He didn’t feel himself listing forward until Mumbo caught him, wrapping his arms around him with a slightly bewildered noise.
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He didn’t feel himself listing forward until Mumbo caught him, wrapping his arms around him with a slightly bewildered noise.
I saw you're taking rarepair requests and I saw you've already drawn Mumbo so hi hello I'm here with my favourite underrated ship, Mumbo and BigB :3
"Hey, have you heard?"
"About the rumour?"
"Apparently there is someone whose name starts with B and he always lurks in the forest nearby"
"Creepy.. Didn't people also said he had more than one eyes whenever there is shadows on him?"
"Did he? I only knew about the boy who's always with him"
"Who?"
"A man always went to the forests. Some rumoured that he is friends with the guy. Some said he is there to hunt him"
"Didn't they say he fell in love with him?"
"Maybe.. Nobody knows truly"
more redcreak?? on THE redcreak user's page??
Mumbo x BigB sickfic, aka my immune system is having a party and this is how I'm dealing with it. Come and read it if you want! This one is from BigB's pov :D
“It’s no trouble,” Mumbo reassured him. Then, more softly through the phone speaker: “I’m worried about you. I’d like to take care of you.”
Redcreak fic?? In MY good AO3??
It's more likely than you think. That's right, I wrote a flower shop au!! It's 100% propaganda for my rarepair and you should read it so I can convert you :D
It wasn’t Gem at the door, though. It was a customer—a frantic-looking man around his age, with dark skin and woolly hair—bursting through the door. The fluffy, blue jumper he wore told Mumbo the morning chill hadn’t eased off yet. He was panting heavily, having clearly just been running, but his eyes locked onto Mumbo’s with a startling intensity. “Hey, plant guy. What kind of flowers would you get for a dog’s birthday party?”