#grumbomonth

[tiredfoxtf]

Snowy day.

Winter art in March? Where I'm from that makes sense.

[grow-bettah]

GRUMBO MONTH PROMPT LIST!!

It's not my best work, but here it is!

Some of the prompts play into eachother! Feel free to combine them :3

also, when posting about grumbo month, please use the tags #grumbomonth and #wafflemonth !! (so i can look through your amazing art and giggle and kick my feet about it)

HAVE FUN!!!!

[boxbugdotcom]

day one- holding hands :3

grumbo month is here !!!

[cm-lily]

[Day 1: Hand holding]

[Mumbo was hold captive by the Watcher as a hostage, fortunately, Grian—the secret leader of the rebellion group and also his 'thought to be dead' best friend, found him. Grian help Mumbo escaped, but they have to parted ways because Grian can't left his allies and comrade just yet]

“I can see them—Mumbo jump to the portal!”

“I'm not leaving you here.”

“I can't go. My war is not over.”

“Then I'm staying, your war is my war too. I'm not loosing you again Grian—”

“So am I!” The hand squeezed him. Warm and protective hand that he missed so much. “I know you will refused to go, Mumbo. But trust me when I said this, you're not strong enough to fight a watcher, let alone a bunch of them.”

Mumbo gulps. “Then what makes you think you can?”

“I can't.” Grian admits. “But I have allies. They've dealt with the Watchers countless time, there's a part we need to play, Mumbo. My part is to be the leader of this rebellion, and your part is to reach the World Hub safely, and return with back up.” I trust you.

“Okay.” Mumbo slowly let go. “Okay. I trust you, just—don't die, please.”

Grian smiles. “I won't.”

“I'll come back for you.”

“And I'll be waiting.”

(Or, you don't said anything about the prompt having to be fluff so...)

[the-caladrius-au]

@a-sociopath-do-your-research talking herw! Still sick, but I couldn't just not do anything for the grumbo month!!! So enjoy this @grow-bettah :)) little shorter than what I usually feel comfortable writing, but I wanted to get something out!

For day 2, alternate universe!

————

« Why did I let you do this- » Mumbo was pacing back and forth, looking at the sleeping form of his boyfriend in his bed, bandages wrapped around his torso « it was an awful idea. And just- not only the wing, you went out there before recovering! Because of course you did! I should've known- I should've tied you to the bed the moment you passed out after getting the painkillers- this is all my fault- »

« Love? » Grian's quiet, soft voice snapped Mumbo out of his thoughts.

« Yes? Do you need something? »

« Stop it. »

Mumbo stared at him for a few seconds, confused. "Stop what? Talking? Walking? Maybe my steps are bothering him and that's why he woke up Prime I should've been more careful-"

« 'S not your fault » Grian continued, after pulling himself up to sit.

« Grian, sit down, you still need to recover from losing a wing- » Mumbo tried pushing him down by the shoulders.

The shorter man just chuckled, shaking his head « You worrywart. We both know the wound isn't open anymore. »

« But it was just yesterday. And the more magic you use, the more you get tired out. » Mumbo sighed, sitting next to him. « You shouldn't have exposed yourself like that so soon. »

« You know I'm one for drama, I couldn't just make my public wait for me » Grian sprawled himself on his boyfriend's lap.

« plus. I was lonely… just don't leave again, and I won't need to go out again! »

Mumbo laughed. « Only because you ask nicely »

« And because if you didn't, I'd burn down a building »

« only one? And here I thought you'd burn down half the town. »

« Do not tempt me, I just might do it! »

[cloudwhisper23]

Bit late to Grumbo Month (not to mention that I'm writing for drawing prompts) but I'm still going to do it, even if it's all a bit later than expected. @grow-bettah created the prompts and the event, so check out his blog too!

Day 1: Handholding

The constant messages were common, at this point. Mumbo would’ve been more worried if he didn’t get new messages from Grian at least once every day. His friend wrote in the messiest scrawl, asking simple questions that were almost too easy to answer. He typically wrote out the response and sent the cart back without a second thought.

Except, Grian hadn’t sent a message for a few days.

Mumbo checked for new messages every so often, hoping for the dingy minecart to be there, a message from Grian patiently waiting for a reply.

No such luck.

It only took a few more days before Mumbo sent a message of his own, crafting a new minecart for the express purpose of checking on Grian. He wanted to run through the tunnel and check for himself, but a message was probably a more acceptable response.

His hands slid over the untarnished edge of the freshly crafted minecart. He wasn’t being irrational, was he? Something was surely wrong.

Mumbo set the minecart up on the track, message in hand. It was a bit longer than the typical messages they sent to each other, but it had been a few days. Almost a week, even! So, understandably, Mumbo was in the right to send a longer message.

Maybe a message wouldn’t be enough? Surely Grian could understand Mumbo’s concern. He would understand if Mumbo just popped by to say hello, right?

The book and quill dropped to the floor with a heavy thud as Mumbo tucked himself into the minecart. He wasn’t overreacting. He just missed his friend. That was all this was, right?

Mumbo ignored the warmth spreading across his face as he rode through the tunnel. He didn’t realize that Grian had come back to detail the stupid thing. No one was ever meant to see the tunnel, after all. What was the point of decorating a secret?

Unless he meant for me to visit someday, Mumbo thought to himself. He shook his head. That couldn’t be the case. There were plenty of other reasonable ways to travel, most of which included being aboveground.

Mumbo mused to himself a bit more, marveling at the absurdity of it all. He was traveling through a messaging system on his way to check on Grian. On Grian! The avian who seemed incapable of leaving Mumbo alone for more than a few hours!

I feel like a piece of paper, he thought as the tunnel finally came up near the sound of an aggravating bell. Startled, Mumbo jumped out of the minecart early. The minecart continued without him, crashing into something as it reached Grian’s base.

What on earth? Mumbo hurried to catch up, and he realized the issue. The minecart had crashed into another minecart. The original minecart. Mumbo’s shoulders sank.

Grian wasn’t here. The dust on the ground around Mumbo was more than enough to suggest that, even without the unread message sitting in the minecart.

Glumly, he picked up both minecarts, trying not to feel too upset. Grian was probably just busy with something elsewhere. He probably had a shop in the shopping district to stock, resources to collect. There was a reasonable explanation for this. There had to be.

Mumbo stepped out into the jungle, feeling quite small. It didn’t feel as fun now that he was looking for Grian. How could one find an avian in the jungle? His lips quivered, but he straightened his shoulders. This was nothing. Hermits could do anything if they set themselves to the task. It was just another goal to reach. He would find Grian.

Grian hadn’t meant to get so invested in resource collecting. But the base he had in mind needed a lot of resources, resources that he couldn’t collect easily.

So, he’d gone mining. And he’d created a shop. And maybe he hadn’t been home in a few days, but that wasn’t the biggest deal. Hermits were allowed to vanish into the wilderness for long periods of time. It was almost expected, really.

Grian smiled as he landed in the tree next to his starter base. He would get started on his new base in a few days, but he was ready to rest. Already, he could feel the exhaustion weighing down his wings.

Mumbo walked out of his base right before he could jump down. Grian’s eyebrows scrunched with curiosity as he looked at his friend. What was Mumbo doing here? Grian hadn’t been home, so surely he wasn’t visiting.

The expression on Mumbo’s face was not a happy one. Grian felt his wings twitch with concern. What happened? Did Mumbo need his help with something? Was Mumbo crying?

That wouldn’t do. Even as Grian saw Mumbo’s resolve strengthening for whatever task he was setting himself to, he found himself flying down.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Grian reached out gently.

Mumbo froze, staring at his face. He seemed to be looking for something, but Grian couldn’t guess at what it was. “Grian?”

“Yeah, that’s me.”

Mumbo pulled him forward abruptly, hugging him so tightly Grian could feel feathers bending. “Woah, hey, easy on the wings, Mumbo.”

“Sorry.” Mumbo let him go, shaking his head. “You’re unbelievable, you know.”

“What did I do this time?” Grian started to relax, seeing how Mumbo seemed a little more at ease.

“You can’t just send me a message asking if we should start a shop together and then not continue the conversation!”

“Ah.” Grian had done that, hadn’t he. “Oops?”

“You had me very worried for a while there,” Mumbo shook his head again. “But nothing was wrong. Nothing at all! You just went… resource-gathering?” He picked flint out of Grian’s hair. “At least, I hope you were resource-gathering. Suffocating doesn’t sound very pleasant if I’m honest.”

“Ah yes, I went to swim in a gravel pit. Of course I was resource-gathering!”

“Mmm…” Mumbo wrinkled his nose. “You still could’ve told me before you ran off!”

“We need permission to be independent suddenly?” Grian challenged, pleased by the way Mumbo’s face flushed pink.

“Well, that’s not-“

“You were worried about me for no reason. Silly Mumbo.”

“I did wait a few days before investigating! I gave you that much, but since you couldn’t even be bothered to read my message-“

“Wait, you took back the message?” Grian strained his ears. No bell ringing. “You took the minecart?”

“I saw dust on the floor. You clearly weren’t checking your mail.” Mumbo sounded affronted. “What did you expect me to do when you disappeared for a week?”

“It’s been five days.” Grian shook his head. “Right, we’re not done with this conversation yet.”

“Where are you going?”

“To take a nap. I’ve been gathering gravel, stone, sand, amongst other things for the past five days. I’m tired, Mumbo.” Almost without thinking, Grian slipped his hand into Mumbo’s.

Startled, Mumbo followed, clasping Grian’s hand securely in his own. “Did you want me to stay here while you nap?”

Grian stopped. Did he want that? He shrugged. “Well, seeing as you came all this way, it’d be rude to send you home without hashing this out. So, yeah, stay if you want.”

Mumbo squeezed his hand. “I’ll stay if you’d have me.”

Grian briefly realized he’d never grabbed Mumbo’s hand like this before. Completely stationary, he looked down at their hands. Mumbo held his hand like it would slip away if he gripped any looser. Looking at his own dirty hand in Mumbo’s significantly cleaner one, Grian felt a little disoriented.

He was a builder. Mess was constant as he gathered materials and placed and broke blocks. Mumbo built things on occasion, but never to the extent that Grian did. Never to the extent that there was sand under his nails and gravel in his hair. Never to the extent that green stained his fingertips.

No, Mumbo was not a builder. But it didn’t mean that the stains on Mumbo’s hands were any less prominent. Redstone was almost worse than sand with how it stuck everywhere. Mumbo had mentioned once that he was always cleaning it up, just in case he walked too close to one of his machines. It burned the skin when activated.

Grian brushed his thumb against the smooth skin of Mumbo’s hand. Slowly, he looked up at Mumbo. Faintly, he heard Mumbo say something. Grian blinked at him.

Shaking his head yet again, Mumbo squeezed his hand and tugged him away from the doorway. Grian followed, if only to keep Mumbo’s hand securely in his own.

It just felt right.

[homestuckfan2000]

ummmmmm okay. so. mumbo is a phantom hybrid and grian is some sort of seagull but his wings aren’t fully grown cause he hasn’t been to the end (the end activates his watcher powers)

[tiredfoxtf]

Today my brain drew a blank on me, so yeah, I couldn't come up with anything for the prompts, but I don't want to skip the day so here some sillies with the height difference. Just Mumbo being a freaking giant.

[tiredfoxtf]

Grumbo month day 2. First I saw "music" then "alternative universe", then I said "huh, bet".

[tiredfoxtf]

Day 1: Handholding.

Happy grumbo month everybody.

[boxbugdotcom]

shitty late night doodle for grumbo month :)) day four: pranks

[grow-bettah]

Heres some grumbo month for you all, hot n fresh!

secret relationship 💕💕 the goobers

more prompts under the cut!

proposal

long day

portecting eachother! finally got to draw CuteGuy!!! AGH

[grow-bettah]

FFFFINALLY

Day 6 - Grumbot

Day 7 - As kids

I'M SO . EXHAUSTED. but these were sm fun! yiipie!

[boxbugdotcom]

Grumbo month day 2&3 :))

music

and picnic

[grow-bettah]

Day 5: Snow Day! guess the background Hermits :3

[grow-bettah]

day 2 and 3- Music / Hurt/Comfort

I'm so proud of both of these!!! I get sososo happy seeing you guys participate in my silly little event too <33