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A somewhat O.C related to Gravity falls/Good omens’s lore.

based off notllorstel drawings but Mun interpreted take on the idea.

Adaptive roleplay ( Mostly Para/ Lit )

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follows back through @dramafreemuses

grimmbarking

I have moved to @minormusesofgf

dododoododoodle

Happy new year!

Fenris loves dad.

theavengers

Asgardians, some misguided soul has stolen the Bifrost sword. Tell us where it is, or there will be consequences. Bad ones.

notllorstel

An omen to keep the nightmares at bay

@zfiledh suggested Stan and Grim and cause I’m just a ray of sunshine :3c

dappermouth

It’s the strangest summer you can remember–the pool shed is haunted, the nights stretch forever.

ooc; ;

sweats. Grim having that effect

keroa

reblog if AAAAAAAAA

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numahachi

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jukun

valbrandur

ddemotivators

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minervafloofderg-migrating

thegreenwolf

itsadragonaesthetic

This is such an abstract type of comedy I don’t even know how to handle it

inkkspirit

@koyotii

blitso

“You’ll stand aside as a great complexity intrudes, tearing apart, piece by piece, all of your carefully conceived denials, whether deliberate or unconscious. And then for better or worse you’ll turn, unable to resist, though try to resist you still will, fighting with everything you’ve got to face the thing you most dread, what is now, what will be, what has always come before, the creature you truly are, the creature we all are, buried in the nameless black of a name. And then the nightmares will begin.”

— Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves

dappermouth

your heart’s a coarse black dog

phantomrose96

A Welcome Mat at Death’s Door

Llors’ Grim Dog AU is why I get up in the morning just saying. Here’s an almost-fluffy fic about a very fluffy death omen.

Sunrise broke through the kitchen window of the Mystery Shack. It washed oranges and pinks across the sink, the tile, the fridge—now decorated with two dozen photos of Soos, Melody, and the Pines family. Ford sat at the table, one leg crossed, and sipped from a warm porcelain mug. It was quiet, save for the birds, the rustle of his newspaper and—

–an ominous, bleak, pulsating dread, like veins of ice in his chest. Ford shivered, then sighed, and looked around for—yup, standing in the doorway, smoky tail wagging. The Grim stuck its snout in the air, sniffed twice, then returned to panting.

“I haven’t seen Stan around, Grim. You should perhaps check his bedroom.” Ford took a gulp of coffee in an attempt to replace the ice in his stomach. He wasn’t certain the thing could understand speech. He’d never been dumb enough to try pursing a Grim to study.

“Nah don’t worry Ford I’m here. It’s with me.” Stan appeared in the same doorway then, buttoning up the collar of his shirt. Not quite his Mister Mystery get up—that’d been passed along to Soos at the end of last summer—but it was still nicer than his usual tanktop and boxers.

“The clothes are a bit unusual. As well as the hour. I’m not used to seeing you awake before noon. Plans?”

“First—uncalled for, also screw off, I’m allowed to enjoy sleep in my old age. Second—I’m taking the Grim out for some air.”

“And that requires nice clothes?”

“Well I aint taking it to the dog park, Ford.”

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