#i love bat mumbo

[jalo-parker]

for the drawing requests, may we have a mumbo jumbo 🥺👉👈

Mumbo !!! Love this constantly anxious looking little fruit bat creature (my mumbo is actually a fruit bat vampire so kinda like Marceline from adventure time but more lame and sad)

He isn't always literally just a bat, only sometimes

[bellflower-goat]

Requests are open 👀 Perhaps my boy Mumbo?

-Curi

mumbo beloved

[rosenbergamot]

“Gri, how do you feel about Mumbo?” Scar asks one day as they’re cuddling against one another.

Scar’s legs have been hurting him more than usual, so Grian is taking it upon himself to massage them. He’s on the calves right now, planning very stealthily and sneakily to move up from calf to thigh to somewhere much less PG than this. He stops his massaging, fixes Scar with a look. 

“Why do you ask?” 

His grin is bright. “Oh, well… I was just thinking about him. He’s pretty cute, isn’t he?”

He could tell from his tone where this was going to go. The way his face starts to warm up is indicative of his answer, but he knows that Scar likes it when he actually tells him things even if he can always understand otherwise. “Well… of course he is. He’s Mumbo.” 

Scar leans in closer, urging him on with a nod. “Mhm? And?”

“And-- and I really like Mumbo, Scar. You know this.” 

“I do, I do!” He waves his hand. “But how much do you like Mumbo?” 

This makes him continue his massaging, if only to get away from those knowing eyes. Why now of all times does he bring this up? “I like him a lot, Scar.”

He bats his pretty eyes at him, “as much as me, Grian?” 

Deciding not to give that a response, he continues to talk. “I mean, I’ve known him for a long time, and I’ve always felt differently towards him. He’s… special to me. I can’t imagine my life without him. Can you imagine me without Mumbo? It’s sacrilegious, Scar! I wouldn’t survive! Heck, he wouldn’t survive!”

“Gri…” Scar’s voice is soft and syrupy. He reaches up to card a hand through his hair. That forces his eyes away from his legs, up to his face, and the way he smiles makes him melt. He leans into the touch. “Say, I like Mumbo a lot too. A lot a lot.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “How about we break the question to him?”

His mouth falls open. “You like him too?”

“Grian! Have you seen the way I look at him?” 

Oh. Now that he’s thinking about it, he absolutely has. Scar looks at Mumbo with a certain kind of reverence, a shine in his eyes, a longing that he hasn’t seen since the desert, since the two of them would lay centimetres apart underneath the desert moon. For having experienced that firsthand, he sure did forget what it looked like.

Oh, plus he also looks like he wants to devour Mumbo sometimes, a fact which he had attributed to him being a vex rather then him being insanely attracted to him. God. How much has he been missing?

“Huh.” And just like that, a smile starts to form on his face. “Let’s do it, then!” 

Scar cheers and pumps his fist, the movement jostling their comfortable position. He leans over, pressing a kiss to his cheek, warm and solid and sweet. “I didn’t think you were ever going to go for him! So proud of you, G.” 

He moves to kiss him again and Grian stops him with a hand to his chest. Scar pouts. He tries to put on as serious a face as he can muster. It doesn't really work. “Yeah, yeah, that’s all well and good, but how about we talk about you and Cub now?” 

Scar straightens up immediately, face screwing into something that Grian can only describe as dread. He checks his empty wrist, makes an astonished face. “Oh, goodness, would you look at that! I’m late for… for a meeting!” He rolls off of Grian, falls to the ground with a solid thunk. “And my legs feel so much better, Gri! It’s like magic. You’re so good at massaging them and I love you so much and I can't wait to have Mumbo be with us and-- goodbye have a good time!” 

He’s out the door before Grian can say anything to him.

That’s okay. He’ll get him next time. 

[randomheadcanons1234]

Even more random hermitcraft headcanons that I won’t elaborate

Bdubs He was once sick of getting told that he was short and wore high heels for the day at the end he had a concussion, a broken ankle and a promise to never where high heels again

Cub has replaced some of his teeth with metal

Docm has dressed up as a princess on multiple occasions for Doccy

Etho used to run up to people scare them and run away again. That stopped when he got shot by a gun, when he tried to pull this with Zedaph

False is the designated driver because she somehow knows every shortcut

Gem has killed gods before

Grian is that type of person who says that they can’t handle horror but fall asleep to true crime stories

Hypno used to sell Ballons, he can make animals out of them

Impulse has venomous claws, he has accidentally poisoned some of his friends because of this, he feels really guilty

Iskall builds really weird things for fun like a robot who has legs for hands, which has pink hair and talks about waffles. The hermits are concerned

Jevin can’t swim, he can float but if he tries to move he sinks

One time when joe was drunk he showed up in a god meeting and started to make yo mama jokes at them, many cried

Keralis has all the gossip even from servers where he isn’t even on

Mumbo has gotten drunk only once and that was the they he found himself in his base surrounded by Armourstands that had their legs cut off. And had the heads of his friends

Pearl eats cods in front of Grian

Ren has a collection of baby photos of his fellow hermits, no one knows how he got them

Scar has made flower crowns for all the hermits

Skizz used to be choir kid

Joel and Lizzie once came to a party where Joel wore a sparkly pink dress and Lizzie a green suit

When stress doesn’t know a word she just makes one up

For some reason tango loves bats

The reason why Beef goes by Beef is because middle school he only brought beef to school. After a while the other students and even the teachers started to call him Beef and that stuck. Now he just goes by Beef

Wels knows galactic

When Xb used to be a kid he ate dirt

Xisuma never takes his helmet off, so the hermits try to take it off themself all their plans fail though and they still don’t know how he looks

Zedaph used to be a part of the creepy pasta fandom

Cleo is the best dancer on hermitcraft

[ashenquill]

It's time to info dump about my character headcanons some moreeeee I love spreading my agenda on the internet hehe

Mumbo Killsalot Jumbo is one of those ambiguous types where you can't tell if he's actually a hybrid or not? Like, there's something a little bit... off about him. Something distinctly non-human. Also he's a really weird guy, which makes even less sense, because at this point hybrids are like 60% of the population, and nobody bats(ha) an eye at them anymore, so it's not like he needs to hide it. But he is, in fact, secretly a vampire. Or at least, he's 1/16th vampire or something like that. He just remembers this one guy named Vlad who he refused to believe was actually his great-grandpa because he's literally, like thirty? How on Earth would he have been old enough to father children with children with children? Mumbo started believing it when he saw him again ten years later and he hadn't changed in the slightest. Suddenly, the strict nobody open the curtains rule made a lot more sense.

Now, even though Mumbo is technically a vampire, his family is primarily human. The only reason they even have vampiric origins is because Great-grandpa Vlad got turned at the ripe age of 27, and wasn't about to abandon his wife over his new and very serious garlic allergy. She thought it was all one big prank he was pulling to get out of working on the farm, but after twenty years and seven kids, she realized that being a stay-at-home dad was definitely not taking the toll it should.

Mumbo and his immediate family have retained a few of the traits they inherited from Vlad, but it manifests in very mild coincidences. His mom is allergic to garlic and his dad has a strange Scarland-Princess-like affiliation with bats. Mumbo, meanwhile, really got the short end of the stick, as he can't expose his shoulders to sunlight without them miraculously burning (he's gone through more bottles of M-77 brand sunscreen than he'd care to quantify). Not to mention the insomnia! He'd be lucky to get two hours of sleep on an average night, and the fact that the only affect it really has on him is making his eyes look baggy is truly an injustice. Wasn't insomnia supposed to cause other serious health problems? How could he even complain about it if he wasn't constantly overtired? Rather inconvenient, that.

Don't ask my why I have so much lore for this guy when I don't even write him that often. It's just the Mumbo Jumbo allure, I guess

Here's some other fun facts:

Smells like iron/copper (metallic)

Book smart - special knowledge of redstone

Likes: cloud gazing, embroidery, old westerns/duels/guns, rubix cubes (only to look at though, bro can’t solve them for shit)

Dislikes: designing floor plans, social interaction, eye contact

Passions: philanthropy, travel

Habits/other details: Super fidgety like holy shit he never stops moving, picks at his nails and has lots of scabs & hangnails bc of it, he is littered with cuts and bruises of unknown origin, also usually covered in redstone & he mistakes his blood for it half the time, can’t tell if he’s ADHD, ASD, or both (deffo both)

Reactive to their environment - does not like to be around danger most of the time, would rather watch from afar, would rather not even watch tyvm, too bad he’s always a victim, #easytarget, your honor he’s just a wet cat

Special, plot-relevant skills: good w/ redstone, rich asf

Insomniac, also has RLS, always tired but it’s not very obvious, mostly just has dumb blonde moments, his intelligence would be 10% more if he actually slept, what the heck Vlad why'd you have to get bit by a vampire

[frozenjokes]

Rage Room (I’m Loving A Losing Battle, But I Can’t Quite Seem To Let Go)

in which aromantic scar finally tells his friends what’s been happening between him and Grian, and how he processes the space between them

“It’s just- not fair!” Scar smashed the bottle against the tile floor, the glass pelting the ankles of his reinforced pants.

Bdubs clapped behind him, though stopped when Scar turned around, visibly not in the mood. Admittedly he knew he was shooting low when he went on, but Scar didn’t care, “And I’m kind of pissed off about Etho! If the roles were switched, I would be there, and he said he’d be here last time he missed.”

“Oi,” Cleo cut in, about as unamused as Scar figured they’d be. “No friendly fire.”

“Is it really friendly fire if he’s not here.” Scar huffed, but Cleo knew better than to take his words at face value, and shut him up with a firm glare.

“And you better start talking before I make you pay for all of this.” Her words were rugged, but Scar knew she didn’t mean it, and he could take as much time as he needed. But really, if he was taking shots at Bdubs, he probably should cut to the chase. This was why they were here. This was why they had all made this pact in the first place.

“Grian is.” Scar started, stilted, “Sorry, Bdubs. I shouldn’t have said that. Grian won’t talk to me anymore. He doesn’t- want to talk to me.”

“What?” Bdubs said, eyes flying open, and yeah, no one here was really caught up with his whole.. situation. Anything that felt close to Mumbo he tended to avoid, and basically everything about Grian in the past weeks was Mumbo adjacent.. and also a little sensitive. Not something he was eager to talk about. Scar was more than a little pent up, and based on the expressions of concern across Cleo and Bdubs’ faces, it must have been pretty obvious. “Weren’t you guys hanging out nearly everyday for- I don’t know, it’s been a month at least, right? Did something happen? Hasn’t Grian been driving you around everywhere, too? You’ve sure been asking me a lot less.”

“Yeah. We were.” Scar spoke stiffly, picking up another empty bottle and spinning it in his hands. He chucked it at the wall, aiming at the newly set up targets Cleo had implemented a couple weeks ago. A good choice. Fit with the theme of the axe throwing/rage room combo. The bottle shattered near the bullseye, unsurprising, given their whole friend group had pretty tight aim. Still satisfying. “Until he went and fell in love with me.”

The memories burned like open wounds, like red, angry flesh, like sunburns on your eyelids, like the stinging smell of bleach. Cleo said something, some sort of assent, but Scar didn’t hear it, smashing two more bottles for release, though he didn’t feel any less like his ribs had been torn from his chest, hanging limply on hooks, dripping on his face from his place on the cold ground, bleeding out, dying, but never quickly enough.

“I don’t like labels, alright, you all know this, but Grian says aromantic, and that works for now, because I don’t love him like he loves me and that’s fine. That’s fine! That. Is. Fine.” Scar took a bat, needing something bigger, needing more release, and the old TV would work just fine, “And you know how I feel about dating. I like it. I like to get to know strangers, I like to feel things out, and I like to be close! But you know who I don’t like to date?” The question wasn’t meant to be answered. Scar swung his bat, splitting the TV screen with a satisfying crack. “Friends. Good friends. Friends that mean a lot, friends that I can’t afford to lose when everything goes to shit.”

Scar hit the TV a couple more times, physically battling away distress, “I was so afraid when he brought it up- dating. I was so afraid. I couldn’t just date Grian, because it would end and I would lose him and maybe he’d say we could still be friends and I would say yes! Yes, please, please can we still be friends, and he would say that’s okay, and then two weeks later he’d slam me with a message about ‘needing space’ and ‘not wanting to talk for a while’ and suddenly, suddenly my heart’s being ripped out of my chest and stomped on, but it would be fine, right? It would be fine, because after he’s taken his time, we could be friends again, and things could return to normal. No!” The TV was hardly satisfying to hit anymore, reduced to shattered glass and warped plastic under Scar’s assault.

“It never just. Goes back to normal. You try, and you try and you try, but they just can’t do it, they just can’t love you anymore, and suddenly your best friend is slipping away and there’s fucking nothing you can do about it. Because you dated them. Because you took things ‘to the next level,’ because you made something volatile without even knowing, and the next thing you know, it’s blown up in your face, and you’ve been completely blindsided again.” Scar’s arms shook, and gently, from behind, Cleo laid a hand on his shoulder, sliding down his arm to take the bat he was gripping so tightly. Scar let go when they touched his hands, but his teeth remained locked, grinding near painfully.

“Deep breaths, Scar. Breathe with me. Let me count for you,” and Cleo did, counting to five and back again, forcing Scar to take a step back. Scar wasn’t someone who particularly valued meditation or breathing; it was often too difficult to focus, especially alone, and he was easily frustrated knowing how he should be feeling, but Cleo had a way of grounding him, and when Bdubs was doing the same exercises at his side, Scar didn’t feel so stupid. And it did help. Fives minutes to breathe really did wonders sometimes; it was a shame Scar couldn’t quite manage to utilize the tool as effectively when he was alone. Not that he ever remembered to try.

And now it was quiet, and Scar was so vulnerable, and there was no more anger to hide behind, because it was all just sadness, stiff and aching so impossibly deep.

“I thought if we didn’t.. date.. I thought things could just be normal. That nothing would change. But every awful thing just got expedited- he doesn’t want to see me, he doesn’t want to talk to me- he needs space, he said he needed space, but I know what that means now.” Scar had to sit down, and Bdubs joined him, Cleo standing close by. “I feel so helpless. And it didn’t even matter. I just wish I knew so badly, so I could have said yes, so at least we might have had a chance before it all went to shit. I could keep my friend a little bit longer. I wish I understood how he felt. I wish I felt what he felt. Maybe it wouldn’t be so hard.” Scar let his head drop to his hands, voice muffled under his palms, “I just kinda hate myself sometimes.”

Cleo put a hand on his shoulder, a question of touch, and one that Scar accepted with closed eyes. “It would still be hard, Scar. I can promise you that. If this isn’t what you want to hear right now, then you can let me know, but I have to think Grian and your other exes of the past who you haven’t kept in contact with were and are just as torn up as you. Maybe they need to let go for themselves, but I can tell you from personal experience, that doesn’t make it hurt any less. It doesn’t make you miss them any less.”

“But when people leave me, it’s always because in some way, their lives would be better without me,” Scar felt like wailing, but in reality, his speech was far more soft, “And my life is always worse. It’s always worse. Like I’m just a plague on my friends, and I have no idea how to fix myself to keep this from happening.”

Bdubs squeezed his hand to get his attention, and Scar knew what was coming, he just couldn’t love himself right now.

“There’s nothing to fix, Scar. You’re one of the most delightful people I know, and I mean that. The way you navigate the world is inspiring.”

“Just doesn’t feel like it right now.”

“It doesn’t have to,” Cleo said, something faraway about the words, “You just should know, that’s all. How we feel.”

“I just wish I was normal.”

“I don’t,” Bdubs snorted, something so passionately reactionary, Cleo laughed, and Bdubs himself looked a bit surprised by his own words, then a tad embarrassed, “I mean, come on. You’re a complete monster, and I love it. I love how comfortable you are about touch, I love how physical you are, and I love how normal you make it feel. Sometimes I want to fall asleep on my friends’ shoulder, or hold hands, or just be held, you know? And no one does it like you, Scar, no one. I think everyone ought to take a couple pages from your book.”

Scar wasn’t quite sure what to do with that, but it wasn’t the type of thing you argued about. You just had to accept it. In all honesty, having people to love him when he couldn’t manage it himself felt indescribably secure. Like a heated blanket wrapped tightly over his shoulders when he was so, so cold. But he couldn’t acknowledge it either, not when he couldn’t breathe the words. So he let it hang, hoping he’d remember to say something later. He knew he would. For now, Scar dodged around the words, stuck in his own raw truth.

“I don’t want to go through this again.”

“I know,” Cleo kept their hand on his shoulder, and Scar wanted to cry.

“And I- Okay, so I can’t really talk about this.. NDAs and such, but I was working on something with someone- something cool, all three of us, Grian included. And at the same time Grian.. cut contact.. I haven’t been able to reach this other uh- colleague, and I don’t know what happened! I don’t know anything, and I have no way of contacting this other guy, and Grian doesn’t know either, and I was so excited, but it just feels like everything is falling apart around me. And- and don’t be mean about the other guy, please, it’s not his fault.” Cleo looked quite skeptical about that, but a pleading look from Scar was enough to get her to leave well enough alone, “I just wish I knew why. Or if he was coming back. Might not have been able to communicate that anyway though, there’s a bit of a language barrier.”

“Can’t use google translate?” Bdubs asked, and Scar couldn’t stop the bitter laugh that escaped his throat.

“Hadn’t thought of that,” he mumbled, which was enough to get Bdubs to let it go. Cleo didn’t look happy, but she didn’t push either.

“That fucking sucks,” she said instead, and Scar laughed in earnest, along with Bdubs, the entire air feeling just a little bit lighter.

“It does,” Scar sighed, resting a cheek on his fist, “Guess I have to find something new to throw myself into. I just really wanted this. I really wanted this.”

There was a long silence, Scar having nothing else to say, and his friends in a similar boat. There wasn’t much to say. They knew. Scar knew they understood. But there was nothing anyone could do. Nothing that could make this any less horrible. But Bdubs did perk up after a minute, catching Scar and Cleo’s attention

“We could go skiing!” Bdubs suggested, to a chorus of groans from Scar and Cleo. Bdubs huffed, affronted as he crossed his arms, “You two need to live a little. Even if you suck, you’re both exhausted by the end of the day, which would do Scar some good in my opinion, and I know you’d be able to take the time off for an impromptu trip.”

“I don’t even think you like skiing,” Cleo rolled their eyes, a laugh under her voice, “You went on one trail ride in those mountains and it changed your life, that’s what. There are no wild horses out there, Bdubs, the guide lied to you.”

“She did not lie! There are horses, and they’re going to see me and know.”

“Know.. what, exactly?” Scar teased, and Bdubs puffed up, as if this was the most blasphemous question Scar could have asked.

“They will just know. And anyway, Etho believes there’s horses out there too, he does, and he wants to see them just as much.”

“Pretty sure Etho is also fucking with you,” Cleo said, smug, and Bdubs gasped.

“Never!” But something stopped him from ranting on; a short pause, a bit of uncertainty. A guilty glance in Scar’s direction. “I’m really sorry he’s not here. I told him- I don’t know. He said something came up last minute and wouldn’t explain. I’m not happy with him either- quite frankly, I’m embarrassed.”

“I shouldn’t have said anything,” Scar rubbed his neck, frowning, “It doesn’t really bother me much, Bdubs. I don’t want you to feel bad.”

“It’s fine if it bothers you! It bothers me! And you’re right, he’s not here, so I think a little friendly fire is well deserved,” Bdubs paused, eying one of the few bottles that were left, “May I?”

“Be my guest.”

Bdubs snatched at a bottle, flipping it in his hand, nearly dropping it trying to look cool, then whipping it at the target across the room, the entire thing smashing right on the bullseye.

“Oh, score!” Scar smiled, and Bdubs pumped his fist.

“Yes! You know, I already feel better. This is great, Cleo, have I told you this is great?”

Cleo looked pleased, exactly the cat who got the cream, “You have. And I know. So how about you boys throw back a couple beers to replace these bottles, and we do a little axe throwing.”

“Are you paying?” Scar asked, hopeful, innocent, but Cleo snorted, shaking her head.

“Uh, no. Don’t let that hold you back, though.”

“Oh, come on,” Bdubs whined, but not without his signature grin, “What’s the point of free rage room therapy hour if it’s not all free?”

“I’m not going to make you pay for the axe throwing either, and that is not included in our little deal, so the least you can do is drink.”

“You can’t make us pay to axe throw with you because we all know you’re going to whoop our asses,” Scar shot back in fake accusation, but Cleo shrugged, a crooked smile across her lips.

“You have fun.”

“I do,” Bdubs assented, earning a sharp jab from Scar’s elbow.

“We don’t! Unless you buy us each a beer, then we do.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“Okay fine,” Scar sighed, fully intending on a large tip regardless, since despite her sharp tongue, Cleo would still refuse any sort of compensation for an outing like this, “But you also have to drink.”

Cleo scoffed, the smile never leaving their face. “Who do you think I am?”

***

It was fun. Of course it was fun. Scar lost pretty miserably in nearly every round, though that could be accurately attributed to the fact he was more than a little tipsy, and Bdubs, always spying an opportunity to get an edge, took full advantage. Though, to his credit, Bdubs was having a great day in general, overtaking Cleo in score multiple times, and even winning one or two games. A feat, even against an inebriated Cleo, which, in all honesty, was pretty much the only way Scar or Bdubs could ever surpass her. Etho.. It was safe to say Etho had little talent for the sport. Didn’t matter how much instruction he got, he was nothing short of miserable every time all four of them got together to play. Actually, out of the four of them, Etho was probably the only person who improved when he was drunk, which was always hilarious to see. You’ve never seen a fire lit under someone’s ass like you did when Etho managed to squeak ahead of Bdubs or Scar, the cackling of Cleo only furthering their panic.

Scar did wish Etho was here. He wished he wasn’t so flakey sometimes.

Regardless, when they were done, Bdubs was only two steps away from sober and plenty able to drive. Scar was relieved to have to ride, and even more so that he hadn’t brought his own car in the first place. It was a nice drive home, anything but quiet, and really, just what Scar needed. The less time he spent alone with his own thoughts, the better. Though, after such a nice evening, tonight was going to be a little easier.

Thanking Bdubs for the ride, Scar stepped out onto the cobblestones once they reached his apartment, taking a deep breath before going inside. It was okay. He was going to be okay.

But there was one little habit he had developed, a little something he couldn’t quite shake despite knowing it wasn’t doing him many favors. It had only been a week since Mumbo had disappeared, but Scar refused to miss it if the mermaid ever did return- he couldn’t, even if Grian wouldn’t be in the picture anymore. This still meant something. Scar wasn’t about to give it up so easily.

The trail cams were still open on his monitors when he sat at his desk. Of course they were. Scar never closed them.

So there he sat, chin in his hands, eyes glazed as he watched every angle of that little cove. The trees, waving gently in the breeze. The sand, shifting ever so slightly in the presence of bugs and crabs. But mostly he watched the water. Scar never stopped watching the water.

[xoxo-ren-xoxo]

I just found your Grumbo apocalypse au and it’s already got me in a chokehold it’s amazing! On the subject of convex here we know what’s so different about grian and Mumbo but what’s so different about scar and Cub? Did they both come out of the wormhole the same weird or is one more wrong now than the other? I absolutely love this au so much keep up the amazing work!!

:D I'm glad you're enjoying it. I love the au and needed to return to it soooo bad.

Convex are my favourite side characters honestly. There's definitely some variation between the two of them. Both went through similar genetic scrambling through the wormhole, and they both have sharp teeth, glow-in-the-dark eyes, almost bat-like wings (small and nonfunctional but expressive) and various mutations like scales across their bodies.

Scar I think has more of the scales, covering his skin where his various scars once were. He also has sharper teeth and a more monstrous look about him. He's could eat a person without getting sick I think. He probably wouldn't, but I think he gets cravings.

Cub looks a little more 'normal', though it's still obvious that he isn't purely human anymore. He has an immunity to other refracting effects (areas where the atmosphere scrambles human DNA) and can actually see zones of refraction as if they were colourful, shimmering lights in various blocks of the city. This helps him and Scar avoid those areas, as well as find areas where there are likely to be bodies they can harvest from for their experiments. He gets to poke around corpses, as a treat.

So yeah, slightly different, but similar in terms of the core changes. They're simply silly little guys. Cub is actually trying to figure out what caused the apocalypse and how to get rid of it, while Scar is more just there for the ride. He likes to help tho.

[ahllohehn]

Bats eyeslahes

Grumbo?

Actually don't know if I've already requested them but oh well I'll do it again

Remember to feed your Zora her weekly Grumbo /j (forgot to answer for the drabble spam week)

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"Tell your dad he's dumb."

"Send a reply forward telling your papa that he's being unreasonable."

Grumbot's system sent a little beep of confusion, its little wheels caked with dirt and whatnot from going back and forth from Grian to Mumbo then back to Grian, then to Mumbo...

Basically, the little robot was being used as a messenger. All because both of his creators were non-confrontational and, additionally, extremely petty when it came to small banters turned to big arguements.

Grumbot, for the first unusual time in his life, learned to be 'annoyed'.

He wheeled himself up the ramp Impulse made for him as he entered the Hermes cabin for the nth time, faintly registering Scar's giggling at the side from seeing him once again. The robot fails to understand how the demigod could still find this so funny when it's been going on for almost an entire hour.

Grumbot approaches the familiar strawberry blonde at the corner of the cabin, throwing a tanrum facedown on his bed, "I have come with a message."

Grian raised himself up on his elbows, glaring down at Grumbot like he was doing something wrong from doing what he was being instructed to do, "He still hasn't given up?!"

The robot ignored him and was about ready to go through the process of going through with this shenanigan once again before his program stopped him with a new calculation that could possibly achieve better results on the situation. It went quiet briefly as he took the time to reprogram himself.

"Mumbo says that he understands your point of view and he's willing to hear you out."

That was Grumbot's first time lying. It felt... 'fun'.

It watched as Grian's frustrated expression turned into a much more surprised one, "H-he is?"

Something in Grumbot's coding was preventing him from lying any further, only sitting there silently. Apparently, that was enough. Grian's concerning delusions over Mumbo was enough to placate him.

"W-Well, I expected him to come to his senses soon enough!"

"Would you like to forward another message?"

Grian hesitated for a while then shook his head, "I'll go to him directly."

And so Grumbot found himself in the forge, for the nth time. Grumbot was comfortable enough in Grian's arms to be able to see that Mumbo was confused as to why he had Grian in tow now.

"Oh, Mumbo Jumbo Bumbo Dumbo, I knew you did love me enough to actually come to your senses."

Mumbo raised an eyebrow, "I did?"

"After all, a trillion lions is fully capable of beating the sun."

Mumbo then turned to stare at Grumbot unamusingly, obviously aware of where it all started to go wrong. The robot didn't react back.

"That is not what I said--"

"That's what Grumbot said you said,"

"It's the literal sun, Grian!"

"Yeah, but it's a trillion amount of lions!"

"THEY'RE LIONS! HOW ARE THEY EVEN GONNA REACH THE SUN?!"

"THEY COULD MAKE A LADDER OUT OF EACH OTHER!"

"THAT DOESN'T EVEN MAKE SENSE!"

"IT DOES! IT'S A TRILLION LIONS!"

"Oh my gods, Grian, THEY'RE LIVING ANIMALS! THE SUN IS A SPHERE OF HOT PLASMA IN SPACE!"

"YOU KNOW WHAT? I'M DIVORCING YOU! I'M TAKING CUSTODY!"

"OF WHAT?!"

"OF GRUMBOT AND THE TRILLION LIONS!"

"EXCUSE ME?! THEN I'M TAKING OWNERSHIP OF THEIR DAD--"

"wait, HUH?!"

Grumbot then decided to shut himself down right then and there.

[cricketblabbers]

Hermitcraft Golden Compass AU! Where it's basically normal minecraft mechanics/Fandom mechanics but every player has a visible soul(daemons) in the form of a little creature.

Examples:

Grian- bird that can shapeshift into other birds but is mainly a parrot

Scar- Jellie obviously

Pearl- moth that flutters around her and hides in her hair

I had some ideas like Tango could have a little flame creature that floats/bounces around him kinda like a fire allay. Or maybe a little gear cyberpunk critter or baby blaze

Or Mumbo having a little bat or something i dont have many ideas for him.

Zedaph has a cute sheep that changes colors, usually sticking to yellow and pink.

Cub having a vex that is relatively tame like an allay but loves mischief

I don't have many more critter ideas for this but I loved the Idead over all!

[bidoofenergy]

jimmy bribes tango in session 4, but a little longer also on AO3

Tango turns away from Mumbo to swing back onto his horse and there Jimmy is, heading up the hill towards him. Maybe one day the sight of Jimmy won’t send Tango’s heart skipping, like it still remembers the rhythm they held together, but today isn’t that day. He’s grinning up at Tango, eyes alight with some sort of mischief, his tail wagging slowly behind him.

“Hey Jimmy,” Tango says, excited but careful. He really doesn’t need Jimmy to ruin his chances at his task—he’s so close to being finished.

“Hi Tango!” Jimmy says cheerfully. His tail starts wagging as he gets closer. Well, at least Tango knows they’re both excited to see each other.

“Listen,” Jimmy steps closer, sidling up the side of Tango’s horse to blink up at him. Did his eyes get bigger when he got dogified? Jimmy has always had big brown eyes, like he was made for batting his eyelashes at people, but now they feel bigger and rounder and browner. Tango resists the urge to pull away, already resigning himself to giving Jimmy whatever he asks for.

Jimmy’s head is well above the shoulders of Tango’s horse. He rests a hand on Tango’s thigh, leaning casually against his horse. “I’ve just been over to Skizz,” he continues, as Tango struggles to focus on his words and not on the warmth of his hand. “And I’ve heard about your heart foundation and the raffle you guys run. Real wholesome, I’m all for it, I love it.” He pauses, trailing a finger down and then back up Tango’s leg.

Tango knows where this is going, but it’s hard to be annoyed with Jimmy’s head practically in his lap. His new ears look so soft. Tango gently brushes against one, cutting off whatever Jimmy was going to say next.

Jimmy’s new ears are really soft, like a puppy’s, and Tango strokes it for a minute, smiling at the blissed-out expression on Jimmy’s face. Eventually, he prompts, “But…?”

“But nothing!” Jimmy exclaims. “Just, maybe, next time—” He pulls a few diamonds out of his inventory, his sly expression at odds with the way his head stays pressed into Tango’s hand. He slides one into one of the side pockets on Tango’s pants and when he fumbles with the flap, Tango presses his lips together and tries not to laugh.

“Next time there’s a few more “Jimmy”s in the dropper.” Tango finishes.

“Yeah,” Jimmy says with a smile. “Maybe a “oh, Jimmy won, isn’t that so lucky!””

Well, Tango isn’t above bribery.

“I’ll see what I can convince the others to do.” Tango leans down to put his face closer to Jimmy’s, his hand sliding to the back of Jimmy’s neck. He drops his voice a little and says, “Of course, things might go smoother if you have a little something more to give.” He can’t quite reach Jimmy’s mouth from here, but his intention is plenty clear.

“I don’t have any more diamonds.” Jimmy lies, eyes wide. He lifts up onto his toes and gently presses his mouth against Tango’s. Tango uses his hand to angle Jimmy’s head a little bit and Jimmy goes easily, mouth sliding open to—

“Umm,” says Mumbo, from a few feet behind Tango. “Wow, I really thought Grian was exaggerating about you two.”

[grow-bettah]

Do you guys want a headcanon/ personal c!Grumbo lore dump? no? okay here It is!!

starting off with my silly guy for obvious reasons- Grian. quick warning i pour a ton of myself into him as a hyperfeminine fat trans man💕

Grian - Avian. Big ol' birdy bird. no set species, he does whatever. TRANSGENDERED. Trans Man Grian owns my life, and this plays jnto my Ariana stuff too btw. Grian doesn't want top surgery, but he's been on T pretty much ever since he joined Hermitcraft, like mid to late s6 he asked X if it was possible to do that for him. He's gotten waaay more confident since then. also he was a scrawny lil guy when he joined HC, but once he got comfortable he let himself heal (no more watchers) he became the fat little rat bastard I know and love. /aff Grian has fibromyalgia! He's an ambulatory wheelchair user and otherwise Mumbo carries his cane around for him just incase he needs it. (it's the colour of Mumbo's eyes. Grian won't tell him, and Mumbo will never know unless told since he can't see his own reflection.)

Ariana Griande was a persona he grabbed up pretty early on in his Hermitcraft career, and nobody except Mumbo, Scar and Gem know that that's him. He very much enjoys playing the part of Ariana every so often and wearing the tight hot pink outfits she does! When he's Ariana he doesn't mind using she/her btw.

CuteGuy is a very recent persona hes started playing. The cute superhero and sidekick to HoTGuy- they know eachothers identities but don't snitch. Mumbo doesn't know that Grian id CuteGuy, and gushes about that 'terribly handsome' superhero to his boyfriend regularly. Both Gri and Mumbo are huge HoTGuy fans and own a good chunk of merch of him. Mumbo does suspect that his Boyfriend is CuteGuy since he conveniently has to go build or farm or whatever whenever another hermit is in need of CuteGuy's help. Grian knows Mumbo's onto him. lol

Mumbo time!! the blorbo

Mumbo! He's a bat slash vampire guy. he's a real fancypants and wears strictly suits and cravats. He does however get it dirty with redstone periodically. His vampire identity isn't a secret- The hermits aren't worried about it since they're aware he drinks from pretty much only Grian. He's also a trans man! Just that he doesn't really use a persona to live out his hyperfemininity like grian, but rather wears dresses, skirts and other feminine clothes whenever he so pleases. He also refuses to get the teta snip, he thinks they look great in his suit jacket thank you very much. He's on T, a fair bit longer than Grian. Also, X knew before Mumbo did that he's trans. hehe. Mumbo WISHES he could eat anything other than Blood because he knows from Scar that his boyfriend's cooking is phenomenal. Also because blood doesn't really get you all that much nutrition which keeps him skinny, which in turn worries Grian all the time because he thinks Mumbo looks like a stick ( a "very hot and sexy stick" according to Grian mind you.) Mumbo has narcolepsy! He's pretty independent even with it obstructing most of his life. But sometimes very short sudden naps aren't too bad (when he's not doing redstone or building. Grian's always around when Mumbo's building up high, just for safety.)

I hope this isn't too much to read y'all! I just needed to dump all of this out on you guys today just to.. explain how my art functions? I guess? MWA kissy

[amethystfairy1]

Hiiii

I literally love your writing so much. Your hot guy/cute guy au has been rotting in my brain for at least two months now, I love it so much. TTSBC has all the right hits that I love so much.

Anyway, I have a questionnnnnn. Mumbo was mentioned at least once, if I'm not mistaken and I believe he lives in the undercity. Soooo I was wondering, what type of Hybrid/Mutant is he (if it isn't going to have ✨ spoilers✨)

Thxs so much for blessing us with your fantastic writing

Hello, hello! ✨

I'm so glad TTSBC has been rotting your brain!

Mumbo Jumbo himself, people have been so excited to see him! Yes, yes, you're correct, he's been mention a few times! And actually, upon close reading, the type of hybrid he is...is revealed in the story! Like a scavenger hunt for the words! 😆 But I'll save you from having to comb through it.

He's a bat hybrid! 🦇 This is mentioned in "Butterfly Fall" when Joel is reminiscing, where he's the fifth member of their little middle school friend group who can fly, he'd usually carry Impulse, who isn't a big fan of flying, because Mumbo is the most careful flier of their group!

Being a bat hybrid, he's got wings of course, and his eyes shift colors between gold and red depending on the light...there's also other stuff he can do! A few glamor skills that are specific to his subspecies, but we'll learn more about those when we actually meet him! I promise we will! I have plans for it, I swear! It's just taken me a minute to get there!

Thanks so much for coming by to say hi! 💖

[spectator-moon]

Thoughts about Martyn Lore stream (Eyes and Ears AU)

-Council as maybe overseers? Managers realistically

-The players dream of other worlds? Noooooo :( sad

-the urge to punch the Watchers grows every day

-yay watchers losing power from emotions carrying over

-headcanon that players leak emotions like a cracked water bottle and the Watchers are not pleased because it's all happy

-headcanon that Martyn, although an excellent source of negative emotions, is like alcohol, where if the Watchers take too much from him, it impacts them negatively, so he's allowed some happy moments because otherwise he would just become like, spoiled food for the Watchers

-fragmented players who are out of more series have their cracks grow while in the void, because that void is also just them being exposed to lots of fear over time. So players who sit in the void are just as in danger of "shattering" as players who play

-love that Villain Scar is just explained as "watchers be watchers"

-Bigb is going insane and I love the gaslighting

-Pearl fell from the sky? PearlescentMOON? Pearl is piece of moon confirmed???? /Silly

-paw patrol is task force, Martyn is absolutely Rocky and I will stand on this hill until I die

-love the idea that Players are also sort of desperate to get back to the games, because negative emotions suck. And when they finish, the Watchers will take those negative emotions away. So it's sort of a relief, in a sense

-about the Google doc; can we have that for references?

-"scar is stuck there until they hit lights out on him" so did they just. Brain him over the head??? Cause that's hilarious

-why two Watchers specifically? Is there a numerical significance?

-Grain cannot visit pocket void sad

-Grian is inexperienced tech noob who doesn't know about coding and is constantly patch jobbing his work, much to the annoyance of his superiors, but to the delight of the devs playing his game who can slip through the cracks and hide stuff

-so the players are picked BECAUSE they know another player? Mmmm

-players going about their work, unknowing of the Watchers looming behind them with a baseball bat and their void spot ready

-name for watcher/listener/council race being Revae (Ruh-VAY or REE-vuh) (weaver reversed with w taken off, reference to their control over the players, also alludes to the word revere), or leave them without a name and just call them the Others as a catch-all? Maybe name could be some sort of play on the word Command (Dnammoc, Namdmoc, etc) (for again, control over players)

-fortnite lore....what????

-HEADCANON THAT THEY GET THE EMOTIONS FROM OTHER SERIES WHEN THEY WIN TO MAKE A BLEEDING CESSPIT OF BAD EMOTIONS

-sonder: the profound feeling that everybody, even strangers passing in the street, has as complex as life as one's own which they are constantly living, despite ones personal lack of awareness of it (I love this wordddd)

-plane void thing should be called the Plane or the Path (reference to the multiple and intricateness of everyone on it) or the Inbetween because thats just a good name for it

-theres no favourites (meat is meat) (if you know you know)

-"no thoughts only murder" says life series players

-i am an author and life series is very good for what could be a real story that is planned, even though it isn't

-the idea of what players are capable as being a stacking effect would be so good as a murder mystery

-HEADCANON THAT BECAUSE MUMBO AND GRIAN SHARE A SOUL, MUMBO GETTING MURDERED BY HIS FRIEND AND PART OF HIS SOUL WAS PART OF THE REASON MUMBO HAD TO NOT BE IN LIMITED LIFE AND GRIAN GOT STUCK (BC time is silly and life series may not have happened as we view them)

Anyways, very good lore

[stiffyck]

Did anyone say bat!mumbo when you were asking for different species because I’ve been thinking about that. It is pretty close to the vampire thing akjsjdjdj but I was thinking like he’s just a full bat, with the wings and everything, hanging upside down when he sleeps, echolocating, chowing down on grapes with red panda!scar (if he’s a bat that eats fruit)

OMG YES. I THINK SOMEONE DID MENTION BAT MUMBO BUT MY MEMORY IS BAD SDJKFHS BUT YES YES I LOVE THIS.

[kyxuu]

what/who is the bat meant to represent in this art you did a while ago? /genq

its meant to represent mumbo !!! ^_^ often he's portrayed as a sort of vampire in fan designs and i wanted to add him in (mostly just cause i love him so much) but also to match jimmy's canary at the top, and lizzie's butterfly wings on either side :3

those were the first three deaths in secret life and i just think they were all so cool :-) shoutout to @/cactuupng for the genius idea of adding those in

[firedragon1321]

"Kazana Was Right" the Movie

Welcome to my +Anima Sailand arc rant. We're going to talk about trauma, slavery, and dumb canon. Also this bird man. A lot about this bird man.

TW- slavery (heavy focus on slavery apologism), child abuse, trauma, fantasy racism, manipulation (more explicit in this rant than canon)

Two Minute Crash Course

So because this is a rare fandom, I'm gonna assume only I know who these characters are and what their world is so-

+Anima is about people called +Anima, who can use the power of animals for self defense. They only get one animal species, determined by whatever is skittering nearby during a traumatic experience in childhood. This power- also called a +Anima- disappears when the person is safe and loved. +Anima are discriminated against, so most keep their powers into adulthood.

The main characters are three children and one teenager. Their names are Cooro (crow +Anima), Husky (fish +Anima), Senri (bear +Anima), and Nana (bat +Anima).

Cooro was born with his +Anima due to shenanigans, making him more comfortable with it than other characters. He is also my blorbo- very squishable. Nana does not like her +Anima much at all, and is the most fashion conscious member of the group (yes girl but she can also sew which is cool). Senri is heavily traumatized and is generally quiet with a heart of gold. He also a member of the Kim-un-kur, a Native American-esque group who worships +Anima. Husky is a boy who looks like a girl and easy to anger. He is also a prince of Sailand.

Kazana is not part of the regular cast. But I will not describe him here because you're about to hear his life story.

There are two countries in this setting, separated by a mountain range where the Kim-un-kur live. One is Astaria, the setting of 70% of the manga. The other is Sailand. The main difference between them is- in Sailand- slavery is legal and +Amina/Kim-un-kur slaves are common.

The Sailand arc is about three issues long and is set entirely in Sailand. It contains backstory stuff for Husky and Senri. But we're not here to talk about that in-depth (though I will discuss what's relevant for Senri).

Got all that? Good. Time to move on.

Wish Upon a Star

Kazana became a hawk +Anima through unspecified means. He carried the ability into adulthood. Since he's a +Anima in Sailand, he was inevitably enslaved. At least one of his owners is known, and it's this bitch.

Bitch Lady Crystala owns one of multiple caravans in Sailand. To help her run the caravan, she owns a lot of slaves. The manga will bend head over heels to convince you she's a "nice" slave owner and her slaves are "happy" under her rule. Yuck.

Kazana was once one of her happily brainwashed minions. But after overhearing a particular conversation, he learned Crystala is the king's sister. There is some mumbo jumbo about succession which prevents her from ruling, and her relationship with the king is strained. But she still has his ear, and is in the best position out of anyone in the manga- save the king himself- to abolish slavery.

But instead of doing that, Crystala perpetuates slavery under the guise of being a "good master". She can- at any time- release her slaves. She chooses not to. Even twelve year old me knew something was up with this. Adult me- with more adult understanding- is honestly disgusted.

Understandably, Kazana is hurt. He's somewhat betrayed, too, as he thought Crystala really cared for him and the other +Anima under her ownership. This moment proves that not only doesn't she give a shit, but she is actively ignoring her ability to play the right fiddles and make some progress.

So Kazana takes matters into his own talons. He runs away and forms a group called Wish. These +Anima aim to end slavery, with Kazana also hatching a plot to assassinate the king and stage a coop. Upon becoming king, he plans to free slaves from their bondage. It is implied he would also take his rage out upon their former masters. I never said the man was perfect. But he is justified in his resentment.

All good stuff, ruined by a few things. We don't get to see much of Wish's membership outside Kazana. This essentially dehumanizes them. Yes there's a cool lizard guy, but what's his name? We also don't know how close Kazana is to his subordinates. Is he a strict ruler? Do they laugh together? Is he kind but closes his heart?

My headcanon is "a mix of the three, mostly the last one". Kazana has charisma- enough to attract followers- but I don't see him being very open after already being bitten once.

The aforementioned glorification of Crystala also becomes an increasingly large issue as the story progresses. And this is where we bring the protagonists in.

There's a lot left unanswered with Wish. Twelve year old me made a whole ass OC to try and find answers but never followed through. Maybe I should revisit my rat boy. But that's the subject of another rant.

Makes No Difference Who You Are

The four main characters are in Sailand to reunite Husky- however briefly- with his mother. Shenanigans get Cooro and Nana separated from Husky and Senri. The latter two are captured by slavers. But let's follow Cooro and Nana for now, as they enter a town and find +Anima everywhere. This is not common in Astaria, so the naive children get to believe for a second that they will be accepted.

They also wind up chased by slavers. Luckily, a coyote +Anima named Daisy spots them. Unluckily, she's one of Crystala's pets, and her owner is nearby. The two develop a ruse, locking Cooro and Nana in collars to trick the slavers. It works! Yay! But when Cooro attempts to return his collar...

As a blanket statement for everything that happens after this- I don't blame the main four for gushing over Crystala. They are children, and see no reason not to trust her. She not only bailed out these two, but saved Senri in the past (more on that later) and is directly related to Husky. They are too young to understand anything past "nice lady helped us". Senri has an extra wrinkle we'll discuss later.

Cooro and Nana travel with the caravan to try and rescue their friends. It happens to stop in a town where Senri is being sold. And this is where Wish makes its move.

Wish uses a notably non-lethal and barely harmful method to get attention. The translation says it might be mustard, but since it has an equal chance of being hot sand and hurts no-one long-term, I'm going to ignore that.

Kazana attempts to rally the +Anima to join him. The manga tries to warn us of him, as he says +Anima have powers superior to humans. But this is a statement of fact. Kazana's flight and talons give him an edge over ordinary humans. There's also the niggling worry he might use those powers to hurt humans. And he probably will.

But the manga forgets something important. Kazana is still a man. An angry, hurt man, who has seen a lot of evil. He had to have suffered greatly to become a +Anima to begin with. The one person he trusted saw him as yet another slave- not a human being worth freeing. He is wounded. And in his mind, abolishing slavery/becoming king is the only way to heal that wound.

As this is just a demonstration, Wish retreats the second things get ugly. This includes Senri fighting to protect Crystala. Remember I mentioned she "saved" him? Senri carries a book to help with his fractured memory. It contains a flower that reminds him of Crystala, who kept him with her caravan when he was a child. In her "debt", he attacks Kazana.

But Kazana does not retreat until the town guard gets involved. Kazana taunts Senri, sure. But perhaps deep down, he saw who he once was. A man with nowhere to go, who believed Crystala's empty words.

Kazana offers Cooro and Nana a spot in Wish. They decline as they still need to find Husky. He warns them of Crystala, with what limited time he has left in that town. Because he knows he can't force them to come with him. That would make him no better. And yet, he holds out hope that Cooro and Nana can add two plus two and flee.

Before it's too late, and they also feel hurt.

Anything Your Heart Desires Will Come...

Kazana does not reappear until later. With Husky freed and armed with knowledge of the palace's inner workings, Kazana offers to help out. He asks Husky about the king's most likely whereabouts (though he mentions guards, they are not his main concern). Husky- suspecting nothing- tells him. Kazana helps the kids sneak in to see Husky's mother, then departs on his own mission.

Using his new knowledge, Kazana ambushes the king and attempts to assassinate him. Unfortunately, Crystala happens to show up. She tries to get Kazana to stand down, and he refuses.

Though Kazana claims Crystala will take over if he kills the king, this is just a ruse. He just wants her out of the way. And he knows what she desires- power. Why else would she willingly continue to keep slaves? Why would anyone? And so he fights on, the crown in sight, and- hopefully, too- the end of his suffering.

What must be rushing through his mind in this scene? The children he used? His allies in Wish? The younger man curled up inside him, writhing and screaming in rage? Perhaps not even a man, but a child- a little boy who once cried out in fear. In the sky was a simple hawk- his only salvation, and also the key to his doom.

With this one murder, he can save thousands. Perhaps he can save himself.

But just as Kazana knows Crystala is a snake in the grass, she knows him. She had to know him- to an extent- in order to gain his trust. And she is his downfall, easily defeating him in combat, striking weaknesses he might not have known he had.

Because that's how dangerous people operate successfully. They sink under your skin, until you don't own it anymore. They tattoo themselves under the nails, where they'll never truly leave.

These panels haunt me, because you can just see everything slipping out of Kazana's talons. He will never free his kind, and he will never know peace.

Crystala pulls another gambit, faking Kazana's death to prevent his execution by the authorities. Sadly, he ends up right back where he started. You see, Crystala has a nice little plantation...

Yes that is the fucking word the English translation uses.

Now that you're done puking in your receptacle of choice, the plantation contains- you guessed it- more +Anima slaves. Who supposedly lose their +Anima while working there. Recall that the only way to lose one's +Anima is to be in a safe, loving environment. While we can't confirm if the plantation really does make people lose their +Anima, it still uses slaves to operate. That sounds like the exact opposite of safe and loving.

It's a return to the very hell Kazana gave up everything to end.

Bottom of the Abyss

I admit part of this issue is +Anima's format. It's supposed to be about four kids wandering the world together, looking for their place in it. There's little room for huge political epics like this (that's why it's an arc). This and the characters being children inhibits how deep the author can go into things.

That being said, we're still left with an agonizing snarl. Not only has the problem of slavery not been solved, but Kazana is presented as a villain whose rule would unfairly subject humans to torment. He is seen as human enough to spare death, but only to "teach him his place". He has fallen, becoming an example to those who step out of line. One can easily assume that Wish disbands without its leader. Who knows how long until anyone challenges the law again?

The only good thing about this situation is the story forgets about Kazana. Though there is a mini comic showing him on the plantation, I refuse to believe he stays there forever. The sky calls. Sooner or later, he must leave. Do I think he'll stage a coop again? Unfortunately no. He's too hurt and too humbled. But I have a wish of my own- that he leaves that damn slave farm and finds his own place, wherever it may be.

I won't get it in canon. But I can daydream.