#implied lumpygrab

[imagine-lumpygrab]

Waiting in a hospital

Lemongrab and Reader meet in the hospital. The Reader is here because of mental issues and this random lemon man offers reassurance. This isn’t shippy or romantic, it’s just me wanting assurance because I’m tired and dealing with a lot of stress right now, so here you go.

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You sigh, gripping onto the armrests tightly in an attempt to not freak out any more than you already have. The people passing by in the Candy Kingdom Hospital don’t notice, but you’re shaking.

It’s okay, you try to tell yourself. It’s okay, you need this, you need to be here, you need to sort this mess out.

It doesn’t work in the slightest. Instead, the self-doubt follows the onset of panic, what’s the point, you don’t need this, you’ll be fine on your own, it’s just mild anxiety, everyone cries themselves to sleep once in a while, right?

Shaking your head, you unclench your fists, trying to catch your breath. No, stop. This is exactly why I’m here.

But your inner stupid gremlin voice immediately counters this. Is it? Or am I just an attention seeker? Maybe I don’t really have problems, maybe I’m just desperate for attention. Maybe I faked it so well I convinced myself. Oh Glob, I’m a horrible person–

“Hello,” someone says suddenly and you jump and yelp, abruptly interrupted from your self-loathing.

Turning your head, you find a familiar face with yellow skin and a pointy nose sitting next to you. You try to stand up so you can greet him properly, but your body betrays you, for whatever reason you’re limp, unable to force yourself to stand up. And geez, you’re shaking even more now. Great.

“ᴳᵒᵒᵈ⁻” Your voice is strained and barely a whisper, so you take a few breaths and try again. Wow that’s not good, at this point you’re probably wasting his time. “Good afternoon, Your Highness,” you nod, greeting the Earl of Lemongrab, who, for whatever reason, is sitting right next to you in a hospital. Why would he be here, of all places? If he was injured he’d go to his own hospital, wouldn’t he?

The earl hums in discontent, fantastic, you piece of garbage, you think to yourself, now you’ve become an annoyance to a royal. What a great first step on curing your depression, if that even is your real problem. But the lemon candy man just says: “I mostly call myself Lemongrab nowadays. Actually all days. I was always Lemongrab in the past, and am also Lemongrab in the present. I am him. Mmmmyes.”

“Oh. Well... sorry, Lemongrab,” you apologize, looking anywhere but at him and sliding lower on your chair, like it could swallow you whole if you tried hard enough.

“Are you okay?”

Your eyes widen at the question. It’s full of genuine concern, something you haven’t encountered in... months? Years? Turning to him, you hesitate on what your answer should be. Do you really want to bother someone like him with your troubles? The Princess always seems really dismissive to small issues unless there’s any real danger to anyone, so who’s to say one of her higher-ranked creations is any more interested in your problems than her herself?

“I... I mean I’m here to see the psychologist but I don’t... well, I think I should be– but, no, I... ugh.” You facepalm and curl into yourself, this is really not your day.

For a minute, there’s no response, and you almost think he might’ve left. For what a loud voice he can have, he’s a master at entering and leaving completely unnoticed.

But, no, he’s still there, because after that one minute you hear him speak up: “Sounds like, mmmm... the voices.”

Raising a brow, you slowly uncover your face. “The voices?”

He nods. “One says lots of bad, nnnnmmm... bad things. Says how horrible you are, a failure, a mistake. And another says... mmmmm... says you’re not anything, and it wants you to be nothing, wannnnts you too... cease your existence. And there are sometimes more, saying other things, and sometimes it’s just one of themmm... Do you have these voices?”

You think about it, and yeah, that all sounds sort of familiar, so slowly, you admit to it. “Yup... sounds about right.”

Lemongrab nods again. “Understandable. Psychologist is a good step, they can teach you not to listen, and mmmm when the voices aren’t listened to, they get, mmmmm... bored. They get bored and leave, and you’ll be better off without them.”

Without meaning to, you breath out the air you’ve been subconsciously holding in your lungs. He sounds like he’s speaking from experience, and you realize he probably is. After all, he used to be two people and his creator slash mother isn’t really all that motherly. “Really?” you ask, and there’s a sliver of hope in your voice.

For the third time, the earl nods. You realize you’ve stopped shaking at some point. It feels like you might start crying, and he hadn’t even done all that much. But in your state, you were grateful for the few words meant to comfort you. “Thank you... so much,” you smile a little, and it probably looks pathetic, but it’s a smile and you hadn’t had an earnest smile on your lips for a while now.

There’s a much less strained smile gracing his features and his eyes, too, he seems really happy to have helped at least a little. “How long will you be waiting?”

You shrug, uncertain. “They told me just five minutes, I came in a second before you did.”

“Okay, well, mmmm... I’ll wait with you,” he says determinedly.

“Why?” The word escapes your mouth before you can stop yourself.

He eyes you with a puzzled look. “Why not?”

“Surely there’s a reason you’re here, and I’m nowhere near important, really–“

“Mmmmmmmmm stop.” He raises a hand and you shut up, hoping you didn’t accidentally make him angry. But he doesn’t seem angry. “That’s stupid. Don’t be stupid. Sitting alone in a hospital is stupid, it’s unacceptable. You’re not in a state where you can sit alone, in a hospital of all places.” After a second, he adds: “Also, my, mmmmmm... mmmmy girlfriend broke her arm trying to steal food from a vending machine, and I’m here to take her home. It mmmmmight take a while so I don’t mind waiting.”

Oh, that’s right, Lemongrab and Lumpy Space Princess are dating. In your opinion, them dating is a perfectly chaotic thing to happen, and what‘s even more fascinating is that they actually seem to have a really healthy relationship. At times you couldn’t help but be jealous of such couples. You’d also like to find someone or something that would make you feel... complete. Hopefully the psychologist would offer some help with that.

A nurse calls out your name. Raising your head, you suddenly feel a wave of anxiety washing over you again, paralyzing you, making you want to turn on your heel and sprint right out of the building. Maybe this was a bad idea after all. You really should go do your chores, yeah, those sound really great right about now–

A finger pokes your cheek. “The voices are the most stupid,” the earl of the lemon people stands up and offers you a hand. “What have they done with their lives anyway, hmmmmmmm?“

Giving a light chuckle, you tentatively accept his hand and with surprising ease he pulls you to your feet. How comes he’s this strong but also this lanky? That’s incredibly unfair. Once you’re both sure you can stand and won’t just collapse, he lets go, and the nurse asks you to follow her. Before you do, you turn to Lemongrab one last time and, since you didn’t properly greet him when you first met, you offered a small bow now that you had the chance. “Thank you so much for your words of reassurance, Your Highness. I’m glad at least someone in the royal family has this much empathy.”

He gives a shrug and a sheepish smirk. “My girlfriend helps. Oh, that reminds me,” he adds, “if you don’t feel good talking to the doctor, holding someone’s hand can help. Or something you like, like a doll... mmmmm or something. Yes.”

“Thank you for the advice.” You want to ask about his voices, do they go away for good? Did his go away already? You hope they did, or that they would with time. He really does deserve to be happy.

And, oh, you realize right then and there. Maybe, if he deserves to be happy... then so do you.

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Fanfic Request!

Request: Lemongrab and Treetrunks bonding :) Word count: 1.6K

Woo! Sorry that it took a while to get to this one! Hope you like it. 

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Normally someone banging on the door meant that the police were trying to pin something on her again, or that Mr Pig had forgotten his keys and really really badly needed to use the bathroom. Very rarely did it mean opening the red door and seeing a huge yellow creature staring down at her unblinkingly. 

Treetrunks took a step back, noticing the prominent scarring across his face and two twiddling hands, and how one of the eyes staring down at her was a slightly different oval shape than the other. When he smiled the left side of his mouth was missing multiple sharp, pointed teeth. “Hellooo little elephant…”

“Golly! The new Lemongrab is awfully bold!” she thought to herself. She hoped he wouldn’t try to force his way in, based on her memory of the last lemongrab that seemed like something he might do. “Can I ask what you’re doing here?” She asked politely. 

“I want you toooo tell me about my predecessor.” he said quietly. 

“Well I only met him once. What do you want to know?”

“He said something rude to you, but I cannot remember what… And so I cannot apologise.”

Treetrunks was surprised. The new Lemongrab is awfully polite. She decided he must take after the second one more. “He called me a servile.” she stated. 

Lemongrab frowned. “I am sorry.”

“And then he called me a slave.” 

“I apologise dearly.” Lemongrab shifted uncomfortably in the doorway from foot to foot and then turned away. “Bye.” 

“Where do you think you’re going?”

He stopped and glanced over his shoulder. “I came tooo atone for my past life’s mistakes, now I shall take my lemon leave.”

Treetrunks frowned at him and whisked her tail from side to side. “You call that atoning?” The new Lemongrab is awfully noncommittal, she thought.

“I… have apologised?” Lemongrab seemed confused. 

“You- or he, or however it works,” Lemongrab shrugged. It seemed he wasn’t sure what to think about it all either- “hurt my feelings! But even though you hurt my feelings I still cooked a pie for you. Now you need to do something for me, mister.”

Treetrunks went back inside and Lemongrab followed her curiously into the kitchen. He hurriedly sat down at the table and took a deep breath to steady himself. Treetrunks had been making pie batter, and the red table had been dusted with clouds of flour. Lemongrab drew a self portrait of himself in the flour residue and then rubbed it out with his sleeve while he waited for Treetrunks to assign him a task. “I help you… and then I will have atoned for my misdeed?” 

Treetrunks had resumed kneading the batter with her stubby front legs. “You can start by picking my apples in the orchard.” 

Lemongrab stood up, bowed to her and went outside into the apple tree grove. He picked one, single apple off a nearby tree and placed it on the table. “I have produced an apple for yoouu!” 

Treetrunks glanced at him standing in her kitchen, looking proud of himself. “Now go and do the rest of them.” 

Lemongrab picked around 10 apples this way- doing each one individually and piling them up in a pyramid shape on the table. 

The new Lemongrab is very methodical. “That’s enough dearie.” 

Lemongrab sat down obediently next to his large apple sculpture and waited, expectantly, for another task. Now that she’d gotten used to him the scarring didn’t bother her as much anymore. Lemongrab idly tapped his fingers on the table the same way Sweet Pea did while he sat and waited, watching her rolling out the batter with curiosity. 

“You can start dicing the apples now.” She passed him a knife and then froze immediately after. A knife! He’d attacked the Ice King the moment he wasn’t useful to him anymore when they’d been trapped in the dungeon, and he’d done all those awful things to his own brother and children. And she’d just handed him a knife! 

Lemongrab didn’t seem to notice her reaction and was unskillfully hacking at the apples. It was clear he’d never chopped food before. The sight of him frowning down at a nicked piece of fruit, not having cut a single slice off it, was so ridiculous she stopped being scared of him. “You’re supposed to do it like this dear-” 

Lemongrab watched her cut an apple and clumsily tried to copy her. She began to worry that he might cut himself accidentally, but Lemongrab dissected the apple successfully. He picked another apple off the pyramid and began to cut it, glancing up at her occasionally. Whenever she looked over at him from where she was preparing the filling with the diced fruit he’d prepared, he looked embarrassed and averted his wide eyes.

“You may as well spit it out.” She said eventually. 

Lemongrab stopped cutting and blurted out. “You are married.”

“Yes?” 

“So… How do yoouu know if… you are in love?” 

Treetrunks looked up at him in surprise. It was the first time she’d seen Lemongrab look embarrassed about anything. “You probably aren’t if you have to ask.” she replied. 

“Oh.” Lemongrab seemed disappointed. “But… hmm…”

“So who is it?” 

Lemongrab’s eyes widened. “None of your business!”

“You brought it up.” 

Lemongrab shrugged and went back to cutting the fruits but he seemed distracted, and Treetrunks was very curious about him all of a sudden. “The new Lemongrab is obviously much more complicated than I thought…” she said to herself. 

“But I guess at the end of the day only you can decide if you’re in love or not. Everyone is different. We’re all like apples and oranges, or however the saying goes.” 

Lemongrab made a hmm noise and tapped his fingers together as he reflected on this. “I do not know myyyy own feelings…” he said eventually, “I care… and I am happy when we are together… But what if I am merelyyy tricking myself and, and I just want to believe that I am capable of loving someone, but in reality I feel nothing. And if I look into my lemon heart-” He made a lemon shape over his chest with his fingers, “-I shall find naught but emptiness.”  

“Lemongrab of course you can feel love.” Treetrunks said sadly. Poor thing. She supposed it made sense, though, she’d been so quick to judge him that she hadn’t really considered how he must feel having survived what he did. Or not survived it- he did die, didn’t he? She was still confused about how candy people worked. But it must be even more confusing to have to deal with those unanswered questions every single day of your life, especially with no more siblings to turn to. Lemongrab was completely alone now.  

Lemongrab seemed unconvinced at her words. “Hm. Debateable. I can only be stable if I am alone.” 

“It’s true that being with other people can be scary and sometimes you might get hurt, but it can be a lot of fun too.” 

“Nyes...” The corner of Lemongrab’s mouth twitched upwards into a smile before he suppressed it. 

“So who’s your sweetheart?” She asked again, feeling nosy. 

Lemongrab got embarrassed again and she realised he was pretty terrible at hiding his feelings for someone who claimed to not have any. “It iiis not like that. Ngh! No! We just hang out sometimes and call each other.” he said quickly. “We are simplyyy… political allies.” 

“If you’re just political allies why don’t you tell me who it is?”

“That is none of your business.” Lemongrab said coldly and then suddenly he realised something and asked; “Treetrunks are you my political ally?”

“What?” she was caught off guard by the question. 

“Are you?”

“I guess not. I’m not a politician.” Lemongrab seemed disappointed by her response. Political ally seemed to have a deeper meaning for him. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t be friends.” 

“Friends scare me. No rules. Strange… unpredictable. I had a friend once, then he ate me.” 

“Lemongrab it doesn’t have to be like that. I’m not gonna eat you. I’m way too tiny for that.”

“Hmm…” He looked like he was considering her offer. “Friendship…” he said it like a foreign word. Treetrunks realised she’d never thought about whether Lemongrab had many friends, if any. All of a sudden she had a mental image of him sitting alone in his castle for days on end and she suddenly felt very sorry for him. 

“We will have too write up an agreement for it.” He said eventually. 

“Or you could just finish helping me with this pie and come visit every now and then.”

“No… rules? No- no procedures? I do not even need tooo show you my passport?”

“Lemongrab did you bring your passport?”

“Of course.” Lemongrab fished his passport out and showed it to her. “Please excuse my unflattering photograph.” 

She pushed it away. 

“Lemongrab: when you’re friends with someone it means you like each other and enjoy spending time together. It’s when you feel… relaxed and like you can be your goshdarn self with somebody. There’s no need for all this hullabaloo about passports and passwhats, you just do whatever feels right. And if that doesn’t go math you say sorry and do something else.”

Lemongrab was still clinging onto his passport. He thought about her words carefully for a moment and they replied slowly; “And theeeese are the rules… of being friends?”

“They’re more like guidelines, but if it helps you can think of them as rules.” 

“I see. Yes. Yes I would like to beeee friends.” Lemongrab smiled, showing the tips of his sharp, fanged teeth but this time it didn’t frighten her. 

“And Lemongrab-”

“Hm?”

“Being in love is like that too. No rules just guidelines.” 

Lemongrab raised his passport to cover his face and she couldn’t help but laugh at him. “Lemongrab seems like a nice boy.” Treetrunks thought. 

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anyway here’s my fankid and a terrible comic about how he came to be alive. His name is Lemon Sherbert and I’ve thought a lot about his lore.

[t4t-lumpygrab]

Lemongrab moments that make me slide to the floor and feel normal: 

-that one scene in Mystery Dungeon where the tentacle monster grabs Lg1 and squeezes him and he screams “Mommy!” in fear. Like... he he cries out for his mother when he’s scared and in pain. How am I supposed to cope this this. 

-Every single. scene with Lemongrab 2 in Too Old. Every single one makes me want to punch a hole in the wall. The scene where they share their food with a lemon child? The scene where they get beaten over the head and no one does anything? Their speech at the end where they beg a literal child to come save them, because they know no one else will after a lifetime of being neglected by everyone around them? I am going to walk directly into the ocean. 

-The entirety of the Mountain. But also the scene with the Pb mirror where Lemongrab reaches for her and says “I desire this as well” after she says she wants to spend time with him? I’m convulsing with agony. 

-Also the bit in the Mountain when Finn reaches Lemongrab and asks if he’s going to join Matthew and Lemongrab says “it is one option. To know the ecstasy of my ego death.” but he sort of smirks as he says it... like he’s not given up yet. Lemongrab if you’re reading this I love you. 

-Lumpygrab kiss scene. I already wrote an entire analysis about this but basically... they really care about each other. Like he’s just so comfortable with her. Like he holds hands with her, and she mimics the way he speaks when she asks him to kiss her to make him feel comfortable. And it’s like oh my god. After a lifetime of being made to feel inferior Lemongrab has someone who makes an effort to understand him and show affection to him in a way that feels good for him, and doesn’t want him to change who he is. And then they spend the rest of the episode joined at the hip and it’s kind of implied that they were ready to die together. I am going to cry forever. Lumpygrab was so so so real okay they slap each other’s bald heads. 

-Also that one scene in the Mountain where Lemongrab was ready to bite off his own leg is so ha ha ha ha you madlad you silly rabbit you. 

[t4t-lumpygrab]

LG3 for tha ask meme??? And mayhaps also UHMMMM fern if u wanna do a 2 in 1 but if just 1 thats fine too uwu

cw erm. self harm, death, body dysphoria and dysmophia and dissociation. Lil bit of autism ableism implied maybe.)

These ending out long so just lg3 today. I love him veryyy much ty for the ask! :oD

-I have many thoughts on trans lg3… I keep meaning to make content for it but it’s like trying to look directly into the sun. Anyway. So you know how Pb makes Goliad to be an heir and makes her with her baby tooth so Goliad will be biologically related to her and have a claim to the throne? This implies that Lg1 and therefore lg3 are also genetically related to Pb. And secondly you know how when Lemongrab is turned into a more preferable version of himself he has pink skin (like pb and goliad) and eyelashes and looks more feminine to the point where people who haven’t seen the show frequently mistake him for a genderbent version? I think that Lemonpink is what Lemongrab was supposed to look like after going through some sort of puberty, which would make pb’s dna in him kick in and take over. Lemonpink is also his deadname yeah. Very very deep in the Charlie self indulgence universe here but I’m free. 

So Lg3 does sometimes break out in pink patches and plucks his eyelashes when they grow back in. Has to take the candy person equivalent of hrt to keep the transformation at bay. Tesugarone… idk. He is on testogel bc I’m on testogel and I said so and it’s my fannon universe I get to make him a trans man. Also he has smaller hands than Finn and anyway. If Lemongrab not trans… why high voice and wider hips than other male characters? Checkmate. Very important hc to me…

-I think lg3 being a reanimated corpse is not something I milk enough. I like to think he has v subtle psychic powers because of his experience with death giving him some supernatural properties. Like it’s nothing noticeable but he has minor prophetic powers and has prophetic dreams about things. He is mildly telekinetic to the point where he sometimes unlocks or locks his door with his mind without realising. I think it would be funny if he did not realise he had supernatural powers, so it’s all dumb inconvenient stuff like that. Even funnier if lumpy people are also mildly telekinetic so LSP also doesn’t realise this Is Not Normal after years of living with him because she assumed everyone can move glasses and paper around and open doors just by thinking about it. Another personal fave I love thinking about and should make more content for. 

-The reanimated corpse thing also very very sad. Like I imagine Lemongrab deals with a lot of guilt and shame around his body belonging to other people, and feeling it’s not quite his. He’s not allowed to like being in it, because he stole it. Struggles a lot with feeling disconnected and deals with intense dissociation on his worst days. I do hc that Lemongrab would self harm at least a little bit, but he’d feel so awful about it because of this. The only thing he has left of them is the body parts they left him, and he hurt them. 

-lemongrab autism. Like in the show this is quite problematic I feel the need to mention so please do engage critically with the series! 

Anyway. I like to think that Lemongrab would get a diagnosis after he sees Doctor Princess or someone for trauma related therapy and she takes one look at him and goes “certified autist.” I like thinking about Lemongrab’s life finally making sense to him, and him realising he was never a failed experiment or had something wrong with him he was just disabled the whole time. 

-lumpygrab <3 yeah. I loveee thinking about Lemongrab’s thoughts and feelings when they would have just started dating. I wish Lemongrab realising there’s someone out there who loves him unconditionally for who he really is was something we got to see unfolding more in the show. Like I imagine Lemongrab struggled with a lot of insecurity and fear and guilt around his romantic feelings. Would go through periods of extreme highs and intense euphoria over being with someone who he likes and who cares about him followed by guilt over how lg2 died before they could experience anything like this, and fear that he’s never been good enough for anyone before, why should this be any different? He does get better as time goes on though :v) I just feel very soft for the period in his life when he first realised he could be loved despite everything.