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pearlescent-poppies · 1 month ago

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Hello!

And welcome to Day 2!!!!

Forgot to put this here yesterday but there is a playlist for the fics of this event! So you can enjoy some carefully selected songs while you read!

To preface today’s, I know I said they’d get more Christmasy as time goes on, but this is the only exception!

Anyways, pretty short message from me today! But I hope everyone enjoys (and please once again leave your thoughts with me here or on AO3):

Day 2: QPR Mumscarian, Gift Exchange

For: @starrysilv3rse

I hope you love this Silver! They’re so silly!!!!

(Fic under the cut)

Scar hums along to the Christmasy vinyl record he has playing as he stirs the pot of homemade hot chocolate on the stove. It’s Christmas Eve, and with the big celebration the hermits do every year, Mumbo, Grian, and himself have taken to celebrating a little early. Just for the three of them.

They throw on Scar’s collection of Christmas records, don their best ugly sweaters, and enjoy the company of their partners. It’s perfect and so predictable after all the years they’ve done it that it just feels all the more special. Though- he does have a bit of a surprise this time around.

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“Scar~” Grian calls in a sing-song as he enters the train. Wings folding against his back gracefully and into a heart shape.

“Gri!” The taller exclaims, signature grin growing brighter, “How was the flight? And come in here so I can kiss you,” he chuckles.

With his own set of laughs, the avian rounds the corner and happily bounds over to Scar. He has to pause for a moment to take in the sight, the elf has always been pretty to Grian, it’s just a fact of life, but especially like this. Wearing a tacky sweater, long hair tied back into a bun with pieces left to frame his face, and his cane in hand. Sue the guy, he may be aroace but both of his partners are ridiculously attractive, he still has standards thank you. “How have the preparations been coming along? Not overworking yourself are you?” He teases.

“Oh, not anymore than usual,” Scar turns to wink. The blonde is sent into a fit of adoring giggles and he finally closes the distance to peck Scar’s lips, having to use his wings to get him a little air since his partner isn’t expecting it.

“Well hello there,” the elf says in response and pushes the pot of hot chocolate off the burner to avoid scorching. With that properly taken care of, he wraps his free arm around Grian and leans down for a more proper kiss, though not a lingering one.

“Hello Scar,” he greets in return, relaxing into the arm around his waist, “Missed you.”

“I missed you too, your stuff is all looking amayzin’ though this season!”

Grian scoffs playfully, “Says you Mr. Biome-Maker! Absolute madman. Thank you though.”

Just as they’re about to continue talking, a half crashing sound rattles through the caboose and Grian and Scar share a look. Well that could only mean one thing.

Sure enough, in comes their third. Mumbo has a Santa hat on his head and a sweater that looks like a suit. “Ack! I’m so sorry I’m late! I’m so sorry I’m late. Oh goodness, oh gosh, this is just pants,” he continues to stumble through his words.

“Mumbo! Slow down! You aren’t late, I quite literally just got here too,” Grian laughs.

“Oh! Well that’s good! Hello,” he greets after processing the avian’s words.

“Hi Mumbo,” Scar rolls his eyes fondly and lets Grian to press a kiss to Mumbo’s cheek.

Mumbo coughs violently at the action and shouts, “SCAR!”

The elf snickers, “Mumbo we’ve all been together for almost 7 years now, you should be used to a cheek kiss.”

“W-well- well-” he stutters, trying to come up with a justification. As Scar walks back into the kitchen to serve the hot chocolate and sugar cookies he’d made, Grian presses a kiss to Mumbo’s other cheek.

“You’re silly. How are you? Haven’t seen you much since Wild Life?” He questions and takes Mumbo’s hand, guiding them to sit on one of the couches.

“Good! I’ve been very good!” He says with a smile, “I’ve missed you and Scar like crazy though, honestly it’s rubbish we haven’t been spending much time together.”

“Agreed,” he sighs and melts into his partner’s side and cuddles up to him. When he looks up at Mumbo’s face, he’s wearing a slight pout, and it’s cuter than it has any right to be. He then has a moment of realisation and sits up with a groan, “We gotta put our presents under the tree,” he nods towards the aforementioned decoration.

“Nooo, but I’m comfortable,” his pout deepens playfully and he pulls Grian back against him when he’s about to stand up.

“But Muuumboo,” he huffs back and drawls with a smile visible in every inch of his face.

The vampire just laughs and kisses his cheek, “Hi Grian.”

He softens, “Hi Mumbo.” The avian wraps his wings around the two of them and lets them both indulge in the cuddles for a moment before he speaks again, “No but seriously, the walk isn’t far and Scar is gonna be in here any minute now. You don’t wanna ruin tradition, do you?” He jokes with a raised eyebrow. When Mumbo shakes his head, Grian says, “That’s what I thought.”

Really Mumbo was just being dramatic, it was about a three minute ordeal and suddenly they were back on the couch and cuddling again. The vampire even presses a kiss to Grian’s nose.

It had taken him a long time to feel comfortable just giving out affection like that, but now he does so easily. Or well- as easy as it gets with Mumbo. He still blushes every time without fail. His partners wouldn’t have him any other way though.

Soon, like Grian had said, Scar is joining them. He places a tray of cookies and three mugs on the coffee table, then joins the cuddle pile.

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It’s a few hours later when they actually start their gift exchange, having taken the time to just catch up and laugh and simply enjoy being together like this.

Though they do get to the merrymaking: everyone has three gifts (a limit had to be put in place after they were opening gifts for what felt like hours on season 8) from each person. They have an order too, Scar, then Mumbo, then Grian. Not for any particular reason, that’s just how it’s always shaken out.

By the end, Scar has gotten a new set of paints and paint brushes, earrings and matching hair clips, an orchid (yes, a real one), a fancy watch, a snow globe with the Scarland castle in it (that brought tears), a 3d model of his train, and finally, a new Jellie plush, this time wearing his BAM outfit (Grian always gives him one as a seventh gift, no matter how many times he swears up and down it’ll be the last year).

Mumbo is given a new toolset he’d been eyeing, a new Polaroid camera, a tie blind box (it ends up being printed with cacti which sends Grian and Scar into a fit of giggles), a fidget ring set, a Grumbot alarm clock (which he loves more than anything, it’s his son, and!!!! It was programmed by Grian which got lots of love and praise), and some framed photos of the three of them to decorate Mumbo’s home in his base (which was accompanied by lots of praise for his builds this season).

Finally, Grian, had been gifted a new microphone (he’d been mentioning Ariana Griande needing to return for awhile), a set of charcoals for his drawings, a box set of his favourite fantasy book series, a couple new sets of chains for his glasses, his own mini Grumbot, figures of all of his snails, and in a play by Scar to turn the bit back at Grian, a parrot plush wearing his Bad Boy outfit (he’d complained, but he loves it with all his heart).

Now that they were sufficiently teared up and laughed out, Grian and Mumbo expected to go back to their cuddling, maybe turn off the vinyl still playing and turn on a film. But- Scar had other plans.

“Mumbo? Grian?” Scar spoke softly, fidgeting with his hands.

“Hm? What is it?” Grian asks with a birdlike tilt of his head, his little head wings following the motion, with one extending out.

“I uh, have one more present for you both. Or well- I guess it’s not really a present so to speak. Just something if you want it and,” He continues to ramble, only stopping when he’s cut off by Mumbo.

“Scar, buddy, deep breaths. You’re okay,” he assures gently, in a way it only seems he’s able to do with his partners.

“Yeah, yeah okay,” the elf murmurs and takes a couple deep breaths. Once he’s recovered, a shy smile and a pink blush covers his face, “You know I love you both so much. These last years with you guys have been the best of my life,” Grian catches on, and reaches for Mumbo’s hand, eyes wide as he listens, “I know we aren’t a romantic couple, and this is kinda one of those romantic couple things, but-,” he stands, fumbling with two things in his pockets before he gets to one knee and opens two, black velvet ring boxes, “We’ve never really cared about what others think of us, and I know I want to spend the rest of my life by your sides. All that said,” he takes a deep breath as a tear slides down his face, “Will you both marry me?”

Grian is the first to react; as he covers his mouth with his free hand and looks away, wings fluttering with the force of trying to keep himself from either dying with laughter, or crying his eyes out, maybe both. “I was gonna propose on new years,” he admits tenderly.

Scar’s jaw falls open, “No! No you weren’t,” he giggles, tears falling properly now.

This is when Mumbo finally recovers from his blue screen moment. He practically squawks at both declarations, “No way, there’s no way! Oh goodness, oh gosh! You two- I- I was planning for Valentine's Day! No, there's no way!” He repeats.

His own cheeks are bright red and he’s got this over dramatic look of flustered shock on his face. It’s more endearing than words can describe and so very Mumbo. It also serves to make both of the man’s partners pepper his face in kisses to turn him into an even bigger mess. Though Scar still stays where he is, on one knee for the loves of his life. Maybe they aren’t romantic. But love has many meanings, it is different for everyone. For them, it’s this blurred in between place of not completely platonic, not completely romantic. Something indescribable, but a collection of all of their beautiful shared feelings for each other. So Scar asks again, “Well I guess I beat you both to it! So, is that a yes?”

“Yes!” They both shout at the same time. They share a look between the three of them and start laughing again. It’s the best thing to do together after all.

After a round of teary giggles and kisses, Scar gets to slide the rings he’d chosen on his fiancé’s fingers.

The rings are the exact same, though in different metal colours. Dainty bands, with a little red ruby heart. Grian’s in gold, and Mumbo’s silver.

“It’s beautiful Scar, I love it,” Grian smiles and pulls him in for another quick cheek kiss.

Mumbo echoes his stuttered agreement, “Gosh, Scar, I mean- wow, I mean- you’re perfect- IT’S perfect, but you are too of course, and I- gosh I love you. Both of you” Scar leans in after the jumble of words to give Mumbo a couple of bunny kisses before finally settling on the couch with the both of them again.

Now it’s finally time to wind down. They pop How The Grinch Stole Christmas on the television with Frosty The Snowman, and Rudolph on deck to watch next. They eat more cookies, drink more cocoa and simply enjoy the rest of their Christmas Eve.

Brought together and relishing in this next step of their lives. It’s a moment they’ll take with them for the rest of time, basking in the knowledge that the best gifts in the world are the one’s sitting right next to them.

#Briar’s 12 Days Of Christmas #hermitcraft #mcyt #fan fiction #hermitshipblr #hermitshipping #hermitcraft season 10 #mumscarian #qpr mumscarian #grian #grian mc #goodtimeswithscar #mumbo jumbo

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chobblesomewrites · 4 months ago

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Grumbo // Fluff, Not RPF, HaTO!AU, Mumscarian hinted, Hermitshipping

"I liked it when you still wore your glasses."

Grian blinked out of his focused trance to slowly turn to look at Mumbo watching him at the side, his cheek rested against his hand as he looked at him with a distant and dopey look.

The child of Hermes had half the mind to embarrassed about being stared at so intensely, the rest of the half spent amused, "I didn't drag you here to be judged about my appearances, you know," he pretended to scoff like he took offense to Mumbo's words.

Mumbo frowned and shook his head sheepishly, "I don't mean it in a bad way. I- I still think you look great," he admitted, "Besides, I have nothing else to do, but look at you when I'm supposedly here to provide emotional support while you shovel some horse poo."

Grian frowned at the reminder of his current predicament, "I mean, you could help?"

"I only agreed to give my presence for sanity support, not at the expense of losing my own, " The son of Hephaestus shuddered disgustedly at the thought of even getting near, "Besides, it's your punishment."

The blonde glared at his best friend like a traitor, angrily going back to cleaning the stables, "For someone who's here to save my sanity, you're not doing your job well."

"Let's say I lied in whatever resume I had for this job then. What do you even want me to do?"

"Just talk to me. What's with you and my glasses?"

Mumbo didn't respond immediately that time, causing Grian to look up to see his focused yet embarrassed face as the mustached teen seemed to struggle on how to formulate his words.

The child of Hermes frowned at him, "Is it really that much of a problem?"

"No, no- Gosh, no. Just give me a moment! You of all people should know how difficult it is to communicate your honest thoughts, you know," Mumbo excused with a red face.

"It's just about my appearance? Is it such a serious situation?"

Grian leaned over the nearby water trough and anxiously looked at his own reflection. Sure, he always claims how good looking he is, but it's not like he means it. He's not that narcissistic, but he's sure that he has enough dignity to at least know he's not that ugly.

...Does he actually look that bad?

When he noticed the shorter teen looking a little conscious, Mumbo waved his hands to get his attention back to him as he panicked to explain himself, "I already said it's not bad! You look great! Wonderful, even! The fairest of them all!"

Grian blushed and pretended to look disgusted to cover up his embarrassing reactions to the compliments, "Okay then, Mirror Mirror In the Stables- If I'm so wonderful, what's with the claim about liking me with glasses?"

They stared each other down intensely before Grian added with a mutter, "...Is that your ty--"

"Oh, shut up," Mumbo scoffed, rubbing his red cheeks awkwardly, "I just think it's a shame that you hide your eyes behind your goggles so often now."

"You used to be so expressive back then," he added with a longing pout.

Grian furrowed his eyebrows. He doesn't hide that often, does he? He can't help it either when his vision is dependent on his goggles more especially when he lazily gave up on replacing lost glasses as a frequent sky traveller.

Ah, but remembering the times he'd usually wear them around Scar because he gets affected by his unwarranted pick up lines here and there.... Well, is it his problem that Scar has such a smooth tongue?

He then glared at Mumbo. He's not helping out with his situation either. Mumbo Dumbo.

"I feel safer with them on. Physically and Mentally. Is it such a problem?" Grian crossed his arms and mirrored Mumbo's pout, causing the latter to grin in mild amusement.

"Not a problem at all, but I really would prefer if you looked at me the same way you did back then."

Grian sorted through his memories, "Back then?"

Mumbo shrugged and rested his head on his arms, avoiding Grian's eyes, "Like, uhm- with the.. big eyes, and stuff. They were... e-easier to see with your, uh, glasses than your goggles."

A beat of silence before he then added, "It was cute! I would've thought you absolutely abhorred me back then if it weren't for you staring at me like a bird who found something shiny!"

Grian's face flushed red and he was about to defend himself if it weren't for the other's additional comment, "Also, you squint your eyes and scrunch up your face when you don't wear your goggles, you look like a blind old man--"

Mumbo cut himself off with a squeak as Grian suddenly threw dirt at this direction with his shovel as a warning, "Shut up!"

"You asked about it!" Mumbo defended before backing off even more when dirt was thrown at his direction again, causing him to pout.

Grian was struggling between getting flustered over being called cute and getting pissed over being compared to an old man. He turned his back on Mumbo and grumbled under his breath.

Mumbo sighed exasperatedly in response to his childish reaction, "Wear your glasses more, G."

"Is that out of concern for my vision or do you just like the feeling of being stared at?"

Mumbo chuckled awkwardly, "Let's go with the fact that I want to see your face more?"

#Hermits and The Olympians #grumbo #hermitshipping #waffle duo

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chillychive · 2 years ago

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Having so much brain rot abt teacher Mumscarian so I’m gonna throw it at you lovely citizens of the inter webs:

- Grian is the part time art teacher who subs a lot at the school.

- Mumbo is the tech teacher who everyone is a little afraid of before they get to know him and realize he’s just a tall, intimidating goofball.

- Scar is an architect who is known for 2 things: Amazing architecture and his cat who he manages to mention in every single conversation regardless of topic. You could be talking to him about geothermal heating and he’d find a way to work in Jellie in something that made complete sense in the moment but was utterly bewildering upon reflection.

I accidentally wrote a fic, so here you go!:

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Grian sighed, heading to the main office to check his mailbox after a long day. He passed his sister, Pearl’s desk, on the way and paused.

It was utterly wrecked, piles and piles of papers decorating it. She was so stressed out at dinner last night…

He sat down. She could owe him for this one. He sorted through the papers, finishing the easy ones and making neat piles of the rest.

It was nearly 9 now, he was going to be late for dinner, but he knew Mumbo was finishing up some work- a student had wrecked their project in the rain by accident so he was painstakingly assembling a replica for them so they didn’t fail the class- so he wouldn’t be home for a while, either.

Mumbo’s love for his students was a big part of what Grian loved about him- it was hardly the first time Mumbo had gone far, far out of his way to help one of them- once he actually drove all the way to a student’s house to talk them through a project that would make or break their grade after they called him crying.

Partially to distract himself and partially to annoy Mumbo, Grian pressed the button on the intercom. Everyone would be out of the building by now, so he wasn’t worried about annoying anyone.

“Main office to Mumbo Jumbo, how are you, dearest?”

It only took a couple seconds for Mumbo’s reply. “Grian?! How-�� Grian could hear Mumbo’s smile in his voice, “You almost made me drop the whole project! I’d have to start from scratch!”

Grian laughed. “Sorry…”

“No you’re not.”

“Nope!” Grian grinned into the mic, squinting at the page in front of him. “Did you go to the assembly today?”

“Yep… had to go to the first one and the third.”

“The presenter was so hot.”

Mumbo laughed. “Seriously, the man was way too attractive for his own good.”

“And his cat was the cutest.”

“No, the cutest was how much he loved her.”

Grian grinned. “Okay, you’ve got me there. And his eyes, too.”

“What about them? I wasn’t close enough to see.”

“They were like this really vibrant shade of green- I’ve literally never seen someone with that color eyes before- and it perfectly complemented his suit too- I wondered about the maroon until I saw his eyes…”

Grian slowed his ramble, and Mumbo clearly noticed but didn’t say anything.

“Anyway, yeah, he was so hot.”

Mumbo laughed. “I’m nearly done here, but I have a lot of clean up to do, so I’m gonna go for a bit.”

“Okay! I’m just tidying in the office, so I’ll be here when you’re done.”

“Love you, Gri.” Mumbo said over the intercom, and Grian grinned, turning it off with a quick “Love you too.”

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Grian had finished cleaning Pearl’s desk and had moved on to his own papers when he was interrupted by the door opening.

“Ready to head home, babe?” He asked, not looking up.

Someone cleared their throat. “Sorry, just wanted to let you know I’m leaving…”

Well that definitely wasn’t Mumbo. Grian looked up.

“Oh.” His face was definitely burning. “I- sorry, can I help you?”

The man in front of him- a taller guy in a wheelchair, wearing a maroon suit with a cat snuggled into his lap. Grian drew his eyes up to his face, which was currently doing it’s best to color match the suit, to meet those startling green eyes.

“I’m Scar.” The man offered, rolling toward the desk. “Do I need to sign anything or can I just go?”

Scar’s voice was smooth, but his red face betrayed how flustered he was.

“Nope!” Grian squeaked.

“Hear that, Jellie? Time to go.”

Grian watched Scar’s rapidly retreating chair, cursing his bravery for what he was about to do. “Wait! There is something I need you to sign.”

Scar’s head turned quickly. In moments, he was in front of the desk again. Grian shoved the paper he had just written at him.

Scar read it, eyebrows raised. “This is a… non-disclosure agreement?”

“So you don’t tell everyone about what you overheard.” Grian explained, blushing.

Scar’s face stretched into a classic salesman smile. “Oh, but what if I want to tell someone?” He rolled closer. “I can think of a few things I’d like to say.”

Grian, stupidly, raised his chin at this. “Oh yeah?”

“How about, ‘Are you single?’” Scar asked, equally confident.

Grian frowned, pretending to ponder the question. He leaned forward, face inches from Scar’s. “I suppose that wouldn’t be a breach of contract…”

“Perfect.” Scar breathed. Grian started to lean in. Scar sat back in his chair, teasingly. “And what about the other fine fellow on the line? Would it be imprudent to ask about him as well?”

“Oh, not at all!” Grian grinned, sitting back in his seat. “In fact, I could call him right now, see if he has any objections to our little contract.”

“I think that would be quite appropriate.”

Grian turned on the intercom. “Mumbo Jumbo to the main office?” He turned it off again, leaving no room for Mumbo to protest.

“And now, would it be a breach of contract to suggest, say, dinner?” Scar asked, eyes gleaming.

“Actually, Mumbo and I are going for dinner soon… any objections to Thai?”

“That sounds amay-zing!”

It was that moment that Mumbo walked into the main office, tugging a backpack on wheels behind him. Mumbo stopped in the doorway seeing Scar. Behind Scar’s back, he mouthed to Grian “He’s been here the whole time?!”

“Ready to go?” Grian replied, standing and gathering his things. “We have a date.”

“Sorry, what?”

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#after this they all went to go get dinner and then got together for real and then got married yadda yadda #also jimmy was in the school the entire time finishing up some stuff in PE and he heard the entire thing #he hasn’t been able to look at any of them normally since #mumscarian #teacher au #hermitcraft #hermitshipping #Characters not ccs #not rpf #mumbo jumbo #teacher mumbo jumbo #grian #teacher grian #goodtimeswithscar #gtws jellie #architect gtws #architect Goodtimeswithscar #mumbo and grian are NOT immune to the good times #misuse of intercoms

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2uhhyatko2 · 8 months ago

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I did itttttt guys I did itttt(see alt text for explanation to each image)

8 pages of sweet and sour scarian+mumscarian

I’m not letting this au die off btw, just don’t have time to do much

Also I’ll give this au a name “super bakery”, just to not to loose it. Basically we have a bakery and we have super-hero+star. Easy and simple.

Some cute details from here:

SOS code for scarian is CG (cute guy)

Grian has charms of heart must ache and sparkle

Yes from their interview and confession passed several years because we love slow burns and I love friends to lovers. So yeah I think that scarian became a thing few months after getting this work and finding out about each other, then around 1-1.5 year from interview mark Ari assasination happened and here we are.

(As mumscarian) mumbo around 29, grian 26 and scar 31.

Mumbo was a social loser and got this bakery on parents’ money and his hard introverted work. Basically if he wouldn’t meet scarian then he would stay alone and sad for quiiiiite a whileeee

(Nsfw)Scar was 😀surprised😀 by how easy grian ate that bread as grian always acted like his mouth is “too small for you”. I love the “holy unholy” phrase x)

About first few images: guys I am sorry and I know that this au would’ve been just alright without this part. I think that at that time I was like researching some sa stuff for my classes and this idea just naturally came along, I didn’t leave it out only because I already drew and colored it+there were several cute scenes (and scar’s power) that I didn’t want to leave out but they required context

Flower ranchers are coming!! I have some ideas for them!!

@braxiatel muah thank you again for creating this au

#hermitcraft #hermitshipping #hermitcraft fanart #hermitshipblr #grumbo #scarian #grian x mumbo x scar #mumscarian #ariana griande fanart #super bakery au

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mochiwrites · 4 months ago

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hello hello, mochi!

god its been forever since i plagued your inbox with my chattering, but i hope you wouldn't mind a question?

you see, im hoping to start my first Big Fanfic Project with a properly fleshed out AU and all that, but i find myself getting super overwhelmed by the Amount of Stuff im thinking that i want to fit in! I want to have a general outline (maybe with acts, like you do!), but i also have no idea how to go about doing That D:

do you have any tips for organizing your storyline/plots? for pacing? or maybe some sneak peeks into how you do it? i only ask because the night life au is literally like a proper book series and im in Awe at how you keep track of everything and execute it so well!

no pressure to answer, of course! you could just totally ignore this if you wanted lolol

hihi!! I don't mind at all!! :D I'm sorry I couldn't get to this sooner <///3 (school has been kicking my butt </3)

so the first thing I'd probably suggest is writing everything down. it doesn't matter if it's a word, a single sentence, a whole paragraph. if you have ideas, get them down on paper--whether that be a physical piece of paper, a document, or a note in your phone, even if the ideas are something that happens a long time down the road of the story

the way that I'd go about doing an outline is taking it one chunk at a time, especially if you break up into acts. you've already got your ideas that you want to fit in written down, now the next step is figuring out the order or where everything goes. you don't necessarily have to know what goes into what arc or act, but as long as you have a general idea of the order of events that take place, it makes planning a lot easier

it's also really good to have a goal for each arc, I'll use night life as an example for that :D

arc one of night life is my introductory arc. I'm introducing the reader to this mythical world that exists alongside humanity, so I need to introduce the basic concepts (i.e. what kind of creatures exist, how magic works, what their way of life looks like). you don't need to introduce every concept at once, or go out of your way to tell the reader everything immediately. just slowly introduce what you think is relevant or important for the reader to know early on

arc two I have a focus on scar's character and building his relationship with grian and mumbo, while working up to his big betrayal at the end. aaaand of course arc three I'm focusing on the murders once more, while fixing up mumscarian's relationship again JFDHGJHGF

I've mentioned it before, but a really helpful tool for organizing notes is a program called obsidian :D it's free to use, and it's kept me. so organized with night life LMAO. for example, regarding arc one, my notes ended up looking like this:

the important thing with big, fleshed out aus, is breaking them into smaller chunks and doing things one at a time. I've got a lot that goes down in arc 3, but it's easier to look at the next three fics rather than the next seven, y'know? if you take it into smaller pieces, it's a lot less overwhelming than looking at the whole thing

as for pacing.... it's a little tricky, because everyone feels pacing a different way. for myself, I try to think about my plot beats as if the story was an episodic tv series. if I can make my pacing align with the pacing of a show, it's normally pretty good for me. but that might not work for everyone fjghfjhgfj the best piece of advice I can give for pacing is: write it out, and see how it feels while you're writing. that's kind of the only way you'll know if your pacing feels weird

it's one of those difficult ones because you can get a pretty vague idea of what the pacing looks like, but you won't know 100% until you're in the middle of writing

it's totally okay to not have everything figured out at once, or to have some missing details. you can fill those in later (and sometimes they naturally fill themselves in as you're writing!)

also !!!! because I'm a very big believer of this, and have done this multiple times with night life: if you've got a multichapter fic that has some chapters posted, and the story isn't feeling right to you anymore, or you don't like the direction it's going? it's okay to delete it and try again

I think a lot of people have this general belief in fandom that once you post a fic that's the only shot you get at it, but that's not true !! if you're two chapters into a five chapter fic, and you're writing chapter three and you realize the idea needs to be looked at again, or changed entirely, do it. that's okay. especially when working on a big, long running project like that

which leads me to, your outline is not a contract !!! the story will grow and change organically as you write more of it, and that’s alright! use the outline as a guide, not a permanent fixture. you can change your outline up as you go along :D

if you have any more questions, please feel free to ask !!! I’m more than happy to help and break down my process—especially if there’s any specific part of it that you want to ask about :D

#mochi speaks #mochi advice

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stiffyck · 1 year ago

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Alright, out of the 112 fics tagged for GTWS and Sickfic, heres what i managed to find that was specifically centered on Scar being sick. I cannot say if you would like them or if they are "good", but they are what I found. Also I haven't added any smuts cause i reckon thats not what you're looking for.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46238455

"To Cradle You In Loving Arms"

By Turn_the_friggin_frogs_gay

1k words

Mumscarian

Domestic fluff mostly, not much focus on the sick part.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44062089/chapters/110788323

"Midnight Flux"

By Atherixx

44k words, 13 chapters

Mumscarian

I didn't read far into this so I can't attest for if it's good, but it does seem to be sick scar centric.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45820540

"a little bit of tender mercy"

By annzorua

700 words

Mumscarian

Nothing much to say, short thing about him overworking.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45272764/chapters/113896099

"Insufficient Answers"

By JaySpace

5.1k words, 2 chapters (unfinished)

Grian & Scar

Its creature grian, with a sick human scar. they kinda split screentime here? its weird. scar doesn't show up until the end of the first chapter as well.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43133595/chapters/108401691

"Nes's Hermit's One-Shot Collection"

By Anurapoda

18.7k words, but only chapter 5 is the sickfic

Mumscarian

Its a nice one.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44928697

"Sick Day"

By La_Creatura

1.1k words

Grian/Scar, Tubbo

This is one of those "desertduo is DSMP!Tubbo's fathers" fics, and its a high pain day one.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44851192

"the consequences of a cold"

By captain_autumn

2.6k words

Grian, Scar, Xisuma

I'll be honest, im skimming these to make sure they aren't just 100% grian. I mean grian usually plays a big role here but ya know.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44444863

"Bedridden (Maybe Isn't The Worst Position To Be In)"

By dead_in_a_damn_ditch

2.8k words

Mumscarian

why are most of these mumscarian 💀

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44462113

"whispering love"

By i_was_an_island

5k words

Grian/Scar, Botem

Ear infections...... i understand the pain. i think i read this one a while back too.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44450335

"The Flat On Angel Court"

By ToxicPlanet

1k words

Grian/Scar

2001 is so specific for a setting.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42243636

"Leaves"

By slimymoth

1.1k words

Scar & Cub

ITS CUBFAN FOR ONCE YIPPEE!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34604473

"i too, deserve to feel loved"

By anonymous

581 words

Grian & Scar

Magic mountain your beloved

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34377754

"It started with a sleepless night with the tycoon"

By Niceyy

1.4k words

Grian & Scar

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28574331

"Things didn't go according to plan"

By goosebxrry

1.2k words

Grian/Scar

this is a good sickfic, actually focuses on the sick part.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52294270

"Wilting Sunflowers"

By toblossom

1.9k words

Grian, Scar, and Cleo

Cannibalism! not between these three tho, its SL.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51516205/chapters/130198714

"Like the bird who cannot fly, you will be fine"

By Koip

1.1k words

Mumbo/Scar

define SH warning on this one, but its a one time thing im p sure.

And, as far as I can see, thats all of them. We need to campaign for this istg. But other than that. Be the change you want to see ig.

o7 Stiff, i hope you start feeling better soon bossman

TY SO MUCH OH MY GOD.

I'll go through these a bit later but thank youuuu very much appreciated <3333

#stiff talk #asks #fic recs

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numbuh-7-knd · 1 year ago

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Inspired by this post, where I was trying to come up with non-whump/angsty scenarios for

Character A holds Character B in their arms while kicking open a door.

Which quickly turned into Desert Duo/Mumscarian fluff which then transitioned into general hermitshipping fluff. feel free to elaborate on any of this if you feel like it, I'm probably not going to do much more than maybe upload this to AO3 as is.

Scar grabbing Grian (or Mumbo, or both) to watch disney movies. they're hanging out at Scarland and Scar talks about something he's building in Scarland and how it was inspired by such and such movie (maybe it's something for the adventure area of the park, inspired by a disney attraction that was inspired by Peter Pan) and Grian says he's never seen that one.

Scar gasps dramatically, before picking Grian up and flying to the Scarland Theatre, slamming the door open only to remember that it's only a facade, probably flying into something, rushes to the castle, he doesn't have a bedroom or sitting area, and then rushing them to Grian's base looking for a spot to watch a movie, only Grian doesn't have one either, rushes to Mumbo's.

He startles Mumbo, and Either Mumbo's vault is good enough for movie watching or they involve the rest of the hermits until they find a sufficiently comfy place for movie watching, all the while refusing to put Grian down.

Maybe for added hilarity he hands Grian to mumbo for a bit so he can get Jelly or snacks, or both.

Mumbo going along with it and Grian complaining about it while not actually fighting them on it, like my cat does when I hold her sometimes and she wants to pretend she's not a cuddle bug and verbally complains the whole time while snuggling and staying put in my arms even though we both know if she really wanted to get down she'd jump out of my arms or bite and scratch me.

Scar claiming it's "soulmate privilege" when Grian complains, and Mumbo jumping on that claiming "Soul Sharing" privilage. The other hermits jump on that with those amounts them with soulmates (the ones who participated in double life) joining with their soulmates while the ones who's soulmates aren't hermits complain and those without soulmates pout about it, until someone agrees to be "honorary soulmates" with them. Grian and Scar agree that Mumbo's a part of their soulmate trio no questions asked. Cleo offers to be Joe's honorary soulmate, saying that what's one more when she already has Scott, and Joe accepts but also wants Ollie as an honorary soulmate.

Impulse and Bdubs hang out, making Etho jealous, while Tango longs for Jimmy and Zedaph feels left out. Maybe Skizz can be his honorary soulmate.

Etho misses Joel at least a little bit, but he also does not like seeing Bdubs cuddling with Impulse. Does he wish he was cuddling with Bdubs instead? Yes No, he's just... bothered by them cuddling, for some reason. It's weird! double life was months ago now! they've completed a whole 'nother season of the life series and started another one! and besides look at Zed! look how sad he is! *Camera panes to Zed, busy trying to complete Zedvancements* Impulse and Tango should be doing stuff with him not worrying about something as silly as soulmates!

Gem offers to be Pearl's "honorary soulmate" since Scott didn't want her.

Maybe BigB visits for Ren, or maybe Ren spends it with Doc, who has to be talked out of having the entire Sci-craft server over.

The Hermits end up arranging a big sleepover/movie night to invite their various soulmates or soulmate adjacent people over to the server to hang out. They build a "drive in" movie theatre in the shopping district.

halfway through the "movie night" they have to move indoors because the area wasn't spawn proofed enough. They end up in someone's base or shop with lots of pillows and blankets on the floor. maybe they go to scar's bed shop, or they make a pillow fort in the iBuy lobby.

#hermitcraft #hermit shipping #trafficshipping #desert duo #double life #mumscarian #goodtimeswithscar #Grian #Mumbo Jumbo #trafficblr #my writing

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peskyvinot · 2 months ago

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sometimes I think about how random and thus insanely cool our fav duo/trios formed. like

scar/grian/mumbo. you can't even really pinpoint the moment they became The trio. the mumscarian agenda. mumbo just picked up that random fresh-out-of-problematic-highschool-series creatieve mode Player out of NOWHERE and became besties with him, later seeing him join hermitcraft and change the server forever

scar and grian had almost no interactions up to the build off in s6. then the magic of s7 happened. newfound besties.

then s8 happened and well. found family doesn't spare Anyone. and it's like- sure scar and grian got closer in s9 when mumbo wasn't that active but then the reunion happened (that one mumbo video. OHHH that one mumbo video) where you don't even QUESTION that yes. they are THE trio of best buds

but then we dig deeper. rendoc???? (btw yes um using ship names as a placeholder) been on the same server for YEARS had some chemistry chemistry s5 and that one hippie/area77 storyline but then almost out of nowhere BOOM the most iconic duo of s8 and onwards. like. I'm not stupid it's all in the behind the scenes and becoming friends that lead to such iconic videos BUT LIKE.

can I talk about ethubs. I'll admit I didn't watch mindcrack in full I have no idea what went down there but every time I Watch early mindcrack/ooge/etc clips I'm like "OK this shouldn't have worked. but why it do. WHY IT DO"

xb and keralis. if they were separate content creators that never interacted you would never in a billion years guess they would click. but knowing what we do in that universe of ours, I will argue they're one of the most iconic duos.

impulse gem and pearl. the soup group. once again the s9 magic happened. it was an rng roll that put those 3 together in the first episode. and it worked SO WELL and I STILL can't really put into words why

giggs. I don't think anyone would ever argue with me abiut how iconic they are. but thinking about how I remember the first ever gigs streams before they even adopted the fandom "gigs" name. I kid you not grian&scar interacted with skizz like thrice before that. and yet they clicked INSTANTLY. I think it's the power of getting to know "new" people (I would argue even grimpulse didn't Know each other that well before phasmo. I know. the 4 pre-s9 gripulse enjoyers put down your forks) with your besties by your side. imp&skizz and desert duo get bonded over the horror game yeah tell THAT to a pre gigs fan. and YET. (also the way gem is so awesome she fit RIGHT IN. ANF I WOYLD ARGUE BY PURE CHANCE TOO. she was one of those "teaching _how to play phasmo" one off guests. but she was so awesome she stayed)

jimmy and tango. it is truly a mystery to me specifically. the only thing I woyld say was the string connecting them before dl was the silliness meter. period. but then again 2 different worlds that collided so hard the universe exploded. if the plate up streams have a say in this

boat boys. when the first dl episodes came out I didn't even Regester their duo (maybe it was because I didn't really watxh etho and deffenetely haven't watched joel before that). now tell me why their soulmate pair is THE most iconic duo for me in dl huh. and how smoothly it went on. etho and Joel. THINK ABOUT BOAT BOYS PRE DL. YEAH? YEAH. NEVER IN A BILLION YEARS WOULD I THINK. double life literally changed this fandom forever

honorable mentions: cleo and scar (+ bdubs) I can't recall a Single interaction of them pre s9 and pre limited life clockers. but BOY am I glad we have them now.

skizz and tango specifically in the whole zits polucule (/j). those 2 in particular are the funniest duo to ever duo. and s10 stapled and glued and sawn this into truition. also once again shout out to the plate up streams

P.E.T CREW??? I swear I remember the season 10 start and them basing together and starting the mail service like it was YESTERDAY. the decked out royalty my beloved. I love you. I love you.

scar and bdubs. the vibes are immaculate. can't for the life of my imagaine beau-era bdubs and scar from-this-point-in-timeline in the same voice call. their s9 & s10 thou is smth akin to magic

like ik in the bigger picture is not surprising. buy I still. I still like to think about it

#this post was born because the mumscarian reunion came up in my fyp while i was drunk scrolling tiktok. yes i am drunk #yes the hermitcraft brainrot is more intoxicating then the gin im sippin on #idk if this post makes sense to anyone else but ive veeb swirling thosu thoughts for somw times now in my head and in there it all adds up #hermitcraft #will i regret maintagging when i sober up at the dentist's tmrw orr #oh btw yeah theyre killin the nerve tmrw at the dentists as 8 am. im not scared #vinotalks

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gr1an · 11 months ago

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i think i got possessed by mumscarian for a sec so here’s the fic that my brain spat out:

“Are You Sure?” - 1.5k words

Mumbo and Grian have always been close; they've known each other for years, even before he joined the Hermitcraft server. Grian talks to Mumbo about anything, and Mumbo replies and laughs at Grian’s antics, never failing to be amused be Grian’s most recent plot. He can almost predict the next thing Grian will set his mind on and obsess over for however long it lasts. Which is why Mumbo knows Grian has a crush the second it happens. He hears the way Grian talks about Scar, sees how his eyes light up and how he can't stop laughing and fondly mocking him, the way he’s literally dedicated lives to him, and he fights down the jealous, possessive feeling in his chest and tells himself to let Grian be happy. This isn’t like other obsessions. Honestly, seeing Grian the way Grian acts around Scar makes Mumbo happier than anything else he could think of. And Grian is still here with him, so he knows that when Grian finally gets over the stupid reasons he makes up to stop himself from telling Scar, Mumbo won’t be pushed aside. he’ll still have Grian, and that makes the possessive bundle in his chest loosen.

Scar and Grian haven't known each other for as long, but Scar knows that he can read Grian very well. He can read most people well, but he’s got more practice with Grian than most others. He wouldn’t have survived the desert for as long as he did if he didn’t know exactly what Grian was thinking at any given time. One of them had to hold the reigns on Grian’s bloodlust. He knows the way his wings flap when he’s thinking about a problem he doesn’t immediately have an answer to, not frustrated but not content either. The way his voice changes when he’s tired but unwilling to stop building or planning. The difference between his shouts of fear, amusement, and anger. So when he sees the way that Grian acts when Mumbo hangs around for their build sessions, asserting himself and trying to get Mumbo’s attention, hyper and saying stupid stuff on purpose to try and rile Mumbo up; he realizes that Grian is being annoying in the exact way that he knows will make Mumbo laugh the hardest, and Scar catches on immediately. They do this song and dance in every conversation, they both know the other is flirting. His eyes widen minutely at this realization, and he subtly takes a step back, focusing more on gathering materials for his build than what they are saying, letting them have more privacy. It wasn't fair for him to ask them to tell him about their relationship, he'd let them tell him when they were ready, no matter his own feelings.

Grian is stuck. He’s pretty sure that both of the people he has a crush on think that he only likes the other person. And he doesn't know how to get it though their thick skulls that he likes them both. He doesn’t even know if they'd be comfortable with him dating both of them, but he really doesn't want to choose, knowing that a relationship with only one of them would just lead to hurt feelings all around. So he plots.

Scar and Mumbo have rarely interacted one on one with each other before, there was usually Grian or another Hermit or other friend there with them. So when one day it's just the three of them hanging out and Grian gets a message from Joel to go help trap someone’s base, they’re left a bit like fish out of water. Mumbo and Scar are told to stay behind by Grian rolling his eyes and fondly declaring them, “Both absolute pants at traps, and would be more of a hindrance than a help.”

After Grian leaves, Mumbo tries breaking the ice by saying, "Grian’s traps also have a history of being terrible. I think he’s overestimating how well this is going to go for them."

Scar’s laugh in response makes him smile, especially when he replies, "Man, I think the only redstone he knows is explosives."

But his eyes widen and his smile drops when Scar adds, "It’s a bit strange, you’d think that with you two being in a relationship, Grian might have gotten something from all your abilities!"

Mumbo clears his throat and lets out a small exhale, almost a laugh, "What? Relationship? What are you on about?"

"Oh shoot, I forgot that you guys haven't told me yet, I’m sorry for talking about it but I sort of figured out that you two were dating like a month ago, sorry, but don't worry about me! I’m happy for you guys! You two are really cute, it’s actually kind of gross how adorable you are,” Scar responds quickly.

"But... we aren't?" Mumbo says, trying not to revel in the warm feeling he gets at the thought of Grian and him dating, especially because Scar is the one that thinks they are, instead replying, "I’m pretty sure he has a thing for you!"

"He what?!"

"Oh my god, don't tell me you don't know! He talks about you like you are the most annoying person in the world, which in Grian speak is his favorite person, the person who makes him laugh the most. He’s completely gone for you!"

"But what about you two? You’ve known each other since forever, and he always wants your attention when you two are together, no matter who else is there! And he acts specifically dumb around you to make you do things for him! Like the redstone thing from earlier!"

"He does the same to you too, you know! Do you think the man who literally refuses to build the back of his own houses would keep joining you again and again on adventures that result in him shouting at you if he didn’t think being with you was the best?"

Their argument continues like this for some time, both completely sure that the other is the object of Grian’s affections, before being interrupted by the sight of Grian coming back from Joel’s place, clothes mildly singed and looking freshly respawned.

As soon as Grian is within hearing distance, he shouts and says, "Hey guys! That went absolutely terribly!"

"Grian!" Mumbo and Scar say at the same time.

"What is your game here? I’m convinced you’re completely infatuated with everything Scar does but he seems completely oblivious!" Mumbo shouts, far beyond the point of having any sense of volume control.

"Aren’t you and Mumbo a thing?” Scar folds his arms in front of himself, “Because I think he's lying to me.”

Grian blinks at them once, and starts cackling uncontrollably.

"Grian! This is serious!" Mumbo says, but he starts laughing too.

“I can’t believe he’s laughing at us when we are asking him such an important question!” Scar smiles as he talks, faux offended.

Grian just keeps laughing, falling to the ground with how much his giggles are consuming him, "I can’t believe,” he gasps in a breath, “That all it took was for me to leave you two alone for an hour to solve this problem!”

“Grian, we’re still completely lost here! I don’t even actually know why I’m laughing!” Mumbo laughs, starting to shed tears from how infectious Grian’s laughter is.

Scar rolls his eyes at Mumbo and shares a look with Grian, ready to be proven right about them at the very least having a mutual crush on each other, but as soon as he reads Grian’s face, his own face drops, floored by what he sees. “No, really?”

“Oh thank god one of you caught on. Mumbo. You absolute spoon. I love both of you. I just wasn’t sure how to tell you. I still don’t know if you guys are cool with me, y’know, liking both of you.”

“You. Um. Me too?” Mumbo takes a second, freezing in place as he visibly processes what Grian has just said. “…Are you sure?”

Both Grian and Scar burst out in laughter, and Mumbo’s face gets redder than his tie as he realizes what he just said.

“Nonono not like that! I meant are you sure you like me too? I mean, with Scar it’s more obvious than the bloody sun rising, of course you like him. He’s funny and incredibly hot and amazingly charismatic and I’m just. Not those things?”

“Thank you for the compliments Mumbo, I’m flattered! But you’re joking, right? You’re the man who has a whole world full of his experiments, physical proof of your amayzin’ brain, and you’re smart enough to be able to explain it all to people! And don’t pretend like you wear that suit for any other reason than it makes you look four times hotter than normal. You work hard and you slowly start to shed the layers, it’s hard to look away! Even I know what I’m doing when I put on my Hotguy outfit. Of course Grian likes you.”

“If you two don’t stop complimenting each other, I might start to get the wrong idea about who’s crushing on who, boys,” Grian smiles and leans back on his hands as they both flush with embarrassment. “Oh my god this is going to be so much fun. You two are completely useless. Kiss me or I’m gonna start laughing again.”

#hermitshipping #mumscarian #.txt #hermitfic #pls leave feedback or comments bc i have read this like 23 times and i keep changing things and idk if i’m making this better or worse atp

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rosenbergamot · 10 months ago

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if you could understand me (CH.1)

Grian's voice is soft and inquisitive when he speaks. “Now, what’s this about? What’s wrong all of a sudden?” He likes when his voice gets like this, when he talks to Scar like he’s a human despite not knowing he can understand every word he says, when he treats their one-sided conversations as actual conversations, even if the language isn't there. ‘My best friend left me’, he says. ‘He’s trying to find our family. Or get rich. I don’t know, whichever comes first, I guess. And you and Mumbo are my only friends. But I can't talk to you! And I did it to myself! It's all just so...' He forgets the word for ‘annoying’ in dolphin, so he trails off. ‘Annoying’ isn’t even the right word. It hurts. It's killing him. There’s no language that can convey that. or: Scar is a mermaid. Scar has been left behind by all of his friends. Scar is lonely. That is, until he meets two humans on the beach, and decides that playing a little joke on them would be fun. So, Scar pretends he doesn't know their language. As a bit. A little prank. But Scar doesn't expect to like them so much, and once he realizes it, he's too far in to go back.

Here's the first chapter for the day 1 prompt for Mumscarian week (pranks). I'm so excited to share this with yall! First chapter is under the read more, and there is a link attached so you can read it on ao3 as well <3 MWAH

Read the first chapter on ao3 HERE !! Or read the first chapter below the cut!! OR BOTH ^^

The humans don’t know he speaks their language.

Scar doesn’t blame them, because, well... he isn’t exactly advertising it. The moment they come onto his beach with all their silly instruments and metal things and glass tubes, scooping out water and picking up fish and inspecting clams, writing it all down on some strange flimsy pads, that's when Scar knows he has to mess with them. They're just too easy, what with their silly little faces and their "aha's" and "oho's"!

Life’s been boring (re: depressing) ever since Cub moved south. In the brief few words they exchanged before he left Scar all alone, he said it would be easier to start an industry where there were more mermaids and less humans. He said it would be better for them, for both of them, if they were to just pack up and leave, go somewhere where it's not just the two of them, where Cub can use his brain and Scar can use his charisma, and the two of them can flourish. But Scar doesn’t want an industry! He really just wants to spend his time sinking ships, breaking pieces off of said sunken ships, and creating statues. Gem used to help him with that, finding sport in crashing ships and ripping them apart with her claws. Pearl would help him get the humans to shore. Cub would sigh at them, but help them lug the materials back to their cave.

(Cub had also mentioned Gem and Pearl, as hushed as it was-- as if he was afraid to say their names after all this time, after they left with no trace. He had a theory that they went somewhere warmer, somewhere more familiar, somewhere that was easier. Scar didn’t know what to say to that. So he didn’t say anything.)

That was a long time ago, though…

The first time he meets the humans it’s windy on the surface.

He lays and watches the water. The way it’s ruffled by the wind reminds him of when he and Cub would wait for boats to pass (boats , a word he learned when he was younger and more daring, peeking his head up by the docks to listen to fisherman as they talked deep into the night) so that they could chase the waves they created; man-made waves, different from the way the water breathes on its own.

It’s times like these when he wishes that Cub had stuck around. The sea snakes are only so interesting gliding across the sand until he gets bored and starts to fling them out of the water for amusement-- which apparently they don’t enjoy! And, jeez, apparently everyone’s a critic nowadays, can't handle being tossed up out of the water…

He combs through his hair, ratty and unkempt, strands coming loose as he does. Pearl used to help him maintain it. Now it’s all… annoying and long. Braiding it would help him a bunch-- would also remind him of Pearl, which could either be good or bad for his mental health right now, but he's willing to take the risk. So, yeah, he’ll braid it! Might as well do something with his time.

He starts to slowly swim through the water, searching for just the right strand of kelp to help him out. Usually the best pieces are near the shore, right where humans sometimes like to come and swim. Cub, Gem, and Pearl used to scare them away by biting chunks off their bodies, made it a competition to see who could get the most in their mouth before the humans ran away. He never participated, not as fast or as bloodthirsty as any of them, content to watch and laugh and jeer and judge. Nowadays he just nips at their toes if they're too deep in the water, sends jellyfish their way if he's feeling extra spiteful. But humans don't come around much anymore. He's not sure if that's a blessing or a curse.

If he’s lucky maybe he’ll find a piece of fishing line that some careless human left behind. It lasts much longer than kelp. Last time he had to scour the seafloor for a sharp enough rock to cut the braid because his teeth were not doing the job. Some pretty impressive stuff!

If Cub were here, he’d tell Scar to stop going so close to the shore, because one day a human is going to see him and not be intimidated by sharp teeth and claws, and they’re going to lure him in, and then they’re going to hook him and flay him open on the beach like they do with the fish.

Which is ridiculous. If they hooked him, he’d just kill them! Easy as that! And then he’d eat them! Simple plan!

(Thinking of eating a human makes his gills flare out. What do they taste like…? None of his friends would ever tell him, but they also never complained.)

In spite of the Cub in his head he moves closer to the shore, keeping his eyes sharp for a long thread of fishing line.

Humans don’t usually like wind. They yell about how it screws up their ‘casts’, how it makes sand fly into their eyes, how it blows away their stuff. Which means he’s good to go as close as he needs to! What stupid human would be out right now?

(Apparently two stupid ‘researchers’ is the answer to that.)

As soon as he bursts out of the forest of kelp, right near the dock but not close enough to be obscured by it, he realizes that there are two humans standing right where the shore meets the water. Their pants are rolled up, feet bare (prime for nibbling, might he add), and they’re talking loudly about something that Scar can’t really make out. He hadn’t been able to see them until he got closer. And now that he’s closer, it seems they saw him before he saw them.

Aw, man. Rule number one of hunting: see your prey before they see you. He’s already failed.

They yell something. A commotion. He turns to retreat, but then something splashes above his head. His immediate thought is a net. His next thought is I'm going to die.

For a second, he is frozen. For a second, he sees himself caught and hooked, cut open, hung from poles and left to die and dry in the sun. He imagines Cub coming back just to find nothing in his wake. He imagines the pain he may feel at that, the regret, and maybe that gives him satisfaction for a moment, no matter how grim and disgusting it feels inside of him. He imagines giving himself up to these humans, letting them cut him open, saying Cub and Gem and Pearl with his last breaths, imagining they can hear it from wherever they went. He shakes his head, the images disappearing.

And nothing happens. He looks up and sees... a fish. A dead fish. That's weird.

A peace offering? An apology for treading where they shouldn’t?

Bait? Says the Cub in the back of his mind.

The fish is different from what he’s used to. Not from around here. That’s interesting.

That’s dangerous, dude, sneers Cub, flicking him on his imagined forehead.

I mean, yeah… but isn’t it also interesting?

He eyes the humans. They’ve moved back, but they’re still in his water. There’s a less conscious part of him that wants to scare them off right now, prove that this is his land, that they can’t just put their gosh darn feet wherever they so please! He shoves it aside, sighing.

It’s been… pretty lonely around here without the others.

Just come meet me, man! Argues the Cub in his mind-- which is ridiculous! He knew when he left that Scar wouldn’t be able to follow. He’s not made for long distance travel; Cub is. Maybe that's why he didn't even try to convince him. Maybe that's why he was gone in the morning. Maybe he knew that Scar would say no, would stay in his home, would wait for Pearl and Gem to come back no matter how long it took.

And so that's why he left. And so that's why Scar is alone. And so that’s why Scar isn’t leaving.

(And Scar is also curious as to who these people are. They’re not coming closer, not throwing weapons at him, and they walk around with their flesh exposed just waiting for him to take a bite out of them. Do they not know? Do they think this water is safe? Do they think they can set themselves up here, as if Scar hasn't been here his entire life? The most important question, however, is: what do they taste like…?)

He moves himself out of the shadows, reaches up a hand to grab the fish. His claw digs into it, warmed by the sun, and then he yanks it down.

One of the humans screams. The other one screams immediately after, an involuntary reaction.

There’s a flailing, and then one of them loses their balance and falls face first into the water. The splash disturbs a school of fish nearby, sending them careening in Scar’s direction. He swipes his nail downwards, manages to spear one on his claws, and shoves it into his mouth.

As he chews, he sighs. Those things barely put up a fight. How boring. Wouldn't it be more fun if they tried to bite back? Maybe hit him with their little fins?

He looks at the human again and finds their eyes wide open. Looking directly at him. His stare sends a jolt down his spine, makes him straighten himself up, suddenly aware of things he hasn't been aware of in forever-- like the way his hair floats around him, how shiny his tail is, how his scars look underneath the water. So as not to startle him, Scar waves as gently as he possibly can. The human starts to scream, bubbles erupting out of his mouth. Just as quickly as he fell, he scrambles out of the water.

His hand falls. He notices, then, that there is more blood on his claws than he thought there was. There must be blood around his mouth, too. Oh, dangit. Just when he's trying to be friendly and not scary, too! They even gave him this gift! Some weird new fish, all different colours than he's used to. He turns it over in his hands, claws gently scraping a deep wound in the neck. A clean wound. It was killed swiftly, not with teeth and not with claws. And, jeez, humans are so dang strange! Where’s the fun in just killing it easily? Where’s the hunt?

The humans are out of the water now. He cautiously swims to the surface, peeking his eyes out and blinking as the sun hits his head. On the beach he sees two people screaming at each other. The one who fell in the water has a ridiculous moustache on his face, his hair short and spiked from running his hand through it. The other has curly hair, some weird circular things on his face, and a whole thing of oysters at his feet.

They gesture wildly at each other, their backs to him. On his beach. Near his water. Oh, boy, didn’t anyone ever tell them not to turn their backs on a predator? Jeez, it’s like they’re asking for him to mess with them!

“Mumbo, I thought I told you to keep your nose out of the redstone supply! It’s not for snorting, it's for powering our equipment!” The smaller one yells.

“For goodness… Grian, you know I haven’t done that stuff since college. I-I’m not on drugs, mate, I’m just… I just… I saw something.” The bigger one scratches at his head, his hands shaking.

He slowly slithers up closer, making sure his tail stays below the water, his belly to the sand. He drags himself up by his claws, keeping an eye on the two of them. They don’t seem to notice anything, too involved in their little argument to even question if what they saw had good intentions or not.

And he has good intentions! Of course he does-- of course! He just wants to scare them a little bit. Maybe take a chomp out of their legs. Maybe taste their flesh. Maybe fill his mouth up with their blood.

If it were Cub or Gem or Pearl sneaking up on them like this, they’d be dead within seconds. But Scar just wants some entertainment that’s different from staring at fish all day… actually, mostly he just wants to taste them. Like, he really wants to taste them. He’s a nice guy! Just a little bit… peckish.

And he’s getting closer. And closer. And closer.

“People don’t come to this beach for a reason, Grian! They-- the locals said that there are,” his voice gets real quiet, "spirits in the water.”

“Why on earth would spirits be in the water and not on land?”

“I don’t know, man, I’m not-- not some kind of… spirit expert! Why on earth would spirits be stuck on the land, though? How does that make sense, mate? We shouldn’t apply our own logic to spirits. Honestly, check yourself.”

The small one puts his head in his hands but says nothing. Just as Scar pulls himself out of the water, eyes trained on the heel of the bigger one, the small one’s eyes flick down to him. They’re a deep brown, almost black, magnified a bit by whatever ridiculous thing he’s got on his face.

“Mumbo.” He says. Quietly. Carefully. “Don’t look now, but there’s… something there.”

Bigger one freezes up. “Y-Y-You… Grian, this isn’t very funny. I’m not a fan of your pranks! You know this!”

Small one is still looking at him. Challenging him.

Instincts tell him that he failed this hunt and he is vastly outnumbered, but curiosity gets the better of him. He could probably still… take a bite.

A pause. Then, using all his hunting instincts, he rockets himself towards the leg, feeling his fangs dripping with saliva as he does. The small one is faster on the land, though, and tackles the big one out of his reach, his jaw snapping closed onto nothing but air.

The humans fall to the sand, and Scar slithers back into the water as quickly as possible, relief pulsing through his body. Not his best move, he’ll be honest.

“Mumbo, you absolute spoon! ” Shouts small one.

He sticks his eyes out of the water. They’re both staring at him. They go white as he blinks at them.

“Do you… heh, um… do you see that, mate?”

“That’s what just tried to take a bite out of your leg, buddy.”

“Oh. Oh, goodness.” The big one’s voice trickles off into nothing. His eyes flutter, then he collapses into the sand.

Holy shit I killed him.

A series of clicks and trills come out of his mouth before he can stop them. Mostly curses. He learned it from the dolphins around here, way back when he was younger, when Cub said that he should probably spend less time listening to humans speak and spend more time listening to ocean creatures speak. He’s pretty fluent now. What good does that do for him, though?

‘I just wanted a taste?’ He says to him in dolphin. The small one doesn’t seem to care, immediately dragging his companion’s body away from the water.

Maybe I can convince him to throw the whole body into the water? Get a full meal out of it? And some cool bones! Ohhh, I’m a genius!

And then maybe small one will stick around and he’ll have tackled two of his issues! He’ll have a new friend and a taste of human! What a perfect compromise.

Just as he’s planning the best way to convince small one to hand over the corpse of big one, suddenly he starts to stir. Scar tries not to look too disappointed. The small one is whispering to him, brushing back his hair and bringing him things that he eats and drinks, slow and unsure. The whole time Scar is there watching them. The whole time they both watch him right back, conversing in quiet voices.

But he wants to hear them! How selfish!

He swims a little bit closer.

“Stay back!” The small one barks.

He stops. A beat passes.

“Do… do you think it understands us?” The big one asks, just loud enough for him to hear.

Small one regards him with a shocking amount of unfriendliness. His fins droop at the stare.

“Uh… I’m not quite sure, Mumbo. It’s not really a human. But it’s not really a fish either. Say, what are the odds that English of all languages made its way down to the bottom of the ocean in a country colonized by England rather early? Probably quite low, yeah? Just generally speaking."

Big one appears to be thinking. “Right. Point taken. Um. Do you… do you think maybe it’s just hungry?”

“Well, I gave it a fish, Mumbo! For goodness sake, it shouldn’t be greedy.”

“It’s bigger than a normal fish, Grian! Look! It’s like the size of a whole human!” Big one gestures wildly at him, his voice going all high pitched. “D-Do you absolutely believe in your heart of hearts that just one little fish is enough to satiate something that big?”

“So you want me to give it more fish.” Deadpans the smaller one. "You want me to reward it for attacking you? For trying to take a big ol' bite out of your leg?"

“Well, if it stops the thing from attacking me again, I’d be right chuffed about that.”

A dramatic sigh, and the small one pulls himself up, walking barefoot across the shore until Scar can barely see him anymore.

Amateur move. He could just kill the big one right now and be done with it, drag his body so far down the short one won’t even know what happened. His eyes must turn hungry, because the big one starts to giggle nervously.

“Y-You… right, you’re looking at me like I’m a delicious meal right now. And I see where you’re coming from! Really, I do-- I mean, I’m not a meat eater, but if I was then I’d imagine that a human would taste pretty interesting. Maybe even good? Probably dependent on their diet. Not… not that I would eat humans if I did eat meat. Because that’s cannibalism. And that’s generally frowned upon. Illegal and unethical, one may say. And they do. Say that, that is. It’s, like, a thing written into the law.”

Alright, now Scar’s confused.

He’s wringing his hands, still talking. “Say, do you even eat humans? Because every story I’ve heard says people only really leave with a few bits of their flesh missing. Much better than being eaten whole, might I say, because at least you’re still alive, even if you are missin’ a few veins and maybe even some muscles. Pretty important, but not as important as the whole body. Or the organs.” He hums, looking like he’s genuinely intrigued himself. “Goodness, but imagine if you could just get straight to the organs. Your claws look rather sharp, you could just,” he kind of swipes his hand across his own chest, “do that. You know? Wouldn’t that be a scary thing? Gosh, am I glad you can’t understand me, because I am both speaking nonsense and giving you very good ideas.”

He is! It’s very entertaining. Scar has started to drift closer, completely forgetting about his previous goals of dragging him down and feasting on his corpse-- because if he did that, then he wouldn’t get to hear him talk! And that would be a shame! He’s got a weird accent-- both of the humans do, actually, and it’s a little hypnotic to listen to. It reminds him a bit of Pearl, but different in so many ways. And his face lights up when he talks! Even if he looks increasingly more scared the closer Scar gets.

“A-Ah, buddy, you are… you are getting quite close, aren’t you?” He scoots backwards in the sand, so Scar stops. A click. A trill. Telling him not to leave. He bows his head in submission, hopes it makes him look pathetic enough that the human will forgive his former plan to eat him and keep talking. “You… huh, that’s very interesting. That must be your language. You have a language. And you are-- you are speaking it to me right now, currently, as I speak to you, almost as if you are responding.”

Inwardly, he giggles. Outwardly, he clicks once again: ‘I’m a respondy sort of guy!’

It makes his eyes go all shiny. Cute! “Wow! You are absolutely responding to me! H-Hold on, let me get my notepad--” he trips as he stands up, sand scattering, and grabs a little slab of something and a shiny tube. He starts to move his wrist, watching him all the while. “We came here to study the water and the wildlife, environmental conservation and all that good stuff, but we really did not expect to find… whatever you are! Gosh, you’re very cool!”

‘You really think so?’ He slaps his tail against the surface of the water, puffing up his chest. The human gets a glimpse of his tail and nearly drops his stuff, mouth falling open. He smiles, hoping his teeth aren’t still all bloody and off putting.

As the human moves his wrist, he speaks aloud, “multicoloured scales on tail… bared teeth at me, unsure if sign of aggression? ”

The small one is coming back now. He’s way too fast! Scar is enjoying this big one and the funny ways he speaks and how his eyes look when he’s excited and the way he admires his tail! He does not like the way the smaller one glares at him as if he’s done something wrong. He didn’t do anything!

He only tried to do something. Very different, right?

“Mumbo, what the heck are you doing?” He cries. He’s carrying three more fish. “The thing is right there!”

“Yeah, mate, but it’s been docile! It’s just watchin’ me! Listen, Grian, it-- it made these sounds,” he tries to imitate what Scar said, failing so miserably that he has to submerge himself to roll around on the seafloor, his laughter attracting some curious fish that he can’t even eat because he’s so busy giggling . When he comes back, the guy is still talking. “...and honestly I’m not quite sure if the previous display of submission was because it felt bad or was trying to be peaceful or-- Grian, I’m not certain how aware it is, honestly? It seems like it knows what’s happening. And… it’s got a human face.”

“I see that, Mumbo.” Small one studies him. He studies him right back. Small one is less curious, but that doesn’t mean he’s not still curious. He just hides it well. “I… look, I’m honestly not sure what to do with it. Like, obviously let it go, yeah, but it doesn’t seem to want to leave. Animals don’t tend to stick around like this.”

“It’s not an animal!”

‘Exactly! I’m just like you! Except only kind of. I'm missin' the whole legs part.’ He clicks and trills at them.

“See?!” Big one is happy again. His chest flutters. “It’s-- they’re listening to us! They may not be able to understand us, but they’re still capable of speech.”

The small one comes closer to the water. He watches as he bends down, placing the fish at the shore, waggling a finger at him. “Don’t you dare attack me when I’m here to give you food, or I’ll be quite pissed off.”

Ohhh, it would be so funny if he attacked him. But he won’t! He’s a man of many talents, and one of those talents includes restraint.

(But it would be really funny if he did it, still.)

He swims up slowly, so as not to startle them. The small one takes a step back. He picks up a fish and stares at it. It looks equally as shocked as he is to see it, eyes frozen over in a permanent state of disbelief. Still, he’s hungry, so he shoves it into his gullet and devours it, licking blood and viscera off of his lips as he stares up at them.

“I’m gonna be sick,” the big one says.

“Huh.” The smaller one is smiling, now, his suspicions softening. “Y’know, Mumbo… they’re rather cute, wouldn’t you say?”

His ears pin back to his head. He’s what? Cute?!

“You-- what the heck , Grian? They just devoured a fish in front of you and you think that's cute? Your priorities are... man, I don't even know what to say."

“N-Not in that way! God, I’ve just gone and embarrassed myself, haven’t I?”

“That’s practically a human! You can’t flirt with the person we just met out of the ocean, Grian, have some tact!”

“But they’re not practically a human! They’ve got a whole… whole fish half, Mumbo!” He devours another fish. They’re both looking a bit apprehensive now. “Um. Yeah, this is a whole mermaid situation, for sure.”

“And mermaids are basically human!”

“Well, we don’t know that? We didn’t know they were real until about,” he checks something on his wrist, “oh, I don’t know, thirty minutes ago?! And I wasn’t flirting, you strange man! It’s just… they looked happy to have some food.”

He’s not wrong about that. Scar’s happy to eat! Happy to be in the sun! Happy to be talking to a few humans even if they seem to think he can’t understand them! Happy to be playing a little trick on them the most!

“Huh.” Big one seems to relax. He looks at Scar, his head tilting. “Yeah, I guess they did. Say, do you think they’re struggling for food out here?”

“Maybe?” Small one steps closer, as if to get a better look at him, and yet it still frightens something deep inside of him. He snatches his fish and dives under the surface. He can hear him apologizing. He comes back up, a better distance away, and tries to soothe the nerves that jitter around in him.

Smaller one struggles for words for a second. “I’m sorry, mate, I-- shit… Mumbo, I think we’ve found something else interesting to observe.”

“Oh, what could be more interesting than…” he looks down at the stuff around his feet. “Measuring water contents and looking to see if the oysters have any genetic mutations? What could we possibly observe that would be more fun than that?”

They both grin at each other, and whatever little nuanced message they communicate via their eyes goes completely over Scar’s head, but still... he’s got a feeling he just made two new friends today.

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