9th March 2012
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What do you want?
Yeah you do.
You’re a Grimm.
You want to kill me.
They don’t like me. I don’t like them.
Don’t I? Really? That’s so sad.
I certainly don’t expect a Grimm to.
I don’t need to.
Just because they don’t know me doesn’t mean you do.
Yeah, I attacked them after they jumped me.
Their little butter boy?
Yeah because he wouldn’t lie.
I wasn’t there last night.
I was at a rave.
Down by the river.
It’s an old building on front street.
Only ‘bout a couple hundred.
So you can arrest him for putting on an illegal rave?
What about my dad?
You know he can’t do that.
The cops jus
6th March 2012
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THIS IS TOO MUCH!!!!!! I CANNOT HANDLE THIS!
…Silas I love you!
19th February 2012
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Monroe, Nick Burkhardt, and Nick Munroe.
Coincidence? I think not!
4th January 2012
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Just me wearing my Monroe sweater <3
28th December 2011
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I’ve already seen all of them at least three times, though! I don’t know which one I should watch!!!
10th December 2011
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I laughed, sitting at the bar with Ezhno. ”You’re incorrigible!”
“She was so fine, Beyls. Oh my God,” my brother said, closing his eyes in reminiscence. We were hanging out at the Blue Moon Bar; Ewan was watching sports with his friends. ”Blonde hair, blue eyes, and the biggest-“
“Personality? Smile? Ego?” I suggested, knowing that this conversation was going downhill fast.
“All of those, actually,” he said with a chortle. ”Also tits.”
“Oh stop it!” I scolded, slapping his arm. I rolled my eyes and looked around the bar. ”Shit.”
Third Grimm fanfic installment.
OC X Monroe
Monroe is Eddie. Deal with it.
9th December 2011
I knocked loudly on the door. After a lot of rustling inside, Eddie answered. ”That was cute,” I said sarcastically, holding up his phone.
“Heh,” he said, taking the phone from me. ”I was wondering where I left that.”
“Where you ‘forgot’ it?” I corrected, making air quotes. Air quotes were annoying as fuck. ”You just wanted to see me again. It’s a little creepy, I admit. Now that I’m here, though, you should probably invite me in for a drink.”
I walked in without being invited. ”If you kicked me out of your house, why are you asking for a drink now?”
The second part of my Grimm fanfic.
OC X Monroe. Don’t like, don’t read. Do like, I thank you kindly~
3rd December 2011
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I sat around, waiting for Ewan to finish his rounds. I always hated hospitals; the morgue was much more comforting. Ewan interpreted this to be a fear of someone dying on my watch. In the morgue, everyone was already dead.
Looking over to my right I saw Nick’s comatose aunt laying in her bed. The poor woman had cancer and had been attacked twice. My brows furrowed when I saw a familiar man pacing in her room. It was Eddie Monroe, our first suspect for our Howell kidnapping. I nonchalantly took out my cell phone and dialed Nick. The phone rang a few times
Yup, I have a Grimm OC.
Oh, look at all the fucks I give! Wow! That’s a lot of fucks!
23rd November 2011
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I am oddly attracted to this man…