped out of their vests and hung them at their bedposts (Floyd taking one more minute to admire his before he too did as his brothers had), and then they slipped into bed. Grandma Rosiepuff then made her rounds to each brother, helping to tuck them in. When she was finished, she turned off the glowbug and allowed it to flitter out the window.

“Good night,” she whispered to them.

And “G’night!” came the response of the four band members she was proud to call her grandsons.

[masivechaos]

lovesong - send a prompt/scenario + a character from the list above -> i'll write some headcanons!

could i maybe get meeks w a makeup obsessed/ girly girl gf <33 ilyyyy

STEVEN MEEKS DATING A GIRLY AND MAKEUP OBSESSED GIRLFRIEND!

he would love it omg

he would watch you as you get ready and put make up on

he's really impressed

he's also curious and would look closely to try to understand how you manage to do that

would blush so hard if you ask him to do his makeup

he would love eyeliner on him like under his eyes smudged??? aaah

he would be so proud of you i swear

also if you need anything, he's there

clasping your necklace? he's there

need to clean the smudges of your mascara? he's there

you don't know where you've put the dress you wanted to put on? he's there.

i think he would love to gift you clothes

just to see the excitement on your face

if someone dares to make fun of you for having "too much" makeup or a bullshit like this he's reading to fight (i see him like sam ready to fistfight aragorn in lotr lmaoo)

he adores you so much omg <33

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[danicadenniss]

DreamWorks Trolls

Branch: Troll Of The Wildglade

Chapter 3: Branch Meet Poppy

In the Trolls Brotherhood AU, the brothers grew up, Spruce became a blacksmith and a father who got married and had 11 children, his wife is pregnant, Poppy as the village grump, Branch became a strong adult.

-20 Years Later-

Years had passed since then and Branch grew up into fine, handsome and strong adult. He wore a brown patched up pants, he wear a leafy green vest with it, a blue dragon scales bracelet and necklace on it, given to him by his dragon friend named Sky. It has been 20 years since his father's sacrifice and now Branch had reached the age of 20 and has become more mature, responsible, cautious, but as usual, he still have some faults. He can still be quite naive and his curiosity can get the best of him. But he's loved by everyone by the clan for his heart and fairness.

John Dory became a second captain, his hair got shaved in the back and the sides, he wear a brown leather jacket with a white and dark brown spotted fur collar, green pants that go to his knee and signature green skiing goggles with a pink lenses.

Spruce became a blacksmith, he wear a necklace around his neck, black loose shirt, and white pants with styled back hair, he is the second taller and he has a plump face and body, and his lost physical fitness and still attractive. He got married with his wife Brandy who is a Vacay Islander, as she is pregnant with her baby. He has a daughter and 11 sons.

Floyd became a swordsmen, his became dark magenta pink, and twisted around his head partly covers his face. He is shirtless, as he wore a black ripped shorts with a black belt around his waist and a black stud earring, he have a black tattoo of his father Thorn on his upper back, he having shy and meek personality.

Over the years, Ivy and Rosiepuff have grown as well. Ivy's had a light grayish pink streaks and some wrinkles, but she is a grandmother of Spruce's 11 kids but Alder help watch over the clan. Rosiepuff grew wiser and also gain various white streaks, but she's young at heart, at least that's what Branch like to says. Ivy proudly decided to step down and gave their father's leaders to Branch.

Branch: Let's go, bud! Sky took up, spreading his wings gallantly. As they headed towards some trees, Branch saw several of his handmade targets that he had set of arrows. Pulling back his bowstring, he fired and hit a perfect bullseye. Branch hit perfect bullseyes on each and every one. Sometimes he would hit one target with two arrows after another just for the fun of it.

Branch: Great work, Sky. Now let's pick up some speed!

Sky didn't hesitate and the two of them flew like a rocket. Flying across the valley, they passed mountains, and even some creeks on the way. Branch held on to his friend tightly but would let go of hold, spreads his arms out and shouts of joy as he felt the breeze through the air. It wasn't long when the two of them reached whooped happily.

Branch: That was great, my friend. Never cease to amaze me. (Floyd walked to them and saw taught, he smiled proudly)

Floyd: Bro! This is amazing! How did you do this?

Branch: Floyd, like our father before me, I'll becoming a leader of the Glade Clan and with that honor, came responsibility. (A sudden growl had alarmed them, they turned and saw John Dory running in horror)

John Dory: Bros! Come quick!

Floyd: What is it, John?

John Dory: A purma is gonna to kill the trollings. But we got to warn the whole clan, right now.

They look and saw a Purma creeping into the bushes. Purma are feline creatures that resembles a mountain lion, only they have purple fur with red spots, white underbelly and long tails. They are dangerous considering they are ambush predators, taking their prey when they least expect it. Branch set his eyes onto three trollings playing on the soft grassy away from the clan that were located on top of a hill having picnics and fun together. The clan was too far and busy the danger the children were in. Ignacio Carapax became older, he wear a khaki hat, a black collared button up shirt, dark brown cargo pants with gray belt around his waist and tan combat boots, he patting it's head, as smells.

Ignacio Carapax: (smiled evilly) Ahh, trollings I got to tell Reyes about we'll hunting today, now my pet! I want you to grabbed the trolls and bring them to me. (Purma run to the grass, with an evil laugh)

Bounty Troll Hunters #4: We almost got them now!

Taking action, the brothers quickly warned their clan and the trollings.

Branch: BOUNTY HUNTERS! PURMA! RUN!

The clan raised their heads in alarm, including Ivy, Alder and Rosiepuff who became alert of the situation. A few seconds later, Purma jumped out of bushes, heading towards to the children. The three kid gasped and ran away with the Purma chasing after them. Ignacio walked out of the tent with the other hunters are watching them, as they ran, Harper suddenly tripped and fell. The Purma pounced towards her, Arthur Slugworth walked toward her with a butterfly net.

Arthur Slugworth: Little trolling is scared of my butterfly net, and you can't escape from the hunters.

He looked at an arrow suddenly landed between them, preventing him and the beast from hunting Harper. At the moment, Floyd jumps in to save Harper from getting caught by him.

Floyd: Run, Harper!

Spruce: John, what is your plan (threw a rope at Arthur Slugworth's feet as tripped and fell down to the grass and his butterfly net, the Purma whipped it's tail at them) Ow!

John Dory: Ow!

She didn't hesitate to quickly got back on her feet and safely run towards the clan as the Purma focused on Branch. Branch stood definitely with a loaded arrows at the Purma. John and Spruce got up, they got his dagger and his spear. Floyd got his sword fighting against the Purma. The animal attacks with it claws, but Branch rolled away and shot an arrow at it, grazing the cheek. It started to ran off. Thinking he had scared off. The brothers relaxed a little, only to hear warning shouts from the clan.

Ivy and Rosiepuff: Boys, look out!

Brandy: Behind you four!

The brothers heard him and looked back. The Purma pounced behind them pinning him down John, Spruce, Floyd and Branch immediately started to started to try to shove him, using his bow to prevent its fangs and claws from getting to him. Nothing a big stone near them, Branch then thought of an idea. The brothers stretching their hairs, they grabs the Purma's tail, twirled him around and threw it against the stone, hard towards Arthur Slugworth's lap.

Arthur Slugworth: Oof! Don't just stand there! Gets those little creatures! Not me! Not me! Why!

John slashed it tail back, Spruce and Floyd stabbed it's underbelly and pulled out, the beast roared in pain and panicked when Arthur got up and ran away from them, when Branch loaded an arrow at his face for the finishing blow, only for it to fire near its face, giving it a warning to stay away.

Branch: Never come back! (Glared and the Purma rose and ran away with Branch in pursuit. Shouted) Get out of here! Nobody gets hunt on our watch. (Snort and then he and the brothers smiled victoriously.)

The Purma screeched and disappeared into the woods.

Ignacio Carapax: What! NOOOOOOOO! (growled angrily)

Bounty Troll Hunters #4: It's no use, we most go back to the village now. Madame, we explained to ourselves.

They turned back and the whole clan ran to them happily.

Alder: You boys, were amazing! (Rosiepuff and Ivy ran to hug them)

Rosiepuff: (checked all over them) are you boys alright? No scratches or bruises?

Branch: (chuckled) We're fine, Grandma,

John Dory: We're heroes!

Rusty: That was amazing!

The purple trolling: We are now!

Harper came to them and hugged them gratefully.

Harper: Thank you for saving us, my heroes!

Floyd: My pleasure, Harper!

John Dory and Spruce: You're welcome!

Branch: Anytime, Harper.

They looked around, being surrounded by their trolls, all of them cheering and congratulating them on their heroic rescue. The brothers felt proud of themselves. Including a grayish pink troll clapped to them. She was walking in the village carrying sticks with her bare hands, she looked around the forest, and she met Branch. She rarely ever sing again because of her sister's disappearance, she's always depressed with emotions, excluding happiness.

Grayish pink troll: Bravo, Branch, what do you want? That's cat is looked scary. Huh? In my bunker, it wrote Your NOT welcome here. The hunters almost captured my sister, 20 years ago.

Branch: Poppy! We defeat the Purma, Alder want to keep the villagers safe from bounty hunters.

Poppy: What's the hell, are you talking about? But thank you, Branch. My mother died from her natural cause of illness, 10 years ago, since I was 10 years old and I miss her so much.

Branch: Sorry to hear about this, (sobbing) I kept having nightmare, since Clay's disappearance along with your sister during the fire cause explosion, in the forest, since father sacrifice himself to stop the hunter's leader as he burned to ashes, heard his last words until he died, since I was six months old. I will take his place as a new leader of Glade Clan. (Wiped his eyes trying stop his tears from flowing) He is in my heart.

Poppy: One day, you're going to be leader, I'm going back to my bunker. (She walked away from him and going back to her bunker.)

After finally reaching their home, They saw Rosiepuff serving some tea for herself and Ivy whom tell to Spruce's kids a story about her husband's sacrifice himself to save them from hunters during the fire cause explosion in the forest. When she saw the br, they walked towards them as they shared a hug together.

Branch: We love you, Mom, we love Grandma.

Ivy: We love you boys too! Sweeties. Your father would be so proud of you boys and so are we forever. (Made a candlelight vegil for her husband's sacrifice in the picture frame) I hope Clay will be okay.

Branch: Good night, brothers. Good night, mother.

Ivy: Good night, boys.

Floyd: Good night, bro.

Spruce: Night, brothers. (Yawned)

John Dory: G' Night, brothers. (As they watched Branch leave)

He walked out the pod and climbed towards a branch where he not only could see the Wildglades, but also the clear, starry night sky. Clutching his necklace, he stared at the night sky.

Branch: Dad, I know you're out there somewhere watching over us. I never knew that someone like me could be a hero as well as a leader until today. My brothers and I are heroes, even though I'm doing fine, I still miss you a lot. You must be so proud of me and my brothers, but I have a feeling that you always will be. I see a grayish pink troll who's live in her bunker, she looked very depressed without her happiness. I will always remember you and love you for all time. (wiped his eyes, trying to stop his tears from flowing.)

He smiled as much as a troll could as he watched a shooting star streaming across the sky above him.

Fun Fact: The Purma was inspiration for the cougar scene. Poppy as an over cautious, unpleasant and cynical princess who hates singing, dancing, hugging and music, after she turned gray due to her mother's death just like Branch in the first movie. Protect The Wildlife from hunting them, then I donate for Night To Shine next month.

[dulltoned]

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven

It's dark. Not in the way that's familiar like the dreary shadows of the bunker. He knows that darkness, those shadows that he wraps himself up in like a blanket. No, rather, it's dark like he's lost. Dark like when he'd wandered into the forest when he was a trolling and he had no one to come look for him so he'd stumbled hopelessly through the pitch black praying that he'd find his way home. It's dark and he can't remember why.

He doesn't call out or feel around for someone else. He's not an idiot. He knows that more likely than not he was alone. He wouldn’t dare alert anything that could be out here. Instead he carefully moves forward, arm extended in front of him in hopes to keep himself from stumbling into anything while his feet silently drag across the floor to prevent himself from tripping. It's slow progress but no matter how far he goes nothing changes. The floor is rough but even beneath him and he doesn't run into anything. Not a wall or a tree or even a table. It's like the world itself has disappeared and left him behind in its shadow.

Despite that he feels strangely calm. There's no panic rushing through his veins or anxiety clogging his mind. He just moves slowly and silently through the darkness like something will change. It doesn't. Not until it does.

A long stretch away a ball of light is birthed into existence. It doesn't come into view or appear from around some invisible corner. It simply just is in the same way that before it simply wasn't. He startles at the small ball of orange and yellow flickering a forever away. At this pace he'll never reach the pinprick of fire dancing slowly closer but he was far too cautious to just make a run for it. The burst of flame was all there was. It didn't illuminate a world he couldn't see. It just sat in the center of the black, its glow absorbed into the vacuum of nothingness that consumed everything.

"Branch?" Poppy? "Branch where are you?" She sounds worried. Scared. There's a tremor in her voice that shouldn't ever be there and it sends a spike of ice through his chest.

"Here!" He calls, looking around frantically like suddenly he'd finally be able to see. Poppy broke his calm. The false sense of ease he'd felt was ripped away from him in a moment and suddenly he could feel his heart pounding a desperate rhythm in his chest and anxiety curled around his ribs and squeezed the air from his lungs. "Poppy, where are you?" He screams into the void but there's nothing there. Nothing but the fire. He throws caution to the wind and runs for it.

"Branch?" She sounds so small, so meek. She sounds so close but she's nowhere to be found. The fire, the light, it's his only hope. "Branch!"

"I'm coming!" He's trying, please, he's trying. "Just stay where you are!" She doesn't respond, just sobs, and he can't breathe. She's crying, she's scared, he can't find her. He's supposed to protect her. He's getting closer. The small speck of light is growing alarmingly fast. The fire has to be gigantic, a large ball of flame at least four times the size of him. "Poppy, please." He begs. He's still not close enough. He's still too far.

"Branch?" His heart stutters and stops and lurches into his throat. That's not fair, this isn't fair-- "I don't know where I am." Floyd. Floyd's here. Why are they here? Where are they? What is this?

"I'm coming," He swears. He's getting closer, the fire is almost as bright as the sun and somehow there's still nothing but darkness. There's no warmth, no heat, only all-consuming shadow. He feels the weight of it now. It presses in on him and slows him down. "Just wait for me."

"You're taking too long," John Dory. No. No no. He's coming. He's moving as fast as he can. "We can't wait forever." His voice is unsteady, eager to escape the unknown that makes him uncomfortable. The knee-jerk reaction to get away before something terrible could catch up to him.

"I'm almost there," He promises. He lies. He doesn't know where they are. He doesn’t know where he is, either. He can't lose them. He can't lose her. "Just wait for me."

"We're waiting," Bruce's soothing voice cuts in. He sounds sad. Patient and bittersweet and it feels dismissive.

They're lost. They're scared. They're asking for him, searching for him, and he can't find them. The fire is there. It's right there. It's the only beacon in this terrible, vacant nothingness. He's getting close enough that he can see it's raised high in the air. He has to look up now to keep it in his sight.

"Come on, Branch, you can do this," Clay urges, using his anxiety to fuel his support. He can imagine the green-haired troll wringing his hands together and he wishes that he could see it. He wants to see them. Please. He can find them, he can do this, please--

The ball of light is directly above him now and he cranes his neck to look up at it. "I'm here," he breathes, panting less from exertion and more from the weight of emotion crushing his chest.

"Branch?" Poppy whimpers. The light goes out and he's plunged into the suffocating nothing--

Branch jerks awake, eyes snapping open as he scrambles up against his headboard. His chest is heaving with each breath and panic courses cold through his veins. A dream. Of course it was just a dream, it was unrealistic and ridiculous and… haunting. It couldn't have been anything other than a nightmare but he can still hear the tremor in Poppy's voice and JD's false bravado and when he looks down at his paws cupped in his lap he can see them shaking even in the low light. Damn it. He really figured he'd be better by now. At least about this. He'd been riddled with nightmares most of his life, ever since Grandma Rosiepuff died, but he'd gotten better after he got his colors back. Until his brothers started staying with him at least.

The dreams had started back up with a vengeance after that. Some of them were completely unrelated, the Bergens betraying them or Poppy's bubbly friends ridiculing him again, but some of them hammered home just how deep his issues ran. Sometimes it was his brothers sitting him down and explaining in painful detail how the band breaking up had been his fault. Other times it was waking up to the bunker empty and all of his brothers nowhere to be found. Every once in a while the dreams would twist and morph into something unreal but no less painful, like it had tonight. Usually those ones are easier to brush off. They should be easy to pick apart and see for what they were: fake. He couldn't make rhyme or reason of the nightmare that's left him drenched in sweat and trembling like a leaf in his bed. It's infuriating that something so fantastical could shake him to his core. Sitting here alone in his room he can admit to himself that he was still scared. The terror lingered heavy over his head and he pressed his back harder against the headboard like it could protect him from some unknown evil trying to sneak up on him. He felt pitifully unsafe in his own home and the shadows he usually found soothing were quickly becoming oppressive.

Branch leaped from his bed and turned on his bedside lamp, taking a few grounding breaths when the warm glow gently spread across the room. He needed to calm down. He was fine. The others were fine. With the darkness pushed away he feels a little more at ease but his chest still feels tight and there's still a chill between his shoulder blades. He's still pitifully, achingly afraid.

Running a hand down his face and counting slowly to ten in his head he makes for the door. Always, without fail, he was the last up and the first awake. He hated the idea of being caught off guard, especially in his own home, and the constant hypervigilance kept him up and focused until he just couldn't be anymore. Ever since his brothers came back into his life he'd gotten maybe five hours of sleep every night, rarely uninterrupted. He didn't mind the routine but there was an exhaustion in his day-to-day that hadn't been there before. It was starting to catch up to him, his energy and focus were waning more often than not, but at least he knew with a fair amount of certainty that no one else was awake at this hour.

He steps silently out into the open space of the bunker and moves swiftly towards the stairs. He doesn't want to make any noise and wake anyone up so he avoids both the elevator and the lights despite how his anxious mind insists that the darkness is nipping at his heels, eagerly reaching out to drag him away from the light--

He makes it to the kitchen faster than he should have.

He speed walks down the hallway and flips on the light the second he crosses the threshold, bracing his hands on the table the moment he's close enough and just taking a few minutes to breathe. His whole body is wracked with fine tremors and his knees feel weak. You're fine, He seethes to himself, Get it together. His heart is racing beneath his ribs and he feels like it's only moments away from bursting. He pries his fingers off the edge of the table and forces himself to take measured steps over to his fridge. You're fine, he insists as he sifts through the bottles and jars tucked into the fridge door, You're fine, he chants as he selects a bottle of homemade strawberry milk Poppy had gifted him.

He lets the fridge door swing shut behind him and turns on his heel to grab a mug from the cupboard. He pointedly ignores how the bottle visibly shakes in his grip and grits his teeth when his fingers clumsily miss the handle of the mug the first few times he tries to grab it. His heart stutters and stops and aches sharply and he's fine. He snatches the cup with a violent anger that's stirring to life deep in his stomach and slams it onto the counter. Immediately he winces, cringing at the loud sound that echoes ruthlessly through the space, and when he places the bottle down beside the mug it's with a much lighter hand. He goes through the motions subconsciously, grabbing a small pot from a cabinet and pouring a generous amount of milk into it before placing it on the stove. He barely even registers that he's turned the stove on, staring blankly into his empty cup and wondering if it would be overstepping some unspoken boundary if he were to show up at Poppy's pod right now. Maybe, if he was quiet enough, he could slip unnoticed into his brothers' rooms and make sure that they were okay. Assure himself that, against all odds, they were still here. He knows it's a ridiculous fear, they were adults and they all seemed fairly happy with the arrangement, but a small part of him pleads with him to check anyway. A terrifying what-if that persists despite his best efforts to squash it with logical thinking.

He startles from his stupor when the milk boils over, hissing and spitting when the liquid dribbles into the flame. He scrambles to turn off the stove and pull the pot away from the heat, sucking in a sharp breath when the milk almost sloshes over the side in his rush to avoid making a bigger mess. Like he hadn't already been on edge before. He quickly goes about pouring his drink into his cup and setting the pot into the empty sink to cool. Haphazard clean-up complete he gently cradles his warm drink in his hands. Immediately the warmth seeping from the mug begins to soothe his nerves and a trembling sigh falls from his lips. It's a small comfort, one that does very little to calm his heart or stop the tremors wracking his body, but he's never been one to take the small things for granted. He hadn't been for a long, long time.

You're fine, he closes his eyes, focusing on the weight of the mug in his paws. You're fine, you're fine, you're fine, he chants it like a mantra inside his head. The shaking doesn't lessen. His chest still aches. He still feels like he can barely breathe and his heart is desperate to escape. You're fine, he tries in vain to convince himself, messily leaning back against the counter and sliding down until he's curled up on the floor. You're fine. They're fine, it was just a stupid dream. Nothing happened, no one left, they're all still here, His thoughts sound desperate even to himself, he knows that he's working himself up but he's helpless to stop himself from spiraling.

He sets the mug aside before he spills the scalding drink and instead wraps his arms tight around himself, drawing his legs up to his chest and burying his face into his knees. "You're okay," He chokes out just to fill the silence. His voice is strained and choked and his breath is warm against his face, "You're okay." It sounds like an empty promise, one he's tried to keep for decades. He thought he'd gotten better. Maybe he had just gotten better at fooling himself. He sobs, clenching his jaw in a futile attempt to keep his cries at bay. His eyes burn and he squeezes them shut like that would make the tears go away. "You're okay," He pleads, arms tightening around himself in a poor imitation of a hug. What's wrong with him? Why is he like this? It was just a dream, he knows that!

Another cry bursts from his lips and he gives in. He shakes apart on the kitchen floor, muffles whimpers into his arms and jerks with silent, full-body sobs that leave him gasping for air. He tugs at his hair and bites his lips to keep quiet and he falls apart because he can't possibly keep himself together anymore. Instead of some sort of catharsis, he only feels worse. He feels tired and broken and still so agonizingly frightened. He feels like he's lost himself to these empty rooms, like they've gutted him and left him hollow and alone. He cries and cries and cries and all he feels is empty and haunted. Alone, the way he's always been. Branch doesn't move for a long, long time. When he finally uncurls and peels himself off the floor he picks up his mug long gone cold and dumps the milk down the drain.  

[jeiceys-dead-poets-hcs]

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Love Songs You’d Catch Them Singing

i’m in a very musical mood today so don’t mind me-

also kind of an x reader- feast children

Neil Perry:

Honey, Honey by ABBA. What do we expect from a musical theatre nerd? Mama Mia! gives him all the dopamine.

Butterfly’s Repose by Zabawa. A little more of an emotional one, but I think it would just enclose how much you really mean to his big ol’ heart.

Always Forever by Cults. You’re all he needs, and he listens to anything to remind both of you about that fact.

He’d probably commonly have Big Black Car by Gregory Alan Isokov stuck in his head, too. Reminds him of how lucky he is to have you.

Todd Anderson:

I Hear a Symphony by Cody Fry. You can’t tell me this man doesn’t have pipes when he thinks he’s alone.

Love Like You by Rebecca Sugar. He always wants to learn to be like his partner, somebody he looks up to the most.

Home by Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros. Come on, he would even write the words “home is whenever I’m with you” in his letters to you.

He could also probably recite the whole talking interlude for you if you really convinced him.

Charlie Dalton:

A little more cliché, but, it’s Charlie we’re talking about. He absolutely adores listening to Your Song while fantasizing about having a dance with you.

come into my arms by November Ultra. Something tells me he loves slow, almost jazzy songs. What can we expect from a sax player?

Speaking of jazzy, how could we forget Dream a Little Dream of Me by Doris Day? That song always makes him want to envelop you in his arms and just sway around the room.

Steven Meeks:

Heart Like Yours by Williamette Stone. I feel like he wouldn’t be used to having a partner, but he reassures that he’s ready for anything with you. Hence the lyrics.

Mystery by Matt Maltese. Honestly, some of the lyrics don’t make sense to him, either. He just likes the phrase “I would pick you 10 out of 9 times.”

The Most Beautiful Thing by Bruno Major. He loves reminiscing about how he met you, when he met you, and any other possibilities of how how you guys could’ve ran into each other. He remembers the day vividly.

Gerard Pitts:

Melody Noir by Patrick Watson. He loves the mysterious undertone. It reminds him of trying to figure you out before you guys started dating. He loved the adventure.

A classic Disney song, So This Is Love. He dreams of doing it as a duet with you just in the middle of the night with you.

Like Real People Do by Hozier. With a low voice like his singing such a nice song like that? It could most likely put anybody to sleep.

Like- he could probably be a bass if he really tried.

Knox Overstreet:

Marry You by Bruno Mars. Simple man, simple, but effective song for a relationship.

So Will I by Ben Platt. He’s always there to reassure you that no matter what you experience, what hardships you retain within your life, he will go with you.

Two by Sleeping At Last. Knox always makes sure you’re well taken care of, happy, and healthy.

Richard Cameron:

Satellite by Ben Abraham. I feel like he would be rather sweet to you. Reassuring you that he will be your rock, even if he doesn’t understand. He’ll be your satellite to watch over you.

To be a little silly, and a little cliché, I feel like he would willingly sing A Teenager In Love by Dion & The Belmonts. Just a cute little song to sing and dance with you to and let loose.

He would definitely enjoy Head Over Heels by Tears For Fears. Just a song that reminds him of when you guys first met, and how desperate he was to actually talk to you.

[iliveformanyfictionalcharacters]

Bee’s Masterlist

Last Updated - 10/14/23

Supernatural 

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Fire and Fear -  Sam has awful nightmares about Jess and Dean is there to help. (Angst)

Castiel

Jack Kline (Platonic)

Gabriel

Rowena Mcleod

Crowley

Benny

Andy

Multiple

Criminal Minds 

Aaron Hotchner

Spencer Reid

Penelope Garcia

Derek Morgan

Emily Prentiss

Multiple

Harry Potter

Young Sirius Black 

Young Remus Lupin 

Young James Potter 

Cedric Diggory 

Hermione Granger 

Neville Longbottom 

Luna Lovegood 

Draco Malfoy 

Harry Potter 

Fred Weasley 

George Weasley 

Ron Weasley 

Oliver Wood

Multiple

Confessions Of Love - Small stories about you confessing your love for HP characters. (Fluff)

The Walking Dead

Rick Grimes

Daryl Dixon

Death - The Greene Family farm was a miracle to everyone. Except for one person.(Angst)

Glenn Rhee

Multiple

Pirates Of The Caribbean

Jack Sparrow

Will Turner

Multiple

American Horror Story

Tate Langdon 

Violet Harmon 

Kit Walker 

Lana Winters 

Cordelia Foxx 

Kyle Spencer 

Misty Day 

Zoe Benson 

Blushing Butterflies -Zoe and the reader have massive crushes on each other, only Zoe doesn’t realize it because of the readers calm nature. (Fluff)

Jimmy Darling 

James March 

Elizabeth 

Multiple

The Hobbit/LOTR

Thorin Oakenshield 

Kili Durin 

Fili Durin 

Bofur 

Bombur 

Bifur 

Dwalin 

Balin 

Oin 

Gloin 

Ori 

Dori 

Nori 

Bilbo Baggins 

Samwise Gamgee 

Frodo 

Merry 

Elrond 

Legolas Greenleaf 

Tauriel 

Multiple

HOO Books!Percy Jackson

Percy Jackson 

Grover Underwood 

Annabeth Chase 

Hazel Levesque

Jason Grace 

Leo Valdez 

Piper McLean 

Frank Zhang 

Nico Di Angelo (Platonic) 

Multiple

Marvel

Tony Stark 

Steve Rogers 

Bucky Barnes 

Wanda Maximoff 

Pietro Maximoff 

Thor 

Loki 

Jack Thompson 

Peggy Carter

Daniel Sousa

Howard Stark

Natasha Romanoff 

Clint Barton 

Sam Wilson 

Bruce Banner 

Peter Parker 

Multiple

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington 

Eddie Munson 

Robin Buckley 

Nancy Wheeler 

Lucas Sinclair 

Erica Sinclair (Platonic) 

Mike Wheeler 

Dustin Henderson 

Gareth Emerson 

Jonathan Byers 

Argyle 

Multiple

Horror

Paul 

David 

Dwayne 

Marko 

Michael Emerson 

Michael Myers

Bo Sinclair 

Flowers -  Giving Bo the flowers you picked. (Fluff)

Vincent Sinclair 

Lester Sinclair 

Bubba Sawyer 

Disabled S/0 - Bubba Sawyer with a S/O who uses a cane. (Fluff)

Nubbins Sawyer 

Choptop Sawyer 

Thomas Hewitt 

Patrick Hocksetter 

Henry Bowers 

Victor Criss 

Reggie Huggins 

Losers Club (Platonic) 

Norman Bates

Billy Loomis 

Stu Macher 

Spooky Lovers - Just two people confessing their love during the spooky season (Fluff)

Randy Meeks 

Tatum Riley 

Brahms Heelshire

Billy Lenz

Tiffany Valentine

Carrie White

Multiple

Meetings - Meeting all the Lost Boys (Fluff)

Grease

Danny Zuko

Kenickie

Putzie

Fear - Putzie has a nightmare and Danny gets worried. Platonic or Romantic; your choice.(Fluff)

Fever - Putzie is extremely sick and after trying to tough it out he seeks help from Danny and Sandy.(Fluff)

Date? - Putzie gets help from his friends to ask out his crush.(Fluff)

The Sting In His Heart 1/2 - Putzie’s been bullied his entire life, it’s been getting worse and worse with every school year. But now that he has four overprotective friends on his side, what's going to happen to those bullies? (Angst)

Blurb - (Fluff)

Doody

Sunny

Multiple

[kissingagrumpygiant]

I think also the vibes of solas and cullen's respective romances are different. sure, cullen has a couple of sweet moments in his overall romance but he's always posited as a golden child with no flaws (despite his many flaws) and it's all hunky-dory. solas' romance paints him as this pretty flawed dude! he's weirdly secretive and distant at times, he acts meek sometimes and blisters with rage at others. the things he says don't always match up and the trespasser reveal is the start of understanding why.

cullen is fairly simple to understand. he has some complexity but it is mostly an open-and-shut case and once you've finished his romance/storyline, you can mostly understand him. not so much with solas, he's so squirrelly and contradictory. he knows he shouldn't be getting in a relationship, but he does it anyway. he knows you'll be his enemy one day but he'll still stop your arm from wrecking you so you can talk one last time even though it could potentially give you time to attack (which if you have low approval with him and do try to attack, he immediately stops you by influencing the anchor but still).

he's not even ugly, he's just bald 😭he's a bald little dude who says he's turned his back on the world but when the inquisitor reaches out a hand, he takes it!! anyway I'm completely normal about solas.

its about the character study its about the Layers its about the complexity of a hypocrite who at his very core cares for others so much its his driving motivation from thousands of years ago but his pride is too much to admit he made a passing judgment, a mistake, and now he refuses to back down from his original plan its about how he now gave his whole heart to another person who isnt his people and now he has TO DEAL WITH IT, and hes gonna have to hurt them to reach his goals but he still cares and hes not like coryphaeus as he tells himself as he tries one last time to help the inquisition by tripping the qunari spy network because he CARES and he recognizes somewhere deep in himself these are his people too and he cant ever really turn his back on lavellan bc he still visits their dreams

[seraph-draws-stuff]

from the confines of my brain

[clownsy-marlin]

Dory blinked awake quietly as she looked at her surroundings. It wasn't a scary dream- well it was one. But it was a different sort of scary. Not the kind where the monsters jumped out to scare you.

It was the bad dream that made her want to cry. She didn't have those often, that she remembered.

The blue tang shakily took a few breaths to calm herself.... But nothing seemed to work. She felt alone, and scared..... Until she spotted the anemone oh so close.

She stared at it for a few seconds before slowly swimming up to it. "Marlin?"

Yet another sleepless night. It hasn’t been that bad lately, but tonight was just not his night. If only fish knew what insomnia was…

He was about to try to fall asleep for the hundredth time when he heard a meek, quiet voice. It almost sounded like…

“Dory? Is that you?” He asked, peaking his head out of his anemone home. Immediately, Marlin’s guard went up. This wasn’t the first time Dory’s come to them in the middle of the night, but this seemed different. “What are you doing out so late? Did something happen??”

[masivechaos]

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“I won’t make it,” you groaned as your head fell against the desk.

Next to you, Steven looked up from his paper sheet “Don’t say that…” he said, peeping at the notes you were reading a couple minutes ago.

You let out a long sigh “It’s true though! My brain doesn’t want to retain anything! I keep reading and reading and urgh… still nothing…” Your annoyance was quickly turning into anguish. Finals revision weeks were already so stressful but even more when your mind was refusing to cooperate.

“Maybe your need a break…” Steven said as he discreetly reorganised your messily displayed notes.

You huffed. It was your own brain and yet you still struggled to understand it. “No! Finals are in less than two weeks and I feel like I haven’t done anything…” Panic could be heard in your voice.

Steven took a proper look at your notebook “Your notes are messy…” he commented. He wasn’t meaning it as a criticism, he was just saying what he thought.

“I know…”

“Take these,” he said as he handed his own notes.

“But… you need them,” you said as you shied away when his hands brushed yours. 

Steven offered you a soft smile. “Don’t worry, I’ll study something else.”

The silence settled again as you both came back to studying. Having Steven’s notes might have helped you a bit but there were still things you didn’t understand. You turned your head and observed Steven as he worked. He looked so focused- and so pretty- you could only stay still for a few minutes, watching him carefully as he pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Feeling your eyes on him, Steven turned to look at you, a smile finding its way on his lips “You need help for something?” 

“Um… Well, I started studying trig- because apparently, my head decided not to retain any history- and there’s a thing I didn’t understand. Can you help me maybe?”

He knew you didn’t like asking for help, it made you feel like a weak child that couldn’t do anything with their two hands, and therefore he understood the effort it took you to do it. Most of the time, you would only come to him before an important exam when you already spent hours trying to understand and that many tears had already fallen on your cheeks.

He smiled at you as he put aside his own work “Sure, love.” It wasn’t the first time he called you that, he already let it slip out of his mouth a few times but it still made your stomach twirl inside your body.

He took his time with you, making sure you understood everything, even when sometimes you said “Yeah, I get it” after he asked you if you were done with a subject because you were worried you were bothering him, he could feel your lie and he would continue to explain.

After what felt like hours, you finally understood “Thank you so much,” you said, reassured.

“You’re feeling a little better?” he asked. You had to admit you felt more confident now thanks to him.

You let out a relieved sigh “Yeah, thank you, genius”. Steven let out a quiet chuckle at your comment. Your eyebrows frowned in confusion when he started to put all the notes and books aside. “What are you doing?”

“You deserve a break, Y/n.” He got up, holding his hand out for you to take “Follow me! It’s not a thirty minutes break that’s going to make you fail. Plus- you’ll succeed I know it. There’s nothing to worry about.”

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[talesofpassingtime]

Well? I stand on platforms and make speeches— oh, very tactfully of course, saying that the colour bar is not in the best interests of all concerned, and gentle Jesus meek and mild wouldn’t have approved, because it’s more than my job is worth to say it’s inhuman and stinkingly immoral and the whites are damned to eternity for it.

— Doris Lessing, The Golden Notebook 

[recordstorepearlsarchived]

in dedication to the sunset echoes of tinsel bullets

excerpt from Anja Niemi's exhibition, She Would Have Been a Cowboy | New Normal by Caroline Polachek | Calamity Jane | The Quick and the Dead | intertitle from Easy Virtue | Meek's Cutoff

[seraph-draws-stuff]

diversity win! the deranged man who hangs out with a semi-verbal teenager is aroace!

dialogue:

panel 1:

dory: hey, murdock?

murdock: hm?

panel 2:

dory, off screen: have you ever been in love?

panel 3:

dory and murdock: ...

panel 4:

murdock: ...no.

panel 5:

dory: hrm.

panel 6:

dory: do you want to be one day?

panel 7:

murdock: No.

[comicsiswild]

Plastic Man (2018) #2