Grey Anderson

Indie || Semi-Selective Grey Anderson Tracking the greyanderson tag. Sidebar images drawn by Jantelaw.

[greyanderson]

             ---->  if blood and bones are what you want   < ----           ---------->  i suggest that you look behind you  <----------

                     indie || semi-selective Grey Anderson                                   cross over friendly                          extensive roleplay experience                            open to anything, everything   

[greyanderson]

HELLLO HI I. HAVEN T SEEN A GRYE IN FOREVER AND IM JEAL0US THAT YOU GOT THE CANON URL BUT WELCOME TO GREY FANDOM. <3

// finger guns. thank youuuu, it’s been open this whole time ironically?? unless someone just dropped it and i picked it up BUT i love this bab and want to rp him so send people my way tbh. shimmy off anon and send me a message to talk more things about this sad child tbhhh

[afearfulmonster]

Cross my Heart, Hope to Die

@greyanderson​

     There was a heaviness that loomed over David, ever since he had met this Grey Anderson, his head fogged with the words that came spilling out from his own reflection. He stands there, hands along the lip of the sink and hunched over, head hanging between his shoulders as his dark rusty eyes focus on the interior of the sink, rather than the figure staring back at him.

                   ‘He’s out to get you. Funny, one monster hunting another,’                             his reflection whispers, it’s words distorted and warped. 

     Shaking his head, David grabs the knobs to the sink allowing the water to run. Carefully he cups his hands together, collecting the water in his palms before splashing it over his face, trying to get rid of the anxiety and fear that crawls throughout every fiber of his being. He was merely over thinking things, all he had to do was let it go, focus on something else to take his mind off it all, but every little thing brought his mind reeling back to that strange man. Those dark eyes that seemed so soulless, piercing and seeing through him, almost as if he could see the sins that stuck to his flesh. 

     Letting out a small shaky sigh David stands himself back up, leaving the bathroom to grab his flat keys before making his way towards the door. Despite it being 12:21AM, it seemed like the perfect time to take a walk.

[greyanderson]

everything is heavy. everything is heavy.

                                                           this damned migraine.

everything is heavy.

he’s sitting on a park bench and his throat burns - his eyes ache as he rubs them hard with curled fingers. his teeth hurt from grinding - night terrors. opens his eyes and there’s something sneaking off around a corner, under his bed. his room is hostile territory. 

he couldn’t sleep there. 

he swings his feet onto the bench and leans back against the metal hand rail, shivering as it bites uncomfortably into his back but there’s no helping him now. no - Grey. stop thinking like that. 

he can be helped, he can be -

the drill screeches with resistance as it pieces bone - her screams have long stopped but....

“stop.” he mutters to himself, trying to snap himself from the fit, “fucking stop Grey.” his shoulders drop, stoop, his eyes hurt. his jaw hurts. he opens his eyes and there’s

a body creeping down the walk way - and he’s unsure if it’s real or not. a fever dream? the walking dead? his knife is nestled into his side under his jacket and it’s itching to roll across his knuckles but he’s too tired to act on it.  instead he tenses, and watches.

[greyanderson]

// grey anderson more like gay anderson am i rite

[itsreyntimebaby]

Doodling Grey,

it is interesting to note that he killed someone with a knife and every time you equip the knife, he plays with it a bit every few minutes.

-INK/PENCIL

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Grey without his cap

Fanart for an underrated mod