not givin' up today!

like say a troll loved to dance, they’d consider that their purpose in life. dancing.

i was poppy LMAO, the snack pack was there, so was branch (fully colored), but there were... like, unknown trolls there too? so what i got from the dream was some kind of performance/musical/important...... thing was being held in the next few months and the unknown trolls needed trolls to audition. the snack pack got in, so did branch. i was the only one that didn’t aha. and when i asked about it the leader of the unknown trolls said ‘you don’t have the voice for it’. 

i was heartbroken. ‘my purpose is singing. do you not think i’m good enough? i could sing something else--’

‘trolls have different purposes in life, yours is not to sing.’

“Yeah, nice to meet you too.” he responded, though his tone may have expressed otherwise.

The princess was certainly as bright as her colours. But at least she was polite, even if her cheery nature did deter the prince somewhat. He wasn’t quite used to dealing with these personality types… but he was going to have to get used to it since most of the Rainbow Trolls were like this. The princess herself, more so compared to her subjects it seemed.

Branch glanced where the princess waved, catching his guards waving back with small smiles of their own. Seems like his guards were already capture by her, which the prince just rolled his eyes at.

“As nice as that spot is, wouldn’t it probably be best to be somewhere more private? Rather than discuss things in the open with the rest of the village to hear and see, don’t you think, Princess?” Branch instead suggests. After all, royal meetings should be spoken between just them and a select few others. Plus… The prince was rather uncomfortable so out in the open and with so many other trolls walking about and looking at them.

“And as for your singing… I think you should be more wary of how loud you can be.” his tone was rather low, almost harsh sounding as he said those words. But he straightens himself out and crosses his arm over his chest before continuing– “But we’ll discuss more of that later.”

“O-oh, right! You’re right.” Poppy should have been thinking more clearly; as a princess, she needed to think of her duties and she couldn’t be discussing royal affairs out here for everyone else to listen in on. Ears drooping slightly she cleared her throat and gestured for the three other trolls to follow after her. She began walking once more, heading for a much bigger mushroom.

A door was engraved on the front, and Poppy opened it before letting the three enter before she finally stepped inside and closed the door behind them. “I apologize for that, I um, should have been more careful.”

“Ah huh. Of course, you weren’t.” Branch’s brow remained raised, a knowing look on his features. But the prince won’t bother pointing out that she clearly was hiding there, she’d just keep denying it as she already was trying to do, anyway.

“Actually, it is!” He says excitedly as he brings out his personally made invitation, holding it out to the grey troll. While Branch made personal invitations for all of the trolls, he admittedly tended to put a bit more work into Poppy’s – hoping the extra effort would get her attention and convince her to join in on the fun!

“I was hoping you could maybe come this time? The party is actually pretty lowkey and the only ones going to this party is me and the rest of the Snackpack. It’s more like a small gathering than a party!” he continues, hoping he was convincing her.

The prince really hoped she would say yes…

Poppy peered down at the invitation. Instead of denying it, she grabbed hold of it and glanced over it briefly. ...it wasn’t like she hated his invitations! She even kept most of them hidden safely away. Still, she disliked how the prince and everyone else seemed to wave the Bergens off as if they weren’t their biggest threat. Why couldn’t they heed her warnings when she gave them out? 

Poppy had certainly agreed quickly with this conditions but hadn’t exactly been expecting her suggestion either. She did have a point his bunker was the safest place and at least she was taking to hear what he had said moments ago about being safe. The only thing was he wasn’t so convinced she could go that long with doing of those things. “You do realize what no singing, dancing, or hugging means right? That means no humming, no whistling, no toe tapping, and whatever else you might come up with that deals with music. For hours.” 

And knowing Poppy she’d probably have tons of glitter and scrapbooking and whatever else she did besides singing, dancing, and hugging. Not that he hadn’t cleaned up glitter in his bunker before from he countless invitations that were safely hidden. Still he wasn’t exactly looking forward to that it was very difficult to get out. “My bunker isn’t exactly a fun place either.” Then again Poppy would like figure out something probably something he didn’t much like either. She always had some out there idea. 

“...are you scared you’re actually gonna end up having FUN in your bunker, Branch?” Poppy gave him a stern look though it quickly faded and she ended up grinning a bit. “No singing, humming, whistling, toe-tapping, dancing, OR hugging. I got it! Let’s have the slumber party already.”

+ @iwillgetbackupagain 

It was starting to get dark, and as much as Rapunzel didn’t want to, it was time to start heading back to her tower. Not that she was forced to, Mother wasn’t going to be back for days yet, but even though she had become brave enough to venture outside when she was left on her own, she was still very insecure about being in the forest when the sun went down. It was a lot more frightening at night than it was during the day, and Rapunzel didn’t really want to find out if her Mothers stories about monsters and ruffians really were true.

She was getting close to the cave that would lead to the little grotto she had come to call home, when something caught her eye. Something quite small and… pink? A very bright pink at that. Were her eyes playing tricks on her? No, it wasn’t that dark yet. The blonde took a few steps towards it, trying to figure out what it was.

Poppy had been entertaining herself by strumming some chords on her ukulele and singing a soft ballad. It was slowly beginning to get dark, but she wasn’t that worried. She hadn’t seen a Bergen since she was just a little baby, after all. What else could possibly be out there? 

Branch was spending his morning with his close friends in the Snackpack, the happy-go-lucky prince simply just enjoying everyone’s company and sharing a few laughs. The conversation eventually moved onto the topic of this weeks party, and the prince was reminded that he still had one last invitation to hand out…

“Hey, guys. I’ll have to catch you all later, I still have one more invitation to give someone!” with the promise to meet them all later for tea and cupcakes at Biggie’s, Branch set out into the forest and in the direction of Poppy’s Bunker.

However, it seemed he wouldn’t have to go all the way out there! Since he managed to catch sight of the very troll he was looking for, peeking out from the bushes. Wasting no time, Branch made his way over to Poppy before she could run off.

“Poppy! The very troll I wanted to see.” he greeted her, his smile bright as always. Though his brow did rise somewhat as he looked at her. “What are you doing hiding in the bushes?”

Poppy’s eyes went wide when she was spotted, though she didn’t have much time to react before Branch approached her. She let out a deep sigh and stepped out from the bushes, a hand brushing through her hair. 

“Oh, Branch!” She cleared her throat nervously and rolled her eyes. “Hiding? In the bushes? Me? I wasn’t doing that.” The gray troll tried denying it, she didn’t want the prince knowing she’d been spying on him and the others.