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[callowed]

@grxmmwxtch

The sound of footsteps approaching Castle Evernight were accompanied by intermittent strings of giggles. Tyrian set foot inside, positively giddy. His mission had gone well. Very well. The high of a satisfying kill was pleasant, but the most exciting part was returning to his Goddess having done his duty well.

He may kill for his own enjoyment, but he killed for Her first and foremost. She brought him purpose, gave his violent tendencies direction, found use in his talents. He was eternally grateful. Entering Her chamber, he granted Her the deference and respect She deserved, taking a knee.

“Your Grace,” Tyrian began, barely containing his excitement, “I come bearing good news.”

He smiled at her, waiting to be addressed before continuing his report.

[wxrshipnpoison-blog]

“I am not worthy of being defended by you, my goddess.” Confused scorpion Faunus noises. He mutters those words under his breath, clearly not very happy about the fact that he managed to put his beloved idol in conflict with someone by....seemingly just existing. 

[nodrattr-blog]

@grxmmwxtch

Snow’s mechanical gauntlets were barely functional--she grunted, heaving up Gemcutter and transforming it down into its lantern form. Affixing it to her hip, she looked behind herself and down the sheer cliffs at the bloodied heap that had once been a huntsman. They had sniffed a little too closely to Team LAKE, and Snow had caught them before the team was exposed. 

Wiping the blood from her cheek, Snow pulled up her hood and started back towards the team’s cabin. Sighing, she pulled out the small Seer that had been gifted to her--and waited until that familiar pale face came into view. “Modhir,” she bowed her head, waiting for permission to speak. This was business, after all--and she always asked permission on matters of business.

[heartlxssxne-blog]

ǫ . dark skies

Grey irises scan for the faintest trace of his quarry. For some time since his first meeting with the famed Grimm Queen, Mercury had been faintly aware of a presence at the edge of his senses. Never a threatening one - clearly not a human as a result - but definitely one worth examining. After much curious perusal - && what he did not doubt to be incredibly transparent moves to rouse the curiosity of an unwary bystander.

Mercury was not an ordinary man, though saying so had led Emerald to accusing him of egoism.

Eventually, he finds her after travelling the dark, opulent halls for what his internal clock judges to be several minutes. Emerald would have lamented it to be hours instead, but exaggeration was mostly baseless && provided no entertainment.

When he finds her, she is facing away from him, instead observing her spawn as they march off to the rest of the countries, in preparation for the Queen’s victory.

He doesn’t say anything for a moment, observing her still figure before speaking.

“You had an interest in me, my queen?”

Ruin in her wake, monsters only she can sate,         The Queen, @grxmmwxtch, seeks a loyal pawn.

[ceresiae-archived-blog]

@grxmmwxtch

How long had she not been breathing before having her own name directed at her...?

She’d been walking as if she were being led to her own execution. The mood and ambiance said it all. The color palate; dark and muted; the only sound echoing among the two of them- Cinder included- were the clicks of their shoes against the tiled halls. It made the dancer’s stomach twist with nausea. What sort of person was this almighty and direful Salem?

Would she spare her...just as Cinder had claimed?

Her voice was smooth as honey, and like honey, thick in substance as there was detection of obvious curiosity, uncertainty, but also dominance. It made it very hard for Cerise to swallow the increasing fear that came with being in this woman’s presence. 

“ I-I am...Cerise Flynt...Yes. ”

[grimmattack]

@grxmmwxtch​​ \\ starter call​

When she discovered that Salem wanted to see her-- Cinder’s hesitant. Because if she’s in trouble, she can probably guess what happens after that. But she can’t just avoid Salem..for multiple reasons. So she approaches, click of her heels ever softer as she nears her-- while Cinder loves to play the leading role, she’s well aware of her position on this board, given how often she loved to remind her (she’d never admit it was her fault for stepping out of line and disobeying orders.)

When she’s close enough, she kneels, resting her weight on one knee as she focuses her gaze to the ground. “....You wanted to see me, my queen..?” She glances up at her for only a moment, before looking away again. 

[shovvteeth]

❝ we are the timeline that god has abandoned. ❞ (grxmmwxtch)

@grxmmwxtch || One foot into hell–

Mantle laid in ruins.The smoke of her city was billowing up to the remnants of Atlas; the destruction was paramount, worse than anything Robyn could have ever imagined when she started her endeavor to save the city from whatever tyrannical plans James Ironwood had for it.

An immortal being and fairy tales come true–

It as beyond her own comprehension and saw her sick to her stomach with fear and worry. How were they to fight this? The fate of the world and it’s future in the hands of teenagers and maniacs.

Laughably enough, Robyn trusted the teenagers more than the adults claiming safety and solutions though that was hardly fair on the kids, themselves.

Those sorrowful purple hues could only watch uselessly as her world was burned around her, grimm swarming and the godless beast responsible stood tall with a sneering smile on her vile maw.

The gods had abandoned them…

A shaken inhale was taken, tears cutting through the dirt on Robyn’s face as she shakily pushed herself to her feet. The words were hardly heard over the throbbing in the Huntresses own ears.

There was no point begging or talking or praying that this monster changed her ways so no words were offered back as Robyn let out a guttural scream, anguish bleeding through every hoarse and rasping note.

Her crossbow raised and every last shot fired as anger burned her veins and clouded her judgement. Those were HER people what had died and HER city that had perished!

The arrows deflected and shots missed but what more could Robyn expect when facing the devil as a mere mortal?

“You BITCH!”

[cursedburden]

@grxmmwxtch​:  “Nothing is what it seems.”

Warning Sentence Starters

“You make it sound like I haven’t seen the worst of the world we live in. It’s funny, you say the world is an illusion essentially, yet you are the reason the false veil of hope shrouds over the monstrosity of the truth. I know you caused this, Salem, so why tell me this known truth?”