Trolls Poppy Fanart Novels & Stories

Pink light from the night lamp reflected off its surface, creating a tiny halo that absolutely should not have made me want to scream. “Congratulations, Jas,” I muttered softly. “You did it. Two Romanos in one love life. Is this a record, or a psychiatric diagnosis?” My tongue tasted bitter. Humor usually saved me, but this time it felt like a bandage slapped over a gunshot wound. On the wall beside Poppy’s bed hung a crayon drawing: three stick figures with oversized heads. One woman with long brown hair. One man with glasses and a laptop in his hand. One small child in a skirt and… yes, glitter she had drawn as dots floating around her body.

Poppy says, slightly out of breath as she pushes Mystica’s wheelchair through the grass. “Maddox said he sounded sincere–” “Maddox wants you to trust Trinity, that’s why,” Poppy huffs, patting Mystica on the shoulder. “Mystica, I love you, but for some reason, pushing you in a wheelchair is exhausting me.”

Poppy soon forgot her suspicions. “Yes, ma’am.” Donna hesitated as she lifted the painting, then returned it. “Are you alright?” She noticed Poppy's unusual expression. Poppy's eyes seemed puffy and reddish. Dry tears were smeared across her cheeks. It was clear she had just cried. “I'm fine. I just finished reading a novel with a tragic story.” Donna nodded and quickly moved the painting, with Poppy trailing behind in the direction of her room. Shortly after, a bodyguard arrived with the results of Poppy and Robin's fertility test from a few days earlier. She had not taken contraceptives at the time, only Donna's fertility vitamins.

November let her go roughly and she staggered on Bora, then she got her earpiece. "Go play with toys, I'm not your mate" she said and used the earpiece wire on both of them. "My arm!!" Bora screamed, rubbing it as she shifted back from her. The wire got Poppy's tummy since she's wearing a crop top which has her tummy exposed. "My handbook costs 150 dollars" she said, spreading her palm. "150 dollars!" She yelled and someone else placed the money on her palm. She looked at the guy and her expression changed.

I asked Xavier if he liked sports, then asked Poppy what her hobbies were, and after a while the tension relaxed. “Um, Gamma Rory, why do your nails look like that?” Poppy asked. Rory smiled, “Because I was born awesome. These things can cut through fruit like a knife. Wanna see?” Xavier and Poppy’s eyes lit up, and they both nodded. She grabbed the apple from Poppy’s plate, threw it in the air, and sliced it with her hand. “COOL!” They both said. Raul walked in and chuckled, “Showing off again, Rory?”

This time, Evander stood up and strode out of Poppy’s tent. Poppy let out a soft sigh as Evander left her completely alone inside her tent. “I didn’t expect to be unconscious for three full days,” Poppy said, looking down at her body. Even though Poppy hadn’t intended to hurt herself this badly. But Poppy was quite satisfied with the result; at least her efforts to frame the Ravens hadn’t been in vain. “I hope that damn bitch stops causing trouble for me,” Poppy muttered softly as she leaned back against the mattress.

Tristan looked at Poppy. “It was 4 in the morning.” Poppy replied. “Exactly, I had a morning wood.” Tristan mumbled. “It’s not like I haven’t seen that.” Poppy looked at Tristan and answered, and my eyes widened. “Stop, please.” Tristan raised his hands in surrender. I barked a laugh at them. “You guys are too funny,” I said to them. “But I am not joking, I have seen his dick.” Poppy answered him. “I have even seen Trent's,” she continued.

Poppie said getting irritated. “Chile please,” I said, throwing a pillow at her. She caught it and giggled. “Okay shit, it’s just that she saved me Poppie....she really did.” “Well let me in on it, shit,” “She gave me her card that day. She told me that she knew about my record and that I had a good concept but I went about it all wrong. She told me if I ever wanted to know how to do it the right way then to give her a call”

It might be childish, but nothing else says, my man, more than that. "Geez, how are we supposed to deal with her like this? She's not even paying attention." Tilly complained. "Leave Fawn alone. She deserves to gloat. Did you see the look on Cassia's face?" said Poppy grinning. "Boy did I; she had her knickers so far up her crotch she was about to choke." Tilly wailed, laughing. Poppy joined in the laughter and then had saliva go down the wrong way and started choking. Tilly started beating her on the back, and clouds of fairy dust kept puffing out of Poppy's mouth.

club. “I’m not a fucking doll!” Poppy snatched up the bag of her clothes, seething at the disregard for her things, “I may not be a rich, spoiled heiress who gets the best of the best. I worked hard for what I had and I doubt very much that if you were on your own at 17 you could have done better while paying for college and working for a thieving bitch. So fuck off. No one asked me what I liked, what colors or styles I preferred. No one bothered to see if I liked frilly dresses or pants. No. You all just decided that I was some mindless, brainless toy to play dress up with. I’m a fucking human being. With fucking opinions. And I absolutely hate the color pink. Seriously, I’m a red head. Do