#red sky grimm

[dropout-ninja]

A Red Sky Grimm I made for @grollow for a shitpost originally, but he got too fancy to simply be used for the shitpost alone.

#Red Sky #ashyr who now is grollow #red sky grimm #art i Attempt #that’s enough for the month back to the bog I go

[severallizards]

Uh hi @grollow

have the firey twig that is all the bugs in all his crappily colored and sketched glory 🔥✨️

(Was very inspired by their fucking incredible fic that makes me want crawl around like a feral creature and just scream in the best possible way :] )

(go read it or ill eat just one of every pair of socks you own.)

Ignore the feet I couldn't decide how I wanted to draw them

#hollow knight #hollow knight grimm #hk grimm #grimm #grimm hollow knight #hk nkg #hk #hk fanart #go read red sky at morning you fools #red sky at morning

[arsonistmoth]

In honor of the knew Red Sky chapter please take this. In my heart that there is a perfectly good texas roadhouse roll with cinnamon butter on top- @grollow

#HEHEHEHEHE #angy roll child #must be contained by pastry #hollow knight #Nightmare king grimm #grimmchild #red sky at morning #RS

[ashyronfire]

Red Sky received this fanart from Batfly on Archive of Our Own--and I'm posting it with permission because I AM IN LOVE. Featuring scenes from chapter 21. :>

Thank you so much, Batfly!!

#artist: batfly #hk grimm #nightmare king grimm #inspired by fanfic #hk radiance #hollow knight #red sky

[vulturereyy]

How could one love a vessel so broken? How could one love a vessel so beautiful?

Since they've gotten it, I can post the art I mailed to @grollow, featuring... Well, who else?

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

#hollow knight #troupe master grimm #the hollow knight #red sky at morning #hk grimm #hk hollow #hollow knight fanart #grollow #mallowdraws #my art

[oceanst]

Fanart for the lovely @ashyronfire and their incredible fic, Red Sky at Morning

#digital art #hollow knight #grimm #red sky #hk grimm #hollow knight fanart #oceanst art

[grollow]

I want to share this commission that I got from Amy! (me, trying to pspsps them to tumblr and failing, despite great efforts)

This may or may not be inspired by something in Red Sky, I plead the fifth, but djskjdsgk

delighted :>

(Posted with permission from the artist, ofc)

#hollow knight #hk grimm #troupe master grimm #grimmchild #my commissions #red sky #i see grimm i reblog

[viapencil]

@grollow

TEA IS SACRED!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Halloooowiinnnniiiiiiiii

#red sky #Tea is SACRED! #HALLOWINIII #hey si estoy haciendo la otra pagina jijijis #grimm parece un flor <3

[evilhorse]

Marvel Two-in-One #20

#marvel two-in-one #the thing #ben grimm #master man #sky shark #u-man #whizzer #robert frank #miss America #Madeline Joyce #red raven #blue diamond #Elton T. Morrow #world war two #time travel #liberty legion #team up #jack kirby #marvel comics #comics #70s comics #bronze age comics

[tiger-lily-55555]

I read @grollow's latest two chapters of Red Sky at Morning today (two chapter update!), and it was awesome! A perfect spooky update for Halloween.

The visuals and descriptions of Grimm during chapter 46 was super cool - the second I finished I wanted to draw that, so I did a little sketch: (Under the cut for spoilers)

#seriously this was such a good read! #red sky at morning #fic fanart #id in alt text #my art #hollow knight #hk grimm #even though it's just a sketch I like the rough look to it #it almost looks like the sort of drawings they use in horror movies or games #which makes it fit even better I think

[willowthetree63]

@ashyronfire here you go <3

#hollow knight #grimm #red sky

[dropout-ninja]

More fanart for @grollow/@ashyronfire’s Red Sky

#ashyronfire #hollow knight #hollow knight fic #red sky grimm #red sky #red sky cross (kind of) #trying to be more ok with my sloppy digital art #so here wind I throw this at thee #back to the bog I go

[phantom-dc]

A deal with the Ghost King

Part1 Part3 AO3

Bruce was concerned. Last night, the world had been on the brink of destruction. A flaming, Kryptonite meteorite had been on a collision course with Eart. No one was able to handle it, and the League had grown desperate. Many, Bruce included, had brought their friends and families in an attempt to save them. It was then they had agreed to let Constantine summon the mighty Ghost King.

But they had failed. The Ghost King had rejected their offer of souls, and demanded a better offering. The League had scrambled to come up with something valuable enough to please it. But before they could try again, the King had vanished, and the meteorite had been destroyed. After the initial shock and relief had worn off, Constantine had demanded awnsers. Someone had made a deal, but no one knew who. While Batman checked the camera's, Flash asked around if anyone had seen anything. No one had, and the Ghost King's presence interfered with the camera's. A deal had been made with the God of the dead, and no one knew what had been offered. Constantine made it clear that if anyone of the League noticed anything amiss to call him immediatly, and it was well known how much Constantine hates being on call. So Bruce decided to patrol a bit earlier then usual, right after dark. He had been on his balcony, as the sun had just set, casting the city in darkness.

Then the sky was filled with familiar green/blue lights.

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Red Hood was following the Aurora Borealis on his bike. Jason had been worried when he realised he and Phantom had forgot to exchange phone numbers, but it seems he has no trouble making his presence known. Jason was sure the whole city could see it! Noticing the light rippled from Gotham cemetery outward (because of course a ghost-themed hero would pick that spot) Jason got there so fast he doubted the Flash couldve done better.

When he parked his bike, Phantom had noticed him and waved. When he floated closer however, he seemed confused. 'Wait, you're the Red Hood?' Jason realised he hadn't been wearing his iconic helmet in the Watchtower, and got a bit nervous. Had Phantom been unaware of the blood on his hands? Suprisingly, Phantom got excited: 'That's amazing! You're my favorite hero!' Jason was suprised: 'Really?' 'Yes! So many ghosts found peace because you avenged them. You're like a celebrity in the Realms!' Not used to the praise, Jason switched topics: 'So where do you wanna go? Honestly, it's kinda late and I don't think much is open now.' Phantom apologises. He wasn't certain his aura would have been visible in the sun. But he came prepared! Holding up a picnick basket, he suggest they visit the park chat so they can get to know eachother a bit better. Jason liked the plan. 'Let's go then, ghost boy.'

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Looks like I'll have to split the date up in different parts! Enjoy the wild goose chase!

Edit: I am no longer tagging as I teached the limit and the story is on AO3, sorry.

@alice-hazelwood @spookytragedyshark @vythika96 @willak @sjrose1216 @shorterthanadverage @bruh-incoming @desertbogwitch @bun-fish @anon-ymous22 @overtherose @dracotheghostdragon @treepainting @the-church-grimm @emotional-otter @zelabee @smilingfox22-blog @vampiredp94 @leftmiraclechaos @impulsiveasshole @babbling-babull @wordsgohere95 @theamazingfox @regressor-marina @raspberry-muffin @scribbiesan-main @satanicrutialspecialist @meira-3919 @idontgetpaidenoughforthisshit @terzatheunderscorerima @some-rotten-nest @wrenofthedumbasses @is-this-even-relatable @olivethetreebitch @my-mom-calls-me-rat @darlingatlas @blazeart @gunebugfic @chaos-n-kindness @elvesandlanterns @asphyxia778 @fantasticbluebirdfan @mj-arts-n-stuff @nappinginhell @slapphapp1 @undead-essence @seraphinedemort @enderglace @wildbacon-blog @mark-the-snark

#batman #danny phantom #dc x dp #dp x dc #jason todd #red hood #danny fenton #ghost king danny #dead on main #dp x dc prompt

[arsonistmoth]

Because @grollow keeps bullying mE. Here are 2 old pieces of art- Its Reed Nightshade and Atlas! The nightmare moff family everyone seems to love featured in grollow’s fic Red Sky! Reed is your local Seer and trombonist/general musician. He loves causing chaos and being an absolute little shit when it suits him. He’s fiercely loyal, kind beneath all that sass and sarcasm, and loves his family above all else. though he is not above shoving a tennis ball into the bell of his trombone to shoot at grimm- Nightshade Is the troupe’s Tattoo artist and specializes in many a fine skill from piercings, magic imbued tattoos, and sigils. She’s a lot like reed in that she’s a chaotic hooligan with a heart of gold. though she also has the sharpest wit and will sass you to the ends of the earth. She loves her family to bits and would stab a bitch for them. especially her sister Alula Atlas....Atlas is a grouch. He’s stubborn, cynical, rough around the edges and 100% ass to the hole. but he cares in his own way and will move heaven and earth for those he loves. pun intended ;3c. (nightshade does have both wings one is just not pictured here for the sake of atlas being seen lmao)

#goat draws #goat ocs #Hollow knight #hollow knight ocs #grimm troupe #Reed #Atlas #Nightshade #Red sky

[ashyronfire]

Red Sky at Morning || Chapter 20: The Rising Moon, The Setting Sun

Title: Chapter 20 - The Rising Moon, The Setting Sun Rating: M Characters: Grimm, The Grimm Troupe (including OCs), The Radiance

Warnings: Introspect-Heavy, Found Family, Pre-Canon, Time Travel Fix-It Adjacent, Grey-and-Grey Morality, Torture, Aftermath of Torture, Dismemberment, Graphic Depictions of Violence, The Author Likes Gore

Summary:

“Learn from me, sister,” he told her, while she openly seethed at him. Her wings were twitching in barely constrained rage. “Let my loss be a lesson to you… as yours has been for me.”

Author’s Notes: Welcome to Mulake! Also known to the author as "Will this arc ever end? I feel like we've been here ten million years" (keeps making it longer)

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#ashe writes #red sky #hk grimm #the grimm troupe #troupe master grimm #nightmare king grimm #hollow knight #hollow knight fanfic

[stellariah]

foolish heart, common tongue — Mammon x reader

⊹ word count: 1.8k ⊹ content: sfw, slightly suggestive, fluff to angst to fluff again, light marking (love bites), Mammon is a little possessive but not in a creepy way, Mammon calls you "sunshine", reader/MC is referred to as you/your. ⊹ warnings: none. ⊹ a/n: hi. I love Mammon. Sorry for making him sad here.

Mammon thought he was in love with the sun. He has been trying to convince himself that is why his heart feels so hollow.

It was the way that its rays shimmered and danced along your sleeping frame in the early morning.

Your little snores and sighs had stirred him awake. He woke up disoriented, still not entirely believing that you were really there—that he was really there. But there you both were, tangled in your soft sheets and the warmth of each others’ embraces in your bed in the Human World.

He spent a long time just watching you sleep, the sunbeams shifting from a gentle orange to pale amber to a vibrant yellow as the minutes slipped by. They paint your skin and hair like a canvas. A living, breathing work of art.

It was the way that its rays sparkled in your irises, making them glisten like tiny pools of molten gold, as you blinked away the sleep. You shined brighter than a pile of a million Grimm—more than any gem or jewel or coin he’s ever seen.

It was the way that its warmth made your skin feel beneath his lips as he made a trail from your chest to your neck, to your cheeks to your lips, to fully wake you up. He loved the way your heated skin tingled his lips.

You giggled at first, still in a sleepy stupor. But as his lips travelled higher and higher, your laughter faded to soft whimpers. When you moaned his name and thread your fingers in his hair, he thought his heart would beat out of his chest. He craved you. He was greedy for you.

“Good morning, Mamms,” you sighed, your eyes fully opened.

“Mornin’, my sunshine.”

You pulled him into a searing kiss, lips to lips, and your sun-warmed hands traced along the marks on his chest. He was so lost in your touch that he didn’t feel you flip him over. You were stunning wrapped up in your sheets, but somehow you're even more so with your smiley face above him, illuminated by the sun.

It was the way the faint pinky-reds and oranges and purples of the sunset sky illuminated the love bite he made on your neck as you made dinner that evening.

The mark itself was faint on your skin, but the sunset streaming through the kitchen window streaked the tender punctures with its inky plum, lush coral, and soft scarlet. He glided his fingers along the expanse of your neck, narrowly avoiding a swat from the spoon in your hand, feeling the tiny indents and watching the colours shift as he disturbed the rays. He lowered his head to trace it with his lips and tongue as he tugged the fabric of your shirt down to reveal more of your skin—of his marks on his human—to his greedy fingers and mouth.

“Mammon, I’m trying to cook,” you chided, trying and failing to wiggle your way out of his grasp.

“I can’t help it. I need ya.”

“You always need me.”

“Never,” he whispered, pressing another kiss to your skin between your newly exposed shoulder blades. “Enough.”

“You’re insatiable, you know that?” you laughed as you spun around in his hold, flicking the stove off as you went.

“Maybe you should stop making it so easy to love ya.”

“Mammon,” you said, as you cupped his face in your hands. He leaned into your touch, nuzzling his nose along your palm. “I want you to love me.”

It was the way that the sun was gone when his heart was ripped from his chest.

He knew that he and his brothers could not stay in the Human World forever. But, when the night of their departure came, he didn’t expect that you would be staying.

You told him it was to continue studying with Solomon and developing your magical abilities. He thought that was bullshit. You could keep studying in the Devildom. You argued. He yelled. You cried. He cried, too, because there was no way he could change your mind.

The moon shone across your face as he stepped towards the portal that would take him home. He hates the moon for making him see you so sad.

He watched as you hugged each of his brothers, exchanging whispered promises to stay in touch and make it home safely as they stepped one by one through the portal. He watched as your face crumpled when you stepped towards him. He still couldn’t believe that you were not coming with him. How was he supposed to leave you here?

“Mammon, I love you,” you cried as you wrapped him in your arms.

And like the coward he is, he pulled himself from your embrace and stepped into the portal without a word. He watched you fall to your knees, sobs wracking your body, before you disappeared.

He’s awake with a jolt—his head colliding with his textbook—and you’re not there. There’s no sun either.

He had fallen asleep in class again. It’s been months of this recurring nightmare. As he rubs his eyes, he smears fallen tears across his cheekbones. The pages he has fallen asleep on are wet and warped.

He doesn’t miss the sun. He doesn’t love the sun. It’s always been you. He loves you, but he’s ruined everything.

“Is it the same dream again?” Satan asks quietly from the desk beside him.

He just nods refusing to raise his head. He didn’t need to explain his tears anymore. His brothers all knew. Asmodeus casts a knowing look from across the classroom and Leviathan pats his shoulder as he exits. Mammon wants the ground to swallow him whole.

He manages to gather his books and exit the classroom, but his feet just won’t work the way they should. He stumbles several times as he tries to get down the hallway to his next class. After tripping again and slamming into a set of lockers, he resigns, weary frame and broken heart finally crushing him to the ground. Mammon curls himself into a ball and sobs until sleep finally takes him.

The next time he wakes, Mammon is in his room in the House of Lamentation. He doesn’t know how he got there. Honestly, he really doesn’t care. His bed is comforting and your sweater he has wrapped around his pillow still smells faintly of you.

He opens a bleary eye to quickly check his D.D.D. There’s a text from Beel letting him know that he and Lucifer found him and carried him back to his room and that Belphie was coming to check on him. He stamps out a quick “thanks” and then tucks his nose among the threads of your sweater. He tries to fall asleep again, but an incessant banging on his door disrupts him as soon as his eyes get heavy.

“Who's banging on my door?! Get lost!”

“Mammon, it’s me,” Belphie calls from the other side, the wood panel muffling him. “I think you are gonna want to come out here.”

“Oi, I said fuck off! I’m tryna sleep!”

The door splitters against the wall with the force Belphegor uses to fling it open. The sound of the wood cracking and the flood of hallway light make Mammon dizzy.

“Belphie, I ain’t telling ya again. Get out,” he warns, but his youngest brother persists, yanking him from his bed. Mammon hisses, but it does nothing to dissuade Belphegor.

“You’re coming with me. Stop being a baby,” he scolds as he carries Mammon out of his room.

“Oi, I’m not a-”

His retort dies in his throat at the sight of you down the corridor. Your hair has gotten longer and your eyes are blown wide, but it's you. His human.

He’s dreaming still—he has to be. There is no way that you’re here. Mammon pinches his arm and rubs his eyes as Belphegor sets him on his feet.

“It’s not a dream, Mammon,” Lucifer says from somewhere behind him.

There is no sun in the Devildom, but he has never felt warmer or brighter than he does right now, watching his soulmate run to reach his waiting arms. As soon as you are within reach, he grabs you, pulling you tight against his chest and nuzzling his face along your neck.

“Sunshine,” he sobs, voice broken but so full. “You’re here. You’re really here.”

“I’m sorry for being away for so long.”

“When do ya have to go back?”

“Mammon, I’m not going back.”

“What?”

“I’m not going back. At least not for any extended period of time. Being away for that long was torture.”

“You’re telling me,” he chuckles as you swat his chest playfully.

By the next breath, he has you up off your feet and in his room, slamming the fractured door behind him to muffle the cries of protest from his brothers.

“What happened to the-”

“Ah, Belphie got angry 'cause I wasn’t coming out and broke it,” he replies before dropping you unceremoniously on the bed. With a brief incantation and a swish of your wrist, the door is as good as new and the sounds from the corridor cease entirely.

“What did ya do?”

“Magic,” you laugh as you wag your fingers in the air. “So we can have some time alone, if that’s okay?”

“I love you,” Mammon blurts out, as your expression morphs from giddiness to pensiveness as you wait for him to continue. “Sunshine, I was a coward. I can’t believe I didn’t say it to ya back before I left. I’m so sorry. I love you. I’ll love ya forever.”

“Mammon, you’re not a coward. We should have talked more about my stay. It was my fault.” Mammon shakes his head and you sigh. You’re just as stubborn as he is.

“Now get your ass over here. We have months of cuddles to make up.”

He is in your embrace again in an instant. He missed the feeling of your body wrapped around him—the smell of your shampoo as he lays kiss after kiss on your forehead, along your cheeks, and down your neck. When he finally reaches your lips, you’re crying and he wipes at your tears with the pads of his thumbs.

“I love you, Mammon. More than anything. And I’m not going anywhere without you again.”

Though the Devildom was dark and sunless, he has existed here for millennia without some burning star. He has his sunshine in his arms, and this time, he is never letting you go.

©stellariah 2024 | do not copy, repost, translate, or feed my work to AI

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