I Was Thinking About Branch's Country Outfit In That One Episode Of Trollstopia, And This Post @hickoppy

Reblog if you’re LGBTQ+ or support it, have a cat named Valerie, or want to violently fling yourself into the void

Wait, I have a another addition to that fic idea I'll probably never use.

Pinky and the Brain step on a piece of paper as they go to leave.

It sticks to Pinky's foot, and when Brain tries to rip it off, he sees what's on it.

Its some saucey Brinky fanart.... 🤣

Don't you fucking love it when you go to lay down for bed and you get bombarded with fic ideas that you will never end up using? I got no sleep because I kept thinking about a Phineas and Ferb/ Animaniacs/ Pinky and the Brain crossover. Help me.

favorite thing about Queen Essence

“Where do I even BEGIN? 💕💞💕💞💓💖💓💖 The short answer is… Aboslutely everything. She IS my everything. 💕”

Can't Keep It a Secret Forever (part 3)

They were all looking at him.

Every trolls' gaze was focused on him.

He could see them whispering. Pointing. LOOKING at him.

Branch hated being watched. That's why he made the fear bunker and planted all the cameras around the village. So he'd be the one with the advantage. He'd be the one watching.

And to make things worse, a few of them had that look on their face. That look Branch despised so much.

Pity.

That look they gave him when his grandmother first died.

Pity.

That look they gave him when he told him why he had gone grey all those years ago.

Pity.

That look they gave him when that stupid song that ruined his whole life came on.

He didn't need their pity.

He didn't want their pity.

He wanted to be a normal troll.

And he thought meeting all the new tribes could make that dream a reality, but no. His past ruined that too.

And- wait, did he say all of that out loud?

Branch felt his heart stop.

No, no, nonono. I did NOT just do that.

The look spread from troll to troll.

Branch stepped backwards, desperate to escape all these sad faces and open arms.

I never should have come.

Poppy stepped towards Branch, "I'm so sorry Branch, I-"

"No! Didn't you hear my accidental speech?"

Poppy paused, "Yes, but I-"

"Then why are you doing it still? Why are you treating me like some injured cuddlepup?"

"I just want to make sure you're okay!"

Tears rolled down Branch's face, "I'm FINE,"

He looked over at the delegates and sighed, "I'm sorry Lownote. Holly. Dante. Val. Synth…." His voice cracked on the last name, "I'm sorry you had to see me like this,"

Then he spun around and ran off.

Tears streamed down Poppy's face, "I just wanted to help him,"

Holly walked over and placed a hand on her shoulder, "Maybe you're not the right troll for that,"

Poppy turned to Holly, wrapped her arms around her and sobbed.

Synth stood stunned. He didn't realize how… sad Branch was.

I've gotta go after him.

There ya go! Part 3. Still not really done, but this part was SO MUCH BETTER than part 2. You guys good with some Brynth?

Outfit Swap <3

(Is it messy? Yes. Do i care? No.)

Here's a terrible Barb drawing.... ok maybe it's not TERRIBLE but it's not amazing either.

That’s it that’s the post...

I'm sorry. I looked at her and thought, PINEAPPLE.

Can't Keep It a Secret Forever

Branch looked in the mirror and sighed.

Maybe they won't notice… he thought to himself.

Ugh, who am I kidding? Of course they'll notice.

Branch looked down at his hands. They were the same color they had been for those 20 terrible years after his grandmother had died.

He was used to turning grey every so often. But this time was worse.

He had agreed to come to a party the day before. A party being put on by the delegates.

He had done his best to hide his past from them, so they wouldn't think of him as this sad, grey, miserable troll, but now it didn't matter.

If he showed up grey, he'd be forced to tell them what was wrong.

If he didn't show up, they'd know that he was keeping something from them.

He turned off the lights in his bunker and got onto the elevator.

They already know there's something different about me. They've seen my bunker.

He climbed out of the bunker and stood there for a moment.

It'll be fine… he tried to reassure himself. But he knew it was a lie.

He began to walk towards the village, mentally preparing himself for what was about to unfold.

Did I do ok? Should I make a part two? I hope it wasn't too terrible.