#cg! mumbo

[duraznita-frescante]

hi!

is it possible that you could do an agere oneshot where scar gets chronic pains and regresses with a mumbo cg? /nf

🌱 — "to be loved (is to be seen)"

⇒ regressor! scar & cg! mumbo

⇒ word count: 1.3k

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🌿 — this was the very first request sent in and my first ever time doing a writing per a request so thank sm!!! i hope i did okay with the prompt, i tried my best drawing from different sources on living with chronic pain so i really hope i did it justice with the right amount of sensitivity and respect. i love writing for cgmumbo so i hope you enjoy my writing of him as well. thank you!!!

(also also my computer kept changing mumbo to mambo so a really hope i caught all of those LMAO)

The idea of flaking out once again on a plan set weeks ago forced this rolling feeling in his stomach. Was that dread? He’ll go with dread. Scar was dreading the idea of telling his friends that he couldn’t build with them today despite being one of the ones to pitch the idea in the first place.

But standing in the middle of his kitchen, he could barely will the strength to make himself a proper meal. Or even one at all.

A soft whine bubbled up from throat and he rubbed his face as the deep-set thrumming of his joints came to a brief crescendo before simply sitting on the cold tile. His head thumped gently on the cabinet behind him and he wondered if he could get away with sitting here all day, letting the tile cool down his aching legs. The pattering of little feet quickly dismissed that idea though, he turned his head just as Jellie rounded the corner, an indigent meow filling the air and hitting sharply against his ears.

“Hi, Jellie,” Scar greeted with a smile as she came over, butting her head across his knee and up to his waist, leaving her soft grey fur on his pyjama pants in her wake. Eventually, she settled in his lap, this time to meow directly into his face. “I know I’m supposed to message someone by now,” he says quietly, letting his hand run down her back, another meow follows.

“But asking him is hard…” he whined as Jellie jumped out of his lap and bumped her body against the cabinet next to him that she knew held her cans of food. The idea of popping open a can made his fingers ache. “But Jellie needs breakfast…” Scar concluded, watching as Jellie paced the kitchen to better project her demands for breakfast.

He pulled out his communicator and typed out a message to the lesser of two evils. Evils, in this case, was breaking the news to his friends that he was having a bad pain day or telling Mumbo the same. He needed Mumbo first, for Jellie of course. What with how his fingers ached as they did, opening a tab can would not go too well for him.

[GoodTimesWithScar] come o ver [GoodTimesWithScar] jellie is askin for you

It didn’t take long at all for Scar to hear his front door creak open and the familiar light footsteps of Mumbo Jumbo, slightly clicky from the dress shoes that he insists are comfortable for everyday wear.

To someone unfamiliar with Scar and his fluctuating pain levels, the sight upon entering the kitchen might’ve been concerning. One might think he’d fallen, maybe they would fuss over him and insist they check him over for injury. And in some distant past that was Mumbo as well– that was everyone who’d joined in those early days. But now Mumbo knew, and all of his friends on the server knew, this wasn’t an ordeal that needed to be dealt with urgency and pity.

“Bad pain day?” he asked with a reassuring smile, squatting down to Scar’s level. Scar confirmed with a soft huff that might’ve been a chuckle or indication of pain. It didn’t really matter, they both knew what it meant. Scar held out a tin can that he managed to get out of the cabinet while waiting for Mumbo.

“Fingers too bendy ‘n Jellie hasn’ had b’eakfast,” He slurred out, his mind relaxing at just the sight of his caregiver. “Open, please?”

“Of course,” Mumbo took it gently and spoke as he peeled off the metal top and placed it to the side for Jellie to enjoy, “And what about Scar, has he had breakfast?”

A definite shake of the head that threw Scar’s fringe over his eyes was what he got in response.

Mumbo chuckled lightly and Scar grinned at the sound, letting his hair be pushed to the side to make way for the kiss pressed onto his forehead. Those same hands settled on either side of his face, holding him.

“I think…” Mumbo drew out in that exaggerated way that he knew made a little Scar hang on to every word, “It is a wonderful day for a bedroom picnic, what do you think?” Bedroom picnic was this fun activity that the duo made up many moons ago in which you bring everything entertaining and enough snacks to last you the day into somewhere comfy, usually a bedroom, and stay there. It was reserved for days like these when being anything but stationary was far too laborious on Scar’s body. He could spend the day napping and being small in between to try and ignore the aches.

“I can’t! I’m ‘posed to help Gri and ‘mpulse to build today and– and I don’t want them to be mad at me,” Scar pulled himself from Mumbo’s gentle hold and oh did that hurt Mumbo more than it should have.

“What? Why would they be mad?” In Mumbo’s anxiety-ridden mind, thoughts of the worst flooded his brain. Had Grian or Impulse said something rude? By mistake or otherwise? Did someone else say something rude? Someone new? Had Mumbo himself said something off and he didn’t even notice?

“I just– I said that I could an’…an’ I can but I can’t even though I p’omised,” Scar rambled on half coherently and just like that, those irrational thoughts drained from his mind. Yes, of course. Of course Scar wasn’t upset over what anyone else would have said, he’s had a lifetime of experience to tell him that what others say about him doesn’t matter. But it seems he’s in his head today and this is clearly something that’s been on his mind for a while. To Mumbo, there were a few options on how to handle this.

The first, well, wasn’t viable and would not even happen now that he was here. The first option would be to just let Scar exert his body with the idea that he had to in order to please his friends, an option that could only happen if Scar were in the headspace for it– read, an adult headspace that was at suboptimal mental health.

But Scar isn’t entirely an adult right now and as young as he is right now, he doesn’t have the mental power right now for the nuance of overexerting himself for the sake of others. If he did, he would not have called for Mumbo in the first place.

“I see…” Then there was the second option, “Well, those two in particular know Scar very well,” Mumbo continued, “and I think they’d be very sad if they knew their best friend was hurting because of them, hm?” Play into Scar’s endless sympathy. Nobody can be sad on Scar’s watch, be it while he’s big or little, everyone must be happy. He designed and built a whole theme park for the sole purpose of seeing his friends happy.

And it worked like a charm

“I don’t want Gri to be sad!” He exclaimed loudly, the idea of his best friend being gloomy just unbearable.

“Just… Grian?” Mumbo couldn’t help himself, he had to tease a little bit if Scar was going to cling to one idea at a time.

“Or Impulse!” Scar tacked on as well, the lighthearted jab flying over his head.

“Gosh, I don’t want them sad either, now that I think of it,” Mumbo pretended to fret, knowing just how much the little one needed some dramatics to get the whole message. “And if a hurting Scar makes them sad…” he trailed off, looking off to the side with a finger on his chin.

“I know! A Scar that’s not hurtin’ will—will make them happy!”

And with a little bit of storytelling logic, Mumbo is victorious in fixing this issue without a single tear shed.

“What a clever lad, I think that will make them very happy,” he says softly, letting himself fall away from the exaggerated way of speaking. “Let’s head back to bed and then tell them this great news together, yeah?” Mumbo stood from his space on the floor and extended a hand toward Scar. In response, the younger raised both of his arms in silent request.

And who was Mumbo to deny him?

[max05nb]

Day 21: Headcanon

(masterpost)

Playing around with that Mumbo was confirmed to be to only one to know about CG identity therefore most likely the only one to be able to patch him up after work considering (let's be honest) Grian would be too stubborn to go to a hospital, case and point: part 5. He however might go to get his stuff fixed, that equal with a very concerned Mumbo who won't let him leave till he was fine, that turned into just a regular occurrence to the point where Grian just stands there silently not putting up too much of a fight.

I like to mention this was made before the this art was released. More evidence for protective Mumbo and more reason to cry about it :'>

[hermit-agere]

After Scars win he gets so excited when pressing the succeed button he regresses. Grian would usually use the /kill command but he doesn't want to kill or hurt someone who is regressed.

Grian just entertains the little as a ghost and let's him ramble about how he won and how fun the game was.

When Scar tires himself out and falls asleep Grian finally uses the kill command and Scar wakes up very confused back on hermitcraft where Grian and Mumbo make sure to congratulate him and properly tuck him in for the night.

The next day the hermits throw him a big celebration party for his win!

[terandera]

imagining some boatem regressors. touch starved Pearl who will absolutely soak up any hugs her way versus touch starved mumbo who does /not/ want to be hugged but is very much satisfied with a cg Grian sitting a safe distance away.

[kitsuneisi]

Hg for a rig poll!!! next one if dust wins the poll I'll draw cg and if I win I'll draw mumbo

[thewertsearch]

CG: BESIDES, JADE IS RESPONSIBLE FOR OTHER IMPORTANT PARTS OF THE PLAN. CG: FOR ONE THING, YOU'LL HAVE TO WAIT FOR HER TO SEND YOU THE CODE FOR THE QUILLS. CG: YOU CAN'T SCRATCH THE MESA WITHOUT THEM. CG: SHE GOT THEM FROM HER DENIZEN, OR WILL LATER ON HER TIMELINE, NOW THAT SHE LIT THE FORGE AND WOKE THE MONSTER UP. […] EB: did she kill him? CG: HELL IF I KNOW, HER EXPLANATION OF THE ENTIRE ENCOUNTER BOILED DOWN TO AND I QUOTE "shenanigans"

It certainly doesn't sound like Jade fought Echidna directly. That'd definitely be a tall order for a Player who's been in the Medium for less than a day.

Let's assume, then, that Echidna relinquished the Quills of her own free will. This reads to me as a vote of confidence – as if Echidna approves of the reboot, or at least won’t intercede to prevent it.

Davesprite’s version of Hephaestus was angry about being in a doomed timeline, because it meant that he could never complete his ‘work’, which I believe to be the universe itself.

This current timeline isn’t doomed, exactly – but it is pointless, since it can't birth a universe. Echidna probably wants a timeline where her frog Quest can actually bear fruit, so maybe she’s willing to negotiate with Jade in order to make that happen.

CG: ANYWAY, AFTER SHE GIVES THAT TO YOU, SHE THEN HAS TO GO THROUGH WITH THE REST OF THE PLAN, WHICH IS MAKING SURE YOU ALL SURVIVE AFTER THE SCRATCH, MINUS ONE OF THE DERSE DREAMERS OF COURSE. CG: THE PLAN REVOLVES AROUND SOME REALLY BAFFLING HAND WAVEY MUMBO JUMBO WHICH I DON'T REALLY UNDERSTAND, BUT SHE TOLD ME TO TRUST HER ABOUT IT BECAUSE THE INFO COMES FROM A "Reliable informant." CG: WHITENED FOR SMUG TOOL. CG: IT INVOLVES SOMETHING TO DO WITH A YELLOW LAWN RING.

So the Yellow Yard is also Scratch’s idea! Great! That's awesome!!

I don’t know why I’m even surprised anymore. We can assume, then, that the kids will preserve themselves in a manner which is disadvantageous for them, and advantageous for English. Maybe they'll be be reduced to something as insubstantial as Aradia's ghost form - still technically present in the session, but unable to warn their successors about the demon menacing their reality.

I’m still trying to wrap my head around what a yellow yard could possibly be. Hussie’s direct involvement suggests to that there’ll be some meta element to their escape – in which case, it's not really possible for me to predict what'll happen. Hussie could pull anything.

EB: maybe she could use some protection? maybe that is what Dave was just trying to do, when he temporarily died. EB: remember, jack is still on the loose! he has killed rose and dave once, and me twice. […] CG: […] IT'S A TOTAL NON ISSUE. JACK WOULDN'T HESITATE TO STAB YOU AGAIN, BUT HE WON'T HURT JADE FOR SOME REASON. […] CG: HE LINGERS AROUND HER UNTIL THE SCRATCH BEGINS AND I LOSE THE FEED, NEVER ONCE DOING ANYTHING THREATENING. [...]

And after the feed cuts out, Jack somehow finds his way into the troll session. I still don't have a clue what's up with that.

CG: [...] SHE SAYS SHE THINKS IT'S BECAUSE JACK INHERITED LOYALTY OF HER LUSUS.

Maybe Jade'll toss a steak into the Rift, or something.

[itzmasic]

OMG THANK Y’ALL SM FOR THE ATTENTION ON THE LAST POST!! I don’t have any full art pieces to share yet BUT I have small doodles!

the first on is an unfinished Impuse and Skizz drawing where I try to figure out designs for them

The seconded on is a doodle of Etho and Hatsune Miku

And the final one is a doodle of DDVAU CG and HG calling Mumbo and cub about telling them about their identities

AGAIN! Thank you guys sm for the attraction on the last post I worked very hard on it and I’m glad y’all enjoyed it!

[littl3-r0zes]

Agere Mumbo Headcanons

The tiniest inventor <3

He was Grian's caregiver for years before he started regressing, and he felt really guilty when he realized that he wanted to regress - (Grian was ecstatic, because he's been wanting to have playdates with a little Mumbo for a while, but felt weird saying anything) - He thinks that he's going to be a kinda older little, so does Grian, he's also hoping for that because it means he'll feel less guilty about not being able to take care of Grian - Sometimes he will, in fact, regress to an older age, but a lot of the time he regresses to something pretty young that he needs An Adult. - Mostly because he chews on everything. He will eat anything you put anywhere NEAR him. he needs 24/7 supervision and a padded room - He buys a miniature redstone contraption build kit for regressing before he regresses for the first time, mostly out of impulse knowing he has plenty to spare money wise and if he winds up not being able to regress he can just give it to Etho - He and Tango promptly eat half the parts before someone notices - He's sick and miserable for three days after that - Grian tries very hard to take care of him, but he's not a caregiver at heart and is, at best, a babysitter for an hour or two if nobody else is available. Most of the time he ends up regressing himself - Mumbo doesn't have a particular CG he prefers as far as he claims, but he's typically drawn towards Impulse and Pearl thanks to being apart of Boatem with him - Several times has he regressed old enough he didn't want a CG, adamantly shooed them away, and then regressed younger and gone crying to the nearest hermit - It's incredibly often that he will demand to see Grian while regressed, and if Grian isn't summoned Right That Instant he will pitch a fit - It varies from day to day whether it's cute how much he cares about his best friend or frustrating because Grian is straight up not available and nothing will get Mumbo to settle down - Grian compares him to Grumbot because of this, and Mumbo then has to learn that his son was built in another server without him while he was away and said son then promptly blew up that server - Grian makes him a Grumbot plush, and when he's old enough to use redstone safely but not old enough to be big, he starts building small redstone bits and bobs to put in it - After a few months, the Grumbot plush is an actual sentient Grumbot, except it's more child than any of the other ones ever were - Plush!Grumbot is delighted by little!Mumbo and little!Grian and calls them his brothers when they're regressed, but dads when they're not - Mumbo loves plush!Grumbot and will cry if he realizes he doesn't have it - He doesn't have designated agere clothes. Pearl suggested it one time and he freaked out at the idea of changing into something that wasn't his trusty, well tailored, perfect fabric suit that he has thirty copies of - He also isn't a big fan of messy activities like finger painting or playing in the mud, and will get upset if he gets dirty somehow - Super, super picky eater. A lot of the time he's determined to cook himself food he knows he'll like the texture of, and won't be allowed to because he's too little - He calls Grian "Gubba" because when Grian came around for the first time Mumbo regressed, he called him "Mubba", proclaiming that "Mama" (derived from "Mumma" and "Mum") were for CG Mumbo - The first agere gear he ever got himself was a very soft red crab plush that's the perfect size for cuddling and has big plastic eyes. His name is Louis and Mumbo loves him dearly

[hey-its-star]

help i formatted this as a numbered list and it wont let me get rid of the numbers

ask about the rtw AU!!! i have Questions :]

It seems like there’s a more official “hero system”, which HotGuy is a part of (having multiple people working for him who also worked for other heroes). Do you have plans for how that functions? Is CuteGuy an independent entity from that system? If so, why/how?

I’d love to know how some of the characters met, if it isn’t spoilers. Especially when it comes to people knowing secret identities, that’s always fun to learn about.

If you have any fun worldbuilding tidbits, I’m a huge nerd for setting details, especially in superhero aus

Thanks for all the questions! I was super nervous about posting so I'm glad that someone's taken interest in my silly little au. Onto the answers: 1. There is an official branch of the City's government dedicated to the heroes. Whether it be merchandising, medical help, or designing new equipment to test out in the field, it's all done in a building affectionately known as HQ. It's where Scar spends most of his time when he's not at the bakery/out on patrol. Grian likes to think that he's his own vigilante, independent of HQ, but they help him out a lot more than he thinks/knows.

2. Uh I haven't planned that one out too much, but out of the main friend group (Grian, Martyn, Joel, and Mumbo), Joel and Grian have known each other the longest, they met because Joel was dating Lizzie, who was Grian's sister. Also, Martyn knows Grian's identity as Cuteguy because they live together, and he accidentally came across Grian's amulet. (this is covered in this fic) As for Hotguy, the only people who know his identities are Ren and Doc, cause they're the only people that HQ trust not to spill that secret. And Scar met Grian because he was an almost daily customer at the bakery he works at

3. Honestly? Not really. I do wanna add some stuff about the way the hero system works though, simply because. A general rule is that, at any given time, there cannot be more than two heroes who must work together, and there must be one main villain for them to fight against. The only time more than one villain showed up, it caused both heroes to retire within a day. And also that by the beginning of Part 2 (cause its getting sectioned into two fics), there will have been four hero duos, including CG and HG. Don't wanna say who two of them are cause spoilers!! But the first (who were mentioned in the oneshot) were Impulse and Skizz, or Livewire and the Angel respectively. Honestly they're the least significant in the story, but it's just a cool little bit of trivia

[el-buzz]

Too much work!! :c

A Cg! Clay x Agere! Reader fic

This was sort of self-indulgent because I’m sort of in a spot where I seriously have to focus on schoolwork which obviously can be really draining so I tried to scrap this together whenever I had free time :D

(^such a lie I did all this when I should’ve been doing work or sleeping dinwhdjsjdh)

it’s not the best but I wanted to feed myself and anyone else interested in cg! Clay

Again it’s mostly kiddo at start but then goes into more toddler/babyish reader at the end

3.1k+ words :D!! (Yeah I traded quality for quantity 😭😭)

Cross posted on Ao3 at Soft_Buzz!!

Let's just say you haven't been having the best month. Seriously, it hasn't been easy to stay happy, but you really do try your best! It's not your fault that everything just seems like too much. You wanted to help Clay with his tasks. You know, help a loved one out! Unfortunately, the paperwork and amount of tasks you had were overwhelming. Checking the safety of the old gold courses, the amount of food left before needing to send another party out for scavenging, and even the functionality of the new security that had been set up was draaaaaaaining.

Sure you did have Clay to help you out with the accounting, buuuut by the time you were done with everything, you were just too tired to even function!! At least the praise he would give you provided you with some energy and motivation. You genuinely have no idea how Clay seems to find joy in any of this and even has the energy to participate in other activities like his sad book club. You weren't barely even able to spare time to read for funsies or scrapbook at all!

Currently, you were doing the most simple of reports in the admin building, but your brain just will not budge. You just can't concentrate or recall any information at all. You read parts of paperwork, but gosh it all just seems like mumbo jumbo to you. Poor you, staring at the paper desperately hoping for things to align and make sense, but you were just so tired and irritated too!!

All this serious business was genuinely so not your forte, but you wanted to impress Clay by helping him out. But clearly, your plan wasn't working out too well... You didn't want to disappoint him. You wanted him to be proud of you and tell you how good you've done!!

Overwhelming guilt got a hold of you, and tears began to spill down your cheeks. You just wanted a break. You needed a break. You couldn't handle this. It was too much. Gosh even your skin felt like too much and chewing on one of your fingers clearly wasn't helping. The pen in your hand shook from your hold. Your breath hitched, and it started to get hard to breathe. Ignoring your tears, you decided to try to continue the report with shaky handwriting. Tears fall onto the fresh ink. You tried to clean them off by swiping away, but you only managed to smudge the ink and ruin the report.

That was your last straw. Nope no no no. You whined. As you start taking in your situation, you begin to sob. You throw your pen and crumble the stupid report out of frustration. You just couldn't anymore. You sniffled and tried to hold back your emotions. The last thing you wanted to do was make a mess that you would have to clean up. You let the tears fall as you hiccup and bring your legs up to your chest.

Unfortunately, your state doesn't improve when you hear the door of the admin building creak open. Shoot shoot shoot. You panic as you try to get rid of your tears by rubbing them off with your hands. You quickly get back to sitting correctly and try to hide your face from view. The last thing you wanted was for Clay to see you like this.

"Heyy Y/n," Clay says as he enters. From the sound of his tone, he clearly had his usual upbeat smile. "You've seriously got to try that new cheese combo that Viva made. It's killer" He takes note that you're quiet and really focused on some paperwork. "Okay.. you're focused. I respect that." You sniffle. "Wait a minute.. Are you sick? Is that why you aren't talking? Your throat hurts or something?" You tremble as he starts to walk over to you and reaches to feel your forehead. Well, you tried..

You look up at him and start to tear up again. "Woah? Hey, what's going on? You're kinda freaking me out?" The concern is evident on his face, and your heart warms at the thought of him being attentive to you. But gosh were you also scared to death right now, and to make matters worse, you started to feel that fuzzy headspace encase your mind.

You whine, not sure of what to say to him, and open your arms for a hug while hiccuping. "Can I have a hug? P-please?" Your voice cracks as you speak.

Clay sighed and took you in his arms, hugging you tightly. "There, there. Take your time," he soothed, rubbing your back. "It's okay, now. I'm here. You've got me." After a few minutes, and a bit of protest from you, he pulled away and wiped the corners of your damp eyes with his thumb, smiling with much love and care in the world.

By now your breathing had evened, and all you had left was some sniffling. "Now..," Clay starts as he caresses your cheek, "Do you want to talk about it?"

You pout and look down while fidgeting with your fingers. After a few seconds, you nod. "It's just..." you bring your thumb up to your mouth, "too mush."

Clay tilts his head at that. "What's too much?" He questions as he runs his hand through your hair and reaches into his pocket for a lollipop that Viva had given him earlier.

"Work!" You whined before sniffling and rubbing your hand against your nose.

"You feel overwhelmed because of your tasks?" Clay questions you softly as he removes your thumb from your mouth and hands you a lollipop. As you take it from his hands, you whine and nod. "Oh baby...," he mutters as he caresses your face, "but I thought you liked doing them?" You put the lollipop into your mouth and try to calm yourself before speaking again.

"I did..," you look up at him, "I wanted to help you. I really did!" You exclaim at him, but then start to look away with teary eyes. "B-but, then everyfing kept piling up an- and I was tired and started being slow and getting distracted and suddenly I barely had any time for myself!"

Clay just sighs softly and pulls you onto his lap when you finish speaking. "Why didn't you tell me any of this sooner?? We could've sorted the problem out before it got this bad." He questions you.

You bit your trembling lip while still looking away from him. "Didn wanna upset you," you pouted as you felt yourself fall into a younger mindset.

"Oh honey, you know you'd never disappoint me. I love you too much to ever feel that way towards you."

"No even a lil?" You ask while looking up at him in awe.

"Not even a lil," he answered with a reassuring smile while leaning in to kiss your forehead.

"The only thing that really disappoints me is the fact that I never realized you felt this way," He gives you a tight squeeze and nuzzles your neck. You return his embrace with new tears rolling down your cheeks. You tighten your hold scared that if you don't, you might just fall apart.  The both of you stay quiet for a moment as he hugs you and whispers sweet nothings into your ear while rubbing your back. You hiccup and sniffle, but you don't dare to loosen your hold. Not that Clay minded. He'd been concerned for you and just wanted to give you the best comfort he could provide.

After calming down, you loosen your hold. Clay cups your face with both of his hands and starts littering your face with kisses. You persist on moving away from him but he keeps his hold on your face.

"Hmno.!.. M' icky!" You snuffle.

"Hmm true... but when has that ever stopped me?" He questions with a smug smile on his face. Your silence answers him for you. "Exactly. But you do have a point," Clay states as he grabs a tissue or two from the desk. "Here." He brings it up to your face and helps you blow your nose. "There we go. Much better now right?" He then chucks the dirty tissue into a trash can.

"Mhm, fank you!" You smile back at him while.

"No problem, baby." He responds and boops your nose, which gets a giggle out of you.

"You know.. you do such a good job all the time, but you clearly need a break and that's okay. So..," Clay picks you up. "That's what we're gonna do. Take a break."

You start squirming in his hold. "Buh wah bout tha wok?!?" You babble while reaching out for the report you had started to redo earlier. Clearly that desperate need to be a sort of workaholic kicked in.

"Ah ah ah," Clay tuts you while bouncing you in his arms, "shhh about that now. We're taking a break. End of discussion." He asserts while petting your head as you pout.

"Plus someone is clearly too small to be doing big adult work. Looks like I've got a little baby on my hands " He says while cooing at you and pinching your cheeks. You were about to whine and complain, but a quick peck on the cheek quieted you right up. "Hm much better."

"Gesss it wouldn huwt," you mutter and start to cling to Clay.

"No it wouldn't," Clay reaffirms to you while making your head rest on his shoulder. Clay opens the door. "Hang tight. We're going back to your pod for some little time okay?"

"Mkay." You wrap your limbs around him and hide your face in the crook of his neck. Gosh if anyone saw you right now, you'd just combust from embarrassment.

Sensing your unease, Clay gives you a kiss on your head and starts to pat and rub your back. "Don't worry we'll be there before you know it." You just respond to him with a soft whine and start to fidget with the stick of your lollipop.

•••

When you get inside your pod, Clay walks past the living room and into your bedroom. He set you down and your bed and gives you your stuffie. Now with you focused on your lil buddy, Clay takes the opportunity to get you a comfortable set of clothes. He comes backs, and you let him help you into them. Clay can't help himself and decides to tickle you to get a giggle out of you, which works of course. You squirm and playfully fight back. He soon stops and chucks your big kid clothes into a laundry basket.

"Ok, now how about you get your little stuff and toys out while I set up a play area in the living room?" He asks while turning back to you.

"Yeah!!" You jump up and start to get your stuff from under the bed.

"Alright," Clay chuckles and pats your head before getting some soft blankets, pillows, and some stuffies and exiting the room.

You, very enthusiastically, search through your stuff trying to pick out some of the things you want such as your paci, a sippy cup, and some stim toys! When you were done, you put everything back in the box as neatly as you could and shoved it under the bed.

You quickly run out of the room with newfound enthusiasm and everything in your hands, maybe dropping a toy or two on your way over. But it's okay! You'll come back for them, probably.

In the living room, Clay has now set up blankets and arranged the pillows on the floor and couch. He had also quickly grabbed some grapes from the fridge and put them in a bowl on the coffee table. Now, Clay pulled out some paper and crayons that you had stored in one of your cabinets, in case you felt like drawing or scribbling. He just wanted to make this a good experience for you!

Clay looks up and sees you running over to him, "Careful there. You don't wanna fall over and get hurt." He chuckles.

"Nah I won-" you begin to brush him over before you stumbled over and start to fall over, making you drop all of your stuff.

"Woah!!" Clay quickly places down the blank paper and hurries over to catch you before you fell hard.

You whine and look down with a frown due to the random scare and dropping everything.

"Oh chin up, sweetheart." He speaks softly while taking out the bare lollipop stick and replacing it with your pacifier, which you happily took. "Just a lil scare but you'll always be safe with me. Let me take me take care of this"

You whine and shake your head. "Hmno! I help!" You remark and start to get on with the business of picking up your mess like the very independent kiddo you desperately wanted to be.

"Hey! Nope no c'mon..." Clay picks you from under your armpits like, one might with a cat, and then settles you right on his hip.

You look at him with an apparent frown and pout. "I help."

"No. Not today. Let me do this for you. Let me take care of my baby." He caresses your cheeks before giving a few pecks on the forehead and cheek.

"You may want to be a big kid, but you definitely need to be small. Just want to show you a token of my appreciation for the hard hard work you've been doing, yes?" He looks as your for further confirmation.

You sigh. "Okay.., jus fo today," you mumble slightly upset, but you wrapped yourself around Clay anyway. He smiled before humming and getting to work, which honestly helped you relax and start to nod off. The pacifier in your mouth just helped to make everything feel fuzzy and sleepy..

Once done, Clay set you down the floor on top of the blankets and pillows. You plop yourself right on top of them and start to make grabby hands at one of your stuffies on the couch. Happily, Clay hands it over to you and you begin to snuggle your buddy. He coos at the cute sight in front of him, causing you to blush but be more playful.

"Gosh you are so adorable, hun. How did I end up with the world's cutest baby?" He pinches your cheeks, and you just smile and babble back him. "Who's the cutest baby? Huh? Huh? Is it you?" He tickles and nuzzles you. You kick your feet in the air and tap your chest with one of your hands. "Yeah, that's right! You are! You're the cutest one!"

You move onto your tummy and crawl over to the stimmy toys that you had brought with you. They are in such pretty colors. Clay sits down beside you and follows along and entertains your little antics. Doing little things like grabbing a toy, showing you how to use it, and handing it over for you to try it too! Unfortunately, you start to be impulsive and play a little too rough with them by grabbing and throwing them against the ground. Seems like the both of you might have underestimated the extent of your regression. Woops...

"Looks like we gotta make a change of plans huh lil bub?" He pushes the toys away from you, but you whine and reach out for them, almost dropping your pacifier in the process. "You're too small to be playing with these right now. Oh look!!" He hands you your stuffy from earlier. "This friend wants some cuddles. C'mon give him a big big hug!" He made an example of him hugging an invisible teddy and you followed suit.

As you were busy tending to your teddy, Clay made sure to move the smaller and harder toys away from you. He didn't want you getting hurt or accidentally breaking something because of some rough playing or you putting things where they shouldn't go. Instead, he surrounds you with soft textured stuff like your blankets and stuffies.

When he was done, he decided to offer you some of the grapes he had gotten. "You want some bubba?"

You gasp and nod. "Mhm mhm I wan pleaseeee!!"

"Here you go," he gives you a few, and you happily start chewing and eating them.  You even pretend to feed you stuffie. Hey, they get hungry too! Clay chuckles and then gives you a kiss on the forehead.

After a while of playing with your fluffy friends, you start you feel your eyelids and head droop a little. You look at Clay and tug at his sweater.

"Hm?"

"eep..." You whine and rub your tired eyes.

Clay takes in your state and pulls you onto his lap. "I see." He slides one of his hands up and down your back. "You want some warm tea?" He whispers and you nod softly.

"Sippy or bottle?"

"Baba.." you manage to mutter. A small pout forms on your lips. If you were to be honest, you'd admit that you were a little upset over regressing to a younger state than you would've liked.

Clay gets up and places you on the couch before walking away and into the kitchen to make you some tea.  You get comfortable and bury yourself under a the blankets, looking all snug like bug.

By time Clay came back with the tea in a baby bottle, your pacifier looked like it was about to fall out of your mouth. Chuckling to himself, he takes it and places it on the coffee table. He carefully moves you, so he can sit beside you. You start to wake up a little and start to whine while making grabby hands at him.

"Shh shh, I've got you." He grabs you and moves you onto his lap to comfortably feed you your babas.

You snuggle up against him and rub your face on his torso. He brings the bottle up to your lips and you take it into your mouth. The soft and warm feeling of the tea fills you and makes you feel ever so small yet happy.

Clay starts to hum and pat your side while holding the bottle up for you. You lightly place one of your hands on top of his and he caresses your soft cheek.

After a while, you were close to finishing the bottle, but sleep seemed to win over you. Clay noticed this and placed the bottle on the coffee table. He moved, so he could be laying down with you on top of him. Clay placed your stuffy in your arms and wrapped his arms around you.  Smiling at the sight of you before him, he gives you one last kiss on the head.

Author’s Note:

Lowkey, I felt like I was yapping after reader and Clay left the admin building. I just desperately wanted to reach 3k words for some reason aghhh and I so missed the opportunity to have Clay read to the reader

I had originally planned to make this into two separate parts but honestly I just wanted this over with so it is definitely rushed but comme ci, comme ça (at least I finally made a fanfic that I actually go all the way through to finish woo!! 🎉‼️)

[starry-907]

starry swap au woagh

"starry what is this swap au day was friday" yep! and i was late because of work and school so shush and sit down because i'm gonna give you the rundown of my swap au

so who swaps with who?

The basic gist of this au, the "main swap" so to speak, is that the cg have swapped with the hollowheads! there are other swaps it's just that swap is the one that started the au as a whole

here's the designs that i've worked out so far (i haven't done the mercs yet because i don't have much of a basis of design for them right now)

character info under the cut because it's gonna get long haha (i have more info i can give but you'll need to ask me about it cuz i want to talk more about this au!!!!!)

to start with:

alan has swapped with programmer021, who is a 3d modeller trying to work in blender on animating, using both 3d animation and grease pencil (moreso 3d animation, but the 2d animation is nice to get out frustration and oh those sticks are coming to life)

the computer crew came from an old file on programmer's computer that had been sent from a friend of a short stick figure animation with four hollowheaded sticks. sv finds the file during ava 4 and kinda wakes up the hollows. friendship ensues

the computer crew (ss!cg)

silver (victim swapped with blue)

technically the oldest of the computer crew due to having been drawn first in their file, silver is the sort who seems a bit cold and aloof to outside observers, but her family is more than able to easily read their subtle expressions. she often uses her neutral expressions to her advantage to poke fun at people who aren't as familiar with them. enjoys cultivating flowers and trees, as well as making potions.

charcoal (chosen swapped with green)

the second oldest of the computer crew and technically silver's twin (having been copied and pasted from the original drawing symbol of silver), charcoal is more than happy to take charge when it's needed. however, sometimes this desire to lead can turn into overconfidence, which can lead to a bit of a prideful fall. they enjoy messing around with noteblocks, as well as creating complicated pixelarts (that often get knocked down thanks to a certain bright red and orange duo)

cherry (dark swapped with yellow)

the third oldest of the computer crew, cherry has an endlessly curious mind, but often lacks the self-control to keep from doing more... dangerous activities. if you don't hear from him for at least an hour you probably want to go find him. he can often be found messing with redstone, and gets a kick out of figuring out new uses for tnt and end crystals (often accompanied by getting dragged away from their newest creations by charcoal or silver) (basically where canon yellow would watch mumbo jumbo or zedaph, cherry would watch docm77)

amber (second swapped with red)

the youngest of the computer crew, amber might seem a bit airheaded sometimes. truly when they get into trouble though, they often are able to come up with the most out there plans to get out of said trouble. this doesn't stop them from running into danger headfirst though (and often suffering the consequences...). when not drawing as a hobby, they often work on building up new structures for their family to use.

(also for reference ages are swapped/changed as well, so silver and charcoal are both 15, cherry is 14, and amber is 13)

the powered colors (ok i don't have a cool name for them)

prey (blue swapped with victim)

the eldest of the sticks made by [insert username here], prey was made to be nothing more than a punching bag, and nearly died as nothing more than a punching bag, choosing to use her second chance for vengeance. she runs nightshade corp with a warm smile and polite demeanor, but that warm smile can just as easily turn cruel when "testing" her newest concoctions on those she needs information from.

The Champion (green swapped with chosen)

made for a challenge, champion quickly lived up to that goal. champion has a strong sense of right vs wrong, which is why he attacked the websites of humans but changed his mind after seeing that he and hive were hurting other sticks. he has many powers, but his preferred power is his wind abilities! he likes sneaking into music venues sometimes to listen to performances in his free time. (champion has roughly the same power set as chosen, but again he prefers to use his wind powers over the other elements)

The Hive Queen (yellow swapped with dark)

made in an attempt to contain champion, hive instead forged a sibling's bond with her target, the two of them running to the outernet. while champion slowly lost interest in striking back at humanity after seeing the sticks they were hurting, hive thrived in the destruction, enjoying watching the traitorous sticks that lived with humans flee. when not destroying or annoying her older brother, hive works on making various technological creations, her magnum opus currently at the forefront... (hive has more electrical powers)

The Second Victor (red swapped with second)

coming into being by pure accident, sv quickly forged a bond with the computer crew, managing to arrange for him and the cc to stay on programmer's computer in exchange for 3d modeling help. sv can sometimes be a bit more cautious compared to his friends, but when caught up in the moment he's all impulse. despite not showing any sign of powers like champion or hive, he has had the ability to bring 3d creations to life... and a gap in his memory from the showdown...

(again, ages have been changed/swapped for narrative clarity, so prey is 22, champion is 21, hive is 17, and sv is 13)

"what about the avm sticks?"

well this one's a bit more complicated, so let's try to explain that one

Gold -> Purple

gold lived with their dad, a well-known fighter, until their dad got sick and sadly passed. in the aftermath of his passing they could feel everyone's expectations on them, the weight of their father's legacy. they couldn't take it anymore and eventually ran away to a computer that happened to have a minecraft game open. they accidentally saved some villagers and became crowned by them. it was nice to not have any previous expectations on them.

instead of betraying the cc for power, instead gold is a bit of a coward, tending to run away when things start to get hard or overwhelming. honestly the fact that they stuck around purple for so long is testament to how much they believed in purple's words.

speaking of purple....

Purple -> King

purple goes with their mother to the fair, and the workers allow the two of them to go into the minecraft simulator together. but things go wrong, and in an effort to save her child, orchid throws purple through the safety doors before they close and she gets sucked back into minecraft. purple refuses to believe their mother is gone though, and is determined to rescue her from minecraft's code, even if they have to tear it apart line by line... (a ghost lingering around them watches mournfully).

also they totally think gold is older than they actually are cuz gold's pretty tall for a 15 year old.

(gold is 15, purple is 19)

so the avm swap is kinda a circle swap? gold -> purple -> king -> orchid -> gold.

and now for other characters that i don't have designs for yet

the mercs

I decided to swap them with fanon characters because i thought it'd be interesting to see:

agent swaps with freedom guy

hazard swaps with hangman

primal swaps with the one

ballista swaps with the [selected]

[duraznita-frescante]

🌱 — “and then we’ll have breakfast in the morning.”

⇒ regressor! grian & cg! mumbo

⇒ word count: 994

⇒ summary: the night mumbo tells grian he’s taking a break

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🌿 — my first tumblr fic hee hee this was written soooo long ago but I fixed it up some and I think it still holds up. just some good ol hurt comfort short and sweet. enjoy!!!

“What do you mean you’re leaving?”

Mumbo let out a shaky sigh. 

“Not for forever, just… Just for a while,” he tried. 

“That’s not— where? Where could you possibly go?” Grian asks frantically. 

“There’s much more out there than Hermitcraft, Gri, I want to see it, I need something different,” he tries to explain what he barely understands himself. 

“But— But…” Grian is overwhelmed, Mumbo could see it clear as day and he knew his birdy would be as well. 

“I’ll be back, I promise. I just need to clear my mind, work on myself, by myself,” Mumbo tried, not sure if he even fully believed himself . 

“When?” The winged man asked with a slight bite in his tone. He didn’t mean it, Mumbo knew he didn’t mean it. 

“Tomorrow night,” he answered as if it were an apology. It was just long enough to get everything sorted but short enough that he wouldn’t change his mind from now until then. 

Grian’s face screwed up in that particular way that Mumbo knew what was to come. He came close to quickly crashing little, barely opening his arms before being crashed into, wings enveloping him on either side. Soft sniffling followed shortly after. 

“Don’t keep your sad in, darling, you know I don’t like it when you hold back the tears,” Mumbo sighed, tugging Grian up and into his arms. The poor thing clung to him and let out choked cries. 

“It’ll be okay, sweet thing, I promise,” He comforted. 

Grian shook his head into Mumbo’s shoulder, “It can’t!” He cried. 

Mumbo smiled sadly. So dramatic, he would have said if Grian’s dramatics were not so sincere as they were now. 

“Yes, it can, darling, and it will. You have so many friends here to be with you and take care of you,” Mumbo began to choke up as well. 

A selfish, cowardly part of him had hoped that he didn’t have to deal with this part. That he wouldn’t have to go through the hurt of explaining to his baby that his caregiver was leaving for a very long time. But as much as it would hurt him, he knew it would hurt Grian about a hundred times more. 

“They’re not you! I need you.” Grian was a mess after that, all snot and tears. 

“I know, I know,” Mumbo responded softly. The little was far too small and upset to listen to reason anymore. Every little hiccup for air and rough sob made him want to take it all back, tell his birdy that it was all a cruel joke and that he’d never do such a horrible thing as leave his birdy all alone. 

But he couldn’t. Not for Grian. Not for himself. 

“You want a bath? Hm? When was the last time you groomed your wings?” Mumbo began to ask as Grian’s sobs turned to harsh hiccups. 

“Um… I— I dunno…” the younger mumbled. 

“That’s alright, let’s get you all nice and clean for bed,” Mumbo walked them both over to their master bathroom, setting a now regressed Grian down on the toilet lid, and began to run a warm bath for his birdy. 

Grian whined as Mumbo took his time checking the water temperature, leaving his side. 

“Oh, we can’t have that, shh…” Mumbo stood over the younger and held his face gently with his hands, rocking slightly to try and calm the little best he could. Once the water was getting near the top, he shrugged off his suit jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his button-up. 

“Ready?” He asked quietly. 

Grian silently raised his arms in response, allowing Mumbo to undress him and place him in the bath with no fuss. Very uncharacteristic of the little, but Mumbo wouldn’t comment, he’s sure he has plenty on his mind right now. He took his time scrubbing over his partner as this would be the last time for a while. And oh that hurt so much to think about. 

“Close your eyes, darling,” Mumbo directed just as he had hundreds of times before. Grian quickly screwed his eyes shut, not wanting any water to run into his eyes. And just like hundreds of times before, Grains wings fluttered behind him as the water ran over his face, a deep-set instinct that never failed to make the both of them giggle. And today was no different, Mumbo sputtered as he was splashed with water and Grian laughed as if getting his caregiver soggy was the funniest thing in the world. 

“You always do this! I don’t know why I think it’ll be any different!” Mumbo exclaims with a smile. 

“You should have just come in here with me, then your clothes wouldn’t be ruined,” Grian shoots back, obviously ageing back up a bit enough to say full sentences without bursting into tears. But Mumbo knew better than to assume he was big again. He also knew that Grian was most definitely taking the “suppress my feelings until the problem is gone or until I physically cannot anymore” route to cope with his announcement of leaving. 

Mumbo wondered if he could even help him through that before he left, but he severely doubted he could. He’ll have to talk to Xisuma about it, to make sure Grian doesn’t spiral. 

“My clothes aren’t ruined, just a bit damp,” Mumbo explained carefully, not wanting to say anything to upset his little one any further. The wrong amount of teasing might just push him over the edge and devolve into tears once again.  

Eventually they finished up and Mumbo wrapped Grian in a fluffy towel and they spent the rest of the night sitting together by lamp light. Just as the oil began to burn up and the flame was about half as bright, a quiet voice piped up. 

“Don’t leave,” it begged. 

“I’ll be right here all night, Gri,” the other responded. 

“And then?”

“… and then we’ll have breakfast in the morning.”

[juicezone]

Hi! Hope you're having a good day. Was wondering if you could do Little!Mumbo with CG!Scar? Scar loves to spoil and cuddle his littles, very touchy and gift oriented. Mumbo's just happy to be there and babble, cuddle into his caregiver and play! - 👒

This pose was inspired by the event i went to a while ago where the world's most wiggly four year old was bound and determined to find a way to both sit in his mom's lap AND also on the floor. I think Scar def knows how to hold someone in his lap ofc, but you know what? sometimes you just got a little wiggly boy!! Scar ofc gave Mumby his little redstone-paci, and rn he's pretending to have NOOOOOO clue who could possibly be trying to wiggle their way into his lap!!!

Check my pinned if you’re interested in sending in an agere/related art request ^^!

DNI if nsfw/K!NK/ur blog isnt safe for a kid

[hermit-agere]

Mumbo and Grian are the best sewers on the server. However, they've been making their own 'zoo' for little Scar! They sew mobs in Minecraft, like Scar's beloved 'farmyard friend' and even hostiles ones so Scar isn't scared of them as much. Never Zombies though.

Yeah! Each of the little mobs they sew has a little heart stitched somewhere. Some mobs have it in their palm, some have it on their torso somewhere, some on their legs, etc.

Scar always likes finding the lil heart for the first time each time! He excitedly shows them the heart when he finds it!

Also little scar is definitely afraid of zombies, except for one particular zombie. Cleo.

At one point Cleo was the only person around when Scar slipped and got really upset and Cleo couldn't just leave him. Scar was really afraid at first but Cleo managed to calm him down and show the little guy that he doesn't have to be afraid of them.

Scar then got really attached to Cleo, even calling her "mama" at some point.

Cleo is the only zombie scar tolerates when little and the only zombie that doesn't make him upset. She actually brings him a lot of comfort!

[2uhhyatko2]

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

[cassandracrazionz]

November 1 - CG/Grian

Mumbo walked to the door, peering through the eyehole. The ring of the doorbell still echoed in the air, causing his concern to increase. 

There at the door was Grian, head down. Mumbo could see that he had flown here in a tizzy, hair messed up by harsh winds. His wings were visible, twitching weirdly and some feathers looked like they were melting into purple goop. 

“Grian! What happened?” Mumbo hurriedly threw the door open to shake his friend. 

Grian didn’t look down when he heard Mumbo’s voice but he was not looking at him either. “The creatu-“ Grian interrupted himself with a yelp of pain. “They didn’t get rid of it! Mumbo-“ Another groan of pain. “help.” 

Mumbo didn’t know what to do. Seeing Grian in pain hurt but what could Mumbo do? He didn’t know what stopped the ‘creature’ when it happened that Halloween. 

“How did they stop it last time?” Mumbo helped Grian onto the couch for more comfort. 

Grian’s eyes slightly glazed over for a moment before they snapped back into focus. “Call Tango- he’ll know what to do- I think.” 

The moment Grian finished his sentence, his eyes glazed over and an unearthly scream ripped from his throat. The voice was off, sounding more like feedback from a microphone. 

His whole body shook in panicked fear but Mumbo managed to get Tango on the phone. 

“Mumbo? What’s u-“

“Come to my house quickly! The thing from Halloween is back and Grian’s in pain!”

There was silence on the other side before Tango replied. 

“On my way.” And the call ended. 

The time between the end of that call and Tango’s hurried arrival was hell for the two friends. Mumbo kept his distance from Grian’s sweeping wings that kept flapping haphazardly, loose feathers and purple goop that flew around. Grian was having a significantly harder time. Fighting Motherspore for control was taking a toll on Grian’s mental capabilities. 

So when Tango arrived, he was greeted with a smaller reenactment of Halloween, with the unfortunate lack of an Emerald Soldier.

“Mumbo! Are you okay?” 

A thumbs-up could be seen from behind the fallen table. “I’ll be fine. How do we stop… this?”

Tango cast around the room desperately for a solution. His gaze landed on a chair near Mumbo. “Mumbo! Could you try to use the chair and trap Grian under it? Just keep him in one place for me to burn the thing off him.”

At the word burn, Mumbo kinda froze. “Will Grian get hurt?” 

Tango shook his head in response. Then with his fingers, the countdown started. 

Mumbo hefted the chair over his head, yelling and running towards ‘Grian’. The latter turned to look at him, eyes flashing between clarity and a chalky fog. “Sorry!” Mumbo brought the chair down, trapping ‘Grian’s’ arms and wings between the chair legs. 

‘Grian’ struggled, kicking his legs, swinging his arms and flapping his wings. It was all to no avail. 

Tango didn’t miss his chance. The creature possessing Grian noticed his presence. Knowing its possible downfall was arriving, ‘Grian’  struggled harder but Tango was faster. 

In the next few moments, Grian was limp on the floor, the purple goop glued onto his wings losing its stickiness and sliding off. 

Tango leaned against the wall, overcome from the effort. He locked eyes with Mumbo, who looked pale as a sheet. 

That was certainly going to be a long day.