#grem sketches

[chaoticgremlinbrainspace]

bug

[pleasantbirdsand]

I stumbled on gameplay of the Cars 2 video game playing as Grem and Acer

I don't know what they were doing but it looked cool

[shuunnico]

SeptGrember 30th: Grem explains why she needs your credit card.

(She really, really, really, wants the new ZZZero character)

Thank you all for staying with me throughout SeptGrember!

[gremdrawsshii]

First ever drawing (plus my first redraw) for this year. Happy (Late) New Year!

Original drawing under the cut….

[gremnda]

for the next empires tommy au comic, do we want happy shenanigans or devastating pain?

[blitheringbongus]

Grumbo? 🥺👉👈

gay moment

[dreamyboogrem]

gremgremgremgremgrem

[whisperi]

Magnet

If only the helicopter made sounds in the magnet scene, how does it actually happen

[jesi-jess]

Some stuff I managed to do plus a bonus doodle by @galaxysketches

All my ocs! :0c

[pan-fried-autism]

Some drawings and sketches I made! On page one, we have

Nikolai (@bowlerhatwearer) picking up Natalie by the scruff. with his mouth

A concept design for Anglesite, a fusion of Garnet and Peridot

Idocrase’s first form

Human Grem thinking about his sad guy

Page two, we have

Orange Sandstone, a defective gem with eyes on the back of his head

Purple Yukonite, his girly :)

Headless Rose if she had a head

Spherekhail as a human

A-Body’s robot body

Human Grem Harris :3

Human teen Marnie

[kobeniwife]

man.

. (@gremnda)

[chaoticgremlinbrainspace]

hes mad about it, btw

put the sketch for comparison

[justalilgremlinig]

My friends doing an introductory dnd campaign with some newbies and I was recruited as his “you at least know more than the other 3 so be a helper” player :>

So meet Elias Fleet! My tabaxi blood hunter, he’s a suave bounty hunter with some southern charm 🫡🤠

[shuunnico]

SeptGrember 16th. Grem loves greasy burgers.

Did you know gremlins can unhinge their jaws? Now you do.

[modern-gremlin]

Hi #Gremls27 Happy Birthday!!! Congratulations on completing another rotation around the sun. Best wishes to you. I hope you get to eat the most delicious of birthday foods ♥️

I have a question for Elliott if you don't mind. Does he have one pocket crab or is it a rotation of them?

₊˚⊹♡ Grem Turns 27 ₊˚⊹♡ — #6

"Ah yes. You mean those little hitch-hikers in my breast pockets... Such mischievous little nomads. I'm afraid I don't control what path they roam. They come and go as they please..."

He looks off wistfully. "Ah... to be a tiny crustacean..." "Though I call my most recent tenant 'Elinor'. She's a great listener..."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Ahhh thank you for the well wishes! I'm so sorry I took so long to get to yours ˙◠˙ But I hope you enjoy it! I love the question hehe. I would love to do a little Elliot and Elinor sketch later <:

[diana-bluewolf]

For @lil-grem-draws ↓↓↓

Chris and Misha sat on a carpet of fallen leaves at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. It was a perfect autumn day, warm and sunny. Chris’s mood wasn’t so bright, though. He looked down to a piece of parchment in his hands, then leaned back on Misha.

“Today is Elland’s birthday,” he said gloomily.

Misha perked up his ears. 

“What’s a birthday? To be honest, I don’t fully understand it, but it’s the day when a person was born. Humans often celebrate it. Some kind of tradition, people love those meaningless things.”

Misha yawned.

"Exactly! Anyway, they give that person presents. Don't ask why - I don't know. Maybe so that they don't feel depressed about being a year closer to death," Chris shrugged and looked at the parchment again. 

"I hope he never knows how many attempts it took me, but I sketched something. I don't even know what for; he doesn't look like the kind of person who enjoys staring at themselves," Chris paused, absentmindedly scratching behind Misha's ear, his gaze fixed on the dance of shadows cast by the leaves on the ground.

Then he suddenly flipped the parchment over and scribbled something on the back. "There, I fixed it. But there's another problem I can't solve."

He wrinkled his nose.

“The last time we talked… I think I might have offended him. You see, he had always been so,” Chris waved his hand as if shooing away an annoying fly, “kind. So generous and always ready to help. Of course, I thought he needed something from me. So I finally asked him about it directly.”

Misha rested his head on his paws and didn’t look intrigued.

“All normal people would have already told me what’s the deal, but he…Well, I know, it’s stupid, but what if he…What if there was really nothing hidden behind his kindness? What if he is just like that? Just recently, I thought unicorns were a fairytale, so what if he is, you know, a unicorn?” 

Misha snorted.

"Look, I know it's hard to believe, but I have no more theories left; he's just that weird," Chris tiredly rubbed his forehead. "There's that new book about that clever bloke in a hat. He said, "When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth." 

They kept silent for a while, listening to the forest’s soothing sounds. 

"He once met me drunk at Hogsmeade," Chris finally continued. "Don't look at me like this! I had never tried alcohol before, and I had no idea that even a small amount of it would impact me that much, alright? Still can't forgive myself for being that vulnerable in public. Anyway, my point is, even though I don't remember much, he looked…worried? Besides, wouldn't you try to use this opportunity to your advantage if you need something from someone?” 

Misha sneezed.

"Yes! I would for sure, too! But he didn't."

Chris held the parchment out in front of Misha's nose. 

“So what do you think? Should I give it to him?” 

Misha looked at the parchment, tilting his head as if pondering about a wise response to the situation, and then slapped his paw on it, leaving a big dirty footprint. 

“Oh, thank you very much,” Chris mumbled sarcastically, pulling the parchment out from under the paw, “I guess it’s a no since it's spoiled anyway. Fine, that makes things easier.” He sighed, crumpled the parchment and carelessly shoved it into his pocket. 

They had sat in silence for several minutes before Chris attempted to stand up, but Misha hastily grabbed the boy’s sleeve with his teeth. 

"Sorry buddy, I don't want to come back, too,” Chris gently petted Misha's ear, smiling guiltily, “but people think I'm one of them, so I have to follow their rules and school schedule. Well, sometimes. I'll visit you as soon as I can, deal?"

***

Elland was sitting in the Great Hall during dinner when a crumpled piece of parchment hit the back of his head. He looked around, but there weren't any signs of someone who could throw it.