#broken-crcwn

[gckotails]

DOODLE...bular @broken-crcwn

Send “Doodle” for my muse to draw yours.

The changeling is silently dutiful with the request, turning paper towards the bull a short time later to present the sketch she had made.

[verformen-sturm]

momos-trolls said:

bular vc; CLUTCHES ONTO STURM. SAFETY IN NUMBERS

[nrth-wind-a]

@broken-crcwn II Jim Starter for Bular

Jim frowned hard at his slow-cooker full of stuffing for that evening’s holiday dinner, a hand on his chin, as he considered it, frustrated. Something wasn’t right, but even his own cooking experience wouldn’t cooperate enough to let him know what it was. 

He tried not to think about how this had been a common occurrence ever since he’d become human again, because that hurt to think about, and the holidays were too important to ruin with any Trollhunter business, past or present. So, instead, he distracted himself by calling Bular over to the kitchen. “Try this. Tell me what you think,” he offered a wooden spoon to the troll. “It needs something, but I’m not sure what.” 

[trollhuntermom]

Barbara squints towards the sky, and the looming fortress above them.

“Bular...” She pauses to dump the empty ice cream container in a waste basket. “How good is your aim and how far can you throw?”

@broken-crcwn​

[emotional-support-gummgumm]

@chattylilina @broken-crcwn

in regards to frequent shenanigans XD

[fear-before-valor]

 😨 @broken-crcwn

Dreams and Nightmares II Accepting II @broken-crcwn II Warnings: Blood, Hurt No Comfort --

It was dark. The canals were huge, and Jim was small. Tiny. When he ran, he crossed an inch for what felt like every minute; it was agonizingly slow, and his feet felt uncertain and graceless. Steel beams towered over him, and the tangle of metal beneath his feet looked endless, spanning the horizon— and the land beyond it, he was sure.

And then there was black stone filling his vision, two feet like pistons above him, nearly squashing him like a bug.

He blinked, and then he was bigger, and there was a sword in his hands, but it felt as sturdy as a paper towel roll, and he was sure he was only as tall as he was when he was five, and his father’s back became all he could remember of the man.

Bular was hunched before him, frozen in pain, and Daylight was dripping with dark bile and blood, acidic and shiny, reflecting sunlight into his eyes. Through the glare, his enemy’s voice slices through Jim’s chest, a perfect mirror of the damage he’d done to the troll.

“How could you…” the prince whispered, voice raspy and quiet, betrayed and mournful. “I was so close… he was right there…”

Jim’s eyes widened, and suddenly, he was looking through a gaze that must have been seven, eight feet high. The bridge was open, and he should have been horrified, but all he felt was— eagerness, a swell in his arms that sought satisfaction only through an embrace, though the touch of—

“Hey, Jimbo.” A human, toweringly tall, dressed to the nines in his military uniform, hair closely cropped, and smile picture-perfect, full of false warmth and eyes which felt more like daggers than hugs.

He was standing in the middle of the Darklands portal, blue magic swirling around him, and as the mist and fog rose, his father changed, growing two huge horns, form becoming stone and muscle, and then Gunmar’s flaming eye was boring down on his, and Jim was forced to run in a body that wasn’t his own, one that was unfamiliar and awkward, and as he stepped backward, turning to flee, he felt more like he was scrambling than making a retreat.

He burst from the museum, himself again, and then tumbled back onto the steel beams, where Bular was waiting.

“I told you—he was right there, Trollhunter. You stole him from me!” he roared.

Unfreezing, Bular rose up despite his injury, and, with a wind-back, lifting his huge, heavy blade, Jim closed his eyes to face the strike that never came—

As he shot up in bed, instead, a strangled cry falling from his throat.

[skraelofthenorthwind]

Send me your muse + what they identify as and I’ll make a moodboard for them with the corresponding pride flag colors.

Pride gift for @momos-trolls/@broken-crcwn ♡

[maiolica-admirer]

Bular wants to introduce Nomura to a new kind of hot sauce. It's called BEAR REPELLANT. @broken-crcwn

"The worst part is I cannot tell if you're actually being serious or joking about some camper's pack you raided, both have their own concerns."