#grum prime

[sarcosmiiic]

yall are so right rn, could not be more right but also tongues and teeth by the crane wives

genuinely i don't really- get? regular hc scarian, like third life desert duo has a special place in my heart, but regular hc scarian is just kinda- "they're friends and mischievous and silly :3" which like, is great don't get me wrong, but- thats kinda grumbo's base, but then grumbo has so much more-

idk man to each their own, both great ships :) no hate at all aha

I see you are a gumbo fan? Thank you. I don't hate on people who ship, but I legitimately do not understand scarian... Like... What? (Mumbo and grian quite literally have a... No, TWO cannonic sons and chemestry infinity... Grian and Scar is just haha funny.)

Erm not to be a nerd or anything but Grian and mumbo have 5 SONS

[ludolka]

Joel babysitting the boys, kind of a continuation of one of my previous posts

Prime (and Em to an extent) would absolutely use his powers to intimidate anyone into getting what he wants. Difference is Prime is actually intimidating while Em isn’t. Tho this tactic doesn’t work on Grian or Mumbo and he regularly gets scolded for doing it

Also, while Grum tries to be the responsible one, he folds easily (he secretly enjoys getting dragged into his brothers’ mischief)

[morelikeravenbore]

💕Positivity prime time! Share five things you love about yourself, four things you're excited about, OR three people you care deeply about and why. Pass this along to someone whose posts make you smile💕

CA-CAW BISH 💙

CA-CAW BINCH! 💙

Thank you for sending this, ya cutie! I didn't feel like writing about myself so I uh did this instead 👉👈 hehe I hope it spreads some positivity regardless.

Silly drabble, 600~ words.

Sebastian smoothed the sheet of parchment over the desk and reviewed his work with a small nod of satisfaction. Curfew was near, and the library was deathly silent save for the near-constant stream of dark mutterings coming from the girl beside him. Aurélie, for all her beauty, humour, and charm, was a force to be reckoned with when she was in a bad mood, and after an entire day of being grumbled, glared and snapped at, Sebastian was quite ready to put a stop to it. 

'Right,' he said decisively, squinting at his untidy scrawl. 'Are you ready?' 

'No.'

'First question —' 

'I still don't understand how this is going to help!' 

Not for the first time in his life, Sebastian thanked whatever higher power had given him a twin sister and thus a lifetime of experience dealing with the wildly shifting moods of girls: Anne was certainly a  formidable foe when she was upset, but even the volatile temper of a Sallow paled in comparison to that of a French girl when she woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

Still, vast experience notwithstanding, he exhaled a deep, slow breath before calmly explaining, for the third time in a row, ‘It's called practising gratitude. It's supposed to help you shift your mood so you feel better.'

'Fine,' Aurélie pouted, slumping lower in her chair. 'Ask the stupid questions.'

‘First,’ he began, referring to the list of prompts he'd compiled. 'List five things you love about yourself.' 

'Five?' she shrieked, bolting upright as if he'd just assigned her a twelve inch essay on the history of flobberworms. 'Pass. Next.'

'We'll come back to that one, then, shall we?' he said through his teeth. 'Share four things you're excited about.'

'Going to bed,' she muttered. 

Sebastian scribbled it down. 'And?' 

'That's it.'

Unwilling to concede defeat until he at least drew out a single, tiny, begrudging smile from her, he went on. 'Next question. Three people you love deeply.'

'Shoes.'

'Shoes are not people, Aura.'

'Shoes are a girl's best friend.'

'That's diamonds!' 

'Those, too. Write that down.'

'Alright.' With mounting frustration, he added "shoes" and "diamonds" to the list of people she loved. 'Who else? Real people, Aura.'

'Celeste,' she offered, leaning forward to watch him write her best friend's name on the list. 

'And? Come on, you might play the part of World’s Most Aloof Ravenclaw, but I know for a fact you love more than just one person…' 

'Hmm, Poppy. And Esme! And Jean, and Siobhan. And Lory, Cordelia, Tessa, Rosalie, Gibby, Allegra. Ummm...' She paused to catch her breath while Sebastian's quill flew across the parchment, struggling to keep up. 'Johanna, Calypso, Matty, Eleanor, Ariane, Winter, Alyn. Oh, and Artemis, and Lydia! And Violet and Pearl, and Eloise, both of them —' 

When finally she found herself out of names, Sebastian reviewed the long list with a bemused expression. ‘All these friends and you can't think of a single nice thing to say about yourself. Anyway —’ He shook his head and turned to look at her, ‘— you're missing someone.'

'Oh?' she frowned, critically eyeing the list of names. ‘No, I don't think so.’

'Mhm. A certain charming, good-looking, highly intelligent, freckled someone.'

'Oh!' She smacked her palm to her forehead. 'You're right! Garreth Weasley.'

Sebastian nearly choked on his tongue. 'I'm not writing Garreth fucking Weasley under "people you love deeply"', he refused, throwing his quill down. 

'Oh, but he's so friendly.'

‘No,’ he said flatly. 

‘Alright, alright, grum-py. How about this?’ With an impish grin, she picked up his quill and, in a long, elegant script, wrote “Sebastian Sallow” across the top of the parchment. 

Sebastian narrowed his eyes. ‘You couldn't have put me first?’ he grumbled.

‘I could've,’ she replied, smiling for the first time that day. ‘But it's much more fun making you jealous.’

🦋 Featuring my loves and some of Aura's AU besties: @sallowsangel @sallowslove @sloanesallow @lorriiraine @2centniffler @gingerlegacy07 @mianeryh @galaxiasgreen @lyworth @ravenwind-75 @dwightschrute11 @girl-named-matty @endless-starlight-legacy @yoshitsuno @moonstruckmoony @ps-cactus @polarisgreenley @esolean @vienguinn @myokk @thesuperiorfeeling

[muses-inn-a]

✍ (Murderbot + dealer’s pick for one of your OCs?) @justashadetalkative / meme

Favorite thing about writing the muse?

Murderbot can be very flexible to write with other muses, especially early in its story. And I like me interesting characters that work well for writing with other sci-fi themed muses.

I love how outwardly cynical and sarcastic Murderbot is, but it is also very caring and protective of others. It claims to not care about humans, but the moment it gets involved with humans that treat it with kindness and care, it gets overly protective of them quickly. And also extremely awkward.

Murderbot also has strong ethical codes. Like a strong sense of morality, particularly regarding autonomy, consent and protecting vulnerable individuals. I just love me a outwardly prickly character with a very soft and protective core.

It might be initially hard to get along with it because of its unfriendly and distant attitude tho. But once it gets hired into a contract or has to work with someone for the sake of its humans, it is more willing to comply and shows more caring traits as they go.

Favorite thing about writing the muse?

Well, I love the Kraang/Utrom. I have a soft spot for these squishy brain-piranhas. I like the 2012 Utrom in particular and just wanted to give an Utrom OC a shot. We know the Utrom are freed out of Kraang Prime's influence eventually, and they just all seem to go on with their days as if nothing happened.

I thought it would be interesting to go about the aftermath with my OC, who's initially still struggling but eventually gets to move on as well. Grum cares a lot about their autonomy and freedom, away from any collectives or groups. Having them find their own freedom to the point of even having their own little workshop where they repair spaceships and gadgets is exciting to me.

[countlessrealities]

@muse-inn sent: "I really don't want to talk about any other Utrom or Kraang, Rick. I'm just- I'm just ME. But I can tell you about the engines of Kraang Prime's Technodrome or the materials used for their exosuit. Or the Kraang-... I mean, the Utrom Flyer. You know... science, and engineering stuff." Grum, to Rick

At the answer, Rick lets out a sound that's half way between a disgruntled huff and an accusatory "killjoy", as he bends over and sprawls over the .

He isn't that interested in forcing Grum to say what he thinks about his species and, especially, about the specimens the scientist personally knows. Two out of the three are, at best, questionable characters and, at worst, two of the biggest assholes he has ever met. He doesn't need a second opinion to know it, he gets proof of it every time he sets a foot on the Technodrome.

The simple truth is that he has gotten bored with his tinkering and he knows that the subject makes the Utrom uncomfortable, so he has been hoping to get an amusing reaction out of him. However, much to his disappointment, so far his poking hasn't earned him any entertaining result.

"D-Do you ever do something tha-that is not fuckin' related to engines and shit?" The genius asks, even if his tone betrays how he thinks that he already knows the answer. "F-Fuck, don't get me wrong. S-Science is my jam, always been, w-will always be, but I like to, y-you know, let loose sometimes. E-Ever heard of that?"

He stretches an arm out, easily snatching the soldering pen out of Grum's tentacle. The alien must be thinking that he's acting like an obnoxious, attention-seeking teenager, but Rick couldn't care less. He'll be stuck there for another few hours and the Utrom is his only source of recreation.

"Y-You want to talk about you? G-Great, let's play a fuckin' game then. O-One of those idiotic party games or some shit. T-The more booze involved, t-the better."

[muse-inn]

🔥  —  everything’s all aflame! { For Grum ! } @advnterccs  / meme

There's definitely that time shortly after Kraang Prime's demise. Grum had been part of the Kraang hive for a long, long time. Being suddenly severed from that connection and having their own personality and memories flowing back in slowly, left them and the other Utrom in a state of complete disarray. But while the majority of them returned home and all continued their normal lives like nothing ever happened, Grum was one of these that remained at a loss and refused to go home. Instead, they traveled and had a look at what the Kraang did while trying to figure out who they actually are.

They dealt with plenty of very chaotic moments in their life that were beyond their control. And there is much emphasis on beyond their control when it comes to the time as a Kraang. Like being involved in fighting the Utrom Council, or the Turtles.

On a more lighthearted note maybe, Grum's first attempts at sustaining on their own have been greatly chaotic too. They had to learn to cook for one, and they also had to figure out how to earn money and make it without getting in any trouble with intergalactic laws. And while Grum decided that they don't want to have anything to do with their memories of Kraang Prime anymore, there's still their inner Kraang that sometimes shows itself, much to their own dismay. 'It's okay if no one sees it'. 'No one has to know about this'. You know. The kind of things one shouldn't do, still do for XYZ reasons and then their actions totally backfire into their ass only one minute later. Grum unfortunately has a tendency to ride themself into the most random terrible situations despite their wish to actually avoid them. Often they have good intentions but go about them in very awkward ways and totally lose control over what happens next. Which I like to think makes 99% of their encounters with other muses tbh.

[askpearlescentmoon]

How does it feel to be an aunt? Specifically, an aunt to 6 little robots? Going by age I belive it's NPG, RG, Grum, Jurm, Prime, and Empires Grum.

Huh? Wha? 6?? IM AN AUNT TO 6??? I need to go introduce myself to 4 for of them now, I have abandoned them. It is my duty to become to cool aunt to 6, and I have failed by not knowing I had 6 niblings

[dailygrumbot]

Day 48: Through the rift, feat. Grumbot 'Prime'

[queeryutb]

rejoice! grumbot & jrumbot be upon ye!

ignore grum's weird pose. i was mostly trying to iron out their designs

[dying-acc-idk-man]

Tubbo: -so like, Grian is one of my adoptive fathers but he prefers uncle since Phil adopted me first. Grian has two other kids, Grumbot and Jrumbot- three if you count Grum prime. Phil has three sons as well and is also technical my uncle since Grian adopted me too. Therefore I have five or six brother-cousins.

Ranboo, who was just asking if he wanted baked potatoes:

[ludolka]

Someone on TikTok asked for some content with these two and who am I to say no to that

Anyways, Junior (Jrum) is at the age where he just follows his oldest brother everywhere like a puppy and copies him in everything bc he looks up to him a lot :’)

Also regarding sibling relationships, Junior is the closest to Grum, who is patient and nice with him. Em (Emperor Grumbot) and Prime (Grumbot Prime) are basically twins, they have a lot of rivalry and often get into fights, but they also have each others’ backs. Grum being the oldest is the most mature, he likes keeping the peace. Em and Prime being the middle children think they are too cool to play and hang out with Junior (and they also affectionately bully him like siblings usually do). And Junior being the youngest is the most childish

Just idk, I love them oh so much and I love talking about them

[votederpycausemufins]

Here’s another chapter! Y’all are gonna hate the ending.

@petrichormeraki

Grian knocked on the closet door. “Hey Xannes, I know you’re in there.”

“I’m busy! Go away!” Evil Xisuma’s voice came from inside.

“If you don’t come out now, I can get rid of the door completely and let people see inside. NPG’s told me it’s private information, but I’m sure sharing would be fine.”

There was silence before Xannes spoke again. “I’ll be right out!” There was a bit of clattering and then the hels admin opened the door as little as he could while also being able to squeeze through it.

“Nice sweater.” Grian pointed at the bright pink and yellow sweater Xannes was wearing before he quickly pulled it off and balled it up before throwing it into the closet.

“What the fuck do you want?” Then he looked over at Tommy. “And why is he here?”

“We need to get back to Hermitcraft and that’s Tommy. He’s from our dimension, not this one. We already met Theseus.”

Xannes crossed his arms. “And what do I get out of it?”

“You could come visit Hermitcraft again?” Mumbo suggested, but the admin just shook his head. “I thought you wanted that.”

“Oh, of course I do, but you know how I’m always visiting with NPG? That’s because my brother won’t let me in without him. Since he’s busy with Theseus, I can’t go anywhere.”

“Hey, before we left visiting, he said something about messaging you. Any chance that could be about NPG?” Tommy piped up.

Xannes hummed in acknowledgement before pressing something on his helmet. “So he did. Something I’ll need to tell Prof about. He’s actually going to be away for a few days to visit family. Something about seeing distorted mirrors or whatever.” He pressed the button again. “Alright, call NPG here and we can go.”

“Do I really need to discuss this? I have gone over this with my one dad before and have recovered from the events connected to my brainwashing.” Grum tried reasoning with Puffy who was insisting he had a therapy session with her. “I think there are more important matters to discuss other than my mental health.” 

“Your mental health is extremely important. Especially when you’re stuck in an unfamiliar place. And I’m not sure that having your dad as a therapist is the best practice.”

Grum frowned. “Technically a therapist should not have any relation with their patient outside of business work, usually up to three years I believe. But our admin is not fond of us leaving our world, so Daddy is the only option.”

“Well a second opinion would still be a good idea.” Puffy said, and Grum sighed before slumping in his seat. “I’m guessing that’s you reluctantly agreeing?”

“Yes, however I do have a condition.”

“What’s that?”

Grum gave a slight smirk. “That’s to have a significant influence on or determine the manner or outcome of something. But that’s not important right now. My condition is That between your questions for me, you allow me to ask my own questions.”

“Alright, but I may not answer everything you ask. Somethings may be a bit hard to hear or take too much explaining.”

“That is better than nothing.”

“Alright, so your brother mentioned you were brainwashed. How did that happen?”

“On our server, a system was started to buy plots of land on which to build shops, a ten by ten meter area being sold for one diamond block. It was started as a joke, but everyone went along with it. Soon there was a large diamond pile sitting in the middle of the shopping district. Dad thought someone needed to be in charge of it and created a town hall to place the blocks in and then created an election for mayor, nominating Daddy as a candidate. There were five total candidates, but by election, one had dropped out. One of the candidates was someone named Stress.

“She joined the election with Iskall as her running mate with a slogan and choice of colors. Meanwhile I was created to help my dads win. Just before the official election, Iskall appeared at my platform to get ideas from me. I refused to help anyone other than my dads, so he broke in and rewired me. Dad tried to help fix me when he found out what happened, but he does not know redstone well and only slightly fixed it. Daddy then came over and fixed me, but at that point, the stress of what happened and the fact that it was election day and it didn’t seem like my dads were winning ended with me breaking down.”

“That does sound like a lot to happen to someone so young. Even if as a robot you have the mental capacity of someone older, from what you’ve told me, you aren’t even a year old yet.”

“Correct.”

“Now, you said certain slogan and certain colors. What-”

“No. It is my turn for a question. Do you know someone by the name of Tommy Innit?”

“Uh, yes I do.” Puffy replied, waiting for Grum to ask more, but he simply nodded. “Are you going to ask more?”

“No. I have asked my question and now it is your turn.”

“Right. What were those colors and slogan?”

“I do not want to repeat the slogan. However, Stress was fond of alliums and used their dye.”

“Well then, that seems like something we should cover. The slogan likely may be a trigger to you.”

“Yes. How do you know Tommy?”

“I’ve… met him and his family before.”

Grum narrowed his eyes. “Is that all you are willing to say?”

“It’s my turn for a question.” Puffy responded, and Grum had to concede to his own rules. “How are you around Stress and Iskall?”

“Fine. They are my aunt and auncle now. Stress may have been running, but Iskall was acting on his own. At the time they were unaware how sentient of a being I was and is greatly apologetic for what they have done. They are very close with my dads and usually messed with things they ade, so at the time it seemed no different to him. Is Tommy from this server.”

“From this server? No, I believe he’s from SMP Earth.”

Grum had to keep himself from cursing. Now he was sure she was dodging his questions.

“Have you ever had negative experiences around Stress and Iskall after the initial incident?”

“Yes, the most prominent was when I first saw Iskall after getting my new body. After that was when I found a campaign sign that had not been taken down.” Grum paused before asking his question, having an idea. “If I asked you to give me a diamond and ask me a certain question with the guarantee that afterwards I would let you ask all your own questions and none more from me, would you do it?”

“I… suppose I could. I would have to find a dia-” Grum pulled one of on his inventory, always keeping a few on him for Jrum. “I guess that will work, what’s the question?”

“Ask me ‘Who is Tommy Innit?’”

This time Puffy looked unsure, but reluctantly she handed Grum the diamond back and asked the question. The diamond disappeared as it started up Grum’s system. He was primed, he bootloaded his brain, he flooded the mayoral reservoirs and then, he found the answer.

“Tommy Innit is the youngest son of Philza Minecraft, former ruler of the Antarctic Empire. He has three brothers. After the decline of the Antarctic Empire, Tommy was allowed to join the ↸∷ᒷᔑᒲ ᓭᒲ!¡ ᔑリ↸ ∴ᒷリℸ ̣  𝙹リ ℸ ̣ 𝙹- ℸ ̣ 𝙹- ℸ ̣ 𝙹- ℸ ̣ 𝙹- ℸ ̣ 𝙹- Gᒷt ⊣o∷gᒷo⚍s.”

Grum was holding his head. Something was wrong. It.. purple. Why was it purple? He couldn’t think right. Why? Why again? Was it because they were talking about it all and he tried to access the mayoral reservoirs? “⍑ᒷꖎ!¡. ⍑ᒷꖎ!¡. ⍑ᒷꖎ!¡. !¡∷𝙹ᓵᒷᓭᓭ𝙹∷ ⎓ᔑ╎ꖎ╎リ⊣. ∷ᒷ!¡ᔑ╎∷ᓭ リᒷᒷ↸ᒷ↸. ꖎ𝙹ᓵᔑℸ ̣ ᒷ ᔑ↸ᒲ╎リ╎ᓭ��� ̣ ∷ᔑℸ ̣ 𝙹∷. ⍑ᒷꖎ!¡. ⍑ᒷꖎ!¡. ⍑ᒷꖎ!¡. ⍑-⍑ e l p m e. D a d s h e l p m e!”

“Du du du, du du durudu, du du du duuu! D-d-dance Grian! Du du du, du du durudu, guinea pig dance! D-d-dance Grian!” Jrumbot was singing while in the nether, mining up some quartz, both for redstone as well as for snacks. “Du du du, du du durudu, du du du duuu! D-d-dance Grian! Du du du, du du durudu, guinea pig dance! Dance dance dance dance da-da-dan guinea pig, guinea pig, guinea pig, guinea pig. Dance dance dance dance dancedance, guinea pig dance!”

He heard the sound of a piglin and immediately stopped to make sure his gold booties were on, glad to see they were, then he realized that it wasn’t actually a piglin, but a zombie piglin, and a young one at that. Then, he realized it wasn’t just a normal sound. The noises were in the same tune as the song he had just been singing. “Hello? Is someone there?”

The noises stopped and jrum would furrow his brow if he had one. Then he got an idea. “Well! I guess I was just hearing things!” He said a little louder than needed before going back to the song. This time he paid attention as the humming of a baby ziglin started up again and Jrum started walking towards it, lowering his voice volume so whoever it was couldn’t tell he was coming closer.

Finally Grum found a hole and peaked inside, scaring the young Ziglin. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you! I just heard you humming along to me!” They were quiet, but Jrum did get a wave from the mob. “My name is Jrum! What’s yours?”

The Ziglin snorted and Jrum smiled. “Oh! Michael is a very nice name! What are you doing in a hole?” Another few snorts. “Huh, I guess that makes sense. My dads kept my brother in a box until it was okay to move him so he could get a body like the one I’m in! I got mine at the same time too by the way.”

Jrum chatted with Michael for a bit before something was said that made the ziglin sad. “Aww, what’s wrong?” Jrum asked, listening to the snorts in response. “Aww, well I hope Boo can find Bee. I got lost once and my dads found me, so I’m sure that your parents can find each other too!” A single happy snort. “Yes, Boo! He can do it. Wait behind me?”

Michael had shaken his head and pointed behind Jrum. When the robot turned around, he had to crane his head up at the figure that towered above him. They were half black and half white with the purple eyes of an enderman, streaks going down on the white side of their face from the eye. Jrum thought he also saw some mirrored on the black side, but it was hard to tell.”

“Who are you and why are you with Michael?”

“Um, I’m Jrum and I was mining in here while singing and then Michael sang along and now we’re friends.”

“I see. And what were you mining for?”

“Quartz! I’m a robot and so is my brother and we eat quartz instead of normal food, plus I need it for some redstone things.”

“I see. And are you-”

“Am I what?” Jrum asked when the person stopped talking, their eyes fading from purple and into green and red.

“Oh! Hello! Who are you?”

“Um… Jrum?” Jrum was confused by a number of things. The person’s changing eye colors, the repeated question, the tone of their voice changing from serious to chipper and finally the change to the common language. “You asked that already.”

“I did?” He asked, and then pulled out a book. “I don’t have anything written down about meeting someone like you.”

“Well we just met a minute ago. You asked what I was doing with Michael.”

“Oh, did you make a friend Michael?” The young ziglin nodded and then the person started writing in his book.

“Um, so what’s your name?”

“Oh! I’m Ranboo.”

Jrum smiled a little at the name. “Oh! Michael said his parents were Bee ‘n Boo, so you must be Boo!”

“That’s right. You’re able to understand him?”

“Yep!” Jrum nodded. “When I go to visit my sort of big brother he lets me visit Prof and Prof likes to give me presents like a language translator! My brother has one too!”

“What’s your brother’s name?”

“He’s Grum. We sort of got stuck in this world for a bit but we’re gonna try and find a way back and even if we can’t I’m sure our dads can find us!” Ranboo nodded and wrote down more in his book, making Jrum speak up again. “What’s that?”

“Oh, um… It’s my memory book. I’m not… entirely the best at remembering, so I write stuff down.”

“Oh! That’s cool!” Jrum smiled. “Well, I’m gonna go back to mining! Bye Michael! Bye Dad Boo!” And Jrum skipped away, humming a new song that mentioned being AFK.

“Mumbo! Mumbo Mumbo Mumbo Mumbo!” Grian started shouting, trying to get the redstoner’s attention.

“What’s wrong?”

“Look!” And Grian shoved his communicator in Mumbo’s face. “They’re alive! Or at least… they’re not completely gone!”

Tommy and Phil also came over to see what was going on as Mumbo read messages on Grian’s comm. “They both ran out of battery.”

“Yes! I mean, it’s not good because I doubt they have a way to charge again, which is not a good sign, but it means that they’re not gone forever!”

“Wait, how do you know that?” Phil asked and Grian showed him the phone.

“We set something up a while ago so we get notifications for them when something happens like they run out of battery or get badly damaged. Looking at the timestamps, these were sent while we were in Helscraft, but we didn’t get the notifications until coming back to this dimension.”

“Is there any way to track the signal?” Tubbo asked, making Grian light up.

“Maybe! It would take a lot of time though, so it might be good to have someone here work on that while we check the-” Grian stopped, his comm buzzing. “What?”

Tommy leaned in to read the new messages.

[Bot Status] Grum has run into a processing error

[Bot Status] Grum has run into a database error

[Bot Status] Grum has run into a mental error

[Bot Status] Grum has shut down due to extreme stress

[Bot Status] Jrum has encountered a virus

[Bot Status] Virus has been dealt with

[Bot Status] : )

[gardengremlin]

Posting this here for now because it's just a WIP. But here's Grum. They're a Technodrome-Engineer and have been assimilated into the Kraang Hive until Kraang Prime met his demise. Ever since they've restarted as a blank slate and slowly rebuilt their knowledge... and attitude.

[countlessrealities]

I'm on the wrong blog lolol, but muse-inn? 8)

Send a URL and I'll answer the following || Accepting !

{ @technodromes | @muse-inn - yes, this is for both }

Do I Follow Them? Hell yeah 😎 I do and it Saby will have me, I'll stick around her and her amazing muses until this hellsite turns into a pile of digital ashes xD I'm really glad that our paths crossed, because I've been having so much fun having our muses bumping into each other and interacting!

Why Did I Follow Them? I think that she followed me first 🤔 But the truth is that I had been eyeing her blog through Locke for quite a while. Though I never dared to approach her because I didn't think she'd be interested...and man, I was wrong. So I'm REALLY grateful that Saby decided to make the first move, because who knows when my sorry ass would have gathered its courage to do it xD I followed because not only she writes muses I love and that I've never seen written, but she also does it amazingly 🤩 it was a must, once I saw that she was interested in interacting with me!

Do We Role Play? We sure do! We have a few threads and also several interactions / dynamics we have talked about and I'm excited about them all 😎 I love how our muses click with each other, at times in very unexpected ways xD

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: The answer to this question will never be anything but YES. As I said, I'm looking forward to seeing where our threads will go, and also to explore the newest combos! Saby has a beautiful way to bring her characters to life and I'm always amazed to see it 🥰 I'm particularly looking forward to Rick and Shredder meeting because that's gonna be a disaster till it's not (as in they are gonna be "meh" about each other till they find out just how much in common they have). Also exploring Subprime's real feelings for the fall of Kraang Prime. And SR and Bishop because they are adorable 🥰 And Ania and Morty on their little adventure, meeting Grum along the way 😌 And Carrion and Rick because that's gonna be interesting 🤭 Also all the Smith family shenanigans! ...Okay, I guess I'm just looking forward to it all xD

An AU Idea For Our Muses: Oh, damn, alright, let's see xD I'm really bad when it comes to thinking up AUs. Maybe a Star Trek based AU, where Rick is some sort of "consultant" of section 31, but the truth is that he just goes around and bothers every Starfleet crew he runs into (think of a mix of Mudd and Q xD). And ofc he has Morty with him, who tries (in vain) to stop him from causing disasters.

A Song For Our Muses: I suck at songs, so I'm gonna pick the ones that come to me first. Let's see..."Hot n Cold" by Katy Perry for Rick & Subprime, "E.T." by Katy Perry for Rick & Krang, "I’m Only Me When I’m With You" by Taylor Swift for Morty & Bishop, "Call me maybe" by Carly Rae Jepsen for SR & Bishop xD

Do I Ship Our Muses? I definitely ship all the combination platonically (with different degrees of friendliness and hostility, depending on the pairs). Rick & the blorbs (including Grum), Rick & Shredder, Morty & Bishop, Morty & Ania, Morty & Krang, Summer & Subprime, Summer & T'Ana...it's a long list xD As for romantic / sexual ships, as I've said from the start Rick would shag the whole Technodrome squad (save for the manchildren ofc), and he'd definitely go for Carrion too xD Romantically wise, it's a little trickier because Rick takes ages to open up and he holds himself back when it comes to falling for someone 🤔 He definitely had chemistry with basically all the people he's sexually interested in (even if, tbh, I think that he works best as friends with Grum and Bishop from what I've seen so far). Then there's Bishop and SR and yes, I know it's a recent idea, but I'm getting such good vibes from them already 🥰

What I Think About The Mun: In this house we love, respect, support and cheer for Saby! She's a wonderful mutual, a great person and a fun friend 😺 I love sharing ideas and HCs with her, or just chatting about stuff or discussing meta! She always has such interesting ideas 🤩

Overall Opinion: Saby's blogs are unique and anyone who's not following them is definitely missing out A LOT. You have captivating muses, interesting HCs and lore, a mun who's engaging and also super nice, and did I mention the art??

Blog Rate: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10+

[muse-inn]

Very much like Bishop, Grum has a soft spot for kids and teens. That goes for any kind. Utrom, Salamandrian, Human, Grum just tolerates almost everything when a kid does it without complaints. Let's say an adult human picks the blob up without their consent? They will start screeching and punching with their tentacles like a feral Cthulhu. But the moment a human child or teen picks them up? They just hold still and let the kid drag them around like a lazy lap cat. Children have this 'kid bonus' to Grum. They are adorable and need protection. Even though Grum considers humans weird beings actually, they think their kids are actually cute. That said, they won't tolerate any bad treatment and will actually attack someone mistreating a child or teen without even batting a lid.

They would secretly love to adopt an Utromling. But that heavy sense of guilt for their misdeeds under Kraang Prime's brainwashing and their self-hatred thereof prevents them from going that step.

[soemthingsparkly]

Grian becomes the legal guardian of three his younger brothers when they arrive on his doorstep one evening.

Grian long ago estranged himself from his parents - when he sprouted avian wings, it became very clear that he was not the son of the man to whom his mother was married

A rift formed, his mother's husband left when his wings appeared, and as soon as Grian was able to, he moved out.

For someone with no foundations, he managed to elevate himself - he completed an architecture degree, studied his masters, and is en-route to becoming chartered...

When a knock at the door changes everything. There stands his three half-(grum)brothers.

The oldest is ten, the twins are seven.

"Mum's gone," says Prime, the oldest.

"Gone?" Grian asks. "Gone where? How long?"

A shrug. "About three weeks?"

Grian lets them in.

Grian and the grumbots but an AU where all three are actually younger brothers under Grian's guardianship