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(reupload from uhhyatko) Mumscarian 2024 week day five - pride + polyamory

Surprisingly I got all of the flags without googling them once. Does this count as chronically online? XD

But yeah some of my headcanons for them and experiments with detail control of the masses

Time: 3h + 2h for initial planning

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@mumscarianweek day 5 - clouthes

-Are you wearing my shirt? - Mumbo said quietly, watching Grian walk around their house in a rather unusual manner.

On his feet were beige breeches with a tightly buttoned belt (obviously stolen from Scar) and a white shirt, already cut at the places of his wings and with barely noticeable traces of poorly washed redstone dust.

Xelqua smiled warmly, shrugging.

- I don't know? I stole it from Scar! - Grian laughs, - A thief stole from a thief?

Mumbo just exhales slowly, looking at the shirt that disappeared a couple of weeks ago. On the other hand, he has one of Grian's red sweaters that he hugs when he sleeps. And he also has a couple of Scar's capes... Okay. Draw.

— The circulation of clothing in the polycule. - Mumbo says thoughtfully, wondering how many more things could have been stolen from him, and he would have not noticed it.

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chreechers kissing

Completed with @totallynotagremlin

We drew this very tierd amd exhausted and were dying. On a church pamphlet that doesn't belong to us

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Hot Damn, What a Cuteguy

“Mumby? Can you help me with the zipper?”

“Erm yes, I’m coming” he responds, before placing a kiss on Scar’s temple and standing up. He looks down in time to see Scar’s smile grow into something too innocent, too knowing. Squinting his eyes suspiciously, he drops his voice to a whisper. “What did you do, you silly man?”

or: Mumbo gets to be very gay about his partner in a superhero outfit

(read on AO3)

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It is a calm afternoon in their shared home. Mumbo is lounging on the couch, feet propped up on the nearby table as he glances down at Grian. His head rests on Mumbo’s legs, eyes shining behind round glasses as he excitedly talks about plans for a new project. To Mumbo, Grian’s voice always sounds like music. Today was no exception.

Grian’s melodic monologue fills the air and is conducted, as always, by his strong and gentle hands moving in time to his words. Mumbo basks in the tenor tones floating over him, as he looks out the window across Scarland and lets his mind wander.

This truly was the perfect spot for them to build a home. A cozy place nestled comfortably in one of the castle towers for the three of them to relax and just be together. A home that was theirs.

Mumbo looks down when Grian laughs. Their eyes meet and Mumbo smiles, moving to gently brush his hand through Grian’s hair. Everyday he is thankful that the beautiful man in his lap agreed to be theirs.

He is pulled back to the present as the tone of Grian’s voice shifts to something quiet and teasing. “Mumbo Jumbolio, are you even listening to me?”

“Erm… uh, not really?” He stammers weakly, face heating up in embarrassment.

Grian smiles up at him, hand moving to softly caress Mumbo’s cheek. “What’s on your mind?”

He leans into Grian’s hand, cherishing the gentle touch. “I was just thinking about how lucky I am that you’re mine.”

“Oh, you sap.” Grian laughs, leaning up and using the hand on Mumbo’s cheek to guide him down into a sweet kiss. As they part, Mumbo hears the front door open in the other room.

“Oh Grian!” Scar sings as he comes in. “Where are you my sweet songbird?”

Mumbo watches as Grian rolls his eyes fondly, before calling back. “We’re in here, Scar!” He returns to resting on his head on Mumbo’s lap as they listen to their partner take off his shoes in the chair by the door.

After a minute, there is a quiet grunt followed by the soft click of a cane coming down the hall.

Scar beams when he enters the room. His long hair is pulled back into a pair of loose braids that rest behind his shoulders and the sleeves of his navy blue work shirt are rolled up to his elbows. A bright pink shulker rests under the arm not holding his cane.

He smiles at Mumbo before focusing his gaze on Grian. “You know you are the cutest man in the world, right?” Scar asks, tucking his cane under his arm and holding out the shulker.

Grian’s face lights up in excitement as he quickly sits up. “Is it what I think it is?”

“Go try it on my beloved songbird.”

Grian beams, jumping up off the couch to wrap his arms around Scars neck and giving him a quick kiss. “Thank you, thank you!” They watch as he grabs the box and takes off down the hall towards the bathroom.

Mumbo looks up at Scar, amused, as they hear the door close. “What was that all about?”

“Oh, it’s something he’s been wanting for a while,” Scar says with a grin.

Mumbo chuckles at the statement as he watches Scar walk around the table to rest his cane against the arm of the couch before plopping down next to him, immediately melting into his side. “That doesn’t tell me anything, love.”

Scar tilts his head up to look at Mumbo with a smile. “The surprise will be worth it, my dear. I think it is something you’ll enjoy as much as me and Grian.”

“I still don’t know what that means, but I’ll take your word for it.”

Mumbo leans in to rest his cheek on Scar’s hair, loosely lacing their fingers together and using his thumb to slowly trace small circles into his tanned skin. They fall into a comfortable silence, basking in the warm embrace before they hear Grian call out to them from the bathroom.

“Mumby? Can you help me with the zipper?”

“Erm yes, I’m coming” he responds, before placing a kiss on Scar’s temple and standing up. He looks down in time to see Scar’s smile grow into something too innocent, too knowing. Squinting his eyes suspiciously, he drops his voice to a whisper. “What did you do, you silly man?”

“Oh nothing, nothing.” He whispers back with a wave of a hand and a wink. “Just try not to enjoy it too much, I want to see the outfit too.”

Mumbo feels his face heat up. “What does that even mean?”

Scar only smiles and gestures towards the bathroom.

Baffled, Mumbo stands from the couch and walks down the hall. He takes a breath before lightly knocking on the bathroom door.

“Yes Mumbo you can come in,” Grian responds fondly.

He opens the door, briefly catching a glimpse of a smirk reflected in the mirror in front of him before—

Pink.

Pink from head to toe.

Grian wearing a bright pink, skin tight, long-sleeved leotard.

He is distantly aware of his jaw dropping open as his eyes trail up and down Grian’s body to take in the sight before him.

The leotard is beautifully made and leaves all of Grian’s perfectly toned muscles on full display. It hugs softly along the length of his arms, emphasizes the slight curve of his waist, and stretches gently around his strong thighs before wrapping comfortably around his ankles.

But the thing Mumbo’s eyes are drawn to more than anything else is the open zipper along the full length of Grian’s spine and the smooth pale skin visible beyond it. Goodness he wants to touch. To feel the soft material under his hands and the shift of strong muscles underneath. His fingers twitch with indecision, before he settles for fidgeting with the cuffs of his sleeves.

“Enjoying the view?” Grian asks, playfully shaking his hips. Mumbo attempts to stammer his way through any sort of response, deliberately ignoring the reflection of his own very red face.

Grian laughs lightly and reaches back towards Mumbo with one of his hands. “Come here, love.”

Cautiously, Mumbo steps forward taking his hand, allowing his own to be placed on the small of Grian’s back. The material is soft and shifts slightly as he runs his hand down towards the bottom of the zipper.

His hands shake as he hesitantly takes the zip, carefully avoiding touching the top of Grian’s underwear right behind it. Slowly, he zips upward, the sound almost as loud as his beating heart. His other hand trails behind, following the path upward holding down the fabric until they meet at the top. Task complete.

He doesn’t want to let go.

They make eye contact through the mirror when Mumbo finally finds his words. They slip through his lips, the sound no louder than a whispered breath. “You look incredible.”

There is an intensity to Grian’s gaze as Mumbo rests his hands on the pink fabric of his shoulders. Before he can think too much into the expression, Grian is turning to grab his collar, pulling him down into a deep kiss.

Mumbo makes a small noise of surprise before melting into him. The soft lips pressed firmly against his own are warm and familiar and yet he knows this is something that will never get old. His hands, dislodged during the sudden movement, find new purchase on Grian’s shoulder blades before trailing down the soft fabric on his back. Grian’s hands move up, tangling into his hair and pulling him even closer.

It’s over too soon. They break apart, breathing heavily into the small space between them. Grian smiles up at him. “Thanks for the help, Mumby.”

“Anytime,” he rasps between unsteady breaths.

“Ok, I have to put the rest of this outfit on now,” Grian says, nudging him to turn around before pushing him out the door. “The rest is still a surprise.”

He blinks as the door closes behind him. “Oh, right.”

His feet carry him back towards the living room on auto pilot as questions begin to bounce around in his mind.

Grian had called him into the room to help him with the zipper, but why not Scar, who had given him the box? Was it because Scar already knew what it was? But then Grian had kicked him out after he zipped up the outfit anyway, so it wasn’t just for that. And, oh gosh, of course it is only now that he remembers Grian is fairly flexible and can usually zip up his own outfits. Was the whole plan just to fluster him? Grian had been smirking, so that was probably his intention. Well, that was normal for Grian, he supposed. And, then, perhaps the most confusing question of all—

Scar barks out a laugh, startling him out of his thoughts. “Well don’t you look dashing!”

“Huh?” His eyes move to focus on Scar instead of the wall in front of him.

Scar’s face lights up with a grin and Mumbo watches as his eyes scan him up and down before landing on his ruffled hair. “I see you enjoyed yourself in there, hmm?”

Mumbo furrows his eyebrows, not fully processing Scars words as he tries to piece everything together. When he speaks, his words come out quiet and slightly strangled. “Scar, why is Grian in pink?”

“It’s his Cuteguy uniform!” Scar exclaims, opening his arms towards Mumbo and beckoning for him to come closer. “I made it for him so he can fight crime as Hotguy’s second in command.”

“Hotguy?” Mumbo steps forward and sinks onto the couch next to him, slouching to rest his head on Scar’s shoulder as he accepts the embrace. “Oh, is that the hero thing you were telling me about?”

He feels Scar nod and gently move to brush a hand through his disheveled hair.

They hear the bathroom door open. Scar perks up, looking enthusiastically towards the hall. When Grian comes into view, Mumbo forgets how to breathe.

Grian is still wearing the pink leotard. Only now does Mumbo notice the simple blue and orange Hotguy symbol embroidered onto Grian’s chest. The stitches are a bit uneven and wobbly, but it is clear the amount of care went into making sure each one would lay flat along the fabric.

Along with the leotard, he sports a pair of black high top sneakers painted with thin blue and orange stripes along each of the sides. His lips are pinker than usual, a combination of their earlier kiss and some newly applied lip gloss.

Grian grins at them and strikes a pose. “Well, how do I look?”

“Even more stunning than I imagined, my dear.” Scar replies easily, softly dislodging Mumbo from his shoulder as he leans forward on the couch. “Come here? I want to make sure everything fits perfectly.”

Grian shifts the coffee table out of the way so he can stand in front of Scar. Their knees touch as Scar reaches out to lightly hold Grian’s wrists as he checks the length of the sleeves. Mumbo assumes whatever he’s checking is to his liking when Scar hums in satisfaction.

Scar’s fingers trail up to Grian’s chest, almost reverent when he brushes them across the Hotguy logo.

“Turn so I can check out your back?”

Mumbo coughs in surprise at the same time Grian exclaims, “Scar! Wording!”

“What?” Scar looks up with feigned innocence, “I want to make sure it fits!”

Rolling his eyes in fond exasperation, Grian turns so Scar can see the back of the outfit. Mumbo watches as Scar traces along the collar and then down the seam of the zipper. When he reaches the bottom of the zipper he smirks and squeezes Grian’s butt, startling a yelp from him.

“Scar!” Grian scolds as he turns to face his two partners who are now howling with laughter. “Do you really want to start this?”

“Start what?” He asks through the giggles.

With a smirk, Grian pushes Scar back on the couch and climbs forward to straddle his lap, giving Mumbo a wink as he does.

Scar looks him up and down. “Oh-ho-ho is that what you meant, pretty bird? I can’t say I’m disappointed.”

“Oh shush, you” he replies before wrapping his arms around Scar’s shoulders and kissing him deeply. It’s a sight Mumbo knows he will always love.

When they part, Grian stays close to place a small kiss on Scar’s cheek. “I love it, thank you.”

Scar beams triumphantly. “Anything for you, my beautiful songbird.”

With that, Grian smiles and flops sideways into Mumbo’s lap, shimmying his way into the small gap between them and tucking his face into Scar’s neck. “Then cuddle me.”

Mumbo chuckles and angles himself to wrap one arm loosely around Grian’s waist and the soft fabric of his costume. He uses the other arm, which is still laying along Scar’s shoulders to give him a small squeeze as Scar leans into them from Grian’s other side.

Mumbo closes his eyes as the three of them settle. Scar begins to talk about his ideas for Cuteguy’s first velocitae lessons as Grian shakes with laughter. As Mumbo drifts off to their playful banter he thinks, maybe it could be worth it to learn more about this superhero thing.

[mochiwrites]

title: we lie in the soil with our arms and legs tangled up

warning(s): none

chapter(s): 1/1

relationship: scar/grian/mumbo

prompt: nature

summary:

The other turns to him, lips leaning into a light frown, “What happens if I mess up the flowers?”

And oh. Oh, Mumbo understands. His chest pangs in sympathy, and for just a moment, he sees his younger self in Grian. A younger self who was afraid of accidentally hurting innocent flowers. A younger self who only knew how to handle rough things like guns and knives. A younger self who nearly cried when he saw his first flower blossom.

He sees it all in Grian.

He gives Grian what he hopes is a comforting smile, “We can do it together then.”

read on ao3 here

HAPPY DAY ONE OF MUMSCARIAN WEEK!!! oh MAN I am SUPER excited :D !!!!! I figured I’d kick the week off with some good ol’ crime au <3 the boys get to be fluffy as a treat <3 ( also I’d pay attention to the flowers… and what they mean :) )

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“My dear, I think we have a guest.”

Nature | New Beginnings

Hi I’m a little late to the party but. Here’s my Mumscarian Week thing. It’s not the best but I’m lov them and wish to learn how to draw them, so orz Hope you enjoy this anyway <3

... It’s technically pre-mumscarian but. But that’s okay, right? 🥺

The AU here is an AU where Scar and Mumbo are both elves, with Scar being a wood elf and Mumbo being a dark elf who have been married for like a century before Grian stumbles across them while running away from his cult flock😌

Hhhh one day I will learn how to draw them I promise

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Mumscarian week day 1 - Home Is Wherever I'm With You

Prompt: Nature & New Beginnings

I – Season 6, Grian and Mumbo:

“Don’t you think it’s beautiful?” Mumbo asked, turning his head to look over at where Grian sat beside him.

Grian hummed, glancing over at Mumbo briefly, then returning his attention to the extraordinary view before them, not catching the way Mumbo quickly looked away from him. “It is, isn’t it?”

The two Hermits rest peacefully in the grass on the island that Mumbo had claimed for his base before the season started. They watched in contentment as the sun dipped below the horizon, ever so slowly.

“Absolutely gorgeous,” Mumbo whispers faintly, as if his words were not intended for Grian’s ears. Grian peeked back over at the taller Hermit, surprised to find that he was already watching him with a small smile, so soft it almost hurt.

Hit with a burst of some unnamed emotion, Grian pushed himself up abruptly, startling Mumbo.

“Well!” He chuckled awkwardly, ignoring the look of confusion and what seemed to be a twinge of hurt that the ravenette gave him. “This has been great, Mumbo, but I best be going now.”

“Gri-“ Came the expected attempt at an interruption, though Grian merely brushed it off.

“I’ve got things to do, Mumbo, a starter base to build, projects to start, and pranks to plan! I’ll see you tomorrow!”

“Grian I- “

But Mumbo didn’t get a chance to say anything before Grian had pushed off from the ground and was flying toward the location of the start of his underwater base.

Mumbo sighed, slumping back against the grass.

Dammit.

II – Season 6, Grian and Scar:

“Y’know, I can’t think of many times we’ve interacted this season. Can you?” Grian frowned, tilting his head in contemplation.

“Not really, maybe one or two. Like that time I grabbed your stuff after you had just drowned.” He grinned, turning to look over at the taller man who gave him a light-hearted glare. “But that doesn’t matter. What matters is how absolutely wonderful mine, Ren and Impulse’s commune looks!”

Scar hummed, looking out over the fields of flowers and trees, all the way over to the three men’s van’s in the distance.

“I have to admit, it does look ahmayzing! Very aesthetically pleasing.” Grian grinned.

“Why thank you!”

“Nothing that you built or terraformed, though.”

“Wha-“ Scar started snickering. “Scar! You do know that I terraformed and built most of it, right?!”

“I know, I know! It was a joke, G-man, I absolutely love what you’ve done with the place.’

“You better.”

The two relax back against the hill they were resting on, both enamoured by the exquisite view that was presented before them. For a brief moment, the air was still, and it seemed as if the wind no longer carried any sound. Breaking the serene silence, Scar spoke up again.

“This view truly is breathtaking, though.” He turned to look at Grian, surprised to find the avian was already watching him. Tilting his head with a soft smile, he continued. “Isn’t it, Grian?”

Grian smirked at him mischievously, when he spoke, his voice was practically a purr. “Not as beautiful as you.”

Scar blinked at him, caught off guard, and felt his face flush with embarrassment. Grian snickered, watching as Scar glanced back at the view then over at Grian. “I… don’t know what I’m supposed to say to that. Thank you?”

Grian burst into laughter, turning away, and covering his mouth to hide the blush spreading across his cheeks. He hadn’t anticipated this reaction from the man who was constantly flirting with others. “You gave me that opening! Did you seriously expect me not to take it?!”

When Grian wasn’t looking, Scar smiled again. His expression was achingly soft as he watched Grian, doubled over in joy.

Void, he was in love with this man.

III – Season 7, Grian and Mumbo:

Grian stared blankly at the sunrise from where he sat in one of the countless towering jungle trees, a little unsure of what to do with himself.

“You okay up there, Gri?” A familiar voice called out from the ground far below him. He startled, leaning forward slightly to peek down at whoever was standing on the ground.

“Oh, hey Mumbo.” The Hermit tilted his head and scrunched up his nose – something that grian could barely see from this distance, staring up at his friend.

“Grian, saying ‘hello’ most definitely does not answer my question.”

“What’s your point?” Grian tilted his head with a small grin.

“Okay, I’m coming up, you weirdo.”

Grian sat back against the tree, relaxing again as he listened to the vaguely amusing sounds of his friend struggling to climb the tall tree. He was not at all planning on offering any sort of help to Mumbo despite having wings and being plenty strong enough to carry the other.

Mumbo was panting, his limbs shaking from exertion by the time he finally pulled himself up to the branch that Grian was resting on. Grian smirked into the fading light.

“So, did you enjoy your climb?” Mumbo slowly turned his head to stare at Grian, breath still heaving, seemingly trying to find something to say.

“You are insufferable.” He decided, turning back to watch the setting sun. Grian burst into laughter.

“If I’m so insufferable, then why do you put up with me?” He cried, amusement lacing both his tone and expression.

“Maybe because you’re cute.” Mumbo grumbled before slapping a hand over his mouth when he realised what he said.

Grian stared at him, jaw dropped in shock as he processed what he had just been told. “Did- did you just-“

Mumbo buried his burning red face in his hands, unsuccessfully trying to hide the blush that was now creeping down his neck and up his cheeks. Grian turned back to the view, leaving the two to sit in a shocked and flustered silence.

After almost twenty minutes of somehow comfortable silence, Mumbo finally pulled his hands away from his mouth, having dragged them down his face after about ten minutes. Grian watched him through his peripheral vision, waiting patiently (which was a strange thing for him to do) for him to say something.

“Uh…” Mumbo chuckled nervously. “As pretty as this view is, and as much as I love y—I mean—love hanging out with you, I should really be going now. Sorry, buddy.”

Grian cringed minusculely, but nodded in understanding nonetheless, watching in silence as Mumbo slowly but carefully clambered backdown the tree. As soon as the taller was on the ground and walking away, Grian dropped his head into his hands with an annoyed groan. Thankfully, no one was there to see as tears welled up in his eyes and slipped down his cheeks.

I always mess everything up.

IV – Season 7, Grian and Scar:

A crash pulled Grian away from where he was trading with the villagers in his mansion.

‘What was that?’ He wondered, drifting toward the front of the build where the sound had originated.

There was a strangely rustling sound coming from just outside the front door of the mansion, almost as if some sort of small animal was stuck in one of the bushes and trying to get out.

Frowning, Grian pushed the door open, looking at all the bushes around the top of the staircase. One of the bushes rustled with movement, though it was only one out of the many and there was no breeze that could be the cause of the bushes moving.

Grian stared at it in pure confusion. It didn’t seem to be any sort of hostile mob, it was too big to be most animals and he couldn’t think of any that it could possibly be, anyway.

He took one step forward, ready to confront whatever animal may or may not have been sitting in the bush, when Scar stumbled out of it, a broken elytra strapped to his back, and leaves and sticks tangled all through his hair. Startled, Grian stepped away.

“Grian!” He pushed himself to his feet, staggering slightly and almost falling over before stabilising himself. “My friend! Terribly sorry about the intrusion, I was heading back to the shopping district, you see, and-“

“Scar,” Grian cut him off. “You don’t have to explain yourself, I kinda figured that you crashed given that your elytra is very clearly broken-“ he gestured to the ragged fabric, barely held together by a rusted metal frame. “-and you were crawling around in my bushes. Also your suit is ripped, and that doesn’t seem like something you’d allow yourself to walk around in, Mr Mayor. I thought you were supposed to look respectable.”

His tone turned dramatic as he pretended to be offended by Scar’s ruffled appearance, the taller man smirking mirthfully in response.

“Oh, my sincerest apologies, dear citizen.” He placed his hand on his chest just as dramatically as Grian had been. “I’ll certainly do my best to be more presentable the next time we meet.”

The two men took a moment to giggle at each other’s shenanigans before calming down again.

“You wanna come inside, Scar? Maybe get cleaned up a bit? The mansions not all too liveable right now but theres both a bedroom and bathroom and bathroom in there somewhere.” Scar gave him a small yet grateful smile that sent the avian’s heart soaring.

“I’d like that, thank you Grian."

Grian smiled back at him, hands shaking in such a minuscule way that he hoped it wasn’t noticeable to Scar. He hung around the taller man all the time, why was he suddenly so nervous about it.

Besides, it wasn’t like he found him attractive or anything-

Oh, crap.

V – Season 8, Grian and Pearl:

Grian sighed contentedly as he walked up the mountain near where he and the rest of the Boatem Crew would be building their bases this season. The sun was setting on the horizon and Grian sat on the highest point of the mountain, smiling softly as he admired the view and the beautiful colours of the setting sun.

The breeze that swept past him was strangely calming, ruffling his feathers, and brushing through his hair. His surroundings were quiet enough that it was easy to hear the footsteps coming up behind him.

His first thought was that it would be either Mumbo or Scar, but there was no reason for either of them to be visiting Grian up on this mountain. Besides, no one had even been in sight when Grian had flown up to the top of the mountain, nor had anyone been on the mountain and there was no way they could get up here so fast when neither had an elytra yet. Impulse also didn’t have his elytra yet this season, and there was only other member of Boatem with natural wings-

“Hey, Pearl. Didn’t expect to see you up here!”

Pearl hummed as she sat on the rocky ground just next to him, legs dangling over the edge of the precipice.

“Honestly, I’m just kinda wondering why you’re not over there with those two.” She gestured to where Mumbo and Scar were laying in the grass far below on the ground, watching the stars as they faded into view. Grian gave her a bemused look. “What? C’mon G, I’ve only been here one day, surely I’m allowed to tease you about your non-existent love life just a little!” The avian squawked in offence to his love life being called non-existent (not that Mumbo and Scar even had anything to do with his love life, why would they?), but Pearl ignored him. “It’s extremely obvious that you like them, why don’t you just tell them?”

“Because I don’t like them! Not like that! Pearl, they’re my friends. Nothing more, nothing less.” Grian sighed, exasperated.

Pearl stared at him; expression completely blank. She clearly didn’t believe him.

“Grian, you’re one of my oldest friends.” The man in question frowned, glancing over at her, slightly worried about where she was going with this. “I’ve known you for almost a decade now. I know how to tell when you’re in love with someone. There is a certain way that you act. You acted that way with Taurtis back on EVO, and you’re acting that same way now with Mumbo and Scar.”

Grian huffed. “Oh, yeah? And how did I act?”

“Well, if you really wanna know.” Grian straightened, vaguely panicked. He hadn’t expected her to actually have a response to that! “You get flustered much more easily, especially around them, you subconsciously try to avoid them as a way to avoid your feelings, you get really anxious about anything to do with them, you through yourself into your work more. Would you like me to go one?”

“NO! Uh, I, uh.” Grian cleared his throat ignoring the smug look that Pearl shot him. “I- I mean ‘no’.”

Pearl hummed again, leaning back against her hands, and letting her moth wings stretch out behind her, leaving Grian to his thoughts, and-

Oh, void.

“Welp,” Pearl stood. “I best be going now, stuff to do, things to gather, sleep to avoid, y’know how it is. See ya later, Grian.” Grian hummed in acknowledgment and Pearl flew off, back to what seemed to be the start of an upside-down boat.

Grian sighed, turning his attention from the beautiful starry night sky to the two just as beautiful men still laying in the grass. Pearl’s words bounced around in his head like a pinball machine as he silently watched the two interact.

“It’s extremely obvious that you like them, why don’t you just tell them?”

“You acted that way with Taurtis back on EVO, and you’re acting that same way now with Mumbo and Scar.”

Grian hunched over himself, rubbing his temples when his head started to pang.

Crap.

VI - Season 8, Grian, Mumbo and Scar

The moon is big.

That is all Grian allows himself to think about as he stares up at the moon through the gap in the ceiling of his observatory.

The moon is big. Too big to be able to see any other part of the night sky.

It bothered Grian, the fact that he couldn’t see the stars. He had always, for as long as he could remember, loved watching them as they twinkled in the sky. But now he couldn’t, and it bothered him.

“G-man?” A familiar melodious voice called out. Grian ignored him, content to just stare at the overwhelming brightness of the moon above him. “Gri? Are you up here?”

“Grian?” An equally familiar voice asked gently. This one much closer, and much quieter than the other. Footsteps approached where he lay in the middle of the observatory, stopping just out of his line of sight. “Grian?” They crouched down, a handsome moustached face came into view, easily diverting his attention away from the moon. “Are you okay? Why are you just lying in the middle of your observatory?”

Grian blinked up at him lazily, watching as Scar appeared behind the taller man. “Moon big.” He shrugged as best he could lying on the ground. Mumbo and Scar both gave him concerned looks. Grian ignored them and turned back to stare at the moon with a scowl. Mumbo shifted to sit properly on the quartz ground, and Scar moved around to sit on Grian’s other side. They both followed his annoyed gaze up to the moon above them

“Are you upset because of the moon? Or something else related to it?” Scar asked gently, looking back down at him.

Grian shrugged again, offering a simple. “I can’t see the stars.”

Mumbo gave him a sympathetic look, reaching over to run his fingers gently through Grian’s hair. “You’ve probably not gotten much sleep either.” Grian hummed, closing his eyes, relaxing easily as he leaned into the soft touch.

There was a short moment of silence in which Grian allowed himself to drift off just a little, now only semi-conscious to the world around him. As he drifted, he half payed attention to Mumbo and Scar’s hushed conversation.

“He clearly hasn’t slept in a while, I know you want to tell him – I do too! – but we should let him rest first.”

There was a sigh.

“I know, I know. I guess it’s just because the longer I wait, the more anxious about it I get. But at the same time, I’m not exactly sure I’m completely ready to tell him and am now just procrastinating it.”

In his sleep deprived state, Grian couldn’t decipher what exactly they were talking about. Did they want to tell him something? If so what? And why were they so anxious about it? He didn’t get to even voice his questions, let alone get any answers to them, before the fog at the edges of his consciousness took over and he completely fell asleep.

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When Grian awoke, it was to the smell of freshly baked biscuits, the sound of a soft humming tune, and a hand carding through his hair.

He chirped happily, leaning further into the soft touch of someone’s hand in his hair, much the same way he had done before falling asleep. The only response he was given was that of a small chuckle. He blinked a couple of times to allow his eyes to adjust to the bright light of the sun before opening them completely and taking in his surroundings.

He was laying on an extremely comfortable bed in someone’s—probably Scar’s if the size of the room and the fact that there even was a bed was anything to go on—base, wrapped up in soft, warm blankets. Mumbo was sitting on a chair that he had clearly pulled over to be next to Grian. He was the one stroking Grian’s hair, long nimble fingers carefully running through the tangled golden strands.

“Good morning, sleepy head.” Mumbo greeted upon noticing him awake and looking around. “Are you more awake now that you’ve had some time to rest?”

Grian thought for a moment, assessing how exactly he felt before responding. “I think so? I don’t really know, I feel like everything with the moon is just messing with my head. I feel fine, but at the same time I feel like crap and I’m not exactly sure why.”

Mumbo nodded in understanding just as Scar appeared in the doorway, a plate of biscuits in hand. He looked a little concerned, but he quickly lit up when he saw that Grian was awake, very similarly to how Mumbo had not a few moments earlier.

“Grian! It’s good to see you’re awake! I made cookies if you want some?” He stepped fully into the room, walking over to where the other two men sat–Grian having pushed himself up when Scar appeared–and presenting the plate of biscuits as a sort of offering. They certainly did look delicious, Scar had made them after all. There was an assortment of different biscuits on the plate, though the two that caught Grian’s attention were the chocolate ones–which, as an avian, he made a mental note to avoid–and the shortbread–one of his favourites.

“Can I have one as well-?” Grian snickered at the pleading look on Mumbo’s face glancing over at Scar to find the other just watching Mumbo, his face completely expressionless. Grian snickered again.

“I don’t know, can you?” Mumbo’s hopeful expression turned to one of internal pain.

“Please stop with the dad jokes, you’re not even a father. Can I have a biscuit or not?”

“I dunno, what do you think, Grian?” Grian grinned at the two when they turned to look at him.

“Stay away from the shortbread and you won’t get bitten. Other than that I don’t care.” Scar and Mumbo both let out startled laughs, Grian’s grin just widened with mirth.

When Grian thought about it, the moment seemed strangely domestic. It was just the three of them, sitting in Scar’s bedroom, sharing the plate of biscuits between them. Grian took a moment to just revel in the peacefulness of it all. The sun peeking in through a gap in the curtains, filling the room with warmth. The bed was comfortable, maybe even one of the most comfortable things Grian had ever laid on, the blankets were soft and there was plenty of space, enough for all three of them to sit comfortably. He almost didn’t want this moment to end.

“Hey, Grian?” Mumbo’s voice brought Grian out of the mess of his thoughts and back into the present, the nervous tone causing him to frown in concern. “Can we talk to you about something?”

“Yeah, of course. Is everything okay?” Mumbo’s eyes widened in the realisation of how his words may have sounded.

“Oh! Yeah, everything’s fine! We just have something that we want to tell you. It’s nothing bad, we promise.” Scar nodded in agreement, looking just as, if not more nervous than Mumbo. Grian relaxed slightly, still somewhat concerned, though soothed by the confirmation that nothing was wrong.

“Okay, go ahead.” Mumbo nodded and glanced back at Scar for reassurance, receiving a shaky smile in return. He took a deep breath and turned back to Grian who raised an eyebrow at them. “What’s this about?”

“So,” Scar started uncertainly. “You know how Mumbo and I have been dating since early season seven?”

Grian nodded, a wave of some unpleasant emotion rippling through him at the simple question. Scar bobbed his head slightly in a small nod of understanding before continuing.

“And you know that you’re one of our closest friends and that we would do anything for you?” Grian nodded again, tilting his head as he tried to decipher where Scar was going with this (ignoring that unpleasant emotion that coursed through his veins, growing with each passing second). “Yeah? Where are you going with this exactly?”

“Well- we were, um. We-“ Mumbo placed a comforting hand against Scar’s arm and Grian watched them with growing concern.

“You- you guys do know that you don’t have to tell me this right? Whatever this is.”

“We know.” Mumbo guaranteed, holding up his free hand in a placating gesture. “And we want to tell you. It’s just a little nerve-wracking.”

“Okay…”

“Anyway, what we want to ask is if you maybe, possibly wanted to join our relationship?” Mumbo’s voice trailed off into silence as he spoke, anxiety getting the best of him. Grian froze. He didn’t know what exactly he was expecting, but this wasn’t it.

Not that he was complaining though.

“You- you really want me to join your relationship?“ He stared at them in surprise, cheeks burning. The two of them were clearly flustered, maybe even a little ashamed, neither one was looking at him. And that just wouldn’t do. “Hey,” his voice was gentle, almost as if he were talking down a scared animal. “Guys, I’m not mad at you. Honestly even if I didn’t like you back, I don’t think it would be possible for me to be mad at you. Not for something like this.”

Mumbo didn’t seem to properly register his words beyond the confirmation that he wasn’t going to start yelling at them. Scar, on the other hand.

“Did you just say that you like us back?”

Mumbo also looked up, shocked. Grian blinked. He hadn’t realised that he had said that.

“Yeah, yeah I do.” He offered a soft small, receiving stunned stares in response. “And I would love to join your relationship.”

Scar snapped out of his reverie sooner than Mumbo. The elf surged forward, wrapping Grian up in a tight, yet comforting and warm embrace. “Oh, thank Void! I was terrified that you were gonna say ‘no’ and that our friendship was gonna be ruined forever! I am so glad that you didn’t say no!”

Grian laughed, the unpleasant emotion that had been swirling in his chest was gone now, replaced by giddiness and euphoria. He wrapped his arms around Scar in return, humming happily when he felt another pair of arms around them, a second body pressed against his side. He brought his wings around to cover the three of them like a blanket.

And that was–for the most part–how they stayed for the next couple of hours. They moved into a more comfortable position of course, even putting on a movie to watch together. A Disney movie, at Scar’s insistence. But they stayed together, always by each other’s sides.

Even at the end of the world, they stayed, because that’s what you do when you love someone.

You stay with them, right by their side, forever and always.

Because they are your home.

[2uhhyatko2]

(reupload from uhhyatko) Mumscarian 2024 week day four - domestic love / food (both, I guess)

Yay first kiss of the series!!!(most likely the last ahah)

Time: 3h + 2h for initial planning

[vulcan-bourbon]

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day 1 — Prank_s

— We don't meet anymore. — Grian whispered, kicking the stone under his feet.

Pearl, looking at him, could not believe her eyes, and her ears too. I mean, did this crazy threesome break up? It was both a blessing and a curse.

The server could take a little break from the amount of drama that Grian, Scar and Mumbo caused being the three of them in a relationship that sometimes made the entire server whine.

One of their “Buttercup Hippie Arc” made Doc and Ren get back together (although, to be honest, it was a long time coming).

But it was hard for Pearl to look at her skybling, so dejected, tired and clearly suffering in heart and soul from such a situation.

— Oh, honey, I'm so sorry... — Pearl whispers tenderly, not understanding whether to hug Grian now, prepare him a sedative, or somehow cheer him up.

Good.. We will resolve the situation as the cataclysm grows. If anything, Skar will be able to calm Cub down, and Mumbo will probably be Iskall...

But, to Pearl's surprise, Grian shook his head and looked up at his skybling, laughing weakly.

— Do you want to ask what exactly happened? — Xelqua smiled sadly, looking carefully at Pearl, and then the girl had a slight feeling that something was wrong in this situation.

— Are you ready to talk about this?...— the skybling asks carefully, tilting his head on his shoulder, as if trying to look at Grian from a different angle. Naively hoping that this would somehow explain his strange mood.

Grian nods, smiling fleetingly sadly with some, as it seemed to her, despair, but enough to reassure Pearl that, supposedly, everything is in order. Xelqua's voice becomes quiet, as if he was about to tell the biggest secret of the entire universe, which it was.

— We broke up because now they are my fiancés and we have a wedding in a couple of days!

Pearl felt her thoughts evaporate, watching how instead of a sad smile on Grian’s face, the smile that he gave to the whole world blossomed when he made fun of someone. Avian takes a step back, taking out his rockets to fly up with a noisy laugh.

— I'll send you a wedding invitation by mail! — Xelqua's voice disappears in the height as he jumps.

Pearl just exhaled slowly, watching the avian in the red sweater disappear like a quick dot in the sky. She felt funny and worried at the same time. She loved and hated her skybling now as much as possible. If Scar and Mumbo also mocked the rest of the server and are preparing everyone for their wedding...

Then, Watchers, keep this server.

[halfapersob]

Mumscarian week, day 3: night/music

This is from q fic me and @totallynotagremlin qre working on, it is an eventual mumscarian fic, fantasy esque

Dancydance

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[mumscarianweek]

Just wanted to give a huge shoutout to everyone who partook in mumscarian week 2024. Whether you contributed or reblogged, your participation in celebrating this ship is valued!

If anyone did not have the time to finish their fanworks, fear not! I will happily reblog anything you post for this year’s (and last year’s) prompts. Fandom is about having fun, and fun has no time limit. Just make sure to tag us, as I will not be checking the mumscarianweek tag regularly.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you to all of you.

I hope to host another mumscarian week in 2025, and look forward to seeing you again next year <3

[mumscarian]

My entry for the first day of Mumscarian Week! The prompt: New Beginnings.

The first episode of the season was honestly one of my favorite episodes ever, and so I decided to make a (kinda long) compilation of my favorite moments in mumbo, grian, and scar's povs! It also is, coincidentally, a compilation of Scar dying LMAO.

Also I made this in capcut so its kind of slapdash if I'm being honest. I've never made a compilation before XD. But, I hope you enjoy! This was very fun to make.

[bedazzledpiss]

Mumscarian Week Day 2: Handmade gifts

Mumbo makes a dress for transfem!Scar <333

Closeups below the cut ✨

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[em-mermaid]

A Picnic in the Park

Happy Mumscarian week everyone! Today’s prompt is nature/new beginnings. Redscape fluff be upon ye!

WC: 1070

Relationship: Mumscarian, redscape focused

Tags: Grian is off-server during this fic, disabled Scar, no CW this is pure fluff

Summary: Mumbo is finally back on Hermitcraft after months away, so Scar takes him on a picnic in Scarland

You can also read it on AO3!

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Mumbo stumbles as he lands heavily on the cobbled streets of Scarland, nearly dropping his blue shulker of diamonds. He takes a couple steps to regain his balance before looking around, jaw dropping open as he admires the buildings around him. Shop fronts of every shape and color line the street, the midday sun reflecting off of the many windows. Each one is filled with various treats or memorabilia, most of which are in the shape of Jellie’s ears.

The trees along the sidewalks are meticulously manicured. They draw his eye along the road past colorful gardens and towards the grand walls crowning the top of a moss covered mountain. He moves to rest the shulker under one of his arms as he takes it all in.

A voice rings out from behind, making him jump in surprise. “Well hello there Mumbo!

When he turns around Scar smiles widely at him, expression soft. He is wearing a safety hat and a bright orange vest. A red shulker box rests on his lap as he wheels himself closer.

“Scar, hello! Gosh, you scared me.”

Scar laughs brightly, eyes sparkling as he comes to a stop in front of Mumbo. “Look at that mustache, it’s so good seeing it again.”

He huffs fondly. “Hello, my love. I missed you too.” He reaches out to accept Scar’s extended hand before he continues to glance around at the store fronts. “This place is ridiculous by the way. It is very beautiful.”

“You are the one that’s beautiful,” Scar replies. Mumbo can feel his face heat up as he looks back towards him, sputtering through an incoherent reply as Scar continues. “But thank you. It is still a work in progress, of course. The castle is coming soon.”

“Wha– Scar!” His voice wavers with embarrassment. “You can’t just say things like that and then move on like it didn’t happen, my heart can’t take it!”

Scar looks up at him with a now mischievous smile. “Well surely you know flattery is the way to a man’s heart. I was merely returning the favor.”

Mumbo’s face continues to burn as he replies easily. “You already have my heart, Scar.”

“Oh yes, well you’ve got me there.” Scar tugs lightly on their connected hands, pulling him down for a quick kiss. “So, how about we find a nice spot to relax and you can tell me more about those diamonds you’re offering.”

“That sounds wonderful.”

Scar lets go of his hand and begins to lead him along the main road. They pass the remaining shops before turning towards an inconspicuous looking wall. He follows Scar through a hidden doorway and suddenly everything looks more industrial. To the left, a metal building covered in green paint towers above them. The cobbled bricks below their feet gradually become a concrete walkway. Scar turns to the right, towards a course dirt path lined with trees, leading behind the gardens and up onto the mountain.

They meander through the forest, talking and laughing about recent shenanigans, including the silly summoning circle Grian had made. There was an unfortunate irony with Grian trying to bring Mumbo back, only to have to make an unexpected off-server trip the morning after his return. They did at least have that one night together. Plus, at least he could have some quality time with Scar while they wait for Grian to return.

Slowly the trees become more manicured, each appearing to be hand-shaped and draped with a thick moss. Small rocks and mushrooms are scattered throughout the bright green grass.

“Here we are!” Scar announces, gesturing broadly at the landscape. Mumbo glances around. It didn’t appear to be too different from the other areas they had walked through.

He brings a hand to rub at the back of his neck. “It’s gorgeous here Scar, but I’m not sure I understand?”

When he looks back over, Scar is already digging through his red shulker. “We are having a picnic, of course!” Mumbo watches as he pulls a striped blanket from the box.

“Ah, right,” he chuckles awkwardly. “That makes more sense.” Scar beams at him. Mumbo sets his shulker down on a nearby rock before taking the blanket and spreading it out across the soft grass.

“Would you set this box over there and then give me a hand?” Scar points to a spot off to the side.

“Of course.” As he sets down the box, Scar locks his wheels and slowly hoists himself up from his chair. Mumbo steps closer allowing Scar’s arms to wrap around his neck. He hugs Scar’s waist, simultaneously pulling him closer and supporting his weight. Their chests press together, the warmth of Scar is a familiar comfort, even after so many months apart.

He can feel Scar’s breath on his face as they press their foreheads together. Scar’s eyes flutter closed as Mumbo whispers into the small space between them. “Hello, you handsome man.”

The grip on his neck tightens, pulling him impossibly closer. “Hi, my love.” He feels Scar’s lips brush against on his own and his heart feels full at the shape of Scar’s whispered words. “I’ve missed you so much. It’s not the same without you here.”

They close the distance, lips falling together with a gravity that had grown too strong to resist. Every moment they had spent apart, months he had spent longing to be held by his lovers, finally crashing down into this one desperate kiss. His chest aches with the desire to be ever closer. To hold this moment forever.

But they need to breathe.

Scar breaks away first, gasping for air. Mumbo opens his eyes to see flushed cheeks, hungry eyes, and the softest smile. A gentle wind ruffles Scar’s hair and Mumbo is reminded of where they are.

He leans in to press a kiss to the corner of Scar’s mouth. “How about that picnic you promised?”

“That would be amazing.”

Scar grunts quietly as Mumbo helps guide him down onto the blanket. Mumbo makes sure to grab the red shulker before settling down next to him. They lean into each other as Scar pulls out a small feast of popcorn and churros.

Mumbo takes Scar’s hand, lacing their fingers together as they look out across the fields of Scarland.

“Oh Mumbo, didn’t you mention something about diamonds earlier?

“Ah yes, but I figured it out. It’s you that makes me happy.”