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ottosbigtop · 3 months
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Took some requests over on twt :]!!!
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queam · 4 months
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Another trolls art dump
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anonymousqp · 3 months
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Was practicing how I wanted to stylize the trolls, should I have added more hearts be honest /silly
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funkyfoggyfroggy · 2 months
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This really happened (I work at DreamWorks)
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koppaiterocker · 4 months
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I had to go to Twitter for this one help me
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cat-bitch · 3 months
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@zebrafoxinbox 你是要發了沒啦😭😭😭😭
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stellacatus · 3 months
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MAMI SOY TU VAQUERO, DIME VAQUERO
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grim-ghosty · 25 days
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Hello, It's been a while. I'm back with some art for the Bounty Hunter Branch au.
I was asked a while ago about interactions between the other bounty hunters and Branch, so I drew some.
Now, I'm going to Info dump about The Bounty Hunter's relationship with Branch.
Hickory: When he first saw Branch, he thought Branch was some small kid who got lost. When he found out about Branch being one of the new bounty hunters, he was heartbroken. How can a kid so little do such a dangerous job? Where was his parents? Where does he live? Why is he out here alone? Why is he gray? All these questions plagued his mind, so from that day onward, he was determined to befriend his stubborn kid.
Dickory: At First, he didn’t care about Branch. He was just some little kid trying to get himself killed, but then, over the years, he heard about how the grey hunter would take out his targets with ease. He was as quick as lighting and quiet as a mouse. No one could catch him. It was like he was invisible. After that, Dickory didn’t trust Branch. Saying he's hiding something.
K-Pop Gang: They are very curious about the lonely teenager. They are also worried about him being gray, but they don’t ask because the last time when Hickory asked, Branch yelled and almost got into a fight with him, and no one saw him for two weeks after that. It also doesn’t help that Branch doesn’t like music and cuts off the radio when he walks into The Milkshake Bar. It makes it hard to connect with him. But that doesn’t stop them. They will try to befriend him no matter what.
Tresillo: He didn’t know about Branch until he saw him collecting a bounty. He had never seen anything like it, a fog that makes trolls fall asleep. When he woke up after the fog knocked him out, he saw the village was fine, but the mayor was missing, and no one knew where he went. He felt better that no one else was hurt. But, after that, he became wary of Branch.
Marimba and Tambora: They don’t think anything of Branch. But they know Tresillo is uneasy around him, so they are also wary of Branch.
Chaz: He never seen Branch but knows of him. He stays clear of him.
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hickorybickory · 4 months
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SOMETHING I NOTICED
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funktrolls · 9 months
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[ 2022 ] trolls art log 12
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eggofthefish · 2 months
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Just Like Him ficlet/comic (tw child neglect, mild self-harm(shaving with straight razor), dissociation , grief, alcohol)
He was fifteen now, the past year and a half made him shoot up in height, outgrowing his older brother much to his sibling’s chagrin. His voice grew deeper and awkward prickly hairs filled his chin, he was a bit gangly and didn't quite fit into his own body yet, but he was delighted by the change- to see a beard cut a more mature face. It was an added bonus that jobs got easier, and he became a more active part in their hunts. Though he was pleased his brother’s mood soured further, a pinched brow seemed to become a permanent fixture on his face and the impossibility of his brother drifting away from him further became a reality. Nights in the motels they’d stay in were lonelier, the cold crept in just that little more. 
The worst thing though, was Dickory’s drinking, he hadn’t done it in years.. Not since.. Not that he was an angry drunk, though one would think that was the case due to his short temper. No no, when his brother drank he became subdued. Quiet. Like everything has been lifted off of him and left him a doll of feeling. It made Hickory’s skin crawl to see his brother like that, to see him shed of everything that made him his brother and he just couldn’t make hooves or tails of why he was relapsing. Nothing was worse than feeling that helpless, than helping his brother to bed after he came to their room and slumped against a wall. Why? Why was he tearing himself apart? He wanted to help him, but he wouldn’t let him. Why. It was one night he understood. After being helped to bed for perhaps the fourth time that week, before he had pulled away to sleep in his own bed, Dickory grabbed his arm and pulled him close. He blinked, now leaned over to look face to face, eyes wide open when he felt a hand on his cheek. His brother brushed the facial hair, thumb against the prickly growth, a reminder of the premature beard he gained. 
His brother spoke, quiet words slurred together but it felt loud.
“You look just like him.”
Hickory’s stomach plummeted, words that would normally have made him so happy felt like a blow to the gut when on his brother’s face was unmasked grief. His brother didn’t see him, he saw Papa. He was why.
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The younger reeled back, nausea rolled over him. Was this all his fault? Was this why his brother drank? His mind raced, his skin didn’t feel like his own. Hickory gripped at his face, nails picking at his scruff and scratching. He had to fix this. Breathes came short and tight, and he stumbled off into the small bathroom, leaving his slumbering brother to his dreams.
That expression, his brother’s pain felt seared in his mind. Before he knew it he was gripping on his brother’s straight razor and leaning over the sink, shaky fingers clumsily swiping on his chin- he’d never done this before. A few knicks and cuts interrupted the glide and he struggled to look himself in the eye until he finished, when he was clean shaven but sullied with blood.
Rinsed off, he grabbed tissue paper and blotted the spots, looking more like a paper mache project than a troll when he finally met his eyes and took in his face. He looked less like Papa, he thought, though the memory was hazy. In fact everything was at that moment, fuzzy hard to place, floating. He rubbed at his eyes a few times, trying to focus on himself but everything was far away. Was this even enough? Was anything he did enough? What a spit in his brother’s face, what a shame of his own to wear a dead man’s face, to remind his family of what he lost. Things had been better, he thought, but maybe they never were and the healing was skin deep. It was his fault, it had to be.
He'd ended up cleaning his mess, wiping up his hair and the droplets of red, finishing up with a polished blade tucked back in place. He didn't go to bed so much as the bed came to him, when without realizing it the flickering bathroom light was traded with his creaky bed and the cover thrown over his head. Tucked in, he closed his eyes, curled up and holding his pillow close. The desire to clutch it was strong, to hold onto something tight and not let the comfort go, but he was too tired to do anything but hold it loose limbed and gently cuddle his face into it. 
As if the pillow needed a gentle touch, as if the pillow was fragile. 
Sleep came blissfully fast.
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ninjaturtlemaniac · 2 months
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Boom! Done! Part 2 With all of Brozone + Poppy in progress.
Creek - Had this idea that in a future movie they find Creek and he's gone grey. (Yes I know he's in the show but pfttttt)
King Trollex - Wanted to know what formal wear for a Techno Troll would look like. A glow-bead cape, headdress and necklace seemed to fit.
Hickory - Indulging in some Country Troll habits. Also wanted to play with different head angles.
Riff - The man finally got that college credit!
DJ Suki - Spoiler? In the show DJ Suki becomes part of an exchange program with the Techno Trolls. Wanted to know what she'd look like after living with them for a while.
Dickory - He was truely only mad because he wanted to be the handsome cowboy instead of the tail!
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anonymousqp · 3 months
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“This is my brother, dickory”
“Did you know a redwood tree could grow up to 130 meters”
“OF COURSE I KNEW THAT”
“WELL FUCK YOU THEN”
You have to acclimate the two to eachother slowly over time like cats
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funkyfoggyfroggy · 20 days
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Sometimes, you gotta step out of your comfort zone
(and draw your favourite character for the 100th time, but this time it's with watercolour so it's different, I swear!!)
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casycloud090 · 2 months
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ROCK ZOMBIES ROCK ZOMBIES ROCK ZOMBI
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Putt putt trolls is a gang now I guess…
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You know, I love the idea of Bounty hunter!Branch
Let this man out of the forest that shaped him up, that though him how to take down larger prey efficiently.
Let him out into the world where no troll has ever seen one like him, one as determined to survive to the point of spending 20 years without giving up to his greyness. Unknowingly surviving what many others could not.
Let him go feral on the targets that deserve it, those who cannot outrun this persistent hunter who learned to keep going until your prey can't anymore.
Let the other bounty hunters meet him and become his comrade, his friend. Let him feel safe with them because the bonds he makes with them mean they'll watch his back and he'll watch theirs.
Let him meet people who'll understand and accept him.
Half feral or not.
Colors or not.
Silent or not.
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