#Trubel posting

[winreyplace]

Random Fun Facts about Our Munbonds

Rune: His mom figured out he was prone to fire magic when she saw him reach into an oven with oven mitts and take out the pan without burning himself. Logan: Carries around a pewter-colored Tangle Jr. everywhere he goes. Tasha: Enjoys climbing up high or up walls and gargoyling to watch everyone. Meyleth: Was the first licensed female doctor in her town. Liam: Still has scars on his back from his old life that show up as birthmarks in this one. Howlett: Lost to Logan in an eating contest early on in his soulbond. Damien: His preferred material for writing down his cheesy poems is brown restaurant napkins. Diana: Was confused for a long time on what "yeet" meant. Artemis: Canonically, started writing romance novels when he was 10 years old under the penname "Violet Tsirblou". Butler: Canonically enjoys reading trashy romance novels. Unironically likes wearing corny Hawaiian shirts. Nick: Is really good at icing cookies. Sean: Really loves cheesecake. Still wears his royal signet ring. Trubel: Has the second biggest weapons collection in the family (Logan is the first). Jack: Still has his pirate hat and his compass. Has a bonsai tree called Methusaleh. Li: Did the "take care of a bag of flour for a week as a pretend baby" assignment in junior high. Cried when he accidentally "killed it". Theo: Is capable of carrying children as an intersex man. Mason: Is making a family beastiary because we keep getting supernaturals. Corey: Has a pocket dimension connected to all his hoodies that we aren't quite sure where it came from (we think a mix of his ghost rider powers and a gift from Liam?). When he turns invisible he can sometimes see lost spirits and objects and help them be found again. Pope: After temporarily being Liam's thrall, he now has the ability to manipulate by magic anything to do with cooking/food. Sara: Canonically was once a graphic designer. When we saved her from her canon death, the first thing our soulbond Pope gave her was a can of Pringles as a reference to their first canon interaction. Adam: Was very miffed that Melly didn't give him dragons in his canon story. Quentin: The only munbond we have that was an actual Tumblr user. Canonically first became sexually aware of himself while watching David Bowie in Labyrinth as a child. Eliot: Was forever destined to be a theater kid after doing a solo of Silent Night in a Christmas pageant play as a child. Charlton: Watched all of Lost, the TV show, via Eliot's memories. Margo: Wrote Fillory and Further fanfiction, including monster smut with Jane. Alice: Was and is a horse girl.

[fuckyeahnickburkhardt]

Welcome to FYNB!

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[garagevermin]

another beautiful evening of laying in my bed thinking about trubel from grimm

[green5quirrel]

I'm right here! Me and, like, two other very enthusiastic people who never talk to each other! We're doing our BEST, okay?

And, honestly, if you don't go feral after watching Grimm I don't want to know you.

Just sayin'...

I’m going to pretend that I’m not going feral for Grimm after starting to rewatch it, and that I’m definitely not slightly distressed by the lack of active fandom this show has.

[nivellesart]

Leo findet Adam draußen auf dem Balkon. Der Kontrast zum weihnachtlichen Trubel in der Wohnung wird durch den einsetzenden leichten Schneeregen nur noch unterstrichen.

I should have known it was too late, when I opened the first Hörk fic on AO3. This is for the Tatort Saarbrücken Discord server event Christmas in July. I never thought I'd end up posting Tatort fanart, but here we are.

[aspenlovesgrimm]

So, what are the original cast up to in my sequel fic? Well this post will explain just that!

Renard has retired as the police captain and spends most of his time keeping an eye on the wesen in Portland and acting as a Prince, with Diana helping him. They fix a lot of wesen based problems, and if they can’t they direct it to Kelly and Hazel who are private investigators, and of course if it gets to the point of murder, Hank, Nick and Wu will handle it.

Speaking of those 3, Hank took over as the captain and Wu got promted to detective and Nick is his partner.

Nick and Adalind are now married, and Adalind started her own law firm where she deals with wesen related cases specifically.

Hank adopted his neice after her parents died in a car crash and she’s about the same age as Selene (21). Her name is Ava and she loves her uncle a lot. She is also aware of wesen, but doesn’t get too involved with that.

Wu is single with 2 cats and living his best life.

Monroe and Rosalee are still running the Spice Shop with the help of their son, Freddy, and often with their grandaughter, Iris.

Trubel and Eve started travelling helping out wesen as they go and keeping an eye on the activities of the Royals in America.

And last but not least since I love him, Bud has his repairs business which he runs with the help of his children.

[musikblog]

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[skylarmoon71]

Josh Porter (Grimm) - Chapter 1

Long Post: 3k+ words.

Being a cop in Philadelphia, you’d gotten used to the crazy. 

There were a lot of things that made sense, but lately, the cases you were closing did not. For a while you pushed it to the back of your mind. Liquified bones, mysterious fly diseases, limbs being ripped from their sockets with no clear explanation and now apparently cannibalism.

It was hard to swallow, but you knew if you let the cases become too close, then the craziness of it all might just eat at your sanity. So you did the job, or tried to.

You’d made very little progress because your most recent case was an accusation of a man eating people. But there was no evidence to that claim and the suspect had a clean record. You weren’t sure what the next steps were. Because you had a victim in the hospital right now who was pleading for people to believe him when he said he saw a monster.

Nothing was making sense, but something in your gut told you that the suspect, Jeffery Adams was indeed no innocent bystander. You just couldn’t prove it.

“He’s a Wendigo!! I’m telling you!! Please! PLEASE BELIEVE ME HE KILLED MY WIFE!!”

That’s what your victim said.

You sighed, dropping your head on the desk in your office. You had enough on your plate. You didn’t need to worry about silly folklore on top of all of that.

The knock on your door pulled your focus. The door opened, an officer peeking in.

“Detective, you have a visitor. He says he can help with the case. “ Your head lifted at the sergeant and you nodded.

“Let him in.”

She nods, ushering him inside. He looked a bit nervous, not that you could blame him. The door closed and you gestured for him to take a seat. He was clutching a book to his chest and even though he sat down, he looked antsy.

“Do you have information about our case?”

He nodded frantically.

“M-My name is Josh Porter. You’re Detective Hotchner right. You closed the murders linked with those robberies. The ones where the victims were dismembered.”

The fact that he’s been following your cases raises a few flags, but you brush it off. He might just be checking to ensure that you’ll take him seriously.

“I did. We were lucky to close the case.”

It was a tough one. Although you’d ultimately ended up killing the murderer, at least he was no longer on the streets. You still couldn’t fathom how he’d killed his victims.

Josh stood, for a second he paced and you just leaned back in your chair with a raised brow.

“Okay, I know this is going to sound crazy, trust me I know. In a way I did ask to be like Nick and Trubel but I didn’t think it would actually happen. I mean I’m the least athletic human being in the world. I can’t fight Wesen, much less cut their heads off. That’s just crazy!”

He kept ranting and you were having a hard time following.

You stood, walking around and taking him by his shoulders to stop him from moving.

“Mr. Porter, please.”

He exhaled and stopped in place. You lowered your hands.

“Do you have something or not?”

He nods, moving to your desk. When he opens the large book, he places it on the desk. You just stare at the images, a bit confused. What does catch your eyes is the heading.

“Wendigo..”

He nodded.

“I know this is going to sound absolutely insane, but the person doing this, he’s not really a person. I saw his face on the news. I thought it was a coincidence, but then I went to the market and I saw him in the meat section and he woge. He didn’t see me luckily, but he’s a Wendigo. He killed that guy’s wife and then tried to kill him. You need to get a judge to search his property. He either has the bones buried under his house or in the backyard.”

He was giving you way too much to keep up with. You just sort of stared at him, because it felt like he was saying that your suspect was some kind of monster.

“Are you saying that Jeffery Adams is some kind of cannibalist monster?”

“Yes! Oh I’m so glad you believe me. I thought it would take longer. The last officer I told thought I was crazy.”

You just sent him a look and he laughed nervously.

“From that expression I get the feeling that you think the same.”

You just shook your head with a frown.

“Mr. Porter, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t bring your fairy tales into my office. This is a serious case. I don’t have time to deal with your delusions. A woman was killed.”

You were agitated as it was, now you have to deal with this nutjob.

“I’m not making this up, I’m telling you the truth! He’s a Wendigo and he’ll keep killing. You have to stop him. Can’t you search his place, you're a cop.”

“Even if I were to believe your story, we need probable cause. He was the one attacked. I can’t just harass a victim.”

“But he killed that man’s wife, that’s why he went back for him. He didn’t have proof, but he wasn’t lying. He must have done a crazy amount of research. He’s not a Grimm so he can’t see what I do but I believe he saw what he did. It’s real!”

This entire conversation was giving you a migraine.

“Mr. Porter, I think it’s time for you to leave.”

His shoulders dropped in defeat. He looked like he wanted to continue.

“Fine, at least do one thing. Search up previous locations. Adams has done this before, even if he wasn’t caught. I guarantee that there’s bodies there. If I’m wrong, then you can just cross me off as another crazy person, but if I’m right, then you’ll be letting a serial killer walk free.”

His words made you stiff. He didn’t seem crazy, not from what you assessed, but nothing about this was making sense. How did he expect you to believe that he could see some monster that no one else had.

Fixing his jacket, he turned to leave.

“Wait, your book.”

He shook his head.

“Keep it, something tells me you’ll need it for this one.”

Nothing else was said, he left the room and you just stared at the door. Your eyes moved back to the text, swallowing as you ran over the somewhat terrifying images. The pictures of skulls and the clawed creature didn’t exactly bode well. You moved back to your desk, tapping on it as you stared at your phone.

The guy could have been a nut, but the feeling in your gut was telling you that taking that chance was risky. With a huff, you grabbed your phone, dialing a number. It rang twice before someone answered.

“Hotch.”

You smiled.

“Hey Aaron, I hope you’re not too busy.”

“I can talk, what do you need?”

“I’m a bit stomped on a case. I was wondering if I could ask you a favor.”

“Of course, how can I help?”

“Jefferey Adams. Do you think you can get that genius analyst of yours to run a search? I’m trying to get some information on any strange occurrences in any of his past residences. Just about anything will help, kidnappings, disappearance, attacks, anything out of the ordinary.”

You heard him scribbling.

“I can. I‘ll have her email whatever she finds to you.”

You smile.

“Thank you Aaron.”

There’s not much you can do but wait for a lead. The entire day you find yourself just reading over the book Josh left. It’s stupid, no good will come from jumping down his rabbit hole, but you’ve learned enough from your brother to understand that any lead can be a good one, even the ones that don’t make sense.

When the day is done, you’re tempted to take the book with you. But the idea of having it in your home makes you a bit uneasy. Sliding open your draw, you close the book, dropping it in. There’s no use overthinking anymore. Your brain hurts from the lack of leads and general insanity of the case.

Your intention is to start fresh tomorrow.

So that’s what you do.

Entering the department the following morning you’re greeted by a few officers. With your coffee in hand, you get to work. You need to follow up with friends and family of your victim in the hospital.

John Reeves.

Maybe he had a record of mental illness, or some prior arrest that could explain why he thought Adams was the person responsible for the death of his wife. For the next few hours you’re fully immersed in your work. Someone knocking seems like a distraction that you need. The screen is starting to give you a headache.

Your eyes lift, surprised at the person there.

“Mr. Porter.”

After yesterday you were certain he’d never stepped foot in the precinct again. He stood by the door awkward and you just waved him inside.

“Hey, I’m back. So umm that book I left, I kind of need it back. I just started putting that one together and it’s kind of important. I was trying to be all tough and mysterious last time but I really can’t like, give it to you.”

His words actually made you smile. Reaching into your desk, you pulled out the book. His eyes lit up and you handed it to him.

“Thanks.”

You nod.

Now that he has it, he lingers. His fingers brush the cover as if running through a memory. There’s a bit of sadness in his expression.

“I’m not crazy.”

You look him over.

“For a long time I thought my dad was delusional. He would tell me these stories and as a kid it was great, but when I got older it just sounded crazy. I watched him die protecting this truth, this secret. I would have never believed it if I didn’t see it myself.”

This time he looks up at you.

“Some part of you must know that there’s more out there that we can explain. I did my research, you’ve closed twelve cases with similar issues. Things that just didn’t add up, didn’t make sense. It’s not a coincidence and this isn’t some fairy tale, there are monsters out there, whether you believe it or not. When you face Adams, you need to be careful. If he thinks for a second that you know what he is, that you can prove it, then he'll kill you. It’s hard to prove a crime when there is no body.”

His words are a bit chilling. You would have thought he was threatening you if not for the clear worry in his eyes.

“Be careful Detective.”

He grips the book, and just like that, he’s walking right out your office again, leaving you wondering if just maybe, there’s some merit to the world he’s trying so desperately to get you to believe in.

There’s an email that pops up on your screen and you smile at the little message.

Sorry for the wait, I hope this helps. Good luck on the case girl Hotch!

-Garcia.

You scroll through, clicking on the attachments. Your eyes scan through all three places of residence along with any unusual deaths or attacks. Your body halts at the number highlighted next to his general area. The more you sift through, the more obvious it is that it can’t be a coincidence. The amount of disappearance in the county at his last two homes alone is concerning. You gulp, eyes immediately moving to the door.

He might have been crazy, but it doesn’t look like he’s completely wrong. You need to pay Jeffery Adams a visit. Before that, you might need to have a word with a judge, if this goes the way you think it is, having a back up plan might come in handy.

~

“So, how can I help you Detective?”

You take notice of the fact that his house is a bit isolated. The next house isn’t for at least three miles by car. That can’t be a coincidence.

“I just wanted to ask you a few questions about John Reeves.”

“I already told the officers that I would not be pressing charges. He already lost his wife. I don’t see a reason to put him through more pain.”

“That’s very noble of you. I’m still a bit confused. Mr. Reeves seems convinced that you were responsible for the death of his wife.”

“He’s a sick man.”

“So you’ve said.”

Jeffery now looks a bit tense, standing in his living room.

“I’ve been very cooperative, but I’m starting to feel like this is an interrogation. Should I have a lawyer present?”

“You shouldn’t need a lawyer unless you have something to hide.”

He laughs, as if it’s a joke.

“Something to hide? I was the one attacked. Why are you grilling me?”

“Because I’ve noticed a pattern that seems to align strangely with Mr. Reeves claims.”

“What, his claims that I’m some kind of monster?”

“He was very specific. He said that you’re a Wendigo.”

His expressions are hard to mask. You catch the subtle twitch of his lips, the small lift of his brows. He collects himself quickly. You probably would have never thought twice, but you know better. Your older brother is a profiler after all.

“The crazy thing is he had these ideals, he kept going on about Wesens and woges and I’m just so lost. I thought for sure this guy is disturbed. Unless he isn’t. “

Jeffery is tense, for good reason.

“You have nothing, I’d suggest that you leave Detective.”

You smile.

“I had a feeling you would say that, that's why I have this warrant.”

You slide the piece of paper out of your coat.

“With the right information you can never tell what a judge will allow. We’re going to search your property top to bottom and find the bodies you have buried here. Then we’re going back to New York and California and try our luck at some of your old houses. Maybe we might get lucky.”

His jaw is clenched. You have him. He knows that.

“If you come in willingly, I’ll probably try to get you a comfortable cell.”

You’re gloating for good reason. The monster theory might have been a stretch, but it’s clear that he’s a sick man. He won’t put up much of a fight.

“You shouldn’t have come alone Detective.”

His threat confuses you, that’s until he rolls his head. Your eyes widen at the shift in skin. Blue eyes are replaced with yellow glowing hues, monstrous teeth and claws. Your instinct is to grab your gun, but he makes a swing and you yell when he slices your arm. The weapon drops and you fall onto the floor. 

You try to scramble for it, and you just barely get a scream out when he lunges for you. Another body tackles him just as fast as they both crash on the ground. You’re breathing heavily, and when they’re both on their feet, Jeffery makes another slash that barely misses his assailant. The man shoves him against the door and when they make eye contact, Jeffery’s eyes widen in fear.

“A GRIMM!!”

Josh punches him across the face and Jeffrey tumbles. You take the chance to get your gun, because Jeffery springs upright in seconds, rushing for Josh. You take one breath, firing multiple shots. He screams an animalistic cry before his body drops. For the longest while you just stare. Because the second he takes his last breath, his skin is shifting as those demonic features disappear as if they were never there. You blink, twice, three times.

“It can’t be..”

You’re positive that you didn’t imagine the whole thing. He was a monster. Just a few seconds ago he had claws, fangs even.

Josh moves to your side slowly, helping you off the floor. He notices the tremble in your hand. Your grip on the gun is tight, almost like you’re waiting for him to just wake up and attack again. It shouldn’t be possible. Not at all, but he was right. You turn to Josh, eyes a bit pleading.

“You saw it, you saw it didn’t you!”

He nods solemnly.

“I saw it, you’re not crazy. It’s real.”

The blood from your wound drips onto the floor, and you should be processing the slight gash, but your hand feels numb.

“I’m sorry.”

You have no idea why he’s apologizing. He just saved your life.

Now that you think about it…

“Why are you here?”

He rubs the back of his neck.

“I..I had a feeling you would try and apprehend him on your own. I was worried so I bugged your car.”

“You what!!”

“I-In my defense I was just looking out for you! You didn’t believe me, and I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if something happened to another innocent person and I didn’t do anything.”

You should be pissed that he’s literally tracking you, but the universe must have known you needed the hand. You laugh, despite the very crazy situation. Josh joins in awkwardly as you hobble over to the wall to lean against it.

“Is that a thank you for saving my life kind of laughter or a I’m going to lock you up type laugh.”

You just shake your head, wincing slightly.

“You’re lucky I’m in shock otherwise I would shoot you too.”

“That’s not very nice considering.”

You roll your eyes, and he moves to walk over to you, but a piece of paper catches his eyes. He picks it up, opening it.

“Is this a flier for a gym membership?”

You nod.

“He thought I had a warrant. I figured the only way to get him to confess was to threaten him. I didn’t have enough to give to the judge to approve one, so I had to improvise.”

You’re laughing again, and Josh can’t help but wear a smile. He moves over, right to your side.

“You’re a good cop.”

“Tell me something I don’t know. “ Using your uninjured arm, you reach into your pocket, calling for help. This whole situation is a bit messy, but at least you know you’re not the only one who saw a monster.

“By the way, what the hell is a Grimm?”

This time he’s the one who laughs.

“Now that’s going to be a long story.”

It’ll be a while before reinforcements get there.

“I’ve got time.” 

[lust-auf-urlaub]

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[korrektheiten]

Grüne Energiestümper: Habeck & Baerbock auf Grand Tour in Namibia und Indien

Ansage: »Im Trubel der letzten Tage in Deutschland – Migranten-Messermorde, „Reichsbürger”-Razzien und Beinahe-Blackout – ist fast untergegangen, dass die im eigenen Land famos dilettierenden deutschen Regierungsmitglieder wieder mal auf Grand Tour über den Globus sind, um die Totgeburt der grünen deutschen Energiepolitik in alle Welt zu exportieren – natürlich saftig garniert mit monetären Zusagen auf Kosten […] The post Grüne Energiestümper: Habeck & Baerbock auf Grand Tour in Namibia und Indien first appeared on Ansage. http://dlvr.it/Sf2rQv «

[loluy]

Я действительно не ожидала, что проживу так долго.

Мне нравится, как он ходит иначе, чем любая другая фигура.

Гримм/Grimm (2011-2017)

[misscrazyfangirl321]

Renard Family Quotes

Trubel: Are we doing anything today?

Sean: Spending time together as a family.

Trubel: I meant anything that matters.

[urfaveisdisabled]

Trubel from Grimm has PTSD

Theresa ‘Trubel’ Rubel from Grimm has Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD)

[ID: Two Images side by side of a flag with the pastel colours green, blue and purple. On the left flag is an image of Trubel from Grimm, a young woman with short hair and wearing a leather jacket. On the right flag is the international symbol of access. End ID]

[anythinggoesfandoms]

Aaaah I love Truble, and I hope she has a great time Out There. I also hope that she comes back to visit...

-said after watching up to Grimm s4e8

[aspenlovesgrimm]

Kelly, Diana and Selene

So, I’ll be doing posts to explain the characters of New Blood, but I won’t do all of them in one post because it would get very long, so here are the Burkhardts!

Kelly set up a private investigations business with Hazel, who is his best friend. He’s very quiet and not really the best with people, but he’s good at reading people and is very observant. He’s a grimm like his dad and has yet to show any signs that he has zauberbiest abilities. He cares deeply for his family and friends, but can be a little overprotective, especially over Selene, since she does have a knack of getting herself into trouble. He lives with Selene but due to their work hours they’re not in each others space too much which is the main reason it works since they’re almost complete opposites of each other.

Diana is a successful artist and lives with her 7 cats. She also helps out her dad (Renard) with wesen politics. She is incredibly powerful, but is careful when she uses her powers since she’s aware of how easy it would be for her to hurt someone. Diana can be overprotective of her loved ones like Kelly, but she has faith that she can keep them safe, and so far she has. Her surname is Burkhardt-Renard by the way since Adalind and Nick got married and she sees Nick as a father but of course she also wanted to keep Sean’s surname too.

Selene (nicknamed Lennie) is the youngest out of them. She loves her siblings but gets annoyed as they hover over her. She can fend for herself, but they seem to forget that. She doesn’t mean to get into bad situations, it just seems like the bad situations find her. She’s close with her parents, but is also very close to Trubel, who is the one she’ll call when her siblings are annoying her. She has a German Shepherd called Ruby and works as a waitress.

[untilthenexttruck]

5.21

Okay, but what about the guys out front? Shouldn't we deal with them first?