#guzcast

lets wrap it up, its been good.

Hey @guzcast, here's your samurai ice-armor Mega Golisopod!

An exact image of @guzcast​ continuously throwing money at me for commissions like the one for him above!

@gladionandnull @wildfirechild1989 @piemaker93 @guzcast @superfastsquiddle Something I kinda wrote on the fly. Seems like something all the grunts should do!

Guzma and Plumeria belong to the Pokemon Company

Commission for @guzcast !!! 

Will add more as more are released. C: @guzcast

“So I was likes, ‘oh hey! The Sammiches!’ And den boss is likes, ‘WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY BOOTH?!’ “ Lil Grunt was sitting in a circle with each of her eeveelutions, each of them reacting in their own way. A flareon was cleaning its paw. A sylveon was listening intently. A leafeon was playing with one of sylveon’s ribbons. The only exception was an umbreon hiding in a shadowy corner of the room, sleeping peacefully. The flareon paused from licking its paw to stare at Lil. “I know you’ve heard this storys befores, but its my favorites!” She exclaimed. The flareon squeaked in response and resumed its cleaning. “Yoooo, Lil!” Big grunt called out from the other side of the door with a light knock. “Yayuh?” She responded, with an innocent glow in her eyes. “Have you seen Spooky’s eyeliner, by any chance?” “Why would I haves it?” “Just askin’. After this week’s orientation it seems weird.” “Noes, but I’ll keeps a lookouts!” Lil grunt was petting an eevee’s fluffy tail, making it squeal in delight and dance in circles. Big Grunt turned away and continued lumbering down the hall. On the walls were lopsided pictures of framed drawings, art done by none other than by the grunts themselves. Some were cute and innocent, while others were pretty dirty with the words, “choke me daddy”, “break my neck daddy” and various other fetish statements written on them. He smirked and shook his head at the art gallery from Guzma Hell. Upon reaching the end of the hallway, Big turned and scratched his back against the corner, like a bear. “Spooky you dingus,” He said to himself. “All this over eyeliner?” He heard rustling. Pausing in his bear duties, Big looked around the corner to find a peculiar sight: A pikachu doing its makeup in a hand mirror on the couch, using Spooky’s eyeliner. It was doing pretty good, too, considering his stubby little fingers. He seemed so pleased with himself too! Big Grunt smiled to himself. It was adorable at how the Pikachu was taking his time to make his eye makeup just like Spooky’s. “Hey Tesla, whatchu doing?” He asked gently. The pikachu named Tesla looked up, not expecting anyone to find him. He immediately blushed and jumped off the couch to run away. Big Grunt caught him and turned him around to see his cute little face. “Spooky was looking all over for her eyeliner. Didn’t expect you to have it!” Big said with a chuckle. But Tesla looked down, cringing in shame. “Pika...chu.” Big cocked his head. “What’s that?” “Pikachu,” He said again. “You don’t have to feel ashamed. Just ask before using stuff, okay?” He pet the little yellow pokemon with a big but gentle hand, rustling his newly-grown patches of fur from where his previous “trainer” beat him before. Big wanted to beat the everliving shit out of the scum who did that. Suppressing a scowl, Big put Tesla on his shoulders like he always would when hanging out in Spooky’s attic. She would be so happy to see her Tesla trying her makeup. Tesla leaned over and hugged Big Grunt’s neck, excitedly kicking his little feet as they made their way to the attic.