#after grim

[universe-gods-and-goddesses]

Primas pt.1

Jack= Sky Jack

Miyako= Memory Ice

Hanako= Tired Birth

Satru= Slippery Naga

Poppy= Thriving Poppy

Limu= River Mountain

Caicais= Mountain River

Monsoo= Tempest-Ray

Onyx= Dawn Phoenix

Drak= Lizard Ruler

Kizdo= Lizard Hunt

Mete= After Grim

Orion= Star King

Ophelia= Song Bird

Artemis= Moon Angel

Dipper= Dip-stelation

Apollo= Sun Angel

Umbra= Shadow Queen

[pangur-and-grim]

they are FRIENDS!!!

[majunju]

cold

[egophiliac]

(almost) four years in, and I finally had time to draw something for the anniversary! woo! 🎉🎉🎉

[whumpbby]

You know, that bit about "If you offend someone, make sure it's not Yunmeng Jiang and not their Leader specifically!" is just so fascinating to me.

Because - what happened?

What the hell happened to solidify the Jiang as the "find out" of Jianghu??

Like, sure, Sandu Sengshou "killed Yiling Laozu" so you probably don't want to mess with the guy - but a whole sect?? "Don't mess with them or they'll clap back" is a bit of a different fame than "he's torturing demonic cultivators!" - that former is an experience-based life advice.

So, what happened? Did JC punch someone square in the face during a sect conference? Called Sect Leader Yao for a duel and kicked his ass? Fucked up a bunch of trade representatives when they tried to take advantage of the fledgeling Jiang sect??? Took Jin Guangyao's hat and held it out of his reach????

And exactly how trigger-happy are the Jiang disciples to be known as the people you don't fuck with???

I need to know what the hell happened!

[snowberryc]

When you remember that paintings can talk in TWST:

You can't forget about Rosalia from Cater's vignette, she's lonely too.

[ryllen]

overblot grim with Yuu who accidentally get carried on his back

[myeagleexpert]

A story about the director and Grim, who are very close friends <3

Translation from fan to fan, all credits go to the appropriate artist, see the source in the pin below:https://br.pinterest.com/pin/902690319055568233/

Who else wants to see Grim's final form? but…. What cost would this have?

[soratsuart]

POV: A mirror calls you a magicless bitch but you're pretty sure you are usually persecuted for being a mage

Transcription: Dark Mirror: I sense no magic from this one. Empty, shapeless, void, nothing! Pathetic! Honestly, it's almost sad.

Yor: Sir,

Yor: It seems your mirror is broken.

Crowley: I-I understand this may be shocking, but the Dark Mirror hasn't been wrong in 100 years. It can't be broken.

Yor: I see.

Yor: I can change that.

Crowley: W-Where did that hammer come from!?

[dorkus-mcdingus]

Beyond The Grave

Tags: Skully x Reader, Lost in the Book with The Nightmare Before Christmas, Skully J. Graves, Ramble Fic (unedited)

Writing this because I'm huffing copium rn and I'm still not over Skully! God that kid was such a huge sweetheart and I hate that we never got to meet him outside of the book! 😭

||"There's someone watching you from beyond the grave." ||

When you first enter Ramshackle in all of its dusty, dilapidated glory, sure the three ghosts are there to give you one hell of a welcome but for some reason, you felt another presence in the old dorm. You couldn't put your finger on it, but you could tell that the spirit meant no harm. Matter of fact, they seemed to be quite friendly and gentle. Almost as if they're telling you whenever you and Grim come back,

"Rest your weary head. The day is finally over. Go ahead and sleep peacefully tonight."

By the time October rolls around, you start to hear little giggles, maybe the feeling of a kiss on your forehead or hand, as well as the gentle presence of someone guarding you while you sleep. All in all, the odd spirit's presence is far stronger than before. Maybe because they say that October is the month where the veil between the living and the dead grows thinner but once you and your friends get sucked into that book, you hear a gentle voice calling you to wake up as you were sleeping in his arms. You couldn't put your finger on it, but there was something about that boy that seemed familiar but after setting up Halloween with Jack Skellington, you were so excited to meet this boy in the real world but alas, he knew that his time was far beyond yours.

"No... I understand now. I will never meet with you lovely people again. But… We can always meet through Halloween."

When you returned to the real world, you couldn't remember what happened but upon seeing the portrait of that mysterious boy, there was something familiar about him. His warmth, his kindness, that feeling of love and fear around Ramshackle Dorm during Halloween, you finally found out the spirit's name.

"Skully J. Graves."

Call him your guardian angel, the spirit that protects you and your dorm, but what's a Housewarden if he can't look after his students?

[afterlifethecomic]

Updated lineup of the main cast, woo!!

[universe-gods-and-goddesses]

Other Gods pt.2

Galian= Beetaur

Mete= After Grim

Nestor= Unitaur

[pangur-and-grim]

grrr……I was only gone for one full day, but apparently Grim chose that day to pull a hunger strike.

the diabetes meds can have a side effect of lowering appetite, so I bought a medley of diabetes-friendly pate foods to get her eating again. she cherry picked the most expensive two and broke her strike with them, so good news, Grimble won’t starve, and bad news, my cats will continue to eat dollar bills.

[grimalkenkid]

“The Kind of Person I Wanted Back Then”

(Had a burst of inspiration thanks to @havanillas art of Aventurine with a baby, so have this angsty-yet-hopeful Drabble! Enjoy?)

Aventurine knew his place; he was a tool for the Strategic Investment Department to deploy in situations deemed too risky or underhanded for any of the other Stonehearts. He was basically disposable, a pawn who was nevertheless useful if he could turn the tides at a pivotal moment. So it came as little surprise when Diamond sent him to once again “offer” the IPC’s aid to a particularly stubborn border planet that refused to ally with the Amber Lord against the Antimatter Legion.

Even from orbit, Aventurine saw the scorched craters where once-thriving cities stood, though the sight couldn’t hold a candle to the devastation he witnessed firsthand in his opinion. Of course, he would offer his sympathies or condolences when he met with their leader, but he wouldn’t sugarcoat anything. If Diamond thought a gentle touch would get through their thick skulls, then he would’ve sent Topaz.

The negotiation went about as well as expected. Their leader was a tough, old soldier, determined to maintain his people’s independence. However, Aventurine had seen enough of the crumbling masonry and hastily-set tents along the outskirts to sense the cracks in the man’s resolve.

“Give the IPC a controlling share in the planet’s geothermal energy market, and you’ll have the Preservation’s protection.” The words burned his tongue, bitter and acrid.

Like they should have protected the Avgin…

Aventurine left the meeting having given the leader a few offers to ponder and many possibilities to chew on. He was certain they’d come around and agree to the IPC’s terms. Eventually, everyone did.

There were few casinos still operating within the city, having lost most of their clientele to leisure activities less reliant on luck. A shame, Aventurine thought, and so he returned to the small space-port, texting Stelle to pester her into playing online poker. They were two hands deep when a laser-scorched shuttle made an abrupt landing nearby.

Dozens of injured civilians and soldiers rushed out. Aventurine hung back, keeping out of their way as they undoubtedly hurried to the nearest hospital or, more likely, a first aid kit. He tried not to think of how powerless he was right then. For all his wealth, he couldn’t actually protect anyone. Only the IPC could wield that kind of power, and he was little more than their puppet.

With a heavy-hearted sigh, Aventurine tried to turn his attention back to his game, but a lone figure lagging behind the rest of the refugees caught his gaze first. It was a small child, his awkward gait a sign that he had just barely learned to walk. He stumbled about aimlessly, his wide eyes watery and darting everywhere. Before a single thought formed in his head, Aventurine had already pocketed his phone and strode over to the confused child.

The instant the child saw Aventurine approaching him, he abandoned his wandering and stumbled as fast as his little legs could carry him towards the only adult who even seemed to notice him. Aventurine knelt down in front of the kid, his heart nearly stopping as he saw his eyes clearly, with the distinctly two-colored irises of a Sigonian.

“Where are your—?” Aventurine started, but his question would have to wait as the kid slammed into his chest, clawing at his waistcoat and sobbing as only a frightened child could.

Whatever questions Aventurine had could wait. He slowly brought his hands up and wrapped the poor kid in an awkward hug. He wasn’t supposed to be the one who offered comfort, shouldn’t be the one people trusted. Wasn’t supposed to be a person, just a tool, a pawn. And yet this kid was clinging to him like a lifeline. The least Aventurine could do was give him reassurance in return.

He patted the kid’s head, speaking softly until his tears dried and his breathing grew steady. Only then did Aventurine lift him into his arms, whispering a comforting lie as he returned to the city,

“Now, let’s go find your parents.”

Hours later, and Aventurine had the answer he’d known all along. The kid’s parents were dead, and no one would take him in. Of course they wouldn’t; why would anyone take in a Sigonian? To do so would be asking to invite a future thief and liar into one’s house.

But Aventurine was already a liar. A murder. A loser.

As the kid fell asleep in his arms, Aventurine returned to his ship, shutting himself away from the prying eyes of his subordinates. He sat down in the first chair he saw and finally let his own tears fall.

“I’ll take care of you,” he swore with all the kindness and tenderness that remained in his scarred heart. “I won’t leave you to fend for yourself. I’ll protect you… I promise.”

And he meant it.

[merakiui]

it was so endearing to see grim being so protective of the player during the event. >w< also quite silly to see just how envious he was of stitch and all of the attention he got. it makes me think of just how huffy grim would get whenever any of the twst guys overstay their welcome or try to come between him and you.

you’re his hench-human (translation: best buddy)!!!! how dare these guys try to pull you away from him and monopolize your time and attention. >:( you’re probably one of the few friends grim has ever had, so he feels lonely and neglected whenever all of your other friends or classmates try to pull you away.

if any of them expect to be in romantic relations with you, they better be prepared to appease grim and earn his approval first. he won’t allow just anyone! after all, even though it may not seem so, he does care immensely for you and just wants you to be happy always. even though he says it’s only because it would look bad on him as the boss if his hench-human wasn’t also happy. but you know he cares.

if you’re ace or deuce (or any of the other first years for that matter), you can be certain grim is going to be an absolute pain whenever they try to rizz you up. T_T

[rainbow-sunshine-unicorn]

Saw people pointing out that Anthony is literally turning purple from not breathing and still refusing to let go of his wife long enough to come up for air and I’ve just realised that this means that Kate Bridgerton’s kisses have singlehandedly defeated Anthony’s decade-long anxiety around breathlessness