grimmfables

𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩 & 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙍𝙒𝘽𝙔 𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚

[grimmfables]

sorry for lack of replies, not getting to that starter call, & not posting the starters i owe :(

[grimmfables]

———  BASICS! ♡

(PEN)NAME:   M

PRONOUNS:   she/her

ZODIAC SIGN:  virgo

TAKEN OR SINGLE:    :( but trying to be :)

———  THREE  FACTS! ♡

I am trying so hard, dude

I speak 5 languages but none of them fluently. a true jack of trades and master of none

i’m a fan of gold jewelry

———  EXPERIENCE! ♡

Started on tumblr in 2012, it’s the only platform i’ve ever been on. if you want a label, i’m a muse hopper. longest ive been with a muse was 2 years-ish? i dont really determine length of time spent playing a character as being equal to a writer’s worth. it’s all in the passion. i write a character till i’m satisfied then move on. hopefully with a multi...that wont be any time soon.

———  MUSE  PREFERENCE! ♡

i don’t care?? i like forming new relationships but i feel like thats all that ever happens with muses. i’m thirsty for some preestablished shit. enough of the introductions, give me the scene where two muses just nod heads at one another before one slings their legs over the other’s on the couch.

——— FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! ♡  

FLUFF:  mmm tasty

ANGST:  still tasty

SMUT: a bit sour like lemons? i do this in private with adults but even then...it’s not common. prefer ‘fades to black’ endings but if a partner wants it, i dont mind.

PLOT / MEMES: very important, i insist you read this response

i love plotting. i live for it. all my unplotted threads?? a bit stale. the spice (for me) is added in plotting. i dont want to take leaps in unplotted threads with scenes because i can only imagine my partner going ‘wtf is this girl doing to the thread?’ so i keep it vanilla and basic. if you want DEVELOPMENT, if you want GROWTH!! just take a leap and plot with me

on another note...i am terrible with messages especially lately. mentally it’s been rough for me and i’m trying to be happy. for me, thats isolating myself for 3 days and then for 1 day being the most social butterfly that ever existed. but these are just a really long 3 days...

tagged by: @silvcrreaper thank you ;-; 

tagging: if you read all of this...you

[quotemadness]

“Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.”

— David Foster Wallace 

[grimmfables]

qrowbadluckcharm

Qrow noticed her head hanging down and raised a brow. “Why do you ask, Yang?” He began, head tilting. He half knew what she may say, but he needed to know. It’s not every day that his niece asked something like this. “You know you can tell me anything…”

Her fist clenched tight enough for it to begin trembling, her eyes still not leaving the tops of her shoes. “I don’t think I could handle it if you left me, too.” Yang forced a frown; she felt childish admitting to Qrow how weak she felt. It had been so long since she allowed herself to be a kid.

It was always, ‘be strong for Ruby,’  ‘be brave for Taiyang,’ ‘they need you’. She was a rock to so many, but Qrow was her rock.

[grimmfables]

strykingback

A soft chuckle left his lips hearing Blake ask him that question, yet he could not help but see how much Blake has grown ever since their time in the White Fang. “How I meditate is, I simply think about the present, rather than the past or the future….I focus my mind on the now rather than the later and I listen to the sounds of nature letting it take me for a walk…” Louvel spoke  looking at the other. “Now Close your eyes and listen…” He said closing his eyes. 

Blake pressed her lips into a thin line at the prompt. Focusing on the present? Though simply thinking was easy to control for most, she struggled holding control over her own mindset. Blake had a feeling she wouldn’t be able to easily master something like this.

“If you say so...” she replied dubiously. Legs crossed over one another--a difficult position considering her boots reached her thighs. She felt the ground beneath her and ears twitched to sound of the breeze flowing in the summer air. Suddenly the faunus grew annoyed of the cloth covering her ears. It tickled some of her hairs and sounds grew distorted, making her struggle in focusing on her surroundings. She bit her tongue though, and continuously tried to focus on the task at hand.

“This is harder than it looks...” Blake broke the silence, opening her eyes.

[pukicho]

If you were to vacuum up jello through a metal tube, well I think that’d be a neat noise 

[luteyandthemermaid]

i beg to differ 

[pukicho]

Then Beg

[grimmfables]

militibus-ex-umbra​

Vergil smirked slightly upon hearing her words. “The difference between your soldiers and myself will be my skill.” He stated as if it was fact. And considering the sheer power at his disposal, he wasn’t entirely wrong to say that. He had his own reasons for choosing such a strong ally in Salem, but for now he would focus on proving himself to the dark queen.

His smirk faded as he eyed up both of the Beowolves that appeared before him. Her ability to manipulate the pools of grimm were impressive to say the least. 

With a quickly hand he unsheathed his blade Yamato. Drawing the sword at an insanely high speed to sever one of the arms of the closest Beowolf to him.

“You think you stand a chance? Hm…” He muttered. Before twisting a sword again to cut the head off of his first target. Letting the first grimm fade away into dust. Before the other grimm could even advance, Vergil jumped into the air and launched himself down, cleaving the second grimm completely in half.

As he landed he slowly sheathed his sword, watching the beowolf fade away. “Scum…” He let out underneath his breath. When he was finished with his quick slaughter he turned back towards Salem to patiently wait for her next words.

Bloodied eyes stared at the scene unfolding before her; an expressionless gaze which remained unflinching even as the pained squeals of her creations echoed about the ebony room. She took care to study his blade--a sword from what she could tell. Thin brows lowered into a squint. It looked quite basic. Of course Salem knew a good warrior could make use of any weapon, though it does help to have a proper weapon. 

Speckles of blackened ash littered the air and the smell of death promptly followed. As quickly as the battle had begun, it had reached its end. The metallic clang of his sheathed sword echoed through the empty hall. With an eerie and almost taunting slowness did Salem rise from her throne, descending from a long staircase. Her dress trailed behind each step as she made her way towards Vergil.

She wouldn’t say it was an impressive feat, though it did put him above the majority of warriors. “You show promise,” Salem began as she circled him. “You’ve remained silent to your own ambitions much to my own questioning. What are they?”

[grimmfables]

yall it’s been tough recently, sorry for slow replies and to those i’m plotting with especially! i know i suck at getting back to messages :( but please don’t misinterpret it as a lack of commitment on my end. ima try to bang out all replies today, post a starter call, and get back to all plotting pals.

[theoptia]

Euripides, from Grief Lessons: Four Plays; translated by Anne Carson

Text ID: Gods are stubborn. So am I.

[grimmfables]

qrowbadluckcharm​

@grimmfables asked: ‘ don’t you dare abandon me. ’ (From Yang)

“I wouldn’t dare abandon you, Yang. What made you think I would?”

Violet eyes hid behind strands of golden, the perfect excuse to avoid her uncle’s gaze. “I just...it just.” She couldn’t find the words she needed to say, and a flush of anger rose to her cheeks in response. “I just needed to make sure.”

It was the best Yang could do. The assurance is what she needed.

[grimmfables]

grimmreborn​ @reborngrimm​

Such a wonderful reaction, and Clover’s not keen on giving up something so interesting, so entertaining this quickly. He stepped forward, blocking Emerald’s path down the hall with a small hum. He leaned into her space and gave a few exaggerated sniffs. 

“All I smell is you,” he said. “So horrified, and all I had to do was say hello. I wonder what I could get, if I really tried.” 

So hungry, since he’d awoken, a bone-deep ache that food didn’t satisfy. But that horror that Emerald emitted? It drew him closer, like a moth to a light, and now that he had it right in front of him, he wanted more. 

A huff of frustrated anger left the illusionist’s nose as the grimmed man stepped closer. She wasn’t overly fond of the lack of distance, prompting her to take a step back in turn. 

“Don’t let me get in the way off your little jerk-off session,” she rolled her eyes. “It takes a lot more than that to have me scared.” Of course, Emerald was lying, though she hoped it didn’t sound like she was.

Tanned arms crossed over her chest as the little patience Emerald had wore thin. Was he threatening her? “Don’t tempt me with a good time, Clover.”

[grimmfables]

invernc​

Winter’s brow rose when he clarified that was exactly what he was implying. He wasn’t being nearly as subtle as he probably thought (or maybe hoped was more appropriate in this scenario) but she continued to hear him out anyway. She considered it, and then pushed the idea aside.

“I’m not sure that would be wise, Marrow.” She said evenly, though she was serious about what she was saying, too. “We don’t need to play dirty.” Besides, at the end of the day, Robyn and the rest of her Happy Huntresses…Winter actually believed they wanted to help people, too.

He already flinched seeing her initial reaction. This won’t end well. Once again Marrow had managed to make a fool of himself before his superior. If he was behind closed doors, a prominent hand would raise to slap his temples. 

“...You’re right.” He turned his chin toward the ground and his tail, as subtly as it could, came to rest between his legs. “The lines between what’s right and wrong have felt so...skewed lately.” A poor explanation for his plan but still an attempt to repaint his image in Winter’s eyes.

[grimmfables]

[grimmfables]

boundariestcbreak​

Blake wasn’t about to keep going in circles with him about this, because it was pretty clear to her that neither of them were going to budge on their stance in that regard. Instead, she said something else. “Doesn’t it get lonely, though? and I know, that’s probably a ‘kid’ thing to say. But…my friends mean a great deal to me, and I can’t imagine only having them in my life as professional colleagues.”

“How does the team system in Atlas work?”

She was right in the sense that it was a childish ideal. But he knew that what she spoke was also the truth. Marrow and his team were no more than colleagues, they made sure to make that very clear to him. He recalled the time when he defined his team as a family. Maybe in some sort of twisted sense they were--but that was hardly the kind of family Marrow wanted. 

“We’re given a job and we get it done. There’s nothing much more to add to it. If anything, our training is what brings us closer; learning how to work together with each of our own strengths takes time.”

He could tell it wasn’t the answer Blake wished for but the faunus couldn’t say anything more without sounding like a cynic.  

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[grimmfables]

strykingback​

Smiling softly, he looked at the other. “Well then I am glad you left then, and your words do hold truth. I chose to kill but I chose to pacify my enemies rather than murder them. The world is changing yes, but how fast do you think it will change?” Louvel asked her 

“Yet we must accept our faults and learn from them. Yes they will haunt us for the rest of our lives but to me it helps me become a better person than what I once was. I had to lie, maim, and kill. Now I observe, study, and pacify my enemy rather than kill. Come meditate with me.” 

He looked so peaceful and unusually tame considering how hostile she was being. Blake couldn’t find it within herself to simply forgive and forget everything he had done--even if he could do the same for her. Trust was a finicky notion for the faunus, and her history of handing it out too freely resulted only in a knife between her shoulder blades. She didn’t particularly feel bad for holding onto the grudge but was still willing to give him a second chance. Slitted eyes hovered to the area next to him. Silently she moved a few places beside him and sat down. 

“How do you meditate?”

[sangled]

a tip for writing female characters: don’t be afraid to make her feral. just absolutely batshit. her actual intelligence? that can vary. but bring out the chaotic stupid tendencies. embrace her as a one brain cell enemy of the state