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INTERACTIONS/THREADS MOVING TO NEW LOCATION

After today (10/24) any owed responses or posts on these affected blogs ( @clockwork-courageous / @honour-guaard / @kiltar-crystal / @gckotails / @verformen-sturm / @stvrmmutter ) will be moving to the new multi of @crystal-grotto!

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Home - About/Rules - Muses - Ask

Indie Multi-muse Canon/OC Trollhunters RP blog. 7+ years rp experience. Multiverse/multifandom/crossover friendly. Paragraph form, icon chat, short response, etc. Oc Friendly.

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INTERACTIONS/THREADS MOVING TO NEW LOCATION

After today (10/24) any owed responses or posts on these affected blogs ( @clockwork-courageous / @honour-guaard / @kiltar-crystal / @gckotails / @verformen-sturm / @stvrmmutter ) will be moving to the new multi of @crystal-grotto!

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//steeples hands

//i might have whelp Sturm and Hagel doodles later

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//Boredom/October challenge: mythical beast au in Heroforge

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//maybe its time to doodle Sturm as his mythical beast self for the season

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Sturm in armour once again, this time steamer train edition. More design notes tbd.

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//behold: a man with No Fur

//sketching an armour set for Sturm and I haven't gotten to the pieces yet, but without fur he looks very nakey

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//sketching an armour set for Sturm and I haven't gotten to the pieces yet, but without fur he looks very nakey

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1928 Harley Davidson JD

© Paul Hartman

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Bentley Racing Special 1952

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photo: David Castenson

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//watching a lightning storm outside and now I wonder... How Sturm manages his hearing so well with the shockwave of sound each bolt produces

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‘Zhen she is learning all her skills from ju. She plotted most of zhis out on her own accord because of zhat singular factor!’ Whie he was a full grown Gumm-Gumm, he appreciated compliments over fuss any time of the day. Shifting thumb so silvered tip of a claw could prod Yuki’s ribs in a ticklish motion Sturm glances away to see what the little hybrid’s reaction would be to such a gesture, ‘But now zhat means she’s exhausted zhat avenue of surprise, hm?’

katanamasako​:

Kat was careful not to pull too much, nothing hurt more than a sensitive patch getting tugged too hard. “Ah, i think i see her.”

She was up to the elbows combing through his mane. yuki gave a soft squeak when she was nearly touched. “That sounds like a cornered whelp to me.”

The further Kat reached, the more Sturm cocked his head to watch the elder’s attempts at grabbing her sibling. Claws sifted and probed, drawing ever nearer to the little hybrid, and the bull’s lips around tusks pulled back into a lazy smile as spinal quills arched. Their silvered surfaces glittered with blue charge and Yuki’s squeaking was the catalyst for possible chaotic reaction as built charge snaps against Kat’s hide. 

The shock is abrupt with a burst of white light and noise, claws gouging the earth as Sturm stifles a voice of mirth from himself in lieu of chuffing.

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That’s what the troll would call a mission success. To the pout of the elder sibling Sturm lifts an arm so he can rifle in mane and then procure Yuki in gently curled talons, red eyes then crinkling around the corners as he allows his humour to front.

‘Maybe.’ He says. ‘Jour sister is a bad influence.’

katanamasako​:

Kat was careful not to pull too much, nothing hurt more than a sensitive patch getting tugged too hard. “Ah, i think i see her.”

She was up to the elbows combing through his mane. yuki gave a soft squeak when she was nearly touched. “That sounds like a cornered whelp to me.”

The further Kat reached, the more Sturm cocked his head to watch the elder’s attempts at grabbing her sibling. Claws sifted and probed, drawing ever nearer to the little hybrid, and the bull’s lips around tusks pulled back into a lazy smile as spinal quills arched. Their silvered surfaces glittered with blue charge and Yuki’s squeaking was the catalyst for possible chaotic reaction as built charge snaps against Kat’s hide. 

The shock is abrupt with a burst of white light and noise, claws gouging the earth as Sturm stifles a voice of mirth from himself in lieu of chuffing.