#grimm meme

[the-lords-in-plaid46]

Seeing as the reboot has been announced I think it’s time to rehash this lil factoid that really Russles my Jimmies:

One stronger then average wessen who’s defeated by water is enough to send Nick to the hospital for the rest of the episode but FOUR EPISODES OF ASS WHOPPING AND A PLANE CRASH DOES NOTHING?!?! Sir! You should be dead!

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Grimm show meme nick trubel and mom

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Grimm scene meme

[iluviella-cuthallian-101]

Grimm (cala)

Your muse reminds me of the Devil in the Devil and the Three Golden Hairs. Soothed by some, wise to others and foolish for trusting those that you do not know. You, as the mun, remind me of Mother Holle from Mother Hulda. Because you are so nice and friendly to those that treat you best. 

[campo-de-flores-de-papel]

grimm meme:  [1/2] grimms → Trubel 

“There was this guy that used to fix things around the house. He was always really nice to me, till, uh... One day he asked me to help him in the garage. And he grabbed me. I saw his face change. And, um... He pushed me down on the floor. But I was so scared by what I saw, that I just grabbed the first thing I could, which was a-a screwdriver. And really all I wanted to do was just push him away from me, but, um... He didn't die... Or anything. He just... he didn't get off me really fast, though. And that was the first time I heard anybody say "Grimm." I told everybody what I saw. And that was the first time they locked me up. Said I was lying. And then when I said I wasn't, they said I had to be crazy so... Yeah, I got pretty used to being crazy. Until I met all you guys. I realized I wasn't alone.”

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Grimm Meme

10 characters 9 episodes 8 wesens 7 scenes 6 relationships 5 fairy tales 4 places 3 quotes 2 grimms 1 season

[charmingxsolace]

RAPUNZEL

Send me a title for a starter drabble in which…

Rapunzel - One of our muses is locked in a tower.

“Look at that, Lucky! I’ve never seen a tower around here before!” Alexis gasps in awe, staring up at the tall building that perched itself attractively in a large clearing, complete with a pond that led into a nice river, access to sunlight, and lots of land all around. It was weird how this wasn’t visible from the trail at all, considering how large it was.

Alexis had ended up walking in there by a purposeful mistake, just happily exploring the mountains with his childhood friend, and making quite the discovery.

“I wonder if anyone lives in there.” Alexis hums, peeking over at his horse as though he could provide his insight. To Alexis, he can, it’s just a matter of if he had any input to give.

Lucky doesn’t really like it. It makes him nervous, and he conveys that to Alexis with a firm stomp of his hoof. 

“I’d like to see what’s up there. Could you stay here for me, please?” Alexis walks up to the tower with his horse, removing the reins carefully and hitching them onto the saddle. “You can relax. I’ll be in and out, I’m just curious.”

A 360 search of the bottom of the tower proves there’s no door within sight, save for a single swing hanging from the top window… the pinket harrumphs disapprovingly, staring up at that window at the very top. How could someone get in there without a door at the bottom..?

Well… Unless they climbed.

Except the height of the tower is a little too risky for the man to take his chances with. He’d like to keep his bones intact if he ended up falling, thank you… 

“Eh… I suppose we should head back. There’s no door!” He tells his horse, getting ready to pull the reins back on-

until he looks up again and someone’s there, peeking down curiously at him. So someone did live in there!

“Um… Hello!” Alexis called, waving a greeting hand. Lucky snorts at Alexis, even closes his lips around the farmer’s shirt collar and tugs a little, staggering him back a step or two.

The brunet, barely distinguishable up as high as he was, seems to sink further back into the tower. But he does wave back.

“I’m Alexis! And this is my horse, Lucky!” The pinket added, to the further irritation of his horse, who pulled another time, forcing the man to take another step back.

The person up top- whom Alexis is going to guess is male- peeks out a little more, rather meekly. There was a squeak that sounded enough like a hello to please the pinket.

Not much conversation is made that day, and Alexis ends up leaving after realizing that he wasn’t going very far. However, he does return. 

He returns many times, each time learning something new about the mysterious stranger in the tower.

[charmingxsolace]

Grimm because I cannot choose at all!

Send me a title for a starter in which…

Fitcher’s Bird - Your muse discovers a gruesome, bloody room in my muse’s house.

“Do you like it?”

Alexis’ voice is rather apprehensive, nervous for Rosalia’s answer- on the opinion of his home. She had agreed to stay with him during her visit to Ylisstol, and he wants nothing more than to appease her. She’s used to a much cleaner and bigger home than his own, but she seems to appreciate it. In her words, it’s cute, and very, very cozy. 

A few days pass by and the couple is happily spending their time together. Lionel and Serafina come over for dinner, they laugh, have a good time, and be merry together. Alone, they take care of his horses, and enjoy each other’s company. It’s a taste of what was to come for the both of them- and something they couldn’t be happier with.

Alexis is outside one late evening, locking down his horses for the night and making sure each and every one was fed. Rosalia herself is still in the house, just having changed into her nightclothes and had just started to meander into the bedroom- until her foot catches on a folded rug and she falls on top of it, rattling the floor beneath her.

Shaking her head, she grumbles a bit in her own clumsiness and the sloppiness of the rug’s setup, pulling the fabric up to set it straight-

and finding a door?

How interesting. She didn’t realize this was even there. She’d walked on top of it several times without even realizing its presence.

Peering behind her at the back door, Alexis is nowhere to be seen, most likely still out in his barn, making sure the horses were nice and safe. Not that she really needs to worry- she’s just curious, after all. 

Opening the door, she’s hit with a disquieting scent of blood… 

and death.

All of her instincts wave a big red flag, and a shot of fear touches her chest. A dozen questions all zip through her mind at once while she peers into the darkness below, stairs visible only a few steps down, and then nothing.

She needed to see what was down there.

The woman fetches a lantern, lights it, and- just for safety- carries a small knife down with her into the hole. The stench of blood is nauseating, and once she reaches the bottom, her lantern illuminates a small cellar- and lying in the middle of the room is... a corpse. 

The skin was torn to pieces, revealing muscle and tendons and disgusting innards that only added to the noblewoman’s nausea. She can’t even tell the details of the person- their gender or clothing, and their identity was out of the question.

Rosalia’s breath hitches in her throat despite the sickening odor, and immediately scrambles to climb up the steps.

Alexis is at the top.

“Oh, dear…” He sighs in that way he does- whenever something goes awry. And indeed, something had gone awry. An apologetic, tired breath escapes him. “This wasn’t something I was hoping you’d see…”

“You…” Rosalia hisses in response, her fear making her voice snap into venom- even in the face of her lover. “You did this?”

“Mhm…” He purrs in response, taking a few steps down into the cellar- and shutting the door after him. “I was hoping you wouldn’t find out… but here we are…”

The raven scrambles back and flicks her knife forward, facing the faint, illuminated face of the pinket, with his creepily calm expression and his sugar coated smile. This wasn’t right- none of this made sense.

His hand grasps her blade, fingers digging in and holding fast despite the blade cutting in to his flesh and dripping- only adding to the thick smell of the room.

Alexis’ smile only grows as his blood dribbles down from the knife onto Rosalia’s hand, meeting her gaze with a grin that only insinuated utter glee.

“Goodnight, dear.”

He blows out her candle.