#grimly

[impishglee]

tonks was a truly unique and insane animal. and this is going to be a troublesome year of my life. tonks please lend me your freak ass strength of will and boundless energy in the year to come.

[henriksenfreak]

cicadabite ➤ fagu1a !! 🦇💌

[krumparrian-portfolio]

Unto Grim Tidings

[dotted-clouds]

A while back I made this full-body outfit for Grimly! He has two modern outfits but I only made a ref for one!

Also this outfit down here, it's an outfit I made if he's in Hell, since he's a demon man and all

[dotted-clouds]

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[words-writ-in-starlight]

Prompt: Grimly/Tori, homesickness

send in a character/pairing + prompt and I'll write a three-ish sentence fic!

Grimly has no idea where Tori is supposed to be right now--probably nowhere too particular, Kennies are always so scrupulous about following orders, but he's almost certainly given someone the slip to be in Grimly's run-down hostel room past midnight. Grimly feels bad for whoever is supposed to keep track of his friend, honestly, Torisen always seems to walk away from his minders with less trouble than falling asleep.

Perhaps that's not a good metaphor, though, because Tori seems reluctant to fall asleep, even here, curled on his side on Grimly's cot, with a hands-breadth between them. Grimly worries for him, in the barracks of the Southern Host, even though Tori insists, in quiet tones, that things are better since--since. Unspoken is since Urakarn, but Grimly thinks that Tori, clear-eyed and sensible as he is, can be a bit superstitious, and believes that speaking the word will summon the ghost back to haunt him.

Tori carries ghosts around with him so visibly that Grimly feels the same fear, as if Tori's mysterious past is a tattered cloud of weirding, and his voice might shape it into figures and voices and weapons as easily as the Weald singers shape it into ruins.

For a moment, the whimsical thought brings a rush of pain to the surface--Grimly misses home, where things are simple. Where things are easy, and he never sat up late, not quite touching a friend who isn't sleeping, no matter how good his impression is.

Ah, well. Grimly settles himself more comfortably against the wall, and begins composing another verse to his latest epic, about the battle of the vanguard at Urakarn. When Tori wakes up, or gives up on pretending, he'll still be here.

[was-a-mistake]

Those who advocate grimly have forgotten what happened in 1955.

[im-fairly-whitty]

The Sight Hound room guardian trio is now complete! Three gifted littermates who together can see the past, present, and the future. They are each made with faux fur, have fully posable necks and tails, and have sculpted head and limbs made of painted clay.

Grimly is the oldest and sees the past, his heart is eggshell wrapped in scarlet wool.

Shasta is the middle pup and sees the present, her heart core is spruce needles. (Morely is the youngest and sees the future, he has a seashell heart and was shown off in a previous post.)