Si Branch Fuera Mujer Se Llamaría Bramble Y No Pienso Discutirlo Con Nadie ( 　'-' )ノ)`-' )

Mi trollsona aprovecharía la distracción para tomar un sorbo de ese café.

HI!!! so i got this comic done by @15-heidune for a coffee shop au idea i had of some ocs. there's mine, @rocksibblingsau 's, @dialga64bitz with 15's oc and @raccoon1008 at the end there. i hope every enjoys this as much as i do.

Datos de Freshwater AU para que el blog no muera.

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La mamá de DJ Suki se llama "AJ Suki" y su papá se llama "Birch"

AJ Suki es mitad Pop, mitad Reggaeton por parte de un bisabuelo, ella, DJ Suki y más adelante CJ Suki, heredaron bastantes rasgos de Reggaeton, entre ellos están las manchas en sus cuerpos.

DJ Suki tiene un hermano mayor, pero no tiene contactó con el.

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¡dios mió, me encanta y muchas gracias!

¿aceptas solicitudes? ¿podrías dibujar a mi Techno Branch AU? Por favor.

(la información de mi AU esta en mi perfil)

I love the idea of Techno branch, your au is awesome!!!

(Also its super fun to see someone else in the trolls and dpxdc fandom :>)

"Overly ambitious inventor whose creations always explode"

Voy a explotar tantas cosas ✦‿✦

Surprise! Tumblr just got turned into an epic fantasy RPG, just like [your favorite appropriate media franchise]. And the Tumblr RPG's plot needs to have all of its characters covered, in roles both large and small.

That means that you are assigned to a stereotypical RPG role inside our new fantasy world. Spin this wheel to find out what you are now doing for a living.

Datos de Freshwater AU para mantener viva la cuenta.

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Para el punto de vista de los Trolls Pop, Trance y Cooper tienen una resistencia al azúcar muy baja pero para los otros Trolls del Techno y del Funk es anormalmente alta.

Al mismo tiempo, DJ Suki podría comer uno, dos o tres cupcakes (o magdalenas) menos que el Pop troll promedió y decir que esta llena, cuando en realidad ya se empalago y no puede comer más debido a su parte Reggaeton.

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Here's a little preview of the Freshwater AU fanfic! I know I'm taking a while, I have no excuses, I got a little distracted.

Les judo que me falta poco para que lo terminé.

¿como se conocieron DJ Suki y Trance?

Cuando Trance tenía una semana de edad, Rosiepuff decidió que el necesitaba a alguien con quién jugar porque sus hermanos pasaban demasiado tiempo ensayando o haciendo conciertos y Trance estaba solo la mayor parte del tiempo, ella no iba a permitir eso y se dispuso a encontrar a alguien.

Ahí entra AJ Suki, la Mamá de DJ Suki e hija de una antigua amiga cercana de Rosiepuff que murió hace unos Trollsticios atrás, aún mantenían el contactó y ella estaba más que encantada con la idea, por lo que una semana después DJ Suki y Trance se conocieron, se llevaron bien al instante y pasaron todo el día jugando, corriendo y tocando los objetos personales de BroZone.

Durante todo el día solo se escucharon risas y gritos en la vaina de Rosiepuff y cuando los hermanos volvieron, se encontraron con dos trollings durmiendo en la alfombra de la sala.

¡Thanks univers!

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¡Gracias universo!

Reblog chain time! Take the Witch Brozone Member Are You? quiz, then post your results! (Also tag some ppl [duh!])

Quiz was made by @Hippiegrande2024 on Fandom!

Tags! @elder-sister @yasmimgo760 @thiswillbecoolsoon @randxartz @j-ad1 @olavored @sweetwolf05 @arbie-right-back @wanderingthinks @osielmuppet @wanderingthinks @lolipopheart

Feel free to tag yourself in!

Así que... Solo voy a dejar esto por haca:

Y adiós :D

My baby, my baby

DPxDC

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Jason has been having dreams. Dreams of him living a different life. Almost every night he would go to bed and wake up in a different apartment. One that was cleaner but had more possessions in it. He would walk down the hall to a room that was space-themed, with glow-in-the-dark stars filling the ceiling, planet stickers making up the galaxy on the wall, and a soft black rug on the floor with toys littered about.

In the middle of the room, there was a crib and in every dream, a baby was waiting for him. The baby never cried, just sat there waiting for him with the biggest smile. He had the bluest eyes and dark hair that curled at the end. His freckles matched the stars on the ceiling.

Jason would pick him up gently and place him on his hip, bouncing him softly which would make the baby laugh. His chubby little hands would clap together when Jason placed him in his high chair. His legs would kick impatiently waiting for his food.

The dream would go on as Jason goes through his day with his baby. He would play with him and put him down for naps throughout the day. Jason would carry him from room to room in this apartment.

He rarely put his baby down, rarely separated from him. Always holding him close as the dream went on.

Then Jason would wake up. He would wake up to no baby in the room down the hall, in a shitty apartment that is supposed to be just a safe house. There is no space-themed room and no high chair in the kitchen. Jason would curl up in his bed clutching his chest as grief for a baby that is not real invades his heart.

He will mourn for the few quiet moments of the morning before he locks it away to start his day.

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Jason was getting to the end of patrol as he made his final rounds. It was a quiet night which made him wary and on edge. He was heading to his apartment, grappling across the rooftops when he heard something from an alley just below him.

The noise quickly caught his attention, making him jump down into the alley. As he got closer to the source of the sound he could make it out as the crying of a baby. Hidden by trash bags and behind a dumpster was a baby.

A baby with pale skin and trembling chubby arms. He had dark hair that curled at the ends and his eyes were scrunched tight. His face was red from how hard he was crying.

Jason knew this baby.

His baby.

Jason gently picked up the baby causing the crying to stop. Looking up at him were teary blue eyes. The bluest eyes he has ever seen.

The baby was swaddled up tight in a black blanket with yellow stars with a green sticky note stuck to the front.

“Danny, the beloved

CW”

Was written in the note.

“Danny…” Jason whispered softly as he looked at the babe like he was the most precious thing to ever grace the earth. “Let’s go home.”