#grimhall

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Bit of expression practice with Grim!

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❌ for grim!

❌OC in something they would absolutely never wear

From this prompt!

"Aly... do I really have to wear this?"

[Thanks @desnas for the prompt! This was a lot of fun. Sorry, Grim!]

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Suggestion Hours || @geniusborn​

Suggestion Hours! Disney Descendants?

|| I’ll be honest,  I’m not the biggest fan of those movies so I’m not the best person to ask this. But, what the hell, I’ll answer that feels right to me, Evie Grimhale.

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2021 vs 2024 redraw! I love my boy, Grim

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Long day.

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Time for my yearly bust of Grim!

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Strange, strange dreams.

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“Cause everywhere we've been, we have been leaving traces. They won't ever disappear, We were here, we were here, we were really here!”

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quick little doodle of Grim’s fox form

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(click for better quality)

Grim Reaper.

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!!!!!!!!

AAA I’m so glad someone sent me this… Grim my everything. My confidant… my best friend… my silly rabbit 😏 But for real, where do I even begin with him?

(Long post under the cut!)

He started off as a character I made specifically to be able to RP when I was at my lowest, mentally and energy-wise. He’s grown, as I have, and he changed me, honestly. For the better. 

At his conception he was a gruff, depressed, duty-bound and anxious mess that saw himself as nothing but a burden on all he interacted with. He was also cishet (lol) and my first OC I ever really RP’ed out in the world in WoW rather than with a friend, so I didn’t really know what I was allowed to do, or how to interact with folks, so, neither did he. Autism runs deep, as usual.

His past is… more than troubled, in every way I could think up at the time. When I made him, I made him to suffer, as I had been in my mental health pit for years with no hope of getting out. And I wanted to be able to relate. So I gave him aggressive, pushy parents, a line of failures, and a desolate disposition. And yet, seemingly on his own, he developed this will. This desire to improve, to be better than he was the day before, and to help people. He wanted to be better. So, I did too.

He talks little of his past, save for those who he’s close to and have the courage to ask. His plethora of scars aren’t for show, so to speak. He recalls each one’s origin, the one crossing his eye coming to his memory only in flashes. Only in nightmares, buried in his memory.

As a teen he roamed Darkshore, a ghost of a person shrouded in grief and rage. He was found, eventually, by a special someone that allowed him to call her Maggie. She led him to Moonglade where, after months of much struggle in trying to communicate without being able to form words in his worgenistic mouth, began training there under one Katrena Elswith, a disgraced druidic teacher who was the only one who agreed to be his Shan’do.

All of this happened in backstory however, and much more happened beyond this too. He eventually completed his training and joined the effort in the Tanaan Jungle, intending to meet death there, but managing to find a small glimmer of purpose, instead.

Early on in his RP days, he was asked to join a guild as one of the officers (little did they know he was nineteen. His troubles aged him beyond what others thought), and at a guild function he met someone special: Alythae Wildsong.

Where would he even be without Aly? Their relationship progressed quickly, possibly quicker than he wanted, but it was real. She taught him that he could be loved. That he deserved love. He was more than what he could give others. And he taught her, too. An exchange, entirely coincidental at first, and then fully voluntary. 

They went on adventures after adventures together. Some dangerous, some relaxed, some downright ridiculous. But they worked through them together, hands locked together in a bond as they discovered things about each other, and things about themselves that they did not know. Deception. And blood magic. Oh, the blood magic.

He nearly lost himself to it, during the Fourth War. The blight in Darkshore was destroying his body, despite his attempted protections, and he was nearly killed by it. A necessary evil, he thought. His fur gone, his skin blight-pocced, he delved into it. It felt… natural, for reasons he could not yet explain why. 

And yet, it was consuming him.

Aly brought him back. Cleansed him enough for him to make a recovery. But he found the magic…innate, somehow. He learned why, eventually, but that’s not something he likes to share pretty much ever. Regardless, he and Aly finally  got married in December after several long years of engagement, and now happily live together in Feralas! Along with their many animals, and Grim’s animal scouts, and of course their dog Pippin. 

This has already gone on WAY longer than I intended but this feels just like the tip of the iceberg lol. I know this is cheesy but having Grim, knowing what he’s gone through and still he continues on… it gives me reason to be better, too. If he can go through all that and still be a good person, I can too. Without Aly he wouldn’t be half the character he is today, so thank you so much to @tyranduh you mean so much 2 me.

Here's a few more of my favorite pieces of him <3

Thank you so so much for the ask and for the opportunity to infodump on my favorite guy <3

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Smilodon :) (Please do not tag as kin/ID/me)

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Concept for a version of Grim in the X-men universe :) teehee

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"Each new moon, her form descended from the heavens to the coast, eye closed and arms outstretched. And each new moon, he met her as she walked atop the ocean's waves to grace his beaches. Beneath a moonless sky, he guided her across the land to the morning sea where she lifted once more into the sunrise, body extending protectively over the world, a lover. A soft and gracious ritual the pair would happily follow until the end of time."

"And so they stared at each other, his highest mountain ranges unable to touch her starry skin, waiting for the next time her silver eye closed and her celestial feet met the sand once more."

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20 for aly and grim :)

20. clumsy attempts at flirting 

The day was fresh, though the sun had nearly reached its height as time was slipping away from them. They’d gone to the market together, but Grim had wandered off to inspect a blacksmith’s wares– Aly engrossed with the vast selections of exotic foods that they initially came here for.

He spotted her across the way, smelled her sea-salt-and-flowers scent first, actually, but she had yet to notice him, slouching underneath the shade of a leafy willow, legs crossed as she rested on a bench. Even like this, in these small moments, she made his heart full and giddy. He thought the feeling might go away in time, but still he found himself almost nervous to speak to her. Not that she’d be rude or cruel, he simply found her too good to be true. And yet she was. And she was perfect to him.

Slinging the goods he bought over his shoulder, he straightened his back and walked over casually, a small smirk on his features; an expression only she was privy to. Quiet pawsteps made his way to her, leaning casually on the tree. Lost in thought, she didn’t notice until he cleared his throat, her head swiveling to look at him.

“That’s a sharp outfit, miss. Did you…” he paused, frowning. He didn’t really think this far ahead, for once. “...make it yourself?” He grimaced. “Well, I would know because I live with you. And see you make clothes. You’re very talented at it, of course.” Her eye widened, a closed-mouth smile crossing her face. 

“Oh, yes sir. My mamá forbade me from play and fun unless I made a whole new outfit once a week. Very hard stuff, as I’m sure you know. But it’s all talent in my case.” She winked. Or her approximation of a wink, considering her lack of an eye.

Grim bit his lip, giving her a weak thumbs up. “Wellll… it looks good on you. Very nice.” He tried to raise his eyebrow for effect. But he, as well, only had one visible eye. He simply appeared surprised.

There was a long silence, the two just staring at each other.

“You’re supposed to say something about how good they would look on the floor,” Aly whispered, leaning in. The worgen leaned down to meet her, and she pecked a kiss on his snout. His ears flattened in a blush as his heart fluttered.

“I’ll be sure to fold them neatly if they find their way there later.” He whispered in return, a smile gracing his lips before returning the kiss to her forehead, artfully dodging her antler prongs as he leaned in. 

“Let’s go home, dear.” he rumbled, straightening back up and offering a hand to his partner. “I’ll get the wagon.”