#⁺˚*･༓☾ griffin crone ➟ headcanon ☽༓･*˚

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ASK MEME (ACCEPTING)

@killedarlings​​​ pinged: poppy and lavender for Griffin!

poppy :   what comforts your muse ?

the most effective way comes in the form of a 11 year old mangy ass, garfield lookin’ ass cat with a shot meow and one foul temper. jus ta cuddle with butters and he feels immensely better 👍 

lemon sherbet. not orange, not raspberry, or any other fruit — it has to be lemon. one of his old friends used to make the best lemon sherbet growing up and it always help beat the heatwaves during summer. now it just tastes like childhood and having little to nothing to worry about. 

( these two are just ways he relaxes because i already.. wrote them down before realizing i was going down a different route oops )

working out and then inhaling a huge meal or lil’ treat. helps vent and wear that aggression in the most natural way he’s known for.. ages — sans busted walls, mirrors, and dishware. 

pampering himself with some spa time, cbd bathbombs, face masks. shit knocks him out with little to no tension left.

lavender :   how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ?  once their trust is broken ,   how might one go about mending it ?  

he’s come by a lot of different people with the work he’s done / still does, and trust isn’t something garnered easily. it’ll take time, maybe a few close calls and cracks of vulnerability, but it’s not impossible. if you can put up with him, he can put up with you, and a reason to not distrust someone isn’t given.. it might not be smooth sailing, but the waters aren’t as choppy as one might assume.

now if someone was to break his trust.. expect the ugliest, meanest face in the very least and a solid blow to the head at maximum. again, it’ll take time but it’s mendable. an apology is required ( an actual one, none of that i’m sorry but... ) and a reason as to why it was done. It doesn’t have to be a good or redeemable reason. It just has to be that person’s truth, regardless of how shitty it is. 

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did you know that opossums have around 50 teeth? they also eat a fuck ton of ticks and really help curb lyme disease tag drop

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* & DRABBLE — GRIFFIN:

There’s blood everywhere.

A murky oil spill among the streets well past midnight. The illumination from streetlamps hardly shone in the presence of the downpour. Cold, wet, suffocating. Yet it didn’t wash away all of the inky crimson that soiled his person.

There’s blood on his hands.

And not in the figurative way of how many lives he had reaped. It’s real – fresh – on the skin of his fingers, neck, head - every fucking where on his body. Still warm, tacky, to the touch as he pressed the pads of his fingers together. Tried to make sense of how this happened – why this happened.

There’s a voice – one that makes his blood sing.

Griffin couldn’t quite make out the words, but maybe that was for the better. For each passing breath beckoned the return of a long forgotten passion. Anger, rage, unbridled wrath – just as much of a friend as it was a foe; toxic yet potent. The shadowed faces and surroundings around him blur. All sounds are consumed by the rush of blood in his ears – beating faster and faster still.

There’s blood in his mouth.

A heavy, familiar metallic that coats his tongue upon startling awake. Eyes snapped wide open but all he saw was darkness. No dull sheen from a far off streetlamp. No glimmer of red against pale skin. Just darkness wrapped all around, a swath of shadow to steal his vision away. To calm, to get lost, confuse and trick.