Grian Flying In The Skies, What Will He Do?

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butterflies represent things like rebirth and transformation, hope and life.

never watched 3l, but flower husbands!

remade a old post! its crazy to see how much ive improved in 2 months lol

old post under the cut😐😐 (warning: UGLY/lhj)

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look! it’s.. *looks at smudged writing* etho.. slab?

to be fair i really have no idea who wilbur is and why he looks like that, i only drew him because my friend liked fanart of him

another chapter! wooo :D 

sorry this one is a little shorter (about 600 words), ill try to make the next one longer :)

happy birthday our (former) ceo!

wish him a happy birthday or fall into the boatem hole

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please note i highly DON’T encourage smoking and this is only just for a drawing/illustration! thanks :)

hey! i usually don’t write grumbo but i think here’s an exception.. (not my prompt btw)

also, this is one of the only things of grumbo (dating related) ill ever write ever so if you still want to block me feel free 

prompt: character a tilting character b’s chin up to get a better look at their face and the evidence of the fight. a delicately thumbs away the streak of blood by b’s mouth, saying nothing as they examine it. after a brief pause, b’s heart skips a nervous beat as a looks them dead in the eyes. their voice is quiet and tense, their anger barely restrained.

“who did this to you?”

side note: mumbo will be a little ooc (assertive(?) dominant(?) to fit with the prompt, but other then that, enjoy!

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Grian had just rushed home after getting into a fight with someone not-to-be-disclosed, frantically trying to cover his scars and bruises before his boyfriend, Mumbo came home. He rushed to the washroom after tossing his jacket on the floor, rummaging the drawers for anything like bandages or casts.

Things laid everywhere on the floor, from toilet paper to bath salts. He eventually found some medical supplies, laying them on the counter infront of him as he slowly aided for himself—

“What do you think you’re doing, Grian?”

Grian jolt up. Mumbo was leaning against the doorframe of the washroom, crossing his arms and holding his jacket. Grian stuttered for words— he opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He panicked, stopping in his tracks.

Mumbo slightly vigorously grabbed Grian’s chin to get a better look, inspecting his face. He pondered if this was the cause of clumsiness, or a fight. His thumb slightly stroked the smaller’s chin, Grian watching his inspecting eyes.

He was silent, and so was Mumbo. Mumbo looked into his eyes and Grian’s heart had skipped a beat then and there, nervously. Mumbo looked into Grian’s eyes with a stern look, not blinking even once.

“Who did this to you?”

Grian fumbled for words, looking around the room and thinking of an excuse, not wanting anyone to die today. Mumbo kept looking at him sternly, and that’s when he gave up. He motioned for Mumbo to move down so he could whisper in his ear, as Mumbo’s face changed quick of expression.

“Very well then.. So, must we get on with the bandaging up?” Mumbo giggled, as Grian hesitated.

“Fine. But pleasedontkillthem-“

“I won’t, don’t worry.” Mumbo pinched Grian’s chin as he put bandages and casts on his partner. They smiled at each other, him being caring and delightful.