#Rhonda's glasses

[rizumuj]

Remember when Hey Arnold had an episode satirizing the Montgomery Bus Boycotts?

#hey arnold #hey arnold! #Rhonda lloyd #Rhonda #Rhonda's glasses #bus boycott episode #iconic #we love satire #and metaphors #black history month

[jenhoneys]

sorry the adults sit like THIS and you want me to believe they're STRAIGHT?

#the closet is glass #this is mostly about rhonda and miss perumal because you can see the way they're sitting the most. lesbian activity. #look at miligan my little meow meow !! #also i love how they're all squished together in a teeny tiny corner when there are MULTIPLE chairs IN FRAME #it's very reminiscent of the kids and i love that sm #also rhonda calling her dipika implies there was a conversation had about that (unless i'm forgetting something which is just as likely) #and i'm tempted to write it #mbs spoilers #mysterious benedict society #rhonda kazembe #dipika perumal #zay speaks #shut up kiki

[sophieswundergarten]

Rhonda would be so good at bedazzling

#I think she and Constance would bond over it #Except Constance would use it for mischief #She creeps in one night and the next morning Sticky wakes up to find his glasses frames completely covered in rhinestones #the mysterious benedict society #mbs #rhonda kazembe #constance contraire

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

At First Sight 1

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

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

Part of The Club AU

You are so drunk. Not just tipsy, you are loaded. The lights glare fuzzily around you as bass thumps in the floor and into your body. As you sway and rock to the music, you barely remember where you, hardly recognise the faces of your own friends.

Rhonda is entwined with a guy, so close they may as well kiss, and Starla is just as shameless with the pretty redhead she pulled from across the floor. As usual, you're the odd one out, but you don't mind. You're having a blast. You're so blitzed, you can't be anything close to lonely.

You throw your arms up as your favourite Beyonce song blares on. Rhonda entangles herself with her boy toy completely, tongues desperately mashing together, and Starla has her arm over the redhead's shoulders as she points to the bar, walking in that direction. As you turn to watch her go, your back collides with another body.

Before you can apologise, two hips curl around your hips. You squirm, unused to touch. Insecure as even the large paws that have accosted you can't make you feel waifish like your gorgeous friends.

"Hey," the grizzly voice undercuts the music, "how ya doin', honeybee?"

You blink, clueless as to what to do. You look at Rhonda but she's consumed by her partner and Starla's still off getting a refill. You touch the man's wrist but quickly recoil. How do you do this?

"Honeybee?" You force your voice put to compete with the music.

"Mmm, yeah, you look sweet," he growls as he squeezes your hips tighter, pulling you back against him, "sorry, not mucha a dancer."

"Oh, um," you look up, trying to see him over your shoulder, "uh, me either."

"Look good to me," he counters as his hot breath seeps into your scalp and he inhales, as if catching your scent, "you smell sweet too, honeybee."

Your body is both alight with flames and stringent with ice. You try to sway but he's planted firmly. You gently touch his hand again, and manage to turn yourself to face him. His grip hovers on your hips.

"Should we start with names?" You smile shyly as you get a look at him. You're nervous as he peers back. You hope he's not disappointed.

"Mm, I like ya just as much from the front," he winks, "name's Sy."

"Sy," you repeat before you give your own name.

He's not bad on the eyes, tall, broad, and bright blue eyes. His beard's a bit thick for your liking but you’re not picky. You can't really be.

"You want another drink?" He offers as his hands run up to your waist and your catch them, squiriming.

"Sure," you accept, hoping to get at least a little space so you can get your head straight.

"Alright, honeybee," he purrs and draws his touch away, only to turn and put his hand on the small of your back, "you like the sweet drinks?"

"Uh, yeah, I don't mind cocktails," you agree, cringing at your own awkwardness.

"You're cute," he says as he urges you through the crowd, "I like that."

You stagger drunkenly but don't fall. You try to play off your little stumble and he slips his hand across your back to grip your waist and pull you closer.

As you near the bar, Starla detaches herself with a fresh drink of her own. She notices Sy and raises her brows before sticking out her tongue. Her other hand is around the redhead's as she tug her back toward the dancefloor.

The man easily bulls his way through the crowd around the bar and signals at the bartender. As she nears, he turns back to you.

"What d'ya want?" He asks.

"Rum and coke is fine," you answer with your default. Usually you just get whatever the others get.

He turns back and issues his order to the bartender. He waits, tapping his fingers on the leather trim until the drinks appear. He pays and says some unheard words to the bartender. He takes the glasses and turns, offering you the dark rum and coke.

Your stomach gurgles as you accept it. You only really get a free drink out of pity. One of Rhonda or Starla's hookups feel like they have to me nice to the 'other one'. More than the anxiety, the unreadiness, it's the alcohol already swishing around in your gut.

He sidles you along the bar to an empty space. He sips from a pint of amber bear, the foam sticking in his beard around his mouth. He wipes it away with the back of his hand.

"You from around here, honeybee?"

"Um, lived here a few years, yeah."

"Whatcha doin' in a place like this?"

You sip, more nervous than thirsty. Ugh, it's strong. He wouldn't order a double.

"We're just about to graduate," you chime brightly, happy to have something to talk about. "Yeah, fourth years over, exams are all done..."

"Smart girl," he remarks, eyes sparkling. “Bet ya can guess I'm a bit past all that.”

He brushes his hand over his beard, a few grays catching the lights as the change hues. He doesn't look that old. And you don't have to do anything more than talk to him. You're not the type to go home with a stranger. Not that you ever had the chance.

“I didn't– well, what do you do?” You ask evasively. You take another gulp.

“Military,” he answers bluntly, “can't say much more than that, ya know. Confidential stuff.”

“Oh,” you can't help your surprise. You feel even more out of your depth. “That's interesting.”

“Nah, sweet thing like you don't care about war stuff. Ugly business,” he dismisses, “how your drink then, honeybee?”

“Um,” you look down. It even smells strong. “It's good. Thank you.”

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

[jeroldff]

So part 2 is ready!!! 🎉🎉🎉

Part 1 is here! https://www.tumblr.com/jeroldff/736745779778207744/eh-i-love-glass-i-was-so-touched-by-this

P. S. I'm sorry if you find mistakes in the text of the comic (I'm just not an English-speaking person) 😭

While watching, I saw how they interact with each other.

( For example: When they step off the car into the abyss, they hold hands; when Velvet tries to catch crystal, Veneer catches her at the last moment so that she does not fall; During the whole performance they look at each other so happily (this is especially noticeable at Veneer); there on the red carpet, Veneer hides behind Velvet when Rhonda jumped out in front of them; Velvet takes her brother everywhere and always with her and the like....)

These small, at first glance inconspicuous details really touched me.🥺

They were always together and took care of each other.(Although it was shown in different ways).

Personally, I don't see Velvet as a soulless bitch and manipulator. She definitely loves him (maybe she just doesn't know how to show it correctly?)

In any case, their relationship is complicated and complicated. And I love them very much. 💓💓💓💓

And I don't understand those people who hate Velvet and turn Veneer into an unhappy kid who was almost beaten by his sister (he definitely understood what he was doing) Common Veneer literally said that he loved his sister and all that fame brought him was smothered with an emulsion, and then he threw out a jar of Floyd like some kind of empty thing, but at the end of the film he was ready to redeem himself.)

and such superficial ideas about them break my heart...💔💔

#trolls band together #velvet and veneer #velvet trolls #trolls veneer #trolls

[mikedfaist]

Love Will Tear Us Apart: I

It's 12:43 am but it is here, and my eyes are dry and burning. It got a little sloppy towards the end, but this is just for tumblr and nothing has to be perfect. Also I apologize it's so short; the other chapers will be longer!

Riff was fucked.

Tony had warned him. Ice – despite having seen you first – raised a hand to his friend’s shoulder with reluctance. Action sat complacent in the booth with a cigarette dangling precariously from his lips, watching the boys ogle in your direction.

“Riff, don’t—” Tony set his glass down on the table, already halfway standing to grab at his shirtsleeve.

“Just want to say hi—is that so bad? Can’t say hi to a pretty girl?” He glances down at his friend, noticeably at the iron grip Tony had on him; plainly unaware of Baby John shifting in his seat to get a better look at you.

“Don’t mess with her, alright?” Tony pushed Riff back down into his seat, landing with a thud. “Don’t need you causin’ shit that don’t need to be causin’.”

“’M causin’ nothin’. Got your panties in a twist over some girl—”

“Do you not—” Tony huffs, leaning over the table to lessen the distance with his friend. “Riff, that’s Balkan’s sister.”

Riff focused passed Tony, squinting his eyes, assessing every inch of you as you strode across the room toward the jukebox. You flip through the songs before you finally settle on one.

I Only Have Eyes for You by The Flamingos.

“Riff, stop.” Tony snaps his fingers to break his stare, lifting his drink back up to his lips. “Leave her alone.”

“’M not—” He asserts, exasperated, lifting his hand up dramatically. “Haven’t done nothin’.”

“No, but I know you. Leave her alone.”

“Didn’t know Balkan had a sister.” Baby John furrowed his eyebrows, peering around Ice to get a better look at you.

Action shook his head and took a swig from his drink. “Probably didn’t want you animals to know.” Riff looked back at Action with distaste. Leave it to him to know who you are. “She’s friends with Rhonda.” He shrugs, pushing his bottle back to his lips.

“What’s her name?”

“Riff, stuff it.” Tony sighs.

“Pretty sure he said if he saw Riff with her, he’d skin him alive.” Action snorts against the brim of his drink.

“Balkan?”

“Who else?”

“We got’a jokester over here.” Riff chuffs, ruffling his hair. He lightly bumps Ice’s arm, chuckling below his breath. When he looks back over at you, you’re twirling your straw in your drink, head cocked to the side in concentration as you converse with your group. Your nose crinkles a little as you smile, nodding in affirmation.

He’s entranced by you, the forbidden fruit.

“Riff,” Tony warns, his voice stern. “You mess with her, and Balkan finds out, I’m not comin’ to save you.”

“Didn’t ask you to.” He finally pulls away from you, reaching out to grab a pack of cigarettes from the table.

The problem was, Tony knew Riff better than anyone. He could threaten Riff a hundred times every day, but if there was one thing Riff was, it was committed. Once he set his eyes on you, it was all over for him, and Tony knew this.

Riff took a drag from his cigarette and lifted his chin up to exhale a puff of smoke.

“Fuck—she’s looking over here.” Baby John straightens up, eyes widening, dodging around the table at the boys.

“Can’t imagine why,” Action rolls his eyes. “Got Riff buggin’ her from across the room.”

“Alright—” Riff bites, turning to face Action with aversion. 

“Riff,” Tony interferes, standing up from the booth. “C’mon, we’re leaving.”

“Okay, pal, if this is about…” Riff gestures toward you with a flick of his cigarette. “You have my word. I won’t bother her.”

“I might,” Baby John mutters below his breath, and all four heads spin to face him.

“Balkan will still beat your ass, Baby John.”

“Riff,” His voice is stagnant, but poignant. “Let’s go.”

He’s reluctant, and when he bids you one final glance, he can see you staring back at him, inquisitive. Riff holds his breath, and he silently prays that you will walk over here and introduce yourself, but your friend leans close to your side, whispers something in your ear, and you shake your head, turning back toward your group.

“You’re not special, Riff. Any guy in here would snag her if they had the chance.” Riff looks back up at Tony, hurt. “Is she really worth losing the Jets for?” Because that would be the only outcome of this.

“Guess not, bud.” Riff fakes a smile, turning out of the booth to leave. As the pair make their way toward the exit, Riff spots you by the jukebox, and it’s before he steps out the door he hears the first notes.

Don’t Leave Me Now by Elvis Presley.

#mike faist #riff west side story #mike faist imagine #west side story 2021 #riff x reader #riff talk

[sunnystrollblog]

In the Borrowers AU, did Floyd sing a lament for Branch (whom he thought died) like how Uncle Iroh sang "Leaves from the Vine" for his late son?

Oh I love this ask and it lets me go deeper into the traditions and culture of pop trolls in borrowers au

So trollstice is taken way more seriously than in canon I mean all the years under Bergen rule would definitely cause generational trauma. And because of that trauma the pop ancestors created a day that would be a tribute to the victims of trollstice, and for that day they had a song to commemorate their deaths. everyone would tie a poppy into their hair, light a candle and put it in the window of their pod and then go gather at the center of the tree with an item representing their lost loved one and they’d sing requiem. The holiday was called remembrance day.

But the year branch died the great escape happened and even then Floyd and jd left before remembrance day celebrated. And even Rosiepuff couldn’t give branch a proper remembrance day because when the village had been established king Peppy got rid of it thinking it was no longer needed which was a horrible idea in retrospect. But many trolls still celebrate it even without it being an official holiday.

Rosiepuff still celebrates by wearing poppy flowers in her hair.

Floyd and jd celebrate by putting their branch’s glasses on a mantle in Rhonda.

Bruce puts a candle up in the restaurant window

Clay sings the song and sometimes other putt putt trolls will join in.

So short answer no, but branch’s family has different ways to remember him by

Bonus: art of creek celebrating remembrance day

#dreamworks trolls #trolls #trolls fandom #trolls band together #trolls branch #dreamwork trolls #trolls au #branch trolls #borrowers au #trolls art #trolls fanart #floyd trolls #digital art #trolls creek #trolls 3 #creek misses branch #creek and branch are friends

[petracozbi]

I'm finally came around to do my own Trolls HC list-thing (most are Branch related cuz he's my favourite):

Branch has almost perfectly trained senses from living and surviving on his own in the wilderness; he's got a very sensitive nose and he can easily hear the smallest movements even if they're fairly far away, etc.

Poppy makes sure to at least make a little noise when approaching Branch, as to not catch him off guard, since he had a tendency to get lost in thought when he feels he's in a safe and secure space, and can lower his defences. Kismet does the same (they're found family to me idc)

In the beginning, the bros found it kind of annoying/confusing how Poppy would start getting louder and yell out Branch's name every time they were getting close to him, probably shrugging it off to her just being a very hyper and overexcited girlfriend. It wasn't until they got to experience first-hand how Branch reacted when they suddenly just touched him while deep in thought, and let's just say, after having their arm pinned behind their back and a sharpened stick held to their throat a few too many times, they learned to give a heads-up.

Branch needs glasses. He stopped wearing them after Rosiepuff got eaten to fully avoid any connection with Brozone and his boyband persona. He's not completely blind and can still get around, but he relies mostly on his other senses (which also got way more sharp because of that), and has to get up close to see things in detail.

A HC I think I shared before: Branch is freakishly strong, but doesn't look it at first glance - He's very much humbled the bros (especially JD and Bruce) with this fact, when they try to wrestle him into a headlock to give him a nookie or a Wet Willy (JD and Bruce) and he just won't budge (Kismet knows to not even try) or when they want to help him carry something and they almost collapse under they weight when he hands it to them.

Besides being his vehicle, Rhonda is also JD's (unofficial) therapy animal.

Clay can't swim. He never learned since he spent his entire life in either the trolltree or the abandon golfcourse. When Bruce learns this, he takes it upon himself to try and teach him, but to their shared frustration, they both (Clay and Bruce) discover that Clay is apparently deadly afraid of open waters.

Bruce also didn't know how to swim when he first left the trolltree. He got washed up on vacay Island, having been staying afloat by holding onto a branch. The vacationers taught him how to swim.

JD can cook circles around most trolls. He did most of the cooking back in the trolltree 'cuz Rosiepuff was a horrible cook (referencing her apparently rancid-tasting fluffleberry cake), he also taught (Sp)Bruce how to cook, but never got around to teach the others 'cuz they split up. Bruce later incorporated some of JD's recipes into the menu at the restaurant.

Branch's tastebuds are pretty hardened (some might say almost nonexistent), and trolls tend to assume it's from his survival years, where he'd just eat whatever as long as it was edible, didn't matter what it tasted like. In reality, it's mostly from solely eating Rosiepuff's cooking for like maybe a year or two after the band split up (yeah that's all it took to mess them tastebuds up for years after). Ofc in the beginning, he had to force himself to even put the food in his mouth, but he did it 'cuz he wanted to make his grandma happy.

Kismet was formed shortly after the bros left. It was Rosiepuff who encouraged Branch to socialize with other trollings around his age, since he became very closed off after the split (tho' I think he'd been a pretty shy and quiet kid to begin with (with the exception of when he performed as Bitty B))

Branch used to get bullied (more) for his greyness as a kid. Kismet would chase them off.

Although Branch is not as forgiving either, Kismet 100% holds a grudge for the bros leaving Branch - the Snackpack too, when they also learn what happened.

The bros are absolutely bewildered by the fact that Branch is dating the Queen, and that he'd probably one day be King. Branch himself gets very anxious when they mention this; just the thought of that much responsibility and being in the spotlight like that has him sweating.

Bruce's favorite way of annoying Branch is to tease him about his and Poppy's relationship, asking him when he can expect the wedding invitations and some nieces or nephews. In reality, it's probably Poppy that proposes in the future, with a long, romantic and heartfelt speech ofc (and yes, he cries).

That's all I got for now

#Trolls #trolls headcanons #trolls hc #trolls branch #trolls brozone #trolls kismet #trolls broppy #trolls poppy #trolls clay #trolls john dory #trolls jd #trolls bruce #trolls floyd #trolls spruce #trolls band together #trolls vacay island #trolls snack pack #trolls world tour #dreamworks trolls #trolls 3 #trolls au #trolls the movie #trolls the beat goes on #trollstopia #trolls tbgo #branch trolls #branch x poppy #poppy trolls #trolls queen poppy #queen poppy

[wonderingpanda]

Hey You - Pt.1

Clay x Fem!Reader

My first Trolls fic, hope I did alright. I’ll try to post part 2 as soon as I can.

The sun was setting as Rhonda hurried down a dusty path surrounded by hills. Inside sat Bruce at the drivers seat with Tiny on his stomach holding his mini steering wheel. Y/n stood to their left while Branch stood to the right with his arms crossed as Velvet and Veneers popular song, Watch Me Work, played over the radio.

“Oh my kids love these guys, we’re a total Veneer household.” Bruce happily explained.

“They’re the one’s who have Floyd!” John Dory pointed out from further behind them.

“Ah it’s gonna be hard to seperate the art from the artist.” John Dory rolled his eyes and walked off while Branch and Y/n gave Bruce looks of disbelief. As the song finished, a voice came over the radio.

“That’s Velvet and Veneer’s spicy hot new single, Watch Me Work. Catch them tomorrow night at the Rage Dome where they’ll be receiving the Lifer Award (L-Lifer Award!)” Bruce, Y/n and Branch looked at each other with worry before Bruce turned off the radio.

“Guys, will Floyd even make it through that show?” Branch walked down to where John Dory and Poppy were stood by his clue board.

“Don’t worry, we’re gonna make it. We’ve been looking for clues to find Clay.” Poppy placed a BroZone poster of Clay in his funderdraws up on the clue board.

“Oh I’m sorry, the clue board, you mean my clue board?” A quick moment of silence passed as Poppy and John Dory ignored Branch. “That I made?” Poppy and John Dory continued looking at the board, still not giving Branch any response. “We like the clue board now?”

At the mention of finding Clay, Y/n quickly turned around and headed down to the other three trolls while trying to hide her rising panic.

“Do we really need to find Clay?” Poppy, Branch and John Dory turned to face her, confused as to why she wouldn’t want to find him. “I mean, we’ve already got you three.” Y/n gestured to the present BroZone members. “And it would give us way more time to save Floyd if we just headed to Mount Rageous now.”

“Uh Y/n, are you ok?” Poppy stepped forward, concerned for her close friend.

“Wha, me? I’m fine. I’m not panicked, you’re panicked. Like why would I be so nervous to see Clay again after all these years. It’s not like there was anything terrible that happened between us after the band broke up, what makes you think that?” Poppy stepped back to talk to Branch.

“What’s going on with her?” Branch sighed and crossed his arms again, still looking over at their nervous friend.

“Before the band broke up Y/n and Clay kind of had a thing going on.”

“Oh I knew it! There were rumours those two were together!” Branch reached out his hands, signalling for Poppy to calm down.

“But that night, when everyone left, Clay decided to break up with Y/n on the spot and, as you know, leave forever.”

“Oh” Poppy lowered her hands as her energy dropped after hearing the sad story. “That’s why she doesn’t want to find him.”

“Exactly.” Branch confirmed Poppy’s thoughts.

“It’s a shame really” John Dory cut into the conversation. “They were such a cute couple. I even remember when Clay made us pull that whole song together just to ask her out.”

“Oh don’t act so sympathetic.” Branch turned to face John Dory. “You weren’t even there when they broke up.”

“That doesn’t mean I don’t care.” John Dory tried to defend himself.

“Ok guys, maybe now isn’t the best time for an argument. Let’s all just calm down and- what is he wearing!?” Poppy cut off her previous sentence and pointed at the poster she had stuck up before. Branch noticed what she was referring to.

“Oh, those are just his…”

“Perfect, perfect, perfect.” The music to BroZone’s old song seemed to play out of nowhere as Branch quickly got an idea.

“Funderdraws!” He smashed open a glass case holding Clay’s funderdraws which unavoidably released a disgusting scent along with a bunch of green ghost that flew around yelling ‘Stinky!’. John Dory whacked them away the best he could while Poppy and Y/n held their breaths from the smell. Branch held up the funderdraws proudly.

“John Dory, I have no idea why you saved these it’s incredibly disgusting. But I’m glad you did.” Poppy stood with a dopey smile on her face while Y/n had her arms crossed, not liking where the conversation was going. Meanwhile, John Dory put his hands on his hips in defence.

“What, they’re memorabilia. But I will be good gosh darned if I know how they’re gonna help us find Clay.”

Next thing you know, Rhonda was sniffing the funderdraws dangled in her face at the end of a stick. Branch, standing on her forehead, called out to her.

“Help us Rhonda!” He turned to face Poppy who had her head stuck out the window while keeping a grip on his vest. “She’s got the scent!” The two headed back inside quickly before anything else could happen.

Inside in the background, Y/n helped Branch and Poppy settle back in safely. John Dory came up next to Tiny and Bruce, who now hand one hand on the larger steering wheel, and leaned on the armrest of Bruce’s chair.

“Hey, Tiny, you see that button?” Tiny Diamond’s gaze followed John Dory as he pointed to a button with a swirl pattern and the word hustle above it.

“Uh yeah.”

“That beautiful, shiny button?” John Dory pressed further.

“Oh you mean the button that’s taking every fibre of my being not to press? Yeah I see it.” Tiny Diamond slid off the button as quickly as he had laid atop it. John Dory stepped forward and lowered his voice to a more dramatic tone.

“Press it.”

“Oh heck yeah ooh!” Tiny Diamond jumped off the larger steering that he had a grip on and jumped onto the hustle button causing it to glow and swirl. ‘Hustle Dimension’ began to play as rainbow lights came out of Rhonda. Her eyes lit up and began to glow.

“Let’s hustle daddy!” Rhonda let out a noise before zooming off into the distance, glowing lights trailing behind. She leapt a few times as she ran and jumped into a glowing, star-shaped portal that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

In the hustle dimension, everything was different. Everyone was placed into a two-dimensional state and the gravity that existed before was now lost as Rhonda floated about.

“Woah” Branch called out as he stumbled into what was meant to be the space in Rhonda behind the drivers seat. Poppy followed after letting out a loud gasp as she took note of her appearance. Everything then melted away and while they were still within a two-dimensional space everything about it had changed, including the visual style.

Poppy and Branch now found themselves walking down a black and white road, dancing along to the ‘Hustle Dimension’ music. Bruce then bounced next to Poppy on her left with John Dory bouncing to Branch’s right and Y/n bouncing, landing in the middle. They all laughed together before John Dory, Y/n and Bruce flew off with rainbow trails. Poppy grabbed her own hand and spun away with Branch tumbling after her.

They all flew side by side down the black and white road in the rainbow coloured world. Branch and Poppy were on the right, Bruce and Y/n were on the left and John Dory flew in the middle. They all then flew through another star that once again changed the visuals of the reality they were perceiving. Each zoomed down in their respective colours. Branch was blue, Poppy was pink, John Dory was green, Y/n was f/c and Bruce was Purple. They flew next to stars and swirled together, combining to create Hustle Man who loudly called out.

“Hustle!” Hustle Man flew off into the sky before disappearing. Rhonda finally flew out of the star portal that they had first entered and settled back down to run normally on the road once more. Bruce and Tiny Diamond had been placed back where they were but John Dory, Y/n, Poppy and Branch were unfortunately thrown onto the floor, on their backs, in a heap. Poppy quickly stood up shaking her head for a second as the song ended.

“Wow! Too much hustle is a thing.”

“Huh, look at that.” Branch waved his hand around, hallucinating rainbows following it.

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It was now dark outside. Rhonda nervously ran through a dark forest before stopping in front of a seemingly abandoned building.

“Are we sure this is where Clay lives?” Branch asked as Rhonda opened her door to let everyone step out. Bruce followed behind him with Tiny Diamond in a baby carrier. Tiny decided to reply.

“Are we sure? Our GPS is an armadillo bus sniffing used undies so no, we’re not sure.”

The group continued to walk towards the old building. Bruce spoke as they wandered through the entrance which lead into a bother part of the dark outdoors.

“Eeh. I think this is the place from every true crime podcast I’ve ever listened to.” They continued forwards through the dark, unaware of the ‘golf balls’ rolling around them. The small group of trolls stuck close together until…

“Halt!” Lights switched on revealing a giant clown face with glowing eyes and a giant tongue extending out to them. Rainbow coloured smoke puffed from either side of the clown head as it’s teeth moved while it spoke.

“Who goes there!?”

“Ahhh!” The entire group screamed in fear!

“Agh!” Tiny cried out, quickly climbing out of his carrier and into Bruce’s hair. He poked his head out once before hiding back inside.

“Who dares trespass on these sacred grounds!?” The clown demanded. Branch put on a determined face and began to walk forward strongly. John Dory tried to stop him.

“Branch, what are you doing?” But Branch continued on. He stopped when he was right near the clown head’s tongue, looking up and calling out to it.

“Listen, we don’t want any clown related trouble okay? We’re just here looking for our brother, Clay.”

The clown’s teeth moved down slightly before moving in sync with it’s voice again. “Wait a second, you’re trolls?”

“So what? You’re a clown.” Branch retorted, gesturing to the face in front of him. Unexpectedly, a yellow, golf ball looking thing popped out of the clown’s mouth and rolled towards the group.

“Woah!” Branch stepped back towards the rest of the group as the ball bounced closer to them. The ball then unfurled revealing to be a troll with crazy blonde hair and pink skin. She stood up in a menacing pose for a moment before smiling widely at everyone.

“Oh my gosh, hello! My name is Viva! It is so fantastamazing to see other trolls!” She immediately ran around squeezing John Dory, giving Bruce a big hug, hugging Y/n from the side, spinning Branch around and lifting Poppy up in her own heartfelt hug.

“Hi! Ha!” Viva smiled after quickly setting Poppy down. Poppy slouched froward, feeling slightly drained from Viva’s energetic mood, but stood up properly to hear her speak.

“So fantastamazing is my own personal word it means, um, fantastic and amazing. I used to say amastic but then I was like ‘Mmm, that’s not as good.’”

Poppy immediately tried thinking of her own word to match Viva’s. “Fantasta um awesome.”

“That’s different but that works too! Way to make it your own.” After receiving the complement, Poppy rushed over to Branch’s side.

“Is this how people feel when they meet me?”

“Yes.” Branch replied, just quickly enough to not be cut off by Viva.

“Am I being a lot? Sometimes I can be a lot.”

“Uh I’m not sure we’re in the right place.” Branch mentioned, but Viva easily dismissed his worries.

“Of course you’re in the right place. Any troll is welcome here with us.” Now stood in front of the small group of trolls, Viva clapped her hands and called out. “Okay, Putt-putt trolls, lights on for our new friends” A bunch of trolls had rolled towards Viva and popped out of their golf-ball disguises. Each one was characterised with a vibrant colour, wild hair, and some sort of sweater romper or dress. While most had their hair out, some adorned buckets on their heads while others wore green mossy hats. As Viva finished talking the lights to the putt-putt course switched on, lighting up the whole place in the dark of night. Viva began to tap her feet excitedly, seeing the expressions of wonder coming from each of the new trolls.

“Oh my gosh, are you guys hungry, are you thirsty?”

“Yes!” Tiny cheered, jumping out and back into his baby carrier.

“Fries fries, you guys want fries, I am seeing fries. Bring out the works.” Viva jumped around and gestured to a few Putt-putt trolls who excitedly left to grab the food. “Milkshakes, to celebrate!”

“Coming in hot!” A bright yellow Putt-putt troll called out. Rolling away as a hot dog, fries, banana split, drink and milkshake were placed down around the pop trolls. Viva grabbed onto the straw of the pink milkshake and drank it all in one slurp, wowing the others. She then jumped down and stretched her back.

“Woo that’s better, now I finally have some energy!” Viva ran past Poppy.

“Did you just braid my hair!?” Poppy smiled, noticing the large braid left by Viva who quickly popped back round.

“You’re welcome, it looks so good.”

“I love it!” Poppy smiled brightly as she gripped her hair. Viva then gasped and ran over to Y/n.

“Oh my gosh, your hair is so pretty. How do you get it to sparkle like that?” Y/n laughed and smiled brightly at the compliment.

“Thank you. It’s just naturally like this. The benefits of being a troll, right?”

“Totally.” Viva agreed.

“Wow, these fries are amazing.” Bruce complemented as he lifted up another fry. “They’d really go great with a burger.”

“Aaa!” A blue Putt-putt trolled screamed, leading to a chorus of panic and terror as all the Putt-putt trolls desperately tried to hide.

“What is happening?” Bruce asked.

“Yeah we try not to use that word around here. It’s just that burger sounds a little too much like ah…” Viva leaned towards Bruce and spoke in a hushed tone. “Burgens.” She winced as another chorus of screams were let out.

“We call burgers…” The group looked up to see a mysterious figure walking towards them. “Meat circles.”

“Clay?” Branch smiled.

“Oh no.” Y/n’s face dropped at his arrival.

“Clay, hey what’s up man?” Bruce cheered as he and Clay happily walked to each other.

“Hey, how you been man?” Clay smiled as they initiated their own handshake.

“Clay!” John Dory jumped forward, opening his arms for a hug.

“Hmm, John.” Clay blankly replied, giving him no more than a few seconds of attention.

“Wha?” John Dory’s face dropped at the lack of response he received.

“Spruce.” Clay gave Bruce a fist bump as they finished off hair handshake. “What do you know?”

“Actually I go by Bruce now.”

“Bruce, oh ho someone got fancy. I like it.” Bruce laughed at Clay’s response.

“Look who’s talking, is that a sweater romper?” He questioned.

“What can I say, when you co-run a place you gotta flex the drip.” Clay pulled slightly on the collar of his sweater romper before releasing it.

“Ya, I’m the fun side of the operation and Mr Clay takes care of the boring stuff!” Viva cheered as she slid into the conversation.

“Guilty.” He admitted. The two laughed together until Clay noticed branch. “Woah, baby branch!” He ran over and grabbed Branch’s face. “No way!”

“Actually it’s Big Branch now, or just Branch. Branch is fine.” Branch struggled to speak as his cheeks were squished together.”

“Come here, come here. Yeah.” Clay spoke in a babyish voice as he continued to squish Branch’s cheeks. Only stopping when Branch started to speak again.

“So Clay, this is Poppy.” Branch gestured to Poppy who appeared at his side.

“Hi Clay! So great to finally meet you.” Poppy smiled as she waved and gave Clay a quick hug. “Can you do the Rusty Robot for me?”

“Yeah no, I don’t do that anymore okay?” Clay awkwardly explained.

“Right, kidding. Ha can you imagine? I wouldn’t just ask you to do that after meeting you two seconds ago. Who would do that?” She awkwardly looked at Clay after glancing away for a second.

“Yeah, it’s just that Fun-boy Clay is dead. Serious-boy Clay only does the Well-Oiled Robot.” Clay spoke while demonstrating his new and improved Well-Oiled Robot. “And it is no friki-friki-friki fun.” He stated while ending in a pose, similar to how he would end the Rusty Robot, only with a frown and his hands in the ‘I Love You’ pose.

“I mean, that’s still pretty fun.” Poppy lightheartedly pointed out.

“Ha yeah, same old Clay.” John Dory added.

“Nah, that’s not true.” Clay tried to defend himself. “If I was still fun, would I have chosen the admin building as my bedroom?” Everyone looked over to the admin building, a small wooden shack with nothing but a window, a door, and the capacity to hold barely one troll. “Huh? Huh? Asking the tough questions guys, asking the tough questions.”

“Oh, right.” Poppy nodded.

“Wait, you still haven’t met Y/n!” Tiny smiled brightly.

“No no no.” Bruce looked down at him with worry.

“No no no no no no…” John Dory, Branch and Poppy chimed in, not noticing Clay’s shocked expression.

“Y/n?”

“Oh yeah, you’re other friend. Where did she go?” Viva looked around to try and spot her. Y/n tried to sneak away behind Bruce but was quickly noticed by Tiny.

“Here she is!” He happily exclaimed.”

“Dammit Tiny!” Y/n stomped in frustration.

“Y-Y/n, hey.” Clay awkwardly waved and stepped forward.

“Hi Clay.” The two struggled in finding a comfortable greeting backing out of a fist bump, handshake and high five. After awkwardly trying to move around their hands they tried leaning in for a hug but backed out of that too. Y/n eventually opted to just give Clay two pats on the shoulder as they exchanged awkward toothy smiles.

“Uh anyway.” Clay stepped back, Y/n doing the same. “I can’t believe you all are here. Wait, where’s Floyd?”

“That’s why we’re here. Branch stepped forward. “Floyd’s been taken prisoner in Mount Rageous by superstar singers, Velvet and Veneer.”

“And the only thing powerful enough to free him is the perfect family harmony.” The five adult trolls finished together. Tiny’s face contorted in confusion.

“Okay, either they just made that up or I have not been paying attention.”

“Well why haven’t you just called he authorities?” Clay asked but slowly came the conclusion by himself. “Oh, unless Floyd is being held in an impenetrable diamond prison.”

“Yeah, that.” John Dory confirmed.

“I’m in. I’d also like to volunteer to keep track of our expenses, just cause I think you’re gonna need somebody to be on top of that.” Clay gave the group an almost smug smile.

“Yeah I don’t think you’ll get any pushback on that front.” Bruce spoke up. Branch’s expression turned to a more serious tone.

“Great, but we need to leave for Mount Rageous like now.”

Part 2 coming soon. Have an amazing day/night where you are!✨

#trolls 3 x reader #trolls band together #trolls x reader #clay x reader #trolls clay x reader

[nobodysdaydreams]

I know it's late for this, but here's how I think characters in the Mysterious Benedict Society would have reacted to the solar eclipse.

Nicholas- obviously he'd be so excited for this. The world goes dark, he passes out with joy.

Rhonda- buys everyone eclipse glasses and makes sure they understand the dangers of looking at the sun

Number Two- complains about the traffic because tons of tourists are coming for the eclipse and her mom has a ton of weird conspiracies about what the eclipse means, but once the eclipse is happening, she very much enjoys it.

Milligan- happy that he's able to experience such a unique and special moment with his daughter that he will treasure forever

Miss. Perumal- educates the children on how solar eclipses happen and bakes cookies for the watch party

Kate- climbs a tree so she can be closer to the sun and get a better view

Martina- was planning on forcing the tetherball team to practice through the eclipse, but begrudgingly cancels practice to join Kate in the tree

Reynie- is excited about the eclipse in a very average, but endearing way.

Sticky- is fascinated by and excited for the eclipse, but then he saw a video about what happened to that one person that stared at the sun and even though he knows that won't happen to him because he has the right glasses, he still can't get the thought out of his head. His friends help him calm down, and he ends up enjoying the eclipse.

Constance- pretends she doesn't care about it that much, but she actually does and writes an incredibly beautiful poem about it afterwards which she shows to no one.

Nathaniel/Curtain- cancels classes at the Institute to view the eclipse and somehow turns it into a metaphor about himself. I don't know exactly how he would do this, something about the moon being the darkness of Nicholas that blocks out the brilliance of the sun (himself), but the sun is all powerful and shall surely rise again, I don't know, something like that. However, if this happened during season 2, he would 100% incorporate it into his cult's doctrine just because he can. He'd make that the day and hour of his evil plans just for the symbolism.

Jackson and Jillson- they also saw the video about the people who stared at the sun and they have made it their personal mission to warn everyone about proper eye protection

SQ- he's happy to be able to spend the day with his dad watching the sky. He later draws a really beautiful picture of the eclipse.

Jeffers- stares directly at the sun and suffers permanent eye damage despite being warned multiple times

Dr. Garrison- fascinated by the eclipse for scientific reasons, but takes advantage of the distraction to escape and begin hatching an evil plot

Marlon- does not care at all that the eclipse is happening but goes along with whatever Curtain wants

Captain Noland- views the eclipse as a sign of coming doom

Cannonball- is 100% on board with whatever conspiracy Noland believes

Number Two's mom- views the eclipse as a sign of coming doom

Number Two's brother- is 100% on board with whatever conspiracy his mom believes

Number Two's sister- doesn't care at all that the eclipse is happening, but goes along with whatever her mom wants

And I know I've been doing mostly show characters, but...

Crawlings- stares directly at the sun and suffers permanent eye damage. But he only stared at it with one eye because he kept the other one closed thinking that would somehow save him from being burned, so now he wears an eyepatch over his bad eye, but that's not the same one as the one where he lost his eyebrow, so it doesn't cover that damage either, he just looks like a mess.

The Rest of the Ten Men- think Crawlings is an idiot for looking at the sun and claim they don't care at all that the eclipse is happening (Sharpe lowkey does, would never admit it).

Seymour, the orphanage cat- continues being a cat. Is very confused when it is suddenly nighttime. Then when its daytime again, he shrugs it off and goes about his business.

#tmbs #the mysterious benedict society #mysterious benedict society #mbs #mbs disney #tmbs disney #nathaniel benedict #ledroptha curtain #ld curtain #nicholas benedict #milligan wetherall #mr benedict #rhonda kazembe #dr garrison #sq pedalian #sq curtain #kate wetherall #martina crowe #reynie muldoon #sticky washington #constance contraire #the ten men

[secretpostsposts]

¡Heya! No sé si la pregunta fue borrada. Pero no importa. ¿Te enteraste de ese nuevo Au de zombie pop! Branch? En el cual está siendo controlado por la cuerda del pop (por el rey Peppy) para hacerlo ser como el resto de la tribu, haciéndolo incapaz de sentir otra cosa que no sea felicidad forzada y sonrisas falsas con ojos brillantes rosados.

Quiero ver la reacción de los Obsessive! BroZone ante ese Branch, porque siento que va a necesitar muchos abrazos y terapia cuando salga del control de la cuerda.

Yes I have seen it, and I like it, although it makes me feel terrified and a bad taste in my stomach because of it, yes I write about possessive and obsessive characters, but the idea of losing almost part of your mind terrifies me; I still like that AU.

and it depends a lot, for example if John Dory arrived while Branch was giving a concert, he would be happy and excited to see what his little brother had accomplished, but then, when he realized what Branch looked like, you know, his hair color. skin and those glowing heart glasses, John would know something was wrong, he raised his brother, he memorized every corner of his face, his eyes, his hair color, everything, even with the years gone he would never forget what Branch really looked like. or its true colors, so after the show you will see it.

Branch is ecstatic, hugs and talks animatedly with John, but John sees Branch's hands trembling as his voice stutters and takes off his glasses and sees his eyes; John Dory is furious, Branch is all happy and downplaying everything, downplaying it, John wants to kill whoever, and then King Peppy comes in.

and John loses it; He shouts, insults and even hits the king, he takes Branch who was in shock, but even with a smile, he is crying but keeps smiling and John feels sick because of it, his sweet little brother is not capable of crying or feeling anything outside of sick and forced happiness; He ignores Peppy, he only heard that Branch was gray and he hit him again and took Branch to Rhonda, ignoring his brother's supposed friends, squeezing Branch's hand when he tries to go with them or return to Peppy when the King tells him. calls.

John Dory is sure that maybe he broke Branch's hand a little from the squeeze, but Branch just laughed at it; That only makes John feel sicker, he can only watch his brother act like that until it wears off, who knows, maybe he can help his brother after all this big trauma, have him with him again, like he was supposed to. what it should be

never leave it again.

That would be during the first movie, already in the last one, it would be almost the same as the movie except that when Branch yells at them, he will say about the scare of Pop zombie and being gray and they already know how to have a breakdown because of it, at the end of the whole adventure , the brothers want to kill Peppy and take their brother to a therapist, they would still be possessive, but at this point they are more concerned about Branch's mental state; He is in a relationship with a girl who doesn't even really know him and to top it off, SHE IS PEPPY'S DAUGHTER.

Clay is a little upset with Viva because she said Peppy meant well, Clay is giving her the silent treatment for that comment.

and the brothers try to get Branch to break up with Poppy at least until he finishes therapy (and if they never come back, good bonus point for the brothers)

#trolls #trolls band together #brozone #trolls brozone #trolls branch #trolls bruce #trolls john dory #trolls clay #trolls floyd #trolls poppy #trolls viva #trolls peppy #beloved little brother #Branch pop zombie #what is the correct name of this au?

[year2000electronics]

My prediction for the shimmerdory reunion. Poppy and viva convinced shimmer to talk to JD alone since she the most familiar with group due to their history.

Shimmer goes to Rhonda or the pod the bros are temporarily living in. Knocks on the door, JD answers it. In less than 300 seconds a series of events happens: JD Sees a hot woman, realizes it’s shimmer, gently closes the door, kicks the other bros out if they’re there, sets up the room with spruces candles, romantic lighting/ music, table set up for 2 with champagne glasses, opens the door in full himbo mode with a rose in his mouth, a bottle a sparkling cider in one hand and leaning on side in a seductive manner. Googles may or may not be off.

Shimmer like 🙄

LMAO I LOVE THAT. he is so ridiculous i want to throttle him

#mothra answers #trolls #my art #brozone bounty au #shimmerdory

[vendoramachine]

random headcanons

velvet & veneer

pretty self explanatory. i needed someplace to dump all these stupid little thoughts. also, as the younger sibling of an older sister, these are all just me self projecting our relationship <3

- vel is mildly dyslexic and it’s been a sensitive topic for her entire life (yet she still makes fun of veneer for not being able to do math)

- veneer had both of his ears pierced, but his left ear eventually closed up cus he doesn’t wear his earring on that side (ifykyk)

- velvet’s anger issues has made her throw things at veneer on multiple occasions

“do you remember that time i accidentally hit you and you threw that moisturizer container at my head?”

“…..”

- both had a very intense phase where they were obsessed with pokémon, specifically, team rocket

- jesse and james were both of their gay awakenings

- velvet always used to practice painting nails and doing makeup on veneer, that they never really grew out of it (she still does it for him <3)

- they never apologized to each other properly after getting upset with each other

“…you hungry?”

“…yeah. i’ll go with you to check the fridge.”

- strangely enough, vel asks to sleep in her brother’s bed if they don’t have anything going on the next day

- vel is one of them VIOLENT ASS SLEEPERS who kicks everything within radius, and her feet are always cold as fuck

“vel… vel, stop kicking me… v-velvet, YOUR FEET ARE COLD!”

- but ven is a blanket hog so they hate sleeping in the same bed but still do it cause it’s oddly comforting for them both

“veneer, it’s cold, bro… give me the- STOP TAKING THE BLANKET!”

- for some reason, they’re always coming at each other’s taste

- “i really don’t know what you see in ritz.”

“yeah? well, at least i didn’t fall for a random fan from the crowd.”

“BITCH-“

- their favorite places as kids were costco and ikea (don’t ask i just have a feeling)

- vel needed glasses as a kid, but she always hated how they looked on her, so she never wore them. ever. her eyesight is still lowkey shit.

- they both took violin and cello lessons as kids, but they thought it was mad boring and left (they don’t remember a single thing about it)

- velvet will fuck up a raw ass steak (so raw that you might as well give her an entire fucking cow), eating it with her bare hands like a wild animal

- as kids, they always talked about bailing each other out if one got arrested (but they both got arrested so that’s out the window 😻)

- “ugh, orange is so not my color.”

“girl, fuck you mean? you look better than all the bitches here.”

- ritz and orchid always go together to visit their criminal lovers in prison

- vel hates the feeling of gel, but does it for the aesthetic (veneer hates it too)

- veneer got his drivers license after vel, but she gets the WORSTTT road rage, so he doesn’t trust her and drives them everywhere

- vel has literally almost stabbed her brother with her sharp crown thingy

- veneer constantly asks his sis what he should wear because he’s too scared of being insulted

- both of their retinas have been burned by all the flashing cameras

- surprisingly, most of vel’s high school homecoming dates were men. nobody except veneer even knew she was a girl kisser until she turned sixteen

- they have matching robes. for sure.

- veneer is a shopping addict ( velvet carries his bags every time cus she thinks his complaining is annoying )

“ugh, my arms-“

“shut up. give me your bags.”

- vel had a giant ass rottweiler when they were in middle school that always scared the shit out of veneer, so that’s why he was so fucking scared of rhonda (velvet’s dog was really sweet tho 😢)

- ven coughs so hard from inhaling too much of vel’s perfume

- vel has a crippling fear of heights and veneer is the same with small spaces

- veneer is terrified of horror movies, and vel tells him to stop being a pussy (one jumpscare and you’ll see her clinging onto her brother)

- vel laughs her ass off every time her brother is mad because she can’t take his twink ass seriously

- these two turn into monsters when it comes to nintendo games (specifically mario kart)

- vel had the nintendo switch and ven had the nintendo lite

- they bought two so that they could have separate animal crossing islands, but ended up living on the same one anyways

- veneer loves the little clink that his shoes make

- never let either of them near cinnamon rolls. ever. (their asses will demolish entire buildings for that stuff)

i’ll probably add more to these later on, so watch out! i’m working on the requests, so watch out for those too!

#trolls band together #trolls 3 #velvet and veneer #velvet trolls #veneer trolls #fanfic #fanfiction #headcanons #funny shit #dumb headcanons #random ass post #lesbian #lgbtq #gay

[cloudygrayeyes]

John Dory x Reader WIP

Would like to know if anyone is interested in reading something like this lmaoo

Feedback would be appreciated <:-)

Moonlight, fragile blue, filters through the frosted glass window hanging over Jon Dory’s futon. He leans into its glow, catching it in a small beaten up journal perched on his bent knee. The peace of this cool spring night is only disturbed by the gentle scratching of pen to paper as he writes. His beloved Rhonda is parked just outside of Pop Village, away from the ever beating heart of the forest, surrounded by the softer tempo of nature. Alone.

Tonight, for the first time in a long time, you weren’t home with him.

Queen Poppy and Princess Viva had practically begged you to stay in the village that evening with them, to spend the night in a “bro free zone”, just the three of you. They reasoned now that life and the trolls living it had settled back into normalcy it was bonding time.

“Can’t turn down a royal invitation.” You had said, failing to hide the excitement in you voice.

Jon watched as they dragged you off, their hands in each of yours, with bright smiles and bubbly laughter left in your wake. The sight warmed his heart, made it ache in ways he was all to familiar with. Ways that now, in the dark of his RV, he is trying too get down on paper.

He pauses, tired eyes scanning his work over and over as he taps his pen impatiently against the top of his notebook.

“So you know how much I need you…”

JD sings quietly into the empty air before wordlessly humming the rest of the phrase, looking for the lyrics in his notes. His soft baritone trails off.

He’s got nothing.

Building chords comes easy to the troll, always has always will, but words had been Floyd’s forte back in the day. The song, it’s sound, JD knows it. Intimately. Frustratingly. It’s been in his heart for what feels like years now and it’s begging to be let out.

But actually doing that?

He huffs out a sigh before tucking his pen into the spine of his journal and closing it.

A whole new animal.

#john dory #john dory x reader #trolls #this is embarrassing ajdnakfnskfnskdu oh well i am cringe and i am free #trolls movie #john dory trolls

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

At First Sight 2

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

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

Part of The Club AU

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

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

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

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

“You done?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I want to go,” you plead.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[strange-destinations]

Kitty can I please request the Mysterious Benedict Society squad (all of them, not just the main four) as to ''who will survive castle dracula''?

(......I initially meant ''the Benedict twins and Rhonda and Number Two and Milligan and SQ'' when I said ''all of them,'' but ngl a hilarious bonus question is ''if the ten men got trapped there too what chaos would ensue'' so I'm gonna add that on as well XD)

sigh, here we go. @canyourfavesurvivecastledracula, tell me if you want me to stop tagging you.

Overall, I don't think many of the characters in the Mysterious Benedict Society series have a really huge belief in the supernatural regarding vampires and things that go bump in the night.... but then again, a lot of the plot revolves around a machine that influences everybody with subliminal psychic messages, and also there's a toddler who's inexplicably naturally psychic. And everyone pretty much takes all of this as 'a bit strange! But okay, I'll believe it!' So in general let's assume a baseline of, 'sure, vampires, why not' from the entire cast.

okay, let's go kids first. That's right, we're subjecting children to the horrors of Castle Dracula.

Reynie Muldoon - is very much a Jonathan Harker-like kid to start with, actually. May accept the crucifix out of politeness. Most likely to be able to hold Dracula's attention in conversation. I feel like Dracula is like Mr Curtain in a lot of respects, and the vibes between Reynie and him would be similar. Many tense, charged games of chess may occur. I believe in his ability to survive the psychological torment, because he's got a hell of a strong will, but I don't believe in his physical ability to escape. Either the GFs get him or Dracula himself does.

Kate Wetherall - would accept the crucifix, not out of any particular politeness or religious belief, but just because you never know when you might need a handy cross-shaped trinket! Into the bucket it goes! Least likely to hold Dracula's attention, she's way too ADHD and not really the sort of person who'd interest him apart from being an adrenaline-filled bloodbag. MOST likely to stage a daring escape using the contents of her bucket, which Dracula will not be able to steal or throw out the window because of the crucifix handily concealed within. Most likely of all the kids to survive this.

Sticky Washington - oh boy, Sticky. His encyclopedic knowledge of vampire lore will probably give him a bit of an edge... but not much. Sticky on-his-own isn't brave enough to go exploring/sneaking around extensively unless things get really dire. And Dracula himself would scare the shit out of Sticky to the point of near-nonresponsiveness, to the point where I don't think Sticky would seem that interesting to Drac after a while. Would a photographic memory and lots of vampire trivia help him survive? Probably, for a while. Would it help him escape? Probably not. Sticky's only sticking around in Castle Dracula for a little bit. Also Dracula would smash his glasses 'by accident' as a power play.

Constance Contraire - grumpy toddler showing up to Castle Dracula?Cool, it's basically vampire DoorDash! ...would be Dracula's first thought - before he realizes that she's psychic. Constance doesn't have a lot going for her, all things told. She's not particularly physically able, she's obstinate and stubborn and not a great conversationalist, I doubt she'd take the crucifix out of that same stubbornness, and also she'd compose some really unflattering slam poetry about Dracula, Dracula's castle, Dracula's girlfriends, etc etc etc. Escape isn't really an option here. It would all come down to a battle of wills between Dracula and Constance.... which I'm not sure Constance would win, on her own. Sorry, the baby's dying here without help.

To nobody's surprise, the Society would be able to survive Castle Dracula if they were all trapped in it together, and in fact that's an incredible fic idea that I don't have time or energy to write. However, on their own... they're just a bunch of kids. They're not going to do so great.

What about the others?

Mr Benedict - is most certainly accepting the crucifix, but his good luck ends there. Everything about Castle Dracula is designed to heighten anxiety and make your emotions go into overdrive. And it's definitely not a good place to go around falling asleep in random places because you get upset or overwhelmed. The moment Dracula twigs to the narcolepsy situation, Mr Benedict's pretty much fully screwed. The one thing that might save him is the fact that he's an incredibly intelligent and brilliant man, and Dracula might want to pick his brain a bit.

Mr Curtain - would most certainly NOT accept the crucifix, he's too proud for that. Assuming he somehow manages to get his wheelchair up the mountain - or going by TV!Curtain, where he doesn't have a wheelchair at all - he's immediately going to set about trying to strike up a business deal with Dracula to expand his global reach. Either the Count kills Curtain, or they make each other worse and everybody else is going to have a bad time. It's kind of up in the air on that one.

Number Two - has an incredible advantage over literally everyone else here in almost never needing to sleep. I don't think she's going to be especially happy about it, but having the full run of the castle during the daytime despite Dracula's best efforts (and, if we go by the TV show, being a completely unhinged force of destructive chaos) is going to mean that she'll probably manage to sneak out using an inventive and clever strategy.

Rhonda Kazembe - I can't think of anything that gives Rhonda more or less of an advantage than your average person - would probably take a similar approach to Number Two in escaping, with a bit more social skills re: talking to Dracula.

Milligan - doesn't need a crucifix. Beats up Dracula singlehandedly and throws him out a window because he left Kate down in the town and promised he'd be back for her. Does the same for the vampire GFs, no problem, not even a moment of hesitation. Rips up his own clothes to fashion a rope to climb down out of the castle, treks by foot all the way down the mountain. Rocks up to town several weeks later, heavily injured and looking awful but still alive.

SQ - there's no easy way to say this: SQ doesn't have anything at all going for him in this situation. He is, unfortunately, not particularly smart and not particularly agile. He's a great artist, but that's not helpful here. I think he's just a handy snack to Drac unless someone shows up to help him.

#dracula #canyourfavesurvivecastledracula #the mysterious benedict society #couldn't come up with anything neat for the Ten Men. maybe someone else can take that.