#grimmssnarl

[flock-keeper]

@grimmssnarl

Impidimp -- Tomokazu Komiya

[flock-keeper]

"Carson a tha e a’ bualadh air a’ chraoibh sin? Chan urrainn dhomh laighe, tha e drùidhteach..."

(Why is he hitting that tree? I can't lie, it is impressive...)

[cottonthumb]

{A while ago, I watched RANDOMstuff’s process for how they make found footage images. For a long time now I wanted to replicate an image from the very first thread I had with @grimmssnarl, in which Grimm hid inside Milo’s barn.}

{For the very first time i try this style, I’m happy with the result! ;v; I hope you like it dear and I hope it feeds a bit of your spooky Snarl needs!}

[hoennhibana]

Looks at Phone.

Scrolls down.

Gets to the bottom of 2 pages of notifs.

“....”

“.....”

Blocks This Number.

[chaserainbows]

@grimmssnarl replied to your post “cyrus is one of my favorite pokemon characters i...”:

cyrus literally wanted to kill ppl and didnt care. and as a fellow autistic who indulges in intrusive thoughts from time to time he can and should be a goddamn villain

i have so many thoughts bro. like he's still just human but also. dude doesnt care. if you tried "fixing him" hed be like lol no.​

fucking spill bestie like as much as recent pokemon content wants to gaslight us into thinking that cyrus was Totally Redeemed At The End Of The Game (looking at you generations and usum) at the end of every sinnoh game he rejects every chance he has to be redeemed

at the end of dp and bdsp he escapes vowing to come back, at the end of pt he traps himself in the distortion world out of spite, in every game someone reaches out and gives him a chance to do better and his response is a big resounding No because he doesn’t want someone to comfort him he wants to become god

and ultimately the most terrifying thing about cyrus is just how human he is like he contradicts himself every once in a while he says that he hates emotion and that he wants to surpass the limits it imposes on humanity but you see him showing emotion very often even before the big climax of the game like he gets salty when the celestic town old lady calls him out for being ignorant he laughs when you confront him about lying to the other members of team galactic the big reason for him to be such an effective leader is because he has an instinctual understanding of other people’s feelings and knows what to say to make them feel motivated and in fact the reason for him to talk about emotion so much isn’t even because he considers feelings themselves to be bad but instead because he wants the world to be orderly with everything happening as it should in perfect harmony and basically conflates those two things for all of his talk about perfection there’s this sense that he understands that by his own standard he’s not perfect and needs to change that

the reason why i don’t like the babygirlfication of cyrus is because it ignores the fact that you can make cyrus a relatable character with sympathetic traits while still making him extremely fucking evil and the reason why i don’t like aus that explain cyrus’ successes by making him connected to some kind of deity before his world domination plan is because they rob him of his greatest strength which is his humanity

[badmusejail]

@grimmssnarl

Gaevano trudged through the forest.

Even if everyone nearby had strongly advised against it ... well, a forest that that whispers of curses and other suspicious activities was exactly what he needed to investigate.

"Chansey?" Chansey stood loyally by his side, but looked around, shuffling nervously.

"We'll be alright," he assured with a whisper, reaching out a hand to rest on her arm.

Even if he too had a sense of dread.

[redlegend-a]

✎ enter the collection

[elitexfourxlucian]

@grimmssnarl​

She simply watches her counterpart from a distance, calculating how long it would take for trouble to follow. Fortunately her trainer was close by with a book in hand.

After watching them struggle, she lets out a sigh. ‘This is quite sad, you know,’ she relays telepathically.

[kingsblaze]

@grimmssnarl asked:

Someone's being stalked. The ferocious Cherry... unmistakable. Her blaze burns brighter than anything else in whatever setting she resides. The light; enemy of a Dark-type.

... And similar dramatic thoughts as such go through Grimmsnarl's head as he hunkers down in the tall grass and watches the Charizard from afar. He wants to toy with her. He doesn't like how cocky she is!

After some days of training his voice, he learned to emit the sounds of baby Charmanders and throw the soundwaves away from himself to confuse his target. Hahaha... let's see how well Leon's ace Pokemon handles this!

The heavily muscled prized Charizard in question does pick up on the odd cry. Her head lifts and peers over the tall grass. She already had a few eggs under her wings, one of her own Charmanders pokes her head up as well though she doesn’t move in the way Cherry does. The young is pushed back toward the group, settling with the other babies who were enthralled with the juggling ice type that is Mr. Rime.

Cherry stomped further into the tall grass, giving her own call in response. Falling into a trick was the furthest thing from her mind as she listened for a response.

[trickshooting]

"....." "Hello." Moths mothily

( @grimmssnarl )

[honedclaws]

[grabs him like a squeaky toy]

[flock-keeper]

@grimmssnarl

Grimmsnarl -- Kazumasa Yasukuni

[grimmssnarl]

i was talking abt what grimmsnrl do tomake ppl uncomfortable to feed off of them

[cottonthumb]

@grimmssnarl found the flowers:

🌸 - but milo coughs up flowers in front of grimmsnarl

He’d seen it only as he bounded down the hill homewards.

His legs were pleasantly sore from a day’s work, his uniform a speckled mess of earth and grass stains. The sun had departed early that evening and Milo had repurposed his hat as a fan. His scarf hung undone around his shoulders, a testament to the heat of lingering summer. He was still distantly thinking of his sheep, of his chores, of his garden. He was thinking of the fruits that needed plucking from the orchards and the fields which needed tending for tomorrow. He was thinking of a routine which he’d known for a lifetime now.

And then he noticed the shadow not too far from his porch.

It stood impossibly tall, cutting an imposing silhouette against the dim dusk. The trees lined behind the farmer’s house looked smaller against that strange beast, a dark thing curling around the edges and shining red eyes to watch the farmer come home. It stood, unmoving, between Milo and the farmhouse, waiting his arrival. He stopped, unsettled by the presence. But then, to his uneasy surprise, Milo found a part of him had been expecting the visit.

No. Not expecting. Looking forward to it.

The shade was familiar; not for all the times it had come to prod fun and wreak havoc in the red-head’s life, but in a deeper sense. In the depth of his chest, Milo felt himself somehow welcomed home by the gargantuan fae standing impassively down the hill. The thought made no sense to him, the very paradoxical nature of it all sent a cold chill under his skin, frigid claws playing each vertebra of his spine, clutching tight at his lungs and forcing him to cough. It came out dry, heaves for breath, then wetter as the farmer felt something lodged in his throat. He coughed, again and again, unending until he finally spat the intrusion out onto his hand.

He pulled his palm away to stare at the white chrysanthemum resting in his hold, its petals torn from the violent hacking.

Milo blinked, uncomprehending, lost to any of this. He felt dizzy on his feet and scared of the unnatural bloom his body had produced. He imagined it growing still, squeezing his chest, sprouting up towards his throat- And he recalled faintly; among its many abilities, Grimmsnarl’s could quicken the growth of plant life at will.

“… What did you do?” Milo asked around a hoarse throat, taking his steps away from the fairy and his home.

[paldeantrainer]

“Fairy dust? What’s that? Does that even exist?”

[badmusejail]

@grimmssnarl knight Giovanni.

Patrol...  patrol...  It seemed it was all he ever did; patrol, train, whatever miscellaneous (demeaning) task King Oak demanded of him.

His sense for the supernatural wasn’t nearly as honed as some mages were; the King himself had a legendary instinct for things non-human, but still, Giovanni knew to listen when something didn’t feel right.

Still, though he stopped moving, hand upon his sword, he didn’t yet draw his sword; something strange didn’t necessarily mean something dangerous.

(After all, there were people and kingdoms that would persecute him; any human, any being that had Magick of their own.  Giovanni was lucky to have a kind and understanding King and land.)

“Whoever you are, I am sworn to protect this land, and protect this land I shall if you prove to be a threat.”

Bold and brave; stoic and just--the perfect knight indeed.