Hombre de Fuego

[Indie, Selective Grillby RP/Ask blog from Undertale! Please read Rules and Bio before interacting! Penned by Raiyn] [M!A: None]

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[Indie Multimuse/Multifandom RP blog mainly housing muses of Overwatch, Pokemon, Rune Factory, and much more!] [Loved By Raiyn]

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So to try and keep things together, and apologies for not being around, Grillby here is moving onto my multimuse @itsraiyninmuses!!

Grillby will be there from now on and this blog will be kinda archived.

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happy January 1st, you’ve been japed first

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Things were starting to go too far...

After learning the truth from Verdana about the Jurati family, and what truly was going on in the background, he just couldn’t stand it anymore. He just couldn’t stand by while the entire family that had taken him in, practically treated him like family, be slaughtered.

Grillby had to do something about it.

Thanks to Lost and the new armor that he wore under his clothes, he was capable of combat once more. His smoldering eyes gazed upon the large sword mounted on the wall of the establishment, his weapon...during the War.

Was he ready to use it once more? Could he after so long? Slowly, he approached the blade and stared about it, tossing thoughts back and forth on how he shouldn’t fight again. No, he wanted to, to protect what he considered his family. So, lifting his hands up, he carefully took the blade down and held the hilt. Like it was only yesterday...

Grillby knew one thing, with him jumping into the fray. Verdana...he wouldn’t want him to fight, neither would Maria..or even Rony. She was still in his mind, in his worries, even if her and the boys were safe.

With the blade in hand and, now even going to get his old armor, he was going to jump into this head on.

No stopping a firestorm..

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@skelehomie || x

It was true, this gift was completely out of the norm for the Fire Elemental. He would normally bring over a feast for the little family and they’d enjoy it together. But this? He actually got some advice from Amos and well...here they are now, with a ring that had a fire ruby embedded on top.

Goddesses above, he was a nervous wreck and honestly thought that Rony didn’t like the gift, or the implication of it just wasn’t right. Maybe he shouldn’t of looked at that specific catalog their son handed to him for gift ideas. But it felt right. At least, to Grillby it did. Should he have done what he’d seen many monsters do and knelt down while giving her the gift? Or could he say what it truly meant? For a monster of few words, he struggled to speak.

‘...I uhhh...know this is sudden..b..but...’

He was barely struggling to keep his composure while actually speaking, the bright blue slowly starting to cover almost his entire face and flames. C’mon Grillby, you can do it.

‘Rony...¿quieres casarte conmigo?’

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voidedfate:

Snort

‘....What’s so funny?’

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‘.......’

‘....I need to get the boys and Rony something for the holidays...’

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Late posting but this is for @thefirekeepcr one of the many entered my giveaway a while back. I think this is the best Grillby I’ve colored with copics! Thank  goodness the scan came out great!!

Artwork may only be used by @thefirekeepcr

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Reblog if:

No matter how debonair, charming, or stoic they may seem - your Muse must have walked into a wall or door at least once in their life.

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“Such a shame.”

“I love you.”

“Go to bed.”

“I missed you.”

“Don’t say that.”

“You’ll be back.”

“Oh my god.”

“Oh, shut up!”

“No I won’t!”

“Beg for mercy.”

“Don’t touch that!”

“Let’s go home.”

“I hate you.”

“You did what?”

“Just a taste.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Are you alright?”

“You’re my everything.”

“Are you finished?”

“Hold your fire!”

“You’re a coward.”

“No better time.”

“It’s a beauty.”

“Don’t drink that!”

“You’re so stupid!”

“Are you crazy?”

“Put it down!”

“Use your imagination!”

“I can’t go.”

“I’ll kill you!”

“Give it up!”

“Watch your step.”

“Let me die.”

“Want a sip?”

“Want a bite?”

“I smell something.”

“Are you happy?”

“Look at that!”

“Hold the door!”

“God damn it.”

“Say no more.”

“I’m not mad!”

“Is that smoke?”

“That’s not fair!”

“I’m not crying.”

“You did what?!”

“I did it!”

“Just take it.”

“Come on in.”

“That’s not good.”

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What if your bar was in Hotland instead of Snowdin?

‘…I probably wouldn’t get as much business as I do now. I would be more comfortable there, that is true, but Hotland doesn’t have the homey feeling that Snowdin has.’

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Send me ‘What If’ scenarios for my muse to answer.

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Fleur notices the change in language, and just smiles. "Sí. Esto es bueno con mí. Gracias, señor." He pauses for a moment again. "¿Tú eres amigo de papá's?"

Good, he understood him. As much as he adored his native language, he’d grown used to speaking in common, or well…elemental. Hardly anyone understood that.

‘Yes, I am friends with him. I have been for a long time.’ He nodded and extended a hand out towards the boy, to lead him along to a seat so he could cook some food for him. ‘He is a dear friend to me.’

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"Tengo un poco de hambre, pero no tiene que hacerme nada, señor." He rocks on his feet a bit, as if he can't keep still for very long. Perhaps that's true. Even as an adult he couldn't seem to stay still unless he had something to do to keep him there. He absently rubs one of his dirt covered hands against his cheek. Making him look more dirty. "¿Seguro que no estás ocupada?"

Grillby wouldn’t consider himself a clean freak in the diner but….hnnnnng. Damn him and his deterrence away from water! He’ll have to let Lost know to remedy this!

‘I do not mind…’ Time to switch back to the common tongue, for now anyways. He wasn’t sure if the boy would understand.

‘Does some fries sound good? I can cook whatever you like.’

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"Sí, recibiendo flores para papá." Darkness is bad, scary. They have to fight that. Flowers are bright and shiny and pretty, they'll fight the dark when he's not there! He'll protect his dad! He's strong, and brave, and nice. He'll fight the dark to protect his dad! He's scared of the dark too but that's okay. "¿Necesitas ayuda mientras estoy aquí?"

Ah, Lost. That explains everything.

It brought a smile upon his features to see this little child gathering flowers to try and help the Pirate. Knowing him like he does, his dear friend appreciated each and every single one. Fleur is such a good child.

‘¿Ayuda? Solo…alguna compañía estaría bien. ¿Tienes hambre?‘

Don’t think he’s gonna leave that out Fleur. You’re getting something to eat and maybe to clean up a bit too.

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There's a very long and almost uncomfortable stare from the boy. And then he blinks, smiles sheepishly. "Lo siento, lo olvidé. Elemental de fuego." He takes his flower back and kinda tucks it in his sleeve. He's absolutely the dirtiest smol. "¿Como estás?"

He keeps silent for a moment with that rather uncomfortable stare at him, the flames upon his head shrinking down. Did he know who he was? Well, other than being a fire elemental.

‘Sucede a menudo, no te preocupes.‘ Hm? Grillby debated the question while the child placed the flower into his sleeve, and now he’s getting a better look at him. Boy, if Lost saw how dirty the smol was…heh, he’d be in for it.

‘…Muy bien, en su mayor parte. Parece que has estado ocupado recogiendo flores.‘

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"Sí, ¿verdad?" Is that an excited bouncing child, yup. You complimented a thing he likes, now he won't stop bugging you about it. "¿Tu quiero un flores?" Holds out a small white flower.

Fleur was being rather cute right now, so much so that he wanted to scoop the child up in a hug and protect him from everyone around them. Unfortunately, when he held out the white flower, he paused, brows furrowing in a frown barely visible.

He took only a moment to gaze at his hands which, if he were to hold onto the flower, it would burn. But how to tell a child that?

‘Yo…no podría hacerlo. No quiero quemarlo por accidente.’