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blooeyedtroll · 1 year
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Happy birthday to the lovely Messy!
It's a little birthday doodle I did for their birthday today. Happy birthday, part 2: the reckoning to my lovely @messybitch802 💙💚
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sparklijam · 2 years
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Welp, I have a new OC that I adopted from @blooeyedtroll ! 💕
I will draw him later to show you, but he’s the Pride Lionfish Troll with a cute slug buddy~!
His name Aslan the Giant Lionfish Troll, and his companion Wybie the Techno Slug~!
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blo0st4r · 2 months
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Welcome to this
Blooposter Blog. X3
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(By: ano)
↑My bio is in my blog’s description↑
I’m always scavenging the internet for Foster’s Home, smiling critters stuff, etc.
Here are some of my Interests:
(bold letters mean mostly)
• Foster’s Home For Imaginary Friends
• Smiling Critters
• Sanrio
• The Amazing Digital Circus
• Cartoon Network
• Object Shows
• Bluey
• Kidcore, Cartooncore, Cutecore, Scenecore, Circuscore, Clowncore
• silly things. hahahahaha
• any cartoon
• art! (Yall know I’m an artist.)
Here are some tips and rules before reading my posts
• This is a safe, Sfw blog, so No Nsfw, No shipping underage characters and also, NO PROSHIPPING, NO ZOOPHILES. DNI IF YOU ARE PART OF NSFW ART AND STUFF.
(examples of proshipping:
Mac x Frankie (MAC’S ONLY 8)
Bloo x Frankie (BLOO’S ONLY 5) (and shipping a pet/imaginary friend with a human would be weird.)
proshipping is bad for you. So don’t proship!)
• IF YOU’RE A BOT, DNI.
• PLEASE DONT BE RUDE TO ANYTHING I REPOST IF I'M STATING AN OPINION, IM JUST STATING MY OPINION, IF YOU ARE RUDE TO IT, I'LL INSTANTLY BLOCK YOU. (cuz u hurt mah feelings, and I have no other choice but to do that.)
• fanart of my characters may be allowed, with credit.
• DONT REPOST MY ART. Unless u ask me. :]
• don’t be rude, don’t haul my inbox, no trolling on my posts
• No spam asks, I might even have to close my asks if this keeps happening.
• DONT FOLLOW ME TO PROMOTE A BLOG FOR TECHNOLOGY OR ANY OTHER KIND, IF YOU DO, I MIGHT BLOCK YOU.
• no innapropiate asks.
• no innapropiate art requests
• no weird promotion ad asks. (I don’t sponsor things.)
• Don’t steal my art and make them NFTs. I HATE NFTs.
• Tracing on fanart is part of stealing my art style and I wouldn’t allow it.
• I have an absolute hatred of the UTTP, so if you’re a part of it, DNI.
• the only type of sfw I don’t like (kinda) is tickling. It’s my least favorite type of sfw. Cuz It kinda weird to me. I know some are good but mostly I find the art kind of weird. And makes me uncomfortable. Eeeghhh… (Pls don’t kill me. I’m stating my opinion.)
• I absolutely hate fetishes. ( :] )
• DNI IF YOU’RE ONE OF THESE PEOPLE WHO DO THESE TYPE OF WEIRD THINGS
• also, I can’t donate. So yeah. JUST TELLING YA IM SORRY.
• Also, I DONT OWN BLOO. He belongs to Craig McCracken. I just made this blog to appreciate the little chaotic gremlin blob guy. :]
• HAVE FUNNNNNN!!!! X33333
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numbuh900 · 1 month
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Codename kids next door headcannons
Numbuh 19th Century's real name is "Albert Lewis"
The Galactic Kids Next Door have tried making a bootleg omnitrix watch.
The boyfriend helmet technology was made by the GKND, and the Galactic Kids Next Door supreme leader uses it's tech to mind control their operatives.
Father and Grandfather's powers stem from their emotions via their hatred of kids, and going with my "The GKND are mind controlled by its supreme leader headcannon" the brainwashing amplified Nigel's dislike for adults all the way up to 11 which activated his powers.
The previous leader of the GKND was actually a fair and kind and powerful alien that's the pure reason the KND exists at all, they gave kids the knowledge and skills to defend themselves so that the universe can be safe for kids.
If they were to learn about what the current leader has done to the organization, they'd be heartbroken.
In the middle ages, the KND treehouses looked more fantasy based and whimsical, like something you'd see in a fairy tale.
When the KND travel through space, they meet a pair of alien adult hero's that are a parody of Wander and Sylvia, the galactic kids next door can't stand them due to them annoying the crap out of their operatives and evacuating planets scheduled for decommissioning.
Numbuh Three has alot of knowledge about yokai (Japanese supernatural creatures)
Numbuh Five and Cree's older brother lives in France, and they mail letters to each other all the time.
Numbuh Two's Dad is a fighter pilot in the military
Numbuh One's Mother's name is "Olivia"
Numbuh Ten's real name is "Ashley"
Bonus round: KND Multiverse headcannons
Theres a knd sector in the TROLLS universe, and they battle villains in music battles
Kid Cosmic is an honorary operative after his encounter with Numbuh 362. They get along well like siblings. Numbuh 363 doesn't like The Kid a lot, but Kid tries to be really friendly with him and even gets him to calm down whenever he gets mad.
Numbuh Five is a powerpuff girls fan, she's even a honorary powerpuff girl and in return she made Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup honorary operatives.
The Gravity Falls Kids Next Door aren't as hostile towards teenagers like most operatives, In fact, they get along with Wendy and her freinds greatly.
The Bikini Bottom KND don't have much of a problem with SpongeBob and Patrick since they don't view them as typical adults. They also really like Sandy Cheeks as she supplies them with her technology. They're neutral with Squidward. They don't have a high opinion on Mr.Krabs after hearing about that "Krabby Land" scam he pulled.
When Mac and Bloo joined the Kids Next Door, they've been rescuing abandoned imaginary friends or freinds that are being mistreated by adults. Lots of KND operatives have even been going to Foster's to adopt their own imaginary friends, and they've been happy with them ever since.
Timmy Turner, Chester, and AJ joined the KND, Timmy supplies his sector and other sectors with magical 2x4 technology. Everyone is baffled on how he managed to get the mysterious energy source for them.
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108garys · 1 year
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Smoke
OK so here it is, the randomly spawned idea of "what if burnt out gay FBI man and future gay marine man kissed?" but also, "how do I then get Jason out of that situation alive and obviously unaware of any murdery intentions?"
Also it's illegal for Jason to make good life decisions in the 90s
Here's the resulting second hand embarrassment, there's probably some errors in there but I figured I just wanted to throw it out there already, I don't really know how I should tag this as it is different from my other writings but also again I'll add any people suggest are needed but I'd suggest caution in regards to age I guess
@kassiekolchek22 @delurkr @mistmoose @ctrvpani @lonnitamongus @oblivious-troll @xpugsleyx @millermurphy @darkangel0710 (there was at least one person on the other post that I didn't tag because I couldn't see who liked it so I hope they come across this anyhow)
"You know, when you said you wanted to watch a movie, this ain't what I had in mind." the southerner was resting against Hector who's arm lazily draped around the younger man's shoulders, "Don't get me wrong it's a good film, it's just with all the flirting I figured we'd-"
Hector shut him up with a quick kiss. The credits were rolling slowly in Hector's living room, he'd met Jason a few times, he wasn't local but seemed to like a bar he frequented. He'd bought him a few drinks, chatted, flirted, when he heard the twenty five year old was moving on he knew he had to make his move before it was too late. "Hey I was talking," Jason's brow knit with mild irritation at being interrupted, he climbed into Hector's lap putting his hands on his shoulders, "I mean creepy masked fuckers that kill folks for having too much fun, you turned on by that shit?" he leaned in all serious, faces an inch apart, "Are you a serial killer?" Hector grabbed his waist not sure what else to do with his hands, he looked the younger man directly in the eye and in an equally serious tone replied. "Not yet."
The grip on his shoulders tightened as Jason leant back to look at him, in truth Hector had chosen Jason to be his first because he wouldn't be missed, an addict estranged from his family, on his way out of state with unreliable 'friends' who were unlikely to report his disappearance. Jason broke into a broad smile, his laughter only a touch nervous. "You're funny." he said, hands moving to the back of Hector's neck, drawing him in to a kiss. Hector opened his mouth because that's what you're supposed to do, Jason's tongue darted inside a split second later so he figured he was doing something right when Jason moved pressing himself closer; the physical contact felt…
His hands slid around to the southerner's ass, earning more friction. Jason broke their mouths apart, Hector looked up at him as the younger man pulled his shirt over his head dropping it behind him with a smirk; He may have been staring…
Then Jason went to work on his buttons. Hector knew he shouldn't feel so embarrassed about his lack of sexual experience, he hadn't anticipated the feeling expecting to be clinical and detached as in other social settings but it didn't take a psych degree to conclude that it was only natural for his touch starved body to crave more even as he pictured the southerner's pale skin stained red.
Halfway through the buttons one of the young man's hands disappeared into his shirt, the other went back to his shoulder as the kisses continued. At this point Hector figured he should do something, he slowly slid his hands up Jason's back, the smaller man's whole body followed the motion like a cat enjoying a good stroke, hips rolling over his own, claws out, his shoulder stung from where nails dug into him, other hand somehow finding places Hector himself didn't even know could feel like that…
Hector was caught off guard when the southerner's teeth sunk into his lower lip, immediately responding by pinning the other man beneath him before he could even asses what had happened he tasted blood, "Shit, I'm sorry!" Jason cupped his face looking a little shocked, suddenly being shoved had caused him to bite down harder than intended, "It's fine, it was just…" Hector thought about how much bloodier the night would get. "Unexpected."
That dumb pretty boy smile returned to his face, "You look like a fuckin vampire," he said to lighten the mood, Hector's brow furrow as he was about to comment on who had bitten who when the brat rolled his eyes, "Oh come on you need to relax, in fact I have just the thing…" jason pushed his way out from under him, rummaging through his earlier abandoned jacket draped over the arm of the couch. His back was lightly freckled, red lines raked up the full length of his torso, Hector hadn't even noticed he'd marked him.
He turned back, a mischievous Look in his eye and something clutched in his hand, he sunk back into the couch cushions placing a joint between his lips; still smeared in Hector's blood. Logically Hector knew it was stupid to make a fuss about marijuana with his intentions but he wanted to see the moment the southerner realized he'd made a fatal error, to see the desperation. "No!" he took a moment to correct his harshness, "Not in my house." Jason lit the damn thing anyway, inhaling deeply, lighter still lit in his other hand.
Seeing the older man's clear frustration he took the joint from his mouth, "What are you a cop or something?" he taunted before exhaling smoke into Hector's face, just a few inches from his own. Hector refused to examine the effect that had on him, pressing himself down on the smaller man who's hips again moved to meet his, he grabbed the brunet's wrists tightly. He payed no mind to the soft thud as the lighter hit floor, the southerner relented freeing a hand to pull the older man's mouth back to his own, Hector's hand snaked up his bare chest coming to rest on his throat. Jason moaned as he began to apply pressure, in return his free hand fumbled with Hector's belt.
Hector's head was getting fuzzy, part of him really did just want to fuck the man already moaning beneath him, already grinding against him and well on his way to getting a hold of him… He tried to focus, on the taste of blood, the smell of… smoke-!?
The pair were snapped back to reality as the smoke alarm screamed for attention, "Shit!" jason pushed him away, bolting to his feet, throwing one of the cushions down on the small fire; smothering it. "Well that's just fucking great," he scooped up his destroyed shirt a moment later, looking back at Hector, "I'm stealing one of yours." He stated tossing the charred shirt and heading in search of Hector's closet.
More confused than before Hector set about clearing the smoke and shutting off the alarm. "What the hell!?" Jason yelled out after a few minutes, Hector rushed into the bedroom, mentally kicking himself when he saw his FBI t-shirt hanging off the smaller man's frame. Badge held tightly, jason's soft features washed in fear, he dropped it as if it burned, holding his hands out defensively. "What is this?" he backed up as Hector stepped towards him. "Is this some fucked up arrest tactic!?" he ran his hands over his face, anxiously burring his fingers in his hair, "For weed?… Fuck, is that a thing the FBI does!?"
"You're not under arrest," he tried his best to assure the spooked stoner that there was no danger, "My occupation has nothing to do with this," he gestured between them, Jason eyed him suspiciously before storming out of the room. Hector followed.
"Look I'm sure you're a nice guy," Jason was curt as he threw his jacket over the stolen shirt, "But this is just too weird for me, I'm sure you'll find some other guy that's into getting fucked by a fed but not me." he was already turning the front door handle, what could Hector do short of attacking him out right? his neighbors were likely already alert from the alarm, never mind the yelling. He felt like a moron standing there watching him leave, barely noticing that he was as disheveled as one would expect, as the door shut he could beat his thick head against it, on the bright side the brat never figured out his intention. He wipped the blood from his mouth, he wished the southerner would be swallowed up by the earth… Next time he'll try someplace quiet, an evening stroll through the woods perhaps…
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Manny sat in his usual chair, the cold metal irritating his wrists already. Right on schedule Munday entered, taking the seat across from him. He had darker circles under his eyes than usual, Sherman wondered what the story was with the busted lip. "Rough night Agent Munday?"
The man didn't respond setting up his tape recorder and pulling out a pack of cigarettes, he could have sworn he saw a slight redness on the agent's cheek at the mention, a lover's spat? He didn't seem the type. There was one other thing that Sherman would enjoy pressing the younger man's buttons over…
"Is that your girlfriend's lighter?"
Hector said nothing, shutting the worn lighter and sliding the smoke back in to the carton. Manny smiled, this was going to be an interesting session…
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mogai-headcanons · 9 months
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Cassey Medina is an autistic transmasc nonbinary taylorswiftica eldritchgender tbhgender catrelautian milkaesic darkacadeeric bataesic bloodtastic crypdostaesic twinmattressica mothmangender mothogender newbookstimmic cafeaesic meowsterenergygender mothfascifearic springaesic starryskyaesic cloveraesic pinkiepiealfosic recluminjuric faikepic urbanlegendaesic genderbee mellowapis beesproutaen beegender bloodaesic scemox honeyobstric panapisgender cemeterygender honeycoric syocomfic monsterenergygender sweateraesic strawbflavorin 2b2tgender libraryaesic hembonullcemrip bechillical weirdkidgender emoxcatboy bitaffectic sparklecatgender mascbitch sillycatboygender eurowildcatheric witchcraftium irenematronic shadgender lightmageic pinkgreengender timwishgirlica lemonflavorin aphmaurpfascic acrimoniousGenocidehandlic huntremlowen sc3n34ut1flagic scenecringautic aromantic nebularomantic demisexual omni turian cane user with DID, ADHD, and anxiety who uses he/him, it/its, xe/xem, ze/zir, vam/vamp, bloo/blood, gore/goreself, 🧋/🧋s, 💀/💀s, rem/rems, lo/los, end/ender, ro/rom, prin/prince, ax/axo, deer/deers, doe/does, bee/bees, 👾/👾s, 👻/👻s, frog/frogs, charge/bolt, bolt/bolts, moon/moons, star/stars, hon/honey, yellow/yellows, 🐝/🐝s, bu/buzz, 🍓/🍓s, 🍋/🍋s, 💿/💿s, digi/digi, ⚰️/⚰️s, corp/corpse, rot/rots, ram/rams, void/voids, lem/lemon, aer/aers, pinkie/pinkies, ny/nyx, nym/nyms, ang/angel, cri/crim, lemon/drop, di/dice, zero/zeros, bun/buns, rawr/rawrs, jam/jams, ze/zeph, de/der, glitch/glitchs, mew/meow, kit/kits, purr/purrs, cer/berus, zi/zip, and honey/dew pronouns!
Cassey is matesprits with Vriska Serket from Homestuck, an autistic transfeminine spidergender pirategender piratecoric 8gender dicegender bi lesbian with PTSD and depression who uses she/her, 8/8s, and spider/spiders pronouns!
Purr is moirails with Feferi Peixes, an autistic lesbian fishgender sharkgender watergender pringender gillgender bubblegender sharkfriendic trans guy with ADHD who uses he/him, they/them, blub/blubs, and she/her pronouns!
Void is kismeses with Sollux Captor, an autistic bisexual bigender beegender honeycoric gamergender computergender troll with bipolar disorder who uses he/him, she/her, and bee/bees pronouns!
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Low-hanging fruit but what's going on with Salvis' eyes?
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AC: It's ☾alle☽ heterochromia. It's a mutation some trolls ☾an get. Been like that ever sin☾e I ☾an remember. Though I guess gol☽ bloo☽e☽ trolls are a lot more likely to get it than other ☾olors?
AC: ☽oes that answer your question? ☽i☽n't think it was worth much of a mention, to be honest... AC: Unless you meant something else?
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efflorescence-au · 2 years
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There is a headache-inducing flash of light. As Messy blinks away their temporary blindness, something new and utterly confusing appears in front of them.
At the realization of what it is, they breathe a soft yet panicked,
“Oh no.”
Grow As We Go
An Efflorescence Au One-shot.
A Bloo × Messy x Hickory story.
Birds in abundance twittering about while dew dripped from nearby flora. While, in a kitchen, a tired looking Troll quietly searched around for something to eat. Cereal sounds perfect they thought. Something quick today, as they would rather not have their disheveled appearance questioned.
Another bright, sunny, early morning.
As fresh moth-milk is poured, the familiar 'scritching' of someone walking along the plush flooring somewhere in the pod, sounded. Somebody else must be up. The footsteps of a still not fully conscious Troll shuffled ever closer and stopped at the kitchen entrance.
“Mess?”
Bloo.
Turning their head towards their companion, another bite is taken. With hopes of staving off answers to the questions Bloo was sure to have.
“Where have you been?” Bloo asks soft, yet drowsily.“I've been worried about you. It feels like you’ve been trying to avoid everybody the past few days."
A crunch. A swallow. And then:
“Just been out.” Their voice coming out a bit harsher than intended.
The freckled Troll's eyes widen a bit in surprise at the tone, before squinting skeptically in return.
“I know you’ve ‘been out’. Last I checked though, when you're 'out' its anything but quiet or avoiding Trolls altogether. Are 'ya feeling alright? Have you caught somethin'? You look like ya haven't been sleepin' much.”
Messy averted their eyes to stare at the bowl in front of them. They couldn't bring it up. Not yet. Its too soon and who knew how Bloo would react. Hickory either.
Jaw set firm, they respond harshly.
“Stop worrying about it. When I'm ready, I'll let you know what's up. I just need to be alone.”
A poignant pause echoed loudly between two Trolls who had rarely been at a loss for words amongst themselves. Only to be disrupted by the clattering of a spoon against bowl, and another crunching mouthful of cereal.
“Alrighty then. When you're feeling up to it, just give me a holler. I'll just be here. Worryin'. The whole time.” Bloo bitterly retorts. Disheartened and exasperated that the Troll dearest to them was undoubtedly hiding something. Something that was obviously eating away at them. Turning on heels, eyes stinging with emotion and lack of sleep, Bloo left Messy to their thoughts.
Letting out a guilt filled sigh, the tusked Troll quietly finished the meager meal and washed the dishes, leaving them to dry in the rack.
"Better get back."
On the way out the door, Messy spotted Bloo's favorite flannel hanging precariously off a chair. Without a second thought, enraptured by its sweet sent, it was snatched up as they closed the door behind them.
The hiding spot wasn't far. In fact, it was just on the other side of the tree where the pod sat. Right at it's roots. True, a bit of a climb up for Trolls who aren't versed well at using their hair to climb or repel themselves, but it was the best place to find in a tight pinch. Being so high up, and on the other side of this tree, gave off a feeling of seclusion while still having a good view of Pop Village below.
This time while ascending to their hideaway, a bat critter and a dark haired Troll decending the same tree, were approaching the pod on the other side. Unnoticed.
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Finally.
Cozy, toasty warm comfort began engulfing the freckled Troll. Eyelids became heavy, sharp toothed maw yawned satisfactorily. The light snores of the nearby scruffy-faced Troll beside them began to lull them back to slumber. If there was one comfort that always held tried and true for this Troll, it was that sleep fixed a sour mood. At least that's what their father always said. Bloo smiled at that and as they drifted off. Reminding themselves to apologize to Messy later. Maybe they were being too pushy. It was completely possible that Messy really did just need some space and some extended alone time to themselves. Afterall, a lot had happened in the trio's lives recently that required some time to process. The biggest being, that it had only been a few short weeks since Messy had banished their birth father permanently from their life. Perhaps that was the cause of Messy's avoidance lately. That they were having some extra delayed emotions to sort out. Odd though, Bloo reflected. Considering that up until Messy began their seclusion, they appeared to be extremely high spirits. Practically glowing with joy...
"I'll make Mess' favorite dinner tonight, and maybe then..." Another long yawn escaped the Troll before rolling over, slipping into a deep, blissful, dreamless sleep.
*RATTA-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT*
Incessant banging at the front door rang violently through both sleeping Troll's ears. Jolting the pair awake. Hickory before his eyes even opened, snapped up, fists raised defensively as if ready for a fight to take place at the drop of a ten gallon hat.
"WAS ZUR HÖLLE?!" Grogily he roared.
Yet the rapping at the door continued.
*RATTA-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT*
"Hun, it's okay. Easy now. It's probably just--"
"Bleib dran, ich werde sehen, was ist ze dang ruckus goin' on out there?!"
Shaking his head at his companion and banishing the remaining sleep from his features, Hickory stomped out of the room. Neglecting both housecoat and slippers by the bedside. Far too eager to greet whoever was responsible for the unwanted wakeup call. All the while, continuing to grumble and curse in a mix of both yodel and country tongue.
Sighing deeply, Bloo got themselves up, throwing on their robe and at a leisurely pace. Following suit after the ex bounty hunter to see who would face the wrath of startling the poor fella awake. Guess some old habits die hard, huh?
"Branch?"
"It's about time! Quick, where's Bloo?"
"Hold up partner. I think you're the one needin' ta answer some questions of mine before ya come bombardin' me with yer own. You know what time it is? Even for us early risers?"
"Hickory, this can't wait. Where is Bloo?"
"Listen. Iffin' this is another one of your 'security thingys' gone screwy, I'm sure we'd be more than happy to help ya later."
Approaching closer to the scene, Bloo was surprised to see Branch. Friend and newly crowned King of Pop Village, in heated discussion in the front doorway with Hickory, while also shockingly in possession of Malicious. Bloo's own pet bat.
The nervousness coming off Branch, came off in waves. Enough to throw the Rock Troll for a loop. Paranoid Branch? Nothing new. Down right nervous Branch though? That was disconcerting. Mr. 'Crazy Prepared' looked as if he saw a ghost and got lost in some bramble while escaping it. More importantly, what was Malicious doing tangled up in Branch's hair? Granted, the bat liked to go off and get into mischief, but this was a new one to add to the books. As soon as the little horned critter saw it's master's face, he bellowed a long, pitiful yowl.
"Bloo! Perfect. I need you to see something important."
"What's going on?" Bloo inquired both Trolls as they plucked the fidgety critter from it's current nesting spot. As soon as the bat was cradled in a familiar embrace,
Branch’s words practically tumbled out of his mouth.
“Malicious showed me something. Something, uh--you both need to see. It's about Messy. They...well...Just follow me!"
With that, the teal Troll darted off faster than a bobsledge bug. With no hesitation Bloo chased after him. Hickory shortly following suit after a short pause to obsorb the situation.
Did Branch find the reason why Messy had been so distant lately? Had something happened to them? What could be going on with them that they felt they couldn't confide in Bloo? Eyes burning, throat tight, and heart racing, they ran harder than they could ever recall. Holding Malicious closely to their chest. Words echoing in Bloo's head.
"Together forever?"
"No matter whatever."
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"Right here."
Branch had lead the two to a notch hole in the same tree their pod that resided at its roots. Very high up, but on the opposite side. Completely hidden away from any normal vantage. Due to placement, as well as being covered in leaves. It was no wonder how Bloo, who had lived here for quite some time now, never noticed it before. Not to mention the amount of hair power needed to help climb the majority of the way up. Hickory, having a few close calls due to his lack of experience using his hair to propel or swing himself.
The notch was dark and shaded. Nothing that would normally cause any alarm for the Troll. Afterall, Bloo had long since, lost track of how many times the two Rock Trolls on their travels, camped in spots just like this.
Wait.
Traveling...
Messy was always fondest of high places when it came to seeking shelter on their journeys. Always pefering it to Bloo's own preference of ground cover.
Was Messy...hiding? From what?
This hollow notch now made the freckled Troll tremble anxiously. What in the hair would they need to hide from, that they thought neither Hickory or Bloo could protect them from?
Malicious, ceasing the moment to break free from his master's tightening hold, slipped away. Flying up to the entrance, he sat down expectantly. Not going inside. Just sitting. Waiting. Like the smart critter always did after finding something interesting.
"Is Mess in there Mal?" The blue Troll quietly uttered. So quiet. As if afraid any octave louder would shatter their resolve.
The bat whined loudly in confirmation.
"Branch, what exactly are we gonna be layin' eyes on when we go--Branch?!"
Turning his head to question the Pop King, to Hickory's astonishment, Branch had silently left the two Trolls facing the entrance with their bat to face whatever he had lead them both to witness.
"Spooky..." He grimaced through gritted teeth.
"I'm going in."
"What? Bloo, hold yer horses! You don't know what's going in there. We gotta tread awful careful-like. 'Ya hear?
Hickory grabbed the crook of their arm, squeezing firmly to stop the Troll from walking forward.
But to no use. Yanking their freckled arm from their partner's grasp, they charged forward without looking back. Bloo didn't give a damn what might be going on. Whatever possible danger or worse was inside. Inside, lay answers to the questions Bloo and Hickory had been asking themselves for days, as well as their beloved Messy. No powers above or below in this whole wide, Trolly-World was going to stop them.
The tree and everything was deathly silent as the blue Troll rushed into the Tree knot. Hickory braced himself to chase after them. Readying himself for whatever was to come. To do whatever it took to make sure the loves of his life were safe.
It was only a moment. Two at most. As he began stepping forward, something that would chill any Troll to the bone happened. From the hollow knot the the great tree... A cry of pain from Bloo thundered.
Hickory charged in.
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Time. Time..Time...
That's all Messy kept convincing themselves they needed. More time to figure out what or how they were going to break the news to both of their partners. How would the two react? Would Bloo and Hickory be upset? Why did this have to happen now? When everything was literally perfect?
The three Trolls hadn't officially been together as a complete unit for all that long, so a conversation pertaining to this, wasn't even a thing that had been casually discussed. And as much as they rattled their brain, this was a senario Bloo and Messy had never really pictured either. Honestly, the duo had always lived their lives in the moment, a day at a time, and never planned ahead for a future. Other than always wishing for a life spent together filled with love, rock 'n roll, and adventure.
More importantly. What if? What if Bloo and Hickory wanted no part in this? This was a game changer afterall. 'What if'. All the 'what ifs' were what made them so afraid. What terrified them most though, the ‘what if’ that grabbed at the based of their heart and squeezed it near to bursting was...
"What if Bloo and Hickory leave?"
So tired. So hungry. But they couldn't leave again. At least not so soon. Who knew when it would finally happen. Who knew what might come snooping that shouldn't. Maybe they could nap, just a little while. Just to rest their eyes.
They felt the oppressive weight of sleep overtake them, activity from right outside the entrance jolted them awake. In reality, nothing altogether loud, but nonetheless shattered any trace of sleep away. Messy might normally insist that they hated having such long and pointed ears, but for situations like this, it was a blessing.
Due to the way the knot was hallowed out, it actually went a bit far back and down into the tree, giving it more privacy. The only source of light was a small jar of clapper bugs. Just enough to see around in the chamber they found themselves in, but not have it reach outside. Panic set in quickly. "Please. Please let it be just some critter out there snooping around, get bored and buzz off." The green Troll pleaded internally.
No such luck. Faint noises only grew louder and if they weren't mistaken, getting closer.
"Idiot."
Of all the things they had gathered up the last few days, they had forgotten to grab anything to defend themselves. Too late now. They just had their intellect and reflexes to go off of. Just like the good old days traveling, right? If they with Bloo's help were able to take down humongous critters before on their own, Messy could do this. They had to. Nothing was going to make its way into this spot. Claws and patience would have to do. Retreating from their spot in the corner of the space, Messy slunk to the left side of the entranceway. Waiting for their chance.
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"How far did this go back?" Bloo wondered. After the enital plunge into darkness, they felt their nerve waver momentarily.
Marching forward, the Troll reached out both arms to either side to brush the walls with their clawed fingers. Not only to guide, but to gage the new, dimly lit surroundings. Thank-Trollness the low-light vision Rock Trolls were blessed with. This would be unnerving to any other Troll.
"Yikes. Sorry Hic." They thought.
An apology best saved for later though, as a tiny glimmer of something began brightening up the darkness. Continuing on, lowering their arms to their sides, fists clenched, teeth tugged on lower lip, Bloo's steps become more assured. Confident. Messy. Anything and everything Messy.
Closer now. And coming into view. That light source. They recognized that familiar buzz of clapper beetles. Towards the center of the space right before them, it sat. From first glance seemed to be a nest. Most likely made by some critter or bird. Had Messy been caring for some wounded critter? Were they carried in by a critter? A heat rose up inside as they felt beads of cold sweat build. Reaching the entrance to the source of the light, Bloo making themselves as imposing as possible, entered.
"Mes--"
There was no chance to say much more before a shadow was on them. Instinctively, the blue Troll maneuvered themselves backwards, and was able to avoid most of whatever had just...clawed at them? Adjusting their tactic, "If its a fight they want", Bloo thought, "they'd get--
"Aaaagh!!!"
Sharp, searing pain, blossomed acrossed the leftside of their face. Followed by that oh, so familiar warmth of blood. Bloo's mouth. By all that is Trolly it hurt. And was filling up with said, unmistakable, sickeningly sweet, sticky liquid. Spitting the majority of it out, pushing the pain to the back of their mind, they rushed the figure. Charging and knocking it backward into the nest in the center of the room. With them now ontop of the thing, with the upper hand in the fight. That's when eyes and gasps synced.
"Mess?"
"Bloo?"
Bloo immediately scrambled up and off of their green haired companion. Who now, looked even more disheveled than this morning when last they saw them. Now covered in Bloo's blood. Stepping back too quickly, they tumbled back onto their backside. Holding a clawed hand their injured, bleeding, face and mouth. Fully drinking in the scene.
Messy was on their back, propped up by their elbows, chest heaving. Horrified. Their own blood trickling down from a badly nicked ear. Undoubtedly earned from a swipe from Bloo.
The nest.
This wasn't any normal critter nest.
Yes it contained twigs and leaves, but scattered throughout were items belonging to the trio of lovers. Hickory, Messy, and themselves. Mostly clothing, blankets, and anything soft or cozy. Carefully tucked and placed throughout it. Bloo could swear they even spotted some old traveling gear they hadn't touched in ages. Items like sleeping bags, tarps, and tent fabric. So that's where Hickory's favorite vest had gone to? Where Bloo's favorite band-tee went? In the center, they finally got a better look at the jar containing clapper bugs. Snug nearby was something though that made them question if their vision hadn't got damaged in the scuffle. That couldn't be right. Raising both hands up, the injured Troll clapped twice. Loudly. Making the room light up entirely. A flash of light followed by some quick blinking and they had the answer. To absolutely everything.
"Eggs? Mess, d-did you have eggs?"
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Messy in awed horror could do nothing but stare at Bloo. They imagined almost every possible sanario for revealing the fact they had indeed, laid not one egg, but two eggs.
But none. None. Came close to a sanario of them attacking the love of their life. What had they done?! Looking at Bloo. Their normally, sweet, smiling face, torn by Messy's own claws. If not for their companion being a skilled fighter in the past, they would have faired far worse. From what they could see that wasn't completely splattered in that uniquely colored blood of theirs; an almost a coral and orange hue; they had gotten a small knick on her nose, a slash on the cheek, and a large slash from the top lip to bottom lip, stopping just before reaching her chin. All on the left side. It looked horrible. What had they done? Raising their hands, and sitting up to gaze at their nasty work. It was indeed all on their hands. And on their chest. The warm substance almost glittering in the now lit room.
"I'm going to be sick." Was all that swam in their head until a voice pulled them back.
"Darlin'?! Bloo?! Sugar, answer me--"Hickory heaved. Throwing himself through the entrance. All color drained from his features once he layed eyes on his two partners. "Messy? What the hair is goin' on in here?"
"I--I hurt Bloo. I--I didn't--a--accident. Couldn't--" Messy trembled. They felt their words failing. Choking on each soft utterance they managed to let out.
"Mess?" Holding back a large hiss of pain, Bloo's attention and gaze was held only for Messy.
They were utterly confounded. Why did Bloo not look angry? They should be furious. The calm on their lover's face just begged Messy to be punished. From deep down they were pleading for Bloo to scream. To come over here and tear them to shreads. Something. Anything! Anything to satisfy or relieve the building guilt swelling inside of them.
That's when Bloo did it.
That unique thing that only their eyes could do to any Troll. Stare deep down and melt any barrier. So wholly tender. So powder blue. So accepting. Despite the pangs of pain that occasionally danced acrossed the freckled Troll's injured face, they did what always came with those eyes. Gave that small, ardour, lovesome, smile. Accompanied by those reassuring, inviting, outstretched arms.
"Together forever?" They asked.
"No matter whatever!!!" They replied.
Sobbing, Messy lunged into the embrace.
The weight of all they had been carrying, falling away at last.
There the two sat for a while. Huddled together. Until the two became three. As Hickory knelt down alongside his two companions, holding them tightly. Thanking the stars above that they both were safe.
As Messy's sobs were subsiding and both Rock Trolls were looked over by their partner. Who was able to staunch the bleeding from both Troll's injuries. Thanks to a few handy items he kept stashed in his hair. As he did so, he finally drank in the surrounding scenery.
"Are those? By all that is Trolly...those ain't--are they?" He hoarsely whispered.
"Congrats cowboy, looks like we're parents."
"Parents? You mean I'm gonna be someone's Pa?”
“Well...pop my corn." A huge grin spread from ear to ear. A glimmer of tears springing up made an appearance on his handsome face.
"You're not upset? Why aren't you both upset at all of this?"
"Oh, don't get it twisted. I'm far from okay with this lovey. Far from it being about the eggs though. I'm mad at 'ya for hiding something as big as this from us. Thinkin' you can't trust us. For hiding yourself and them away. Going and neglecting yourself--"
Their clawed hand moved hair from their face and reached out to Messy's face. Caressing it gently. Thumb stroking their cheek, light blue eyes sweeping over the green Troll's emaciated form. From days of under eating and no doubt, lack of sleep.
"I'm uh--" Tears full-forced from seemingly nowhere, began to burst forth. "I was so damn worried about you, 'ya know? I thought...well I don't know what I thought, but what if we lost 'ya? What would I do? I had no idea what you were up to. What if you were hurt? In trouble? S-s-sick? And I couldn't--" The freckled Troll between choking back tears, began Hyperventilating.
Messy's eyes widened. Gripping their lover's sholders firmly, dark blue eyes stared back at light blue ones.
"Oi! Lovey. Sweetness. Beautiful, I'm going to be alright. I'm fine. I'm here. I won't do this again. I promise. See?" They brushed tears away as gently as possible. Not trying to irritate the injuries further. Finally gaining a grasp at where Bloo's worries truly were coming from.
June.
Ever since the death of Bloo's mother, any Trolls in their life that were ill or injured, Bloo made every effort to care for them. Their biggest fear in life, being that they would loose them too.
Ofcourse there was no way Bloo was at fault for their mother's illness or death. They were a child. However that irrational fear never left them. Especially when a Troll insisted their illness or injury was 'nothing to worry about'. Neglecting themselves. Afterall if June had put herself first, it was said there was a possibility she could have survived.
Hickory embraced both Trolls tightly. Also understanding where Bloo's outburst was coming from. He kissed Messy's forehead. Eyes brimming with tears of his own.
"Ya had us both worried sick, Sugar. This might all be a mighty big surprise to take in, but your well-being was the only thing on our minds. And now, it looks like we're gonna have two more...little folks who you are gonna mean the whole world to."
"I'm starting out as a real crap parent aren't I?" They sniffled.
"Shucks Shug, ya aren't crap. Just new at this. Uh, we're all gonna be." He chuckled. "But we can at least figure this all out together. Three's better than one. Right?"
Bloo giggled at that. Messy nodded. While both wiped tears away. The future just got a whole-lot bigger to the trio. And every step from there on out was going to be a new, uncertain, but thrilling adventure.
"How about it? Ready to give this a whirl? I'm ready to rock." Bloo winked.
"I'm honky-tonkin' stoked!" Hickory whooped and yodeled in delight.
"Let's do this. Together." Messy beamed.
Scooting over, the green Troll tenderly lifted and cradled the two ‘results’ of their ever growing love for the two Trolls who showed them how to love and be loved. Who together they were all learning that love is ever changing. The highs, the lows, the ebbs and the flows…
It grows as we go.
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Song that inspired the title for this chapter:
This is technically the first Efflorescence Au fic I'm posting on this blog. It's obviously not in order of events. This takes place once Hickory, Bloo, and Messy become an established romantic unit. However, this was a cute one shot that was the brainchild of a prompt IRL Messy came up with a year ago that I just never stopped loving and working on. On how the twins Paloma and Absinthe, the trio's first kiddos came to be.
I hope you all enjoy! Eventually I'll get around to properly tagging, organizing, and posting things on this blog. But I had an urge I needed to scratch real bad to post this because I had just finished writing it. ^_^
Ttyl! Let's hope this is a start to getting back to making some Efflorescence Au content!
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3ndun0btained · 2 months
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GODDAMNIT DOC SCRATCH STOP FUCKING AROUNF WITH MY MIC-
sorry sometimes i just break into song- BABY BABY BABEYYYY IF U REALLY WANT MEEE- so sorry about thisHONEY GET SOME PATIENCE MAYBE THEN YOULL GET A TASTE CALL ME TASTY TASTY- oh my god this is so unprofessional im so-ILL BE LACED WITH LACEY ITLL MAKE YOU CRAZY!!! T TO THE A TO THE S T E Y FUCKING TASTY T THO THE A TO THE S T E Y FUCKING- make it stop oh god TASTEY D TO THE E TO THE L I C I O U S TO THE D TO THE E TO THE THE LET ME JUST SPELL IT OUT FOR YOU god just look away ALL THE TIME I TURN AROUND TROLLS GATHER ROUND ALWAYS SNIFFING AT ME TRYING TO GUESS THE COLOR OF MY BLOO- *gunshot*
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ameliaoxx · 8 months
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That's rlly nice!!
Thanks for sharing
And I didn't know you adopted the glitter troll from bloo! Such a cute design she fits you so much hehe
Thankies >w<
Awee you think so? ówò 💖💕 I really loved her desing >w<
I adopted 4 trolls from her actually! One of them is Berry and Jericho's father ✨ (I just still working on their lore and all that lol)
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blooeyedtroll · 2 months
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🐚✨SHELL!✨🐚 I made a Trollsona for one of oldest and bestest friends (irl) as a surprise gift.
My friend is nonbinary, loves edm/pop/vaporwave music, is obsessed with pinball and does pinball competitions, and works/studies in the dental field.
I think I did a good job capturing their vibe as a Troll. Lmao.
I plan on working them into my Trolls Efflorescence AU, as a character that pops up from time to time. In both fics and art.
Like a lot of Trolls, shortly after the occurrence of TWT, Shell moved to Trollstopia. They decided live and set up shop as a dentist in Pop Village.
They have a passion to help others and offers their services to critter animals, Bergens, and any other living creature who needs it.
Bloo is Shell’s closest and oldest friend. They both met when they were young teens. Which was during the time Messy and Bloo lived on the road and traveled the world. Shell and Bloo briefly dated around that time. They quickly realized they were better as buds. lol. They’ve been friends ever since. It was a pleasant surprise to the two when they both just happened to move to Pop Village around the same time.
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Happy very late birthday to the amazing @blooeyedtroll ✨💙 :D
Hope your birthday was fun and great! And hopefully I did these beautiful characters justice! ✨ 💚 💙 💛 UwU ✨
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allysartstuff · 3 years
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It’s @blooeyedtroll’s bithday today! I made a quick doodle to celebrate! ~💙
Bloo (c) @blooeyedtroll
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autism-world · 3 years
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Bloo Stimboard
Character belongs to @blooeyedtroll
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Feel free to request a stimboard!
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@blooeyedtroll said I could so I did, this is their trollsona Bloo and I hope you like it Bloo cause I love your art (and I draw a lot of inspiration from your style if that wasn't obvious lol)
Other than my oc which I drew yesterday this is the first time I've drawn in years I can't draw feet (or anything) but I tried and I really hope you like it
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munchkinlatte · 3 years
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Art Trade with @blooeyedtroll :3 Had lots of funnnn drawing the cuties
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