#I LOVE YOU TCDM ANON

[stiffyck]

Currently sobbing over your art

Anyway I used to be really into writing outfit descriptions and we found got Scar’s so -tcdm anon

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“What- hi?? Why are you in my house??” The kid blinked. He was wearing a heavy sweater and pants with a green scarf on, a black bullet proof vest over it. He had ski goggles on his forehead, pushed up to keep the messy brown hair out of his eyes. He was carrying a backpack over one shoulder, bright red and clearly full of something.

Then Mumbo noticed the rifle the kid is carrying. It was at his side, not currently any threat, but very there.

QBCJRJSKAJZ OMG YESSSS

(Also if my art made you sob then it's doing its job ajdjfjsjaj)

[stiffyck]

found another fluffy long bit :> -tcdm anon

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“Scar?” Mumbo smiled, “do you want me to cut your hair?”

“My hair?” Scar asked and raised his hands to  run through his hair, as if only now realising how long it had gotten. “Oh.”

Mumbo smiled, “it rained last night. We can get some water to wash it out first before we cut it.”

Scar smiled a bit and nodded.

“Close your eyes.” Mumbo said as he dumped water over Scar’s head, gently running his fingers through his hair. Scar shivered as the lukewarm water splashed on his face. “Sorry, kid.” Mumbo winced a bit. 

“‘s okay.” Scar murmured back. He hadn’t washed his hair in… who knows how long. He always grabbed a knife and cut out any tangles or cut it down when it got too long. But now he had his brother, who was gently washing his hair for him. 

“Oh- are you okay? Did soap get in your eyes?” Mumbo asked

What? It took Scar a moment to realise the wet feeling on his face was tears, not the soapy rainwater. 

“Y-yeah. I’m ok-kay.” Scar said, only minorly hating how his voice broke from emotion. Then he whispered “thank you.” quietly, you would have lost it if any noise was being made other than the wind and the distant groans of zombies.

“Of course.” His older brother smiled softly and continued to comb out Scar’s hair with his fingers. 

Scar smiled. “Okay, I'm ready.”

Mumbo nodded and took the newly sharpened pair of scissors to the back of Scar’s head. A moment later, Scar heard quiet snipping and felt hair falling onto his shoulders. He shivered a bit when the cold metal pressed too close to his neck, but overall it was simply a.. strange experience. Scar couldn’t remember the last time someone had done this for him.

“There we go. How do you feel?”

Scar moved to look at Mumbo and wOah his head felt lighter- “that’s so weird..” he muttered to himself, tilting his head back and forth to try and get used to the difference.

Mumbo chuckled a bit and ruffled Scar’s (now much shorter) hair. He grabbed an iron plate they hadn’t put up yet and held it so Scar could see his reflection.  Scar nearly cried again. He looked like himself.

AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!! THIS IS SO GOOD. OHMY GODDDD

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH SJNDDJEBSKQ

[stiffyck]

LONG BIT and I couldn’t find the middle part of him learning skhskshs

I hyperfixed really hard on card games (esp blackjack for some reason) so that’s prob where this came from lol -tcdm anon

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“I’m bored.” Scar groaned, “If I have to play go-fish one more time I might scream.”

“Well, I can teach you something else?” Mumbo suggested, “I’m a bit rusty but I know other card games.”

“Like what?”

“It’s been forever, but I’m pretty sure I know blackjack!”

“Blackjack? What’s that?” Scar sat up a bit more.

Mumbo grabbed the blood stained pack of cards they had found. “So the goal of the game is to get as close to 21 as possible. We’ll be playing simple so we’re only going to do ‘hit’ and ‘stand’.”

Scar looked up at him. “You forgot the other terms?”

“I forgot the other words.” He nodded. “So I’m going to give you a card. What is it?”

“Eight.”

“Alright. So I have a card too. If you think you have closer to 21 than me, you say ‘stand’. If you want another card, you say ‘hit’.”

“Hit.” Scar said confidently.

(Lost this bit :< screaming crying)

Scar cheered.

Mumbo laughed and pushed over his ration pack. “Good job, kid!”

“Thank you!” Scar giggled, adding the package to his growing pile of food. “Maybe we bet on something else though?”

“Hmmm.. are you scared you’re gonna lose it all?” Mumbo teased

“Wh- No!” The kid spluttered, “No, I am very confident and the bestest blackjack player left alive!”

“It might be only us left alive.”

“Still better than you!” He stuck out his tongue. “Look at how good i’m doing!”

“Am I letting you win?” Mumbo hummed.

“How DARE you!” He gasped dramatically, “this is entirely my talent!”

“Wait till I teach you poker.”

“This was a stupid idea.” Mumbo muttered to himself as Scar won another pack of food. “Of course he’s winning.”

“Hm?”

“Nothing, don’t worry.” Mumbo smiled, “I bet when you’re older, you’ll have the best poker face. You’ll be the best businessman ever!”

“But why do I need to lie if I'm going to be a business person?” Scar tilted his head, “that doesn’t seem very nice.”

“Companies aren’t nice.” Mumbo shrugged, “but capitalism seems to work where I’m from.”

Scar got a far-away look in his eyes. “Capitalism…” he whispered to himself, nodding a bit.

SCAR BECOMES A CAPITALIST BECAUSE OF MUMBO CONFIRMED

I LOVE THESE SNIPPETS SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA-

[stiffyck]

Good news! I found a couple short bits and a longer one!! So I’m gonna send the short ones first (sorry for spamming!!) -tcdm anon

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Mumbo ripped open a food pack and handed it to Scar.

“Oh, ew.” He made a face and pushed it away, “mushrooms.”

“It’s the apocalypse.” Mumbo deadpanned, “unless you have an allergy, you’re gonna eat whatever we have.”

“I do! I have a terrible allergy to mushrooms, I will keel over and perish if I touch one.” Scar pouted, “they’re disgusting and gross and they smell weird.”

Mumbo raised an eyebrow.

“If I grow up I am going to remove all mushrooms ever.” Scar grumbled

“When.”

“Hm?”

“When you grow up.” Mumbo said seriously. “You’ll make it out of here. We’ll make it out.”

"When you grow up." AAAAAAAAH OH MY GODDDD YES PLEASE I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

[stiffyck]

another (smaller) snippet! -tcdm anon

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“Can you use a gun?” The kid asked.

“No, sorry.” Mumbo shook his head. “I’m not very good at long distance fights.”

“Oh, that’s okay!” He smiled at him, “I can do the shooting! So do you usually use a knife? Or like a bat?”

“Oh- end crystals.”

The kid blinked. “What’s an end crystal??”

OOOH YEA YEA I LOVE THIS. SHORT BUT GREAT. AS ALWAYS

[stiffyck]

I don’t know why it takes so much effort to find these things grrr -tcdm anon

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“So.. the stars..?”

“Oh, shut up.” Scar shoved Mumbo, “you worship the moon.”

“That I do!” He chuckled, “We could make a new religion together! The Mooners and… what are people who worship The Watchers called?”

“Watchlings?”

“Yeah.” Mumbo nodded.

Scar smiled at his older brother. The Audience cooed at this strange man, he was only trying his best! He was simply-

Scar snorted a bit when one audience member called Mumbo a ‘wet cat’. Scar had never owned a cat (he barely remembered what a cat was!) but.. yeah, he could see it.

“Who needs a fancy religion? We got each other.” Scar leaned on Mumbo’s shoulder as they stared up at the night sky. “We’re family.”

Mumbo smiled so wide in the moonlight Scar could’ve sworn he was glowing.

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I assume this is pre-jellie

THE AUDIENCE????? HELLO?????

I am loving these omg

[stiffyck]

This is the start of his cannabalism arc /hj -tcdm anon

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“Spit that out!”

Scar held his mouth closed tightly and shook his head.

“Scar!” Mumbo yelled, “that is not safe to eat!”

Scar spit out the rotten flesh. “This is so unfair! Why do you get to eat it but I can’t?”

“Because I need to eat that stuff, Scar!”

“I only want to be like you…” he made puppydog eyes at Mumbo, “my cool, strong, older brother who I love dearly.”

Mumbo sighed. “Scar-”

“Who also has a wonderful mustache, may I say.”

“......” the man groaned, “fine. If we find some non-rotten flesh, you can have some. I don’t want you to get sick.”

Scar cheered.

ANXNFJDOW THE CANNIBALISM ARC HAS STARTED YESSSSS

[stiffyck]

Last one I could find today! Wish the entire thing saved but aaaaaaa -tcdm anon

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“Why- why are you here?”

“What do you mean?” Mumbo looked up from where he was polishing his bike to get the zombie blood off.

“Why are you still here?” Scar’s voice was quiet, broken. “You clearly have someone else- came from somewhere better-” his eyes started to fill with tears, “so why do you stay?”

“Why do I- Scar, do you hear yourself?” Mumbo asked, disbelieving, “I stay because I care about you! And of course I don’t have anywhere else to go, have you seen the state of things?” He gestured out the window

“You care more about your bike than you do me.” Scar said quietly.

Mumbo took a sharp inhale. “..... no..?”

“You do! I'm so easily replaceable! Even- even if there’s no other survivors, even if we’re the only two humans on the entire planet.. I don’t want to live to survive.”

“Scar.” He kneeled down to the teen’s level, “can you look at me?”

Scar didn’t turn his head to look.

“Please.” Mumbo pleaded, “My brother. You don’t have to believe me. You don’t even have to trust me- moon above, I certainly wouldn't trust a stranger like me. But I only want you to give me a chance, okay?” He reached out- not touching Scar, hand hovering an inch or two from his arm- “Let me show you that I’ll stay.”

“You can’t promise that...” Scar murmured.

“I swear on the stars and the moon and whatever else you need me to.” Mumbo said seriously, his eyes reflecting some of the yellow swirling moonlight. “I will never leave you if I can help it. We are family now, and I don’t leave my family behind.”

AND THEN HE FUCKING LEAVES (INVOLUNTARILY BUT STIL)

OH MY GOD YOU ARE FUCKING KILLING ME WITH THESE I LOVE THIS SM IM GONNA PASS AWAY

[stiffyck]

Vex scar real -tcdm anon

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“And then there’s something called ‘phantoms’.” Mumbo grimaced, “they attack you if you stay up for more than three nights in a row.”

“Weird. Why?” Scar asked. The Audience chuckled nervously.

“No clue. They showed up one day and they’re the bane of my existence.” Mumbo sighed. “On a different note, there’s something called an ‘evoker’. They can do magic and summon little guys called ‘vex’.”

The Audience squealed and began chattering about vex. Scar smiled a bit, vex sounded fun!

“What do vex do?”

“Attack. When an evoker summons a vex, the vex goes after whoever they are set on. They go through walls and have tiny swords and they kill you.”

Scar smiled. “I want to see a vex!”

“I’m sure you would.”

SCAR WOULD LOVE TO SEE A VEX-

Im so normal about this i swear-

[stiffyck]

Is there a tcdm au tag? I'd love to write smth for you (and the anon, obviously) once I get a break from schoolwork (I'm dropping onto tumblr for a little bit bc writing essays sucks, dw I have an alarm set), but I've missed quite a few posts, it'd be helpful to have a tag so I can go back and look at everything.

(there may already be an existing tag for that, in which case just tell me what it is I guess? I swear, I can't find it if it's a thing, I've been looking)

Most posts about that au are tagged with tcd mumbo but there not might be everything!

[stiffyck]

Tcdm anon I am going FERAL over this akhakshs

SAME. TO THE TCDM ANON: I LOVE YOU

[stiffyck]

Btw I wanted to say thanks for liking my stupid ideas, I’m not the mos proud of them so it feels good when pepl like them! (Sorry if this sounds weird but yea)

- tcdm anon

I FREAKING LOVE YOUR IDEAS. YOU BRAIN IS GENIUS. I WANNA STUDY IT. HAND IT OVER