#grimmanor

[assfcrdays]

@grimmanor​ gets a plotted starter from EZRA

“Oh Mom... You really didn’t have to do all this.” Smiling at his mother, Ezra sat down at the dinner table, nicely decorated and filled with a meal that must have taken hours to prepare. “It’s not even Thanksgiving yet. It’s only Saturday... We could have just ordered pizza. I’m sure Dad would’ve been fine. And Uncle Izar, too, right?”, he added, turning his head to look at the two men who had been deep in conversation. For a moment, Ezra’s gaze lingered on his uncle, thinking back to earlier today. He’d been at his parents’ house for a week already, while Izar only arrived today - crossing paths with Ezra in the hallway just as the younger man had gotten out of the shower, sneaking into his bedroom without a towel on his nude frame. He had noticed the way his uncle was looking at him... and he was determined to do something about it.

“How was the trip, Uncle Izar? Lots of traffic?”, Ezra asked casually, smiling at his uncle who was sat right next to him at the table. “The roads must be crazy with everybody driving home to their loved ones.” Hands under the table, waiting for his mother to finish serving dinner so they could start eating, Ezra subtly moved one arm, the hand finding his uncle’s leg under the table. Without letting his expression change a bit, he placed his hand on Izar’s thigh, fingers teasingly brushing up the man’s leg, waiting to see if and how the other would react.

[ofsacriilege]

closed starter for @grimmanor​

it’s a good deal and cora knows it; any thrill she might have from the pure filth of it all is purely coincidental. how else could a girl like her afford a place this nice on a student’s budget? if that means an open door ( and open hole ) policy, well, she’s willing to oblige. that’s why she’s not shocked when she hears her front door creak open not long after she arrives home, expecting the familiar sound of footsteps. “over here,” she calls from the kitchen, tugging off her jacket and tossing it on the counter. “did you miss me while i was in class today?”

[aurumreveries]

@grimmanor​

The thing Kipper was having the most trouble with was that he was that his sea-folk kin were far less treacherous than the majority of these land dwellers. He recalled the other night he shared with Trent. Something was different about the other than the normal human; the two of them could literally smell that difference and the intrigue only made the attraction between the two grow that night until inevitably, the two ended up at Kipper’s place. What should have been breakfast in bed turned into betrayal when Kipper noted that not only was the cash and cards in his wallet were gone but also his moon ring. How the hell the guy even managed to slip it off his hand, he didn’t know.

Cats were slick creatures.

He waited a few days and knew that inevitably Trent would return to the restaurant where they met. Thieves had a pattern. Each day Kipper walked by in the evening until inevitably he saw Trent there with a rather lovely woman...and that was when Kipper chose to strike.

“Babe! Oh my god, really!? On our anniversary!?” Kipper exclaimed as he stormed up to the table that the weretiger and his apparent new date were seated. “How could you do this to me!? To us? And you’re leading this girl on!?” Kipper gestured to the woman as all eyes were drawn to the scene. “Um, excuse me? What? You’re dating a guy?” The woman across from Trent spoke. 

“Kill the homophobic judgement in your voice, sweetie.” Kipper shot back at the girl before returning his attention on Trent. “I think we need to step outside and discuss cause this is bullshit and....I want my ring back.” added with his tone deepening with a squinted glare.

[muniuchartstudio]

Happy Baturday! The cats are away and the bats will play. Here is BATRICIA (secondo), my second piece for The Grim Manor, A Darker Haunted Mansion Trubute Show on July 14th. More info here http://gruesomemagazine.com/2017/06/07/grim-manor-gallery/ 🦇🖤💀 #pen #ink #paint #illustration #drawing #myart #bat #grimmanor #grimmanorgallery #baturday

[ofsacriilege]

closed starter for @grimmanor​

next time, bayou is gonna win the stupid bet so he doesn’t have to be the one traipsing through an old, shitty, abandoned haunted house. this time, however, he’s got his phone’s flashlight in one hand ( hoping desperately the battery doesn’t run out by the time he gets the proof he needs of his expedition ) and a baseball bat in the other, looking as out of place as a person can. the sound of a creak ( is it just the house settling? the wind? ) off down a hallway catches his attention and he spins around, flashlight pointing into the darkness. “who’s there?”

[ofsacriilege]

closed starter for @grimmanor​

while kai is a nice guy, nicer than most, he’s not usually a teachers pet in the way he is with knox. he’d call it a crush, but he’s pretty sure it runs a little deeper than that. either way it’s enough to have him helping out well after class hours, helping the teacher go through piles of papers and do a little bit of organizing. “this is kind of fun,” he comments idly, glancing up at the other. the building is dark and empty besides them, something that would be scary were he alone. “i mean, it’s like all those satisfying organizing videos online, you know?”

[alexie-grimm]

OC showcase: Amadeus Hoffman

As a compromise for not being hereby for some time, here is one of my original characters! He belongs to a storyline of mine (GrimManor), being the main character (and an antihero too). He essentially owns a big manor with 4 ladies, drinks red wine every day, and overall is a jerk ass (due to insecurities). And yes, he wears heart boxers all the time.

[davidkarofskyindie]

grimmanor (Clark/Toby)

@grimmanor​ continued from (x)

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“even if he comes back, maybe he should know all of the services i’m charging for.“ toby would have been fired on the spot if the man found him fucking clark. still, it was worth the risk because he was dying to see what the other man felt like. he smirked slightly when the man told him he had wanted it for a while now. he thought clark was sending him signs, but it was good to get the confirmation. the construction worker moved his mouth down the man’s jaw, kissing it until he could kiss his neck. “i bet you were dying to see just how much of a power tool i was packing then.” he could feel his cock harden underneath the man’s touch. toby pulled away so that he could tug on the man’s shirt, lifting it up until it was off. he then leaned forward, pressing kisses down clark’s back. “i’m not going to stop fucking you until i hear that front door open.” toby tugged the other’s pants down along with the underwear (if he was wearing any). he spread clark’s cheeks and spat on the man’s hole. “just gotta make sure you’re nice and ready first.” 

“i may have been hoping to get a peek in the toolbox to see what’s in there” clark teased with a low moan coming out, he hadn’t felt this horny or needed in a while and he was going to enjoy every bit of it. He panted a little, lifting his arms up so his shirt came off easily. he looked over his shoulder, just watching as toby made his way down clark’s back. he arched ever so slightly, wanting to keep seeing toby moving as much as possible while also making his ample ass look as firm as he could “well then you’re going to be going for a while... which I’m very fucking OK with” he grunted, grinning as his pants and underwear were pulled down. the excitement had him so hard that he felt the waistband of his pants sliding along his cock before it slapped against his firm stomach, almost in perfect time with the feeling of toby’s spit on his hole “fuck... you definitely need to get it ready for you. judging by that bulge I don’t think i’ve had a man as big as you back there before” he grunted, reaching back to run his finger’s through toby’s hair and pushing back with his needy ass, his hole twitching a little in anticipation “show me what a real man can do with this ass... fucking own that hole” he whispered, spreading his legs as much as his pants would allow considering they were just gripping to his knees.