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solarbomb.bsky.social
Your Grimm is sooo cute, very squishy makes me want to bite him <3
January 23, 2025 at 7:07 PM
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wulvercazz.bsky.social
This was an idea that I'm not yet sure if I'll do more for,,, but loved working on it regardless ´w` I love creature Grimm<333

Have this written bit of intro for now :>
He's in exactly the kind of situation competing photographers would kill to be, with a creature only speculated about clear as day before his camera; even with all the steam from the hot pools between them, the pictures he's taken are clear and magnificent. But that's still not enough, it's never quite enough in his line of work, is it? Not until he's got the perfect picture. And yet, he still stays cautious, he's determined, not suicidal. He can see the talon-like claws at the end of its fingers, the fangs that poke out its top lip, and it looks massive even from this distance. No thanks. All he wants is a good picture and to get his ass off this frozen rock he's slowly hanging more precariously from. Just zoom in a little closer, scootch in further. The warm steam before him warms his bones, but it also fogs up his lense... so he has to move in further, where the fog's less dense. Just a little more... he has to do the most, even if he has to turn back downhill with an angry yeti on his tail; when's he ever going to get another opportunity like this? So he props up on the edge of the rock, his knees balancing him barely upright and waits until the creature turns his way. The deep darkness of them and the stark contrast of the icey irises must startle him through the lense, because in time that he snaps a few shots, the best he's ever taken in his life, probably, he realizes one of his knees is suspended on nothing. And that realization follows him downwards, into the shockingly hot water and down with the weight of it quickly soaking his several layers of clothing; he's dead weight in seconds. The water feels like an embarce at this temperature, and with air quickly leaving him, he only can only think in passing that, yes, that's his camera sinking in with him. His lungs burn as he regains consciousness, warm water sputtering out his mouth and becoming a wheezing cough; he makes the mistake of squinting his eyes open, and is startled again by that icey blue. Except he screams this time, scrunching on himself at the creature's large face so close to his, and gets a loud roar to his face in retaliation. The creature is clearly bothered by the sudden outburst, giving him an eyeful of eight thick, sharp canines, and a mouth as blue as the rest of his skin. Ichigo rolls to the side, away from the yeti and from the open maw, and that only gets him a heavy hand on his shoulder and neck, a pissed off grunt and a shove back in place. Fuck, he's aching all over. Guess moving isn't allowed either. He stills, hands up in defeat when the beast continues to bare its fangs at him, "fine, fine," he mutters, like that will appease it. And surprisingly, the yeti exchanges the warning baring of teeth for a curious sniff, fluffing up his hair a little bit less damp with each heavy exhale against his head. Then, suddenly satisfied, it backs away and to the entrance of the cave he suddenly realizes they're in. It suddenly dawns on him that this thing... this creature.. rescued him. Not only pulled him out the water but also brought him home, probably dropped him unceremoniously too with how his back hurts. Or at least, he hopes that's so; it'd be very unfortunate if all its doing is hiding what would be its prey. So he slowly sits up against the wall behind him, mindfull of the way the creature's ear twitches with every movement he makes. Carefully, gently, trying not to hiss in pain and disturb the yeti again. And he stays quiet, just observing, watching for any cues that he'll be eaten alive or that the creature might leave the lair again; give him an opportunity to run for it. Then a gust of wind hits his cheeks, painfully frozen now, and he realizes right outside the elongated cave is what appears to be a low-grade snow storm. It's all neverending white, and that has him wondering if he'd even be able to find his way through at all. But then... maybe he should risk it anyway. The creature's busy by the front of the cave, grooming, he notices now; probably finishing the routine he started at the hot pools, combing it's fur with its tongue and nibbling at his skin before staring again. Its not enough of a distraction, but perhaps... Ichigo barely shifts a little in his place, intent to crawl his way past, and he's put on his place with a warning growl. Icey eyes looking at him and waiting for him to return to his seat. He can't do anything but obey.
January 17, 2025 at 7:02 PM