"You're kinda weird for a Pop Troll, huh?"
I gave her a flat look, ears back. "I'm not a Pop Troll. I'm a shapeshifting predator that Poppy befriended and convinced not to eat everyone."
There was a moment of silence. Then Barb nodded. "'Kay, that tracks."
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no better comedy than the immoral villainous seemingly irredeemable cousin going from 'no one will love me i am a monster inside' to domestically raising kids with his sort-of-enemy maybe former-tortured-prisoner and the whole time he's STRICKEN with wtf is even happening are we in love? are we married? is this a ride to die?? can't even call this a speedrun bc the speed at which events had happened is so jarring it tore the fabric holding fragile realities together.
did they date? unsure, uncertain, no one is going to ASK they like their heads where those are thanks. does anyone know what's happening? not even these guys know and they're coparenting while yearning at pathetic ASTRONOMICAL levels. something something repressed guilt pride severe doubt and insecurity inferiority complexes. also one day you're torturing this guy and the next week he's taking your brother to school and folding your collective household laundry, there is not a set of vocabulary that can express how fast everything had been going and you're thinking 'this is why people stay in marriages bc the fall out is terrible, the paperwork the bureaucracy the courts the law the custody battles. not saying this will be me bc i chose to be shackled as love's slave but objectively this is some truly scary shit' and you're saying this as someone who ripped out tongues the other night
meanwhile the other guy is just too smug about it all. it is also possible that he may have orchestrated events so it seems all coincidental. sometimes a man gets tired of being gunned down at the ripe old age of 20-something and says fuck it i'll raise a teenager and a disgraced former heir of a criminal empire it'll be like my old job less blood more laundry. nobody checks in with him this much when he was doing a good job bodyguarding so now he thrives in bickering with his former captor in an ikea-renovated kitchen in the suburbs about how much spice is tolerable in a dish (mediocre cooking) while said captor is fretting over him in barely-repressed yearning and pathetic adoration. pete is too asian and polite to bring it up but sometimes he's like yeah this dude truly was swinging above his weight when he landed me. 'im the sucker that was baited by his pretty face. now i trap him in marriage and love. it's fair enough'
unstoppable force (one man's cringe and deep asian shame) vs immovable object (another man's equally asian grudge and paying even)
eventually vegas confronts pete about baby trapping him (the baby is macau) and pete saying no YOU DID that is YOUR baby YOU trapped ME so they keep this up for a while until macau interrupts like I TRAPPED BOTH OF YOU CAN YOU PLEASE GO MAKE OUT AND BE NORMAL.
IKEA renovated kitchen was inspired by this entire FIC please love and shower the author with flowers and rice. it finishes today i got the email notif and ducked out from work to read it in a corner i have normal feelings about god's creation
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You know what? I'm embracing the cringe. I'm confessing it.
When the Steven Universe movie came out, I projected myself onto Spinel because I'd also been abandoned by my friends. To this day, I have an appreciation for the solid writing and voice acting that went into making such a relatable villain. She was my Naruto Toothbrushing mental-health stabilizer.
(Y'all know what I'm referencing, right? This isn't weird? You know the post about how if you believe Naruto would want you to brush your teeth and it helps you care for yourself it's ok to pretend that?)
I confessed. Now, you have to tell me something cringey about yourself.
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Trolls OC's~
I would like to preface this post by saying I am really, really bad at drawing. I apologize for exposing you all to what has crawled forth from my brain and demanded Hug Time.
This is Bryony and Sierra~
These two sisters show up in Pop Village and are welcomed by the Pop Trolls. But, this pic above is not how they look when they first arrive... Meet the Feltdragons:
Feltdragon info:
Feltdragons are quadruped critters native to the Trolls world, similar to Gristle's pet alligator but a bit smaller.
They're mostly solitary predators or live in small family units. Community isn't really a familiar concept for them.
They are omnivores that live in the mountainous regions and rely primary on hunting small insects and critters, and supplementing their diet with fruits and roots.
Feltdragons have the ability to shapeshift, but the ability has rules. It's not easy to do and a Feltdragon has to understand what they're shifting into. They can't look like just anything or anyone.
Feltdragons are similar to trolls in that they have True Colors. When they shapeshift, they always keep these colors.
Young Feltdragons are a single color and develop a secondary color on their body when they hit puberty, and then get a tertiary color when they reach full adulthood. The colors appear as markings on various parts of their bodies.
Feltdragon names usually come from the land around them, such as mountain words or wild nature words, but not usually flowers or soft things. They tend to prefer names that make them appear strong or independent.
Bri and Sierra:
Bri and Sierra's parents aren't in the picture anymore, so Bri is raising her little sister, despite still being a teen herself.
Bri had to grow up fast, so she is very much a "I'm very tough look how tough I am, I will growl at you" kind of teen.
Sierra is the opposite, very soft. Too soft for a predator species. She's a vegetarian and makes it her mission to befriend anyone she can. Bri humors her but secretly worries her little sister wouldn't be able to survive on her own.
Bri's True Colors are lavender and sky blue. She doesn't like how she looks, as they are pastel and not very intimidating. She would prefer Sierra's cherry red coloring.
When the two of them find Pop Village, Sierra fits right in while Bri struggles to understand why tiny creatures would rather play with them than flee in terror.
Bri feels a lot of insecurity about how Sierra fits in so well with the Trolls. She secretly wonders if she should take off and leave Sierra to be raised in this positive environment without her... But Bri hasn't said this idea out loud yet.
Once the two dragons have been in the Village for a while, and it truly sinks in to Bri how the Trolls accept them for who they are despite being a predator species, that is what allows her to shift to her Troll shape.
In Troll shape both Bri and Sierra have two strands of hair that stick up from their heads, looking like horns, and both have little bitty fangs.
Sierra has a gifted Hug Time bracelet she never takes off. Bri is not a fan of being hugged and declined one. Multiple times.
When Bri loses her temper her eyes change to slitted shapes, whether she is in Feltdragon or Troll form.
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