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(reupload from uhhyatko) Day one of mumscarian week 2024!! Soooo exciting!!! Day 1 - prank

This year I want to focus on not just romance in the most romantic way with kisses, cuddles and sparkling eyes, but more on the regular times in between all of that and the prompts this year are just ideal for it! So, day one is about their perimeter giggles and shenanigans, when emotions from mumbo’s return are still vibrant and strong and everyone just wants to do something crazy together like in old good days

Time: 5 hours of drawing + 2h of initial planning

[rosenbergamot]

if you could understand me (CH.1)

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

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

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

The humans don’t know he speaks their language. 

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

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

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

That was a long time ago, though…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Small one is still looking at him. Challenging him.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Holy shit I killed him. 

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

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

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

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

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

But he wants to hear them! How selfish!

He swims a little bit closer. 

“Stay back!” The small one barks.

He stops. A beat passes. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Alright, now Scar’s confused.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s not an animal!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And mermaids are basically human!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[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 :) )

( @mumscarianweek )

[atherix]

“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

[turnthefrigginfr0gsgay]

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.

[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.

[halfapersob]

Grian yawned, stretching his arms over his head. He looked out to the stars in front of him. “You ready Mumbo?”

Grian stood, walking towards his friend, nudging his foot when he didn't respond. “Mumbo?”

 Mumbo sat up, banging his head on a metal pipe. “Oww,”

“Pfft” grian held in a snort, covering his mouth with his hand.

“This is pants,” Mumbo muttered, sliding out from underneath the control panel. He rubbed his forehead. “We should be good to go, now”.

Grian held his hand out, helping mumbo up.

“Great, I don't think our guy would appreciate tardiness”. Grian powered on the ship, flicking switches, its muscle memory now. The ship hummed, the dim lights turned back on. Grian looked down at the planet they were approaching, blues and greens swirled together with the pinks and oranges. It was beautiful. Space would never not amaze him.

Mumbo took the controls and landed the ship, grian slipped his jacket on, pulling his arms though the sleeves. He grabbed his mask, securing it over his face. The ship relaxed as it shut down.

Grian went through his mental checklist before they went out to meet the person who hired them.

A meow interrupted his thoughts. He stopped where he was standing, staring at the small creature in front of him. “Uhh, Mumbo… do we have a cat?”

“What” his voice came muffled from the other room. Grian continued staring at the cat. It had 4 ears and 3 hazel eyes. 

Mumbo came up behind him. “Where, how? The door’s still closed.” he said bemused. Grian reached down to pet it but the cat hopped down from the chair, disappearing into a portal.

“Grian?”

“That, wasn't my fault.”

@ellalily @turnthefrigginfr0gsgay @totallynotagremlin

(@mumscarianweek )

[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.”

[bluiex]

Mumscarian Week Day 1: Nature/New Beginnings

AO3

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"Mumbo, we should go on a picnic."

Mumbo turned from his work, brushing off the redstone on his black dress pants, giving Grian a quizzical look.

"Right now?" He asks, a smile forming in his face.

Grian nods his hands wringing together behind his back, "And invite Scar?"

Oh. Mumbo raised his eyebrows in surprise, feeling his palms start to sweat with nerves. He cleared his throat and nods, walking up to Grian and pulling him into a hug.

"Do you think he'll be okay with it?" Mumbo says, vulnerable, a little shaky.

Grian nods against Mumbo's shoulder, pulling back to give a soft kiss to Mumbo's cheek, "I'm sure of it."

The two of them found their way to Scar's base, finding said man building away at his castle, doing some maintenance around the beautiful architecture of the entrances roof. Grian called out to him, cause Scar to jump, clutching onto whatever is in front of him and let out a shout before whirling around to see Mumbo and Grian both laughing.

"Guys! You can't scare a man while he's deep into his build!" Scar whines good naturedly, the grin on his face showing just how happy he is the two of them showed up.

"Take a break, join us on a picnic!" Grian calls out to Scar, who is still standing up on the overhang of the pointed roof. Mumbo beside him holds up the picnic basket waving it a little bit.

Scar's smile turns soft and he readies himself, jumping down causing his elytra wings to let him glide down and land in front of the two.

The three now find a spot on the outskirts of Scar's mega base, with a beautiful view of the castle behind them. Grian rolls out the red and white checkered blanket, Mumbo afterwards places the basket and starts taking out its contents. Grian sits down beside him, helping setting out the paper plates and materials to assemble the sandwiches.

Scar hesitated a second, unsure where to sit himself before deciding across from the two would be best. Letting his two friends, make the food together watching them with a smile. Answer back how he would like his sandwich made when prompted.

Their conversation never lapses, Scar going on and on about how annoying the castle is and trying to reason with them why castles are the absolute worst things to build. Grian giving his thoughts and imputs, expressing some concerns over Grumbot as well. Mumbo talks about how pleased he is with his vault, excitedly talking about his plans for the future of it.

Eventually, it delves into nonsensical things, joking and laughs. Mumbo and Grian look at Scar with loving smiles as he talks about Jellie, and some funny things she's done in the past week. One of which was popping one of the Jellie Balloons with a claw when she batted at it.

As the sun begins to set, and the conversation dies down into a comfortable silence. Mumbo reaches over and grabs Grian's hand giving it a light squeeze.

"Hey Scar." Grian says, breaking the silence.

Scar turns his head looking away from the sunset, eyes catching Mumbo and Grian's hands linked together, his smile faltering a bit before catching himself and looking at Grian's face head tilted in question.

"So Mumbo and I want to ask you something- You of course can say no! We wouldn't hold it against you we just-" Grian cuts himself off, taking a deep breath.

Scar started to look a little worried.

"It's nothing bad, we promise!" Mumbo adds in, reaching over with his free hand to squeeze Scar's knee reassuringly.

"We care about you Scar," Grian starts, "We adore you so much as a friend, but recently we've been thinking..."

"Scar, we love you a lot. As- As more than a friend. We would really be happy if you would join our relationship." Mumbo finishes, taking his hand away from Scar letting him take in what was just said.

Grian and Mumbo hold each others hands tightly, holding their breaths, feeling anxious.

Scar is stunned, silently looking at the two with wide eyes, a blush creeping its away across his cheeks. His breath hitches and he brings his hands up to his face, patting at his cheeks to try and stop them from burning. His heart was beating a mile a minute and he couldn't help the small grin forming on his face.

"Y-You're serious?" Scar asks, hands still on his face.

Grian and Mumbo let out a breathy laugh, adoring Scar's reaction. Grian moves first, sitting himself on the right side of Scar taking. He takes Scar's hand into his, "Yes of course we are!"

Mumbo moves as well, sitting on Scar's opposite side grabbing his hand there as well, "We love you Scar and it would mean the world to us if you'd be our boyfriend."

Scar makes a noise, beyond happy in this moment. He pulls his hands away and wraps his arms around the two pulling them into a tight hug.

"Yes! God you have no idea how long I've been waiting for this-" Scar stutters, shutting his eyes tightly feeling them well up with tears, so over joyed.

Grian and Mumbo return the hug tightly, content, excited to start their new life together. Just the three of them.

[bedazzledpiss]

Mumscarian Week, Day 1: Nature

This took me out of my comfort zone a lot and there are some things that look a bit off to me but I'm so proud of this :D

Close ups below the cut ✨

Also so I don't forget @mumscarianweek

[bluebblurry]

Just a little picnic for day 1! I know it’s not exactly nature but eh lol. I tried something new with no lineart and starting with the scenery first.

(Also I promise Scar’s there!! He’s just hidden behind a bush bc he’s in his wheelchair ahdjdj)

[redwrencreative]

Happy October friends! After a crazy summer, we’re curling up with an art challenge via @/bloodmilk and @/cchelseawwolfe over on Instagram—OctoberChrysalis!

The first prompt of the batch is Rise, which we’ve represented through a Rosy Maple Fairy waking up in their cozy ranunculus bed ✨

[mumscarianweek]

Mumscarian Week Spring 2024 (1st-7th of April)

A week dedicated entirely to celebrating the polyship between the characters of Grian, GoodTimesWithScar, and Mumbo Jumbo.

Prompts 2024: 

Day 1, 1st of April: Pranks / Powers

Day 2, 2nd of April: Elements / Stars

Day 3, 3rd of April: Minecraft Achievements / Other Video Games

Day 4, 4th of April: Food / Domestic Love

Day 5, 5th of April: Polyamory / Pride

Day 6, 6th of April: Clothes / Self-Care

Day 7, 7th of April: Lending a Hand / Recovery

Replacement prompts: New Traditions / Reflection / Long-distance

Rules:

Mumscarian must be the main ship depicted in the work, but other background ships are welcome too! All three of them do not need to appear in the work, as long as the relationship is explicitly between all of them.

There is no requirement for participants to fill multiple prompts You can participate on one day or you can participate on all of them, however many you want.

You can use one or both prompts for a particular day.

All fanworks are welcome! Some examples are fanart, fanfiction, webweaving, gifs, and needlework. Anything goes!

If you do not feel like using one of the prompts on a particular day you can use one of the replacement prompts instead. These can be used at any point during the week and will be reblogged alongside other prompts on the day they are posted.

If you are posting your works to AO3 please consider adding them to the Mumscarian Week 2024 collection!

If you want us to reblog your fanworks to the mumscarian week blog, please make sure to tag common triggers and NSFW on your work and keep these below a read more :)

If you would like to help us more easily reblog your fanworks to the  mumscarian week blog please use the main tag #mumscarianweek, as well as a tag to indicate what prompt you are using in the format #day1prompt, #day2prompt, #day3prompt, etc. If you are using one of the replacement prompts use the tag #replacementprompts

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We, @sparksnevadas and @braxiatel are happy to present the second rendition of mumscarian week! Participation was high last year, and we hope to see just as many or more of you posting, reblogging, and commenting on all of the amazing fanworks that are posted this year. Happy creating! 

Avatar by @goodtimeswithgrian

[dancingemotionsofmamaa]

Aysha .... #NOFILTER I was taking few random clicks to send it to her dadi and captured this .. This was clicked when she was 4 months ... ..And.. She was having her sun bath session🌞🌄 🕢 or say morning massage 😊😋 #DAY1PROMPT #WeAreRealMoms #Warm_NOV2017 #mashaallah #alhumdulillah Now the countdown begins .... Tick tick 9 More days to turn 1 Superexcited #birthday #love #care #babysunbath #babymassage #dancingemotionsofmama

[beautifleye]

The shame of it all

The shame of it all

Generally, an open book no need to truly share secrets Over expressing at times to somewhat of my demise Trying out different forms of artistic outlets Unfortunately failing at many

Uncomfortable in front of others Willing to be the representative to get my point across Taking a back seat so others may properly release Leads to crossed feelings of despair feeling as if no cares

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