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i promise ill do a digital redraw once im not lazy

scar: are you burnt toast? because you’re hot- ow! ow ow ow ow ow this toast is hot! gaah!

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to be honest, i just needed a reason to draw scar in a corset

i just tried to do something then this turned into this and then i- i dont know

will release some writing bits soon if i feel motivated<3

reblog this if your blog is a safe space on april fools and won’t have any jumpers, screamers, or anything scary or anxiety inducing

LAST LIFE SESSION 6 SPOILERS AND TW: BLOOD

FLUFFLY HAIRD MUMBO SUPREMACY

ALSO REDLIFE!VILLIAN!C!MUMBO FOR THE WIN LETS GOOO

moon big

moon big

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what if pearl was literally apart of the galaxy? she had never told anyone, except her avian best friend of course. 

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.