Hallo grumbo shippers (if any still exist and havent starved-), i am starting to write a Grumbo fanfic! Its Warden!Mumbo as well, so if anyone was looking for something like that uhhhh here you go i guess?? Its very much inspired by bc-jpegs art so thats that and i tried to describe it as best as i could!!
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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
ELLIE HEADCANNONS‧͙⁺˚*・༓☾
Pairing ─ ellie x fem reader
Warnings ─ none
Note ─ she's so fine I can't even
•if you were playing a board game and she lost she is such a sore loser, will argue with whoever won (yes including you)
•she would also throw the board game over 100% probably mumbling how the game was shit anyways after a while
•definitely takes up a lot of space on the bed, arms and legs spread out leaving you like no space until you get fed up and tell her to move over
•probably ends up spooning you
•if you were nervous about doing something she will do it for you if she can, only if you want her to ofc
•if someone interrupts you she'll tell them to stfu because "Hey, she was talking."
•tons of jokes and terrible humour
•you will snort at how terrible they are but love them anyway
•when she gets mad and is unnecessarily mean to you she'll feel bad afterwards and look at you with those doe eyes of hers (omfg😩)
•when you forgive her she'll smirk and quietly say "let me make it up to you," while leaning in
•lord have mercy🛐
•while watching a movie, she loves having an arm wrapped around you
•if chase atlantic existed in her world she would listen to them
•when you're mad at her and shout all of a sudden her face will be surprised like eyebrows raised and slightly blank stare with her eyes widened slightly
•thoughts going through her head like what the fuck did I do
•also kinda thinks you being mad is hot lmfaoo
•"damn woman,"
•she enjoys playing with your hair and staring at you lovingly
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ART TIME pt.2
I’m baaaack with more shitty arttttttt :)
OH MEH GOWD! Whyyyyy is it so bent! My poor Rainwing OC!
My HTTYD OC that I’m currently making a fan-comic about!
I was inspired by dracopidia books for this and the next OC, and have my own headworld about them (maybe more on that later)
This is my other OC, Fredom, i I just have to say that I’ll probably do more on these two girls in the future! I just love them!
Anyways, pls give feedback on my art so I can improve as always, and thank you so much if you enjoy these!
- Autumn
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Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick
Miles Away.
For my Gaz girlies, something a little more upsetting. I struggled a bit, writing about loss is difficult. He’s also not in this a whole lot, like the first 2 paragraphs and the last 3 but oh well.
I will most definitely be writing about him more, I love how kind a gentlemanly he is. I want to cry on this man’s shoulder. 🫡🤍
Let me know how this is, it was very out of my comfort zone.
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Gaz will always be there for you, every step in your life, he’s there. To comfort you when your sad, to cook for you when your sick, and supporting you when you succeed at something new. The hardest part of loving someone who goes away for months at a time is waiting for them to come back, and suffering when they’re gone.
You get the devistating news that your father has passed away at the young age of 68. They say he passed peacefully in his sleep but you’re unsure of how much you believe that. Your father was your only remaining family, your mother passing a few years prior from progressive leukemia. Thankfully when your mother passed Gaz was right there to hold and comfort you in that time of need and sorrow. But this time Gaz is away, a 3 month deployment keeping his countries away from his home, from his lover that desperately needs him.
It doesn’t hit you untill later that week, that your father is really gone, and you need to start preparing for his funeral, the reading of his will, and what you will do with his remaining stuff. It tears through you, the grief and sorrow, you struggle to get out of bed, do laundry, or even wash yourself.
You only spiral further into this feeling of helplessness and darkness after the funeral. You have no concept of how much time it’s been between his passing and now. You lay curled in a mess of sheets, clothes, and blankets when you hear the door to your flat click open. You don’t bother to move or check who it could be, you don’t care anymore.
Then you hear the softness of a familiar voice in the doorway to your shared bedroom “Honey?” It asked gently and all the emotions that swarmed you in the past months come up. You sob, harder then you had before.
“Oh Kyle” You sob, your breath catching in your throat as you choke out words “My father, he’s..” the trail off in your words let’s Gaz know all he needs to, before he’s dropped all of his stuff, putting his own needs asside as he goes to hold you.
“Oh love” He whispers, his arms holding you strong and confident as you sob into his chest “I’m so sorry I wasn’t here” He strokes your hair gently as you continue to cry “I’m here now though, let me help you” He doesn’t judge you for the state you’re in, he just holds you, to comfort you for the time he’s missed.
He will continue to hold you, while you take your first shower in what feels like forever, he will hold you as you finally do laundry. And he will be there untill you feel yourself again. Always supporting you, and loving you. You’re his world, and you always will be.
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