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[fools-lord]

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The scent of a new arrival draws Lord Fool from his den, and up to the entrance of the Colosseum. The Little Fool- Oliver’s- going on with his usual prattle to the new arrival, but he silences when the Blackwyrm approaches.

Lord Fool, who towers so high his horns nearly scrape the ceiling, looks down at Aine. “Welcome to my Colosseum,” he rumbles, his voice deep and weighted with a natural growl to the quality of it. “What draws you here?”

[wyrmgod]

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The Pale Wyrm notices the red tents almost immediately upon his arrival to Dirtmouth, but he had only gotten the chance to investigate after his own young had gone to bed. They’ve had a long day, all of them.

He approaches the tents slowly, pausing outside the main tent before he enters with some hesitation. “Grimm?” He speaks, though not aloud. Telepathically, rather. He’s never liked to speak aloud. He doesn’t sound the way he used to, but more... exhausted.

[spiderscribs]

A commission I did for @feedthechild of their character Aine as an adult! This piece was super fun to work on and I’m incredibly happy with how it turned out

[divine-charmkeeper]

"Oh, oh Divine! I made you a gift! Do you like it?" Aine would exclaim, the grimmchild presenting the offering to the termite. It was a 'charm' seemingly made of red glass, in the shape of Divine's own visage, complete with a 'fuzzy' border. There was no magic in it and it was just simply glass, no other colors or materials.

"Oh I absolutely adore it!" Divine takes the charm happily, resisting the intense impulse to eat it. Instead, she put it in her fluff, grinning antenna to antenna. "How does it look, dear?"

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[tcthinecwnself-a]

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“You are quite the interesting looking fellow.”

[dustingofthe-stars]

Lost Child

Soft whimpers sounded in the twisting mazelike cavern. The grimmchild was lost and hurt. They were trying to not attract the bugs that had previously attacked their caretaker and turned on them. They were certain the caretaker was dead, but they did not dare venture out to check. Instead, they tucked themselves in an unseen hole once they got away. They were tired but too fearful to sleep. They kept one eye out, hoping to catch sight of the bugs and quiet their own whimpers when they got too close. They couldn’t deal with another confrontation so soon.

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[woven-warrior]

"Hum" (feedthechild , they're a sideblog)

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Kingdom’s edge was a rather dusty and windy place with the ever lingering smell of rotting bugs. The Colosseum of Fools remained there, where a pit dropped the corpses of the fallen fighters. Somehow, They’d managed to get their hands on Hornet as a boss. Who knew how long she’d sit there trying to figure the way out or find a way to bust out. So far, neither were working. It was getting late enough that she’d need to sit down and rest. There, scarlet flames slowly flicked to life. They were tiny, but they were there.

[grimm-troupe-caretaker]

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“Hmm? Who’s there?” The troupe master would remark as he heard whoever it was. 

“Ah...my apologies Master." Caretaker had spoke calmly. It had forgotten how stealthy it was sometimes capable of. "I came to report that the new batch of Grimmkin are awaiting to meet you"