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ok no but all the mentions of human world food in obm have me thinking:
Who is making literal deals with the devil?
What do they trade human goods for?
What is the Grimm/USD exchange rate?
I don't think that the value of a Grimm would be that much in human terms because economic development (especially the way we mean it) probably isn't such a priority in the Devildom?
(correct me if I'm wrong haha)
Idk, I just think it's funny
What if Grim and was in Grimm. This funny thought of the two crossing over was in my mind for a while and I’ve been meaning to doodle it and today (November 19th, 2023) I finally did.
I come asking for Baby Radiance in your style...or Baby Grimmchild(1st stage), whichever you prefer.
I don’t think they like each other X’)
![Carol Rama, Contessa [Countess] (1963), Animal Claws And Oil On Linen, 17 3/8 X 13 Inches ( Archivio](https://64.media.tumblr.com/e3fac7fe28fc316457b242ff3383d175/e72da95f4822d72b-ef/s500x750/616fdcde8c0e7d5f58ddb913955516447119dafd.jpg)
give for the pairing of your choice!
thank you sm laurie!! ♡ gay pirates be upon you
[ give ] for one muse to offer the other their arm — grimm & law. content warning for vomiting.
There’s strands of pale hair that fall into his face, crusted with mud and blood and remnants of the salty sea. They obscure parts of his star-speckled skin, a cut and trail of dried-up blood appearing here and there. His lip is split, he notices, and it is only then he sees his mouth move, too; the voice that should be following directly reaches his consciousness delayed. Perhaps his head was hit a bit too hard.
“ —tain, Captain, you there?”
His expression sours at the title-turned-nickname, but as his facial muscles move a sharp pain bolts from his temple all the way down into his teeth. His stomach churns immediately, and he turns onto his side to have it emptied out. Ah, concussion. He can feel a hand be placed upon his shoulder in support, and while in any other circumstance he would revolt at the sudden contact, his body is in no state to listen or obey.
“I can”, he croaks out finally, under groaning effort and a throbbing pain, “a bit too loud and clear.”
Grimm grimaces, a not-quite smile that’s tugging at the scarred extensions of his mouth. “Can you get up?”
No, not really, but he does it anyway. Black spots dance before his eyes, and he is sure that he will have to crawl back onto his knees to get rid of all the bile that threatens to spill out of his throat again, but the heavy hand returns, and steadies him. It makes his head feel even lighter, and his stomach twist in a much different way. At least this time he can put the blame for all the goosebumps and the trembling of his limbs onto the gunshots in the distance and the blood still trickling down his throat. Deny, deny, deny.
A moment passes in which he tries to regain a somewhat-part of his composure, but his head hurts and his mind is muddy. His hand upon his shoulder has now left its place, the lingering warmth of two bodies meeting still eating through both cloth and skin, to bury into bone, and never leave; or so he hopes, at least.
“Need me to carry you?”, he half-jokes, concern still etched into his features, despite the crinkles near his eyes and the dimple that no blade had been able to cut out, “Or can you walk?”
He points his bent arm slightly towards him, an offering, a reassurance. You can hold on if you need to. And suddenly, from within Law’s chest an ugly crying sound erupts that only he himself can hear, that almost makes him stumble back in horror.
Not at the offering; at how his fingers ache to reach for him.
“No”, he says instead, chokes out, “I’ll manage.”
Deny, deny, deny. Lie and hope that all these truthless seeds take root, although you know that they will always die.
Thinking about how tragedies only work when the characters are robbed of choice. It was always going to turn out this way. This was always going to happen. She's been dead since the beginning. You have already done all of this and you will do it again. He's a brave man, but deep down, he'd rather be taming horses.
