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Hello Anon!! Thank you for your prompt ❤️ I absolutely love Groppy, but I have such a hard time writing it, sadly 😅 I used your prompt to try and help me get over a bit of writers block I'm currently suffering from, so hopefully it makes muster! It's short, but sweet! Enjoy~

It was the anniversary. Branch never forgot. How could he? After all, he was the reason his grandmother was no longer alive.

Quietly, he walked through the woods, a small candle clutched in his hand to help guide his way in the early morning twilight, while a small satchel over his shoulder weighed him down. He never stayed close to the village on the anniversary, too worried that some other troll would come along and interrupt him. No, this was a sacred tradition he held with no one but himself, in the most secluded spot he could find, while remaining close enough to the village to stay safe.

Once he thought he was a decent enough distance from the village (even further out than the hole he'd begun digging for his bunker), he settled himself between the roots of a tree. Carefully, he dug into his satchel, pulling out a well loved picture frame first. He brushed his fingers against the frame reverently, before setting it carefully against the base of the tree, propped up so it was in no danger of toppling over. Next, he pulled a few books out, between the pages of which carefully pressed and preserved dried flowers had been stored, just for the occasion. He set the flowers gingerly around the photo, affixing one just so to the top right corner of the frame.

When he was finally satisfied with how the flowers were arranged, he shifted back, allowing just enough space to set the candle down without worry of setting the flowers on fire. He then set his hands on his knees and took a deep breath, before quietly murmuring, "Good morning, Grandma," into the crisp morning air.

He sat like that for a while, quietly conversing with the photo, explaining to the memory of his grandmother how his life was going, and apologizing for failing her, until the sun began to rise above the horizon and the flame of his candle guttered out against a cool breeze. He figured that was about his queue to pack up and leave, when he heard a twig snap in the underbrush not far from where he was sat.

Quickly, Branch stood up, pulling a sharply whittled stick from his hair, a snarl on his face as he brandished it. "Who's there?!" he all but snarled, hackles rising as the bush in front of him began to quake.

"Phew!" A bright pink head popped out form the bushes, small twigs and leaves caught and tangled between strands of hair, "There you are! Man, you are one tough troll to track down!"

Branch visibly deflated, his arms dropping to his sides as his posture relaxed. "Poppy? What are you doing out here?"

"Looking for you, silly!" Poppy chirped, turning to pull herself free from the bushes, and somehow managing to tear the bottom hem of her dress as it caught on a particularly stubborn bramble. She scowled at it for a moment, but otherwise did not let it dampen her chipper mood and bright smile.

Branch sniffed in an uninterested manner, tucking his stick back into his hair. "And, why exactly, were you looking for me?"

"Because! I have an invitation for you," Poppy said, digging into her hair before offering a thick piece of cardstock to Branch, which was absolutely covered in glitter.

"No, thank you," Branch grunted, nose wrinkled as he gingerly pushed Poppy's hand and glittery invitation away from his person.

"Awww, come on, Branch," Poppy sighed, wiggling the invitation at him, "It's not like you have anything better to do!"

"As I matter of fact, I do," Branch growled, folding his arms over his chest with a scowl.

"Oh, yeah? And what might that….be," Poppy trailed off as her gaze obviously caught on the flowers and picture frame set up amongst the roots of the tree they stood next to. Branch swallowed thickly as he immediately side stepped to try and block them from her view.

"None of your business," Branch ground out, even as Poppy shoved past him to get a better look at the make-shift shrine.

"Who is that?" Poppy asked, pointing at the picture as she turned her head to look at Branch, open curiosity on her face.

"My grandma," Branch bit out, already wishing this conversation was over and that Poppy would go about her marry way and leave him alone.

"Why do you have a photo of her, with all these dead flowers?" Poppy asked, an air of confused disgust as she said the word 'dead'.

"They're not dead! Well…I mean, they are. But they're pressed! It's a way to keep flowers so they don't get all rotten and gross," Branch huffed, bodily moving in front of Poppy again to try and push her away from the roots.

"Okay…but why do you have them all set up around a picture of your grandma?" Poppy continued, not seeming to be phased in the least as Branch shoved her backwards.

"Because she's dead!" he finally snapped loudly, giving Poppy a hard shove, which made her stumble backwards. She looked like she was in a bit of a stupor as Branch sucked in a deep breath to try and calm himself down. "She died, so I was…ugh. It's none of your business!" He turned away, hunching his shoulders around his ears as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Now, go away."

"Branch…" Poppy's voice was soft as she spoke, and Branch could hear the faint sounds of her foot steps in the grass as she approached again. He braced himself in preparation for her to try and hug him, only to let his shoulders drop in surprise as her footsteps continued past him. He turned his head to see what she was doing, about to snap at her to leave again, only to watch as she carefully knelt in front of the photo, patting down her skirt so it lay neatly over her lap.

"Hello, Mrs. Branch's grandma, Ma'am," Poppy said quietly to the photo, earning a surprised little sound from Branch. "You should know that your grandson is a really stubborn troll, who needs to learn to have fun once and a while."

At that Branch made an indignant sound and marched over to Poppy, dropping into a cross legged position next to her with a scowl on his face. "I do not! I have fun!"

"Digging holes in the dirt is not 'fun', Branch," Poppy scolded, though she didn't look up at him as she reached out to fix a couple of the flowers that had shifted in the morning breeze.

"It can be," Branch groused, almost sulking as Poppy chuckled quietly next to him.

"Sure it can. Anyway…It's nice to meet you. I'm Poppy," the pink troll offered, addressing the photo.

Branch watched as the princess began to speak animatedly to the photo, much as he'd been doing before she'd arrived. It surprised him a bit, that Poppy could so easily shift gears from trying to gang press him into going to a party, to quietly speaking to his grandmother's photo like she was right there. He supposed he wasn't the only troll who spoke to lost loved ones - he was just more private about it.

Poppy's rambling speech slowly seemed to come to an end after a few minutes, her final sentiment to Branch's grandmother being, "He's a good troll. I think he just needs to let loose a bit sometimes."

Branch snorted at the very idea, but couldn't help the small smile that curled his lips. He wasn't sure how, but Poppy managed to make his heart feel just a little bit lighter on a day that it was meant to feel heavy. And, perhaps, if he still had his colors, she would've made him shine just a little bit brighter.

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FLORA AND BIRCH!!! @em-doods

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colored some doodles before bed

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See hi-res version here: patreon.com/posts/57582523

An idea inspired by one of my favourite Japanese films, Linda Linda Linda and my love for listening to different genre covers for original songs! 

There is a music contest for the band who can perform in different genres from what they are familiar with. Demo is in there because headcanon: metal isn’t something he has dabbled in often. It also helps having some guide XD

The group was struggling to find their vocalist when they by chance discovered Synth has a very powerful metal scream. It takes a lot of convincing since rock/metal is a genre he doesn’t have confidence pulling off, but he ends up really getting into it.

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I like giving her cute outfits

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Been doodling a bit, still trying to nail down how to draw trolls. I saw someone posted the TBGO character sheet for Poppy, so I tried my hand at the style

I'm much happier with how Sky looks in this style. And I managed to actually make his hair look curly this time, lol

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Ye haw

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Poppy Von Schweetz...? I felt this combo i my soul tbh

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I don't know if you've already answered this, but how did Birch and Flora meet? I'd love to see a cute lil short explanation plus maybe a tiny doodle! Love uuuuu!!!

Birch and Flora met unexpectedly. While Birch was more adventurous and constantly outside traversing the tree and sometimes sneaking out, Flora was very sheltered and mostly stayed near her pod. She decided to read one of her books outside one day by chance and Birch accidentally ran into her while he was swinging around with his hair. (Imagine the weird hair physics the trolls have lol) I don’t think they would’ve ever crossed paths if that situation didn’t happen lol.

Birch all apologetic helped her and started small talk and for whatever reason Flora responded quite well despite her quiet and shy nature. From there their relationship began. Initially, Birch was always seeking her out because she really captivated him.

Lol poor flora

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Part 204 of my bakery “enemies” au!

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Another AU that has been knocking around my mind for a while XD I call it Moonlit AU

It can be summed as such: Pop Trolls are pretty wild bunch when it comes to looks, varying in colours, flocking/fur patterns, glitter, freckles, hair, you name it

It got me thinking, what sort of thing would they find attractive in prospective partner? While singing/harmonizing could be a part of it (and ngl, that did made me think of the Happy Feet movies, as silly as those were), my mind turned towards more physical attributes

Thus, this AU was born- where one of the reasons why Pop trolls like to be most active at night (to party) is that a Moon's Light also allows them to appreciate fur/flocking patterns otherwise hidden, where the complexity and style varies from troll to troll, as is thought to show one's inner self

Contrary to what one would expect from the Princess (and future Queen) of Pop, Poppy's patterns are rather simple- but striking nonetheless, firm and bold stripes, like taking a wide brush to a canvas- straightforward but chaotic in their hardly orderly fashion Poppy struts her patterns; they are unique and dominant among the general showing of swirls, polka dots and flower like spottings She is aware her stripes are not considered the most attractive of features- too similar to that of a predatory critter, too sharp for who is supposed to be cheerful queen of equally cheerful people- but she is a romantic at heart and believes that when it will be time to choose a consort, those physical features are surface-level importance at best, and this is the mentality she has going forward, looking at the glowing marks of her friends and considering them equally beautiful no matter what.

Until she manages to spot Branch one night outside under the full moon light that is.

Branch's pattern, in high contrast to Poppy, is far more complex. Symetrical but delicate in its filigree, and far more detailed than anything the Princess has ever seen before. Usually, Branch ventures out only on moonless nights, as he feels the glow of his marks are too visible, too dangerous to just show out and about, for every dangerous predator to see- and it is purely bad luck when bad weather caughts him outside longer than he would have liked, and Poppy manages to catch the sight of him while he is completely unaware he had been seen.

All her conviction flies right out of the window, as she looks at his delicate patterning and her mind just goes blank and - Oh

Usually she would have called out to him, ask him to come to a party- but she feels mesmerized, hypnotized by the elegance of the filigree, and her mind longs for a way to memorate it forever- with a photo, or a painting- and she stares at the entrance of his bunker long after he vanished inside, completely stupefied and wrong footed.

Before, Poppy hardly ever gave Branch a thought, when it came to this part of Pop Troll culture; as part of her, guiltily, sort of assumed that with his lack of colour, his patterning would be rather bland as well- and besides, it's not like he ever shown a desire to participate in courting dances.

But now she is left with sudden new, and unexpected feeling- her heart and breath going now a bit faster everytime she catches a glimpse of him from now on, her cheeks flushing and her tail wagging in excitement

(Her desk's drawer is filled with failed cut out scrapbook pieces of leaves and tiny detailed filigree, as she attempts to journal her sudden and new discover and cant get it quite right)

Tldr; Pop Trolls have fur/flocking patterns that appear only under the moon's light, and Poppy finds Branch's so irresistibly attractive she hardly knows what to do with herself

This pushes her to try and spend more time with him- just spend time with him, no trying to push him to go to parties with her or trying to get him to sing or hug

For his part, Branch is both secretly pleased his own crush is now paying more attention to him than to Creek (who is not happy with this development) but also holy shit Poppy is paying more attention to him, so it is kind of unnerving for him, freaking him out

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Was bored, drew some groppy

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I needed a better reference of these two. Birch and Flora, the brozone parents 💕

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Some sillies~

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John Dory and Branch

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a sketch of two guys who are totally gay and into eachother

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*hands you clay, molded to look like clay like a small child gifting you a play dough creation they made in the garage*

thank you i love it