#dickory trolls

[ransiquack]

epic imdb sketch page inspired by @mariahdoby13

(i did not think Arthur Pendragon would be that fun to draw)

[rose-garden-posts]

Realizing your crushing on your “roommate” must be top 10 most embarrassing moments. Sadly dickory was even worse cause he didn’t realize he was already domestically in love with John until a random Wensday morning when he went to get the two of them up for the day.

Like imagine you’re just going to get up your roommate and little brother for the day. And when you walk into the room you can’t help but smile because those are your people. Your people are both annoying, way too loud, and pains in your ass. They are yours though, and moments like this make you feel like maybe everything is okay for a moment. Your little brother, and your friend sleeping away the morning. For that small second you think; ‘I wish I could be in this moment forever.”

Then you realize when you say that you don’t just mean this exact moment. You mean every moment, every morning waking up like this. You want your friend in your life forever. Without them this moment would be missing something vital and you’re not sure you could live without it. You don’t know if you could enjoy living life without…them. Just like that you figure out that you can’t live without him, and now the moment is new and different and you don’t know how to feel about it.

[danizinha-gameplays]

HEY GUYS!!

ART TRADE!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉

With the wonderful talented @dodoizweird !!!! MY BESST BEEESSTT FRIENDD

HERE! HE ASKED ME TO DRAW DICKORY FROM TROLLS!!!!

He was very fun to draw!! I think trolls in general are very fun to draw, especially our amazing yodeler!!!

BUT WAIT GUYS... SPOOKY MONTH IS COMING

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-AAAAAAA JAUUUUNNEEE!!!

YES! HE DREW JAUNE FOR ME!! AND IT LOOKS INCREDIBLE!!! LOOK AT THESE DETAILS!! SHE LOOKS COMPLETELY BEAUTIFUL! HER PHONE FROM EP 5... OH @dodoizweird THE ARTIST YOU ARE!!

IM GONNA PRINT IT AND PUT IN MY ROOM!

But seriously, i love it sosososososososos much. THANK YOU!! 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

[scyape]

HICKORY DUMP lawl

[chiki-teddy]

Inspired by all the Dickory x John Dory posts hehe, I think they hung out

[thebeddrawer]

I ship John Dory with delta Dawn I ship John Dory with Dickory I ship John Dory with Chaz

As exs of course now but I still think there is still some drama going on between him and them

The man didn’t move one the man can’t move one it’s hard so he just try to forget the feeling

By the way to me John Dory has a type

Red hair bitches (excuse my language)

Delta dawn’s hair is considered orange-red

Dickory’s hair is considered reddish-orange

Chaz’s hair is considered red

Did you guys notice something the letters R.E.D is in the color of their hair , he just loves red headed trolls

I mean it’s true even if is considered a different color but Dickory’s hair is considered actually red like when you can people ginger or redheads right!!!

But still they all give off the color red !!! 

Okaaaaay so let see here

First was delta Dawn he came to town dragged by Rhonda after he got a heat stroke and stayed in lonesome flat till he managed to wake again and as a form of saying thank you he stayed for the whole summer help as much as he can falling in love with the mayor’s day in the process and leaving her like a cowered because he basically thinks he is toxic .

Second was Dickory he met Dickory and hickory while hiking with toddler Rhonda and he helped them along the way and the spark quickly let up between them but of course Dickory is a bit of a hothead so when John did something dangerous (and adventure John calls it) while hickory was with him he yelled at them out of fear for the both of them! And that ended the relationship because John Dory released he really affected them badly and scared both of them many times

Third and the last one was Chaz , Chaz is considered really sexy in the trolls world and John is younger than Chaz believe it or not and a bit of a pathetic troll you know why ? Because he really melts at sweet words, and Chaz talents was sweet talk but….they always get in fights and it almost leads to them fighting with their own hands, the last time they fought was when they broke up Chaz gave John Dory a scare on his left eyebrow and all what John did was try to choke him to death but was unsuccessful because of Rhonda jumping up and down after she picked a random big stick

So yeah that’s about it 

[seldomscilence16]

The Dream Au Gift Part 4!

This one is a little shorter cause I got super busy but wanted to give ya'll something! Which also means I didnt edit it so sorry in advance! Check out 'The dream au' tag for awesome art, snippets, and other amazing writers takes! And check out @hey-hey-j the creator and fantastically talented mind behind it all and more!

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Floyd has been unconscious since he found him. Tossing and turning and sick, but never awake. He’s wary of leaving his side, but he knows he needs to talk to his kids, and the island has been so worried… 

“Ngh-” He’s trembling, trying to push himself up, it's the first sign of anything, and Bruce is quick to pull him close, to support his weak frame. 

“Floyd, hey-” he fights in his hold, hand gripping Bruce's shirt far tighter than he should be able to in his condition, “It's okay!” 

“Whe-” gasping breaths from a too thin frame, “Where are they?” His other hand reaches for his own hair, faltering and panicked. 

Bruce carefully plucks the egg from his hair, placing it gently against Floyd's chest, 

“Here, they’re here, they’re safe.” Pulling him closer, trying to calm his own heart in some sense of reassurance, “You’re safe.”

Floyd cradles the egg, all his strength going into the action as he slumps against Bruce. His half lidded eyes are focused only on the precious cargo, but whether he’s actually taking anything in or not, the elder has no clue. When fuchsia pupils are hidden once again, when fever and unconsciousness dig their claws deep into the younger, and quiet raspy breaths once again fill the silence, Bruce lets a tear fall. Only one, before he takes a shuddering breath and situates his brother again, wiping at his face and returning to his position at his side. 

He couldn’t say how much time passes before his wife joins him. Her head laid so gently beside him as she kneels at the bedside. They speak in soft tones, and he takes strength in her supportive presence, and while the idea of leaving this room, leaving his side, had his stomach twisting and heart clenching, there is no one he trusts more than the woman before him. 

.

John hears arguing. 

An accented voice and another with a raspy quality to it. He thinks there's a few others in the background, but he’s more focused on the tones. His hair stands on end, nerves wound tight as he takes a stake from his hair, rarely does he run into other friendlies on the road, especially so close to a giant colony. He crouched low, ears flickering to pinpoint the louder voice-

He lunges.

.

Branch sees the figure around the same time Dickory does, but it does nothing to allow either of them to react in time. Barb flails backwards, Viva has Poppy pushed behind her, Hickory is still too surprised to do more than hold the stake wielding arm at a distance. Clay actually reacts first, gripping Branch’s shoulder as he breathes out another haunting name, before shouting it again with his arms up and out to draw attention,

“John!” 

His head whips around, faltering just barely as he takes the two in,

“Stop! He's with us!”

“He’s Floyd's Boyfriend!” Branch adds, a little too off put to say much else, anything to shock him enough to stop attacking. 

“He’s Floyd’s what now!?” 

“What is happening…?” Barb has been helped up by Poppy, staring at the frozen scene with a perplexed look, like she had been ready to fight and halted too soon, stuck in the lurch as it were. 

“The dead are coming back to life left and right is what's happening.” Branch mutters, heart calming just enough for some of that bitterness to return. 

“Let him go John, before you get yourself killed.” Clay warns reluctantly, motioning to the shorter yodeler that looks a moment away from throttling the visor wearer. 

John looks from one to the other, slowly lowering his weapon and releasing Hickory, he does a 180 as he turns to Clay and Branch, 

“I can’t believe you guys are alive!” He throws his arms out, grin wide, and maybe Branch can see some genuine relief in his eyes, but it's still over 20 years too late.

When silence follows his exclamation and neither brother moves forward to greet him, an awkwardness and tension war to fill the air and Poppy is never one to let it linger,

“Okay! Um… Hi, I’m Poppy. My newly found sister Viva, Queen Barb of Rock, Hickory and Dickory, and I guess you already know those two… Uh,” her eyes flash around their group and surroundings for only a moment, “It's getting dark, why don't we make camp, and figure out our next move.” 

Everyone warily dispersed to do just that, Branch ignoring John's dejected look, as Poppy appears at his side with a worried tilt to her brow. He releases a quiet sigh, but takes her offered hand as they go to collect firewood. 

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Viva had not expected her day to turn out like this. To meet other Trolls, to reunite with her sister- who wasn't dead!- to agree to leave the putt putt course and join her on this journey… 

She was kinda freaking out. 

The jump scare just now didn’t help, and the tension between so many members was making her nervous, only added to with their newest addition. There were so many questions, but just like herself, no one looked ready to talk about it just yet. 

Their newest member stood where he had been left, Dickory eyeing him where he was setting up their sleeping spaces. John looked lost, and sad. A million emotions in his eyes, one's she didn't know, and ones she did. For all of Dickory's suspicion, she had no doubts that he too recognized some. 

And with their current group… It likely wouldn’t be addressed quickly. 

She makes eye contact with the shorter Yodeler as she shuffles closer to John Dory, figuring for once that her speed wouldn’t be appreciated here. To his credit, John's ear twitches at her approach, obviously still aware. His face changes as he straightens up, turning to look at her with only a little strain to his smile, 

“Princess Viva, good to see you alive, or would it be Queen now?” His brow furrows at the thought, the passage of time a tricky thing to deal with. 

“Mm, Clay and I are Co leaders of the Putt Putt Trolls.” Viva offers with a shrug and a so-so gesture. 

John blinks a few times, and Viva can see his brain turning all the new info around, before he nods, eyes going to where his two brothers had gone- in different directions. She thinks she might see something click, and she's reminded of the Band she loved so much, and how different they all are now. 

How real they are. 

“What brings you out here?” She finally asks, breaking the tense silence. 

“Found some food!” 

Their eyes snap back to the designated camping area, where a fire has been started already and tents set up, a pot hanging over the flames. 

“We should help out.” 

Viva’s lips purse as John walks away, avoiding her question as his shoulders sag with whatever heavy weight he’s carrying. 

Dickory sits beside him as they eat, a silence hanging over them all as even Viva and Poppy fail to lighten the mood. Eventually, John wanders to the border of their little clearing, sitting against a tree, only then do conversations slowly pick up. 

It bugs her.

But she's not sure why.  

…

“There you are! Are you alright?” 

Hickory can’t draw his eyes away from the letter, reading over it once more, each swirly slightly crooked letter. 

“It's not his handwriting.” Admitting it out loud feels like a window shutting on his shoulders. 

“You think the brother’s telling the truth?” Dickory sits beside him, he can feel the worried eyes scanning his profile as a tear escapes his careful facade. 

“What other choice do I have?” His voice goes hoarse, the letter crinkling in his fists, he has to force his grip to lessen as not to tear the evidence. His brother is silent for a long moment,

“I'm sorry…” Rarely does Dickory’s voice sound like this, “I shouldn't have asked you to come with me.” The guilt… 

“It's not your fault.” Hickory has to swallow the lump in his throat, for all his anger and fear, he never means to hurt his brother.

“But if I hadn’t-”

“Stop it.” He finally turns to him fully, firm as he looks him in the eyes, “I’m the one who left. If it's anyone's fault-” his shoulders slump-

“Now you stop it.” Dickory’s hand is solid and warm on his shoulder.

And despite the despair and guilt, an understanding passes between them. 

They’d have each others backs, like they always did. 

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