#mumpearl

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mumbos and pearls

[dottanic]

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Mumpearl Drabble please :3?

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PearlescentMoon has gone by many names: Peril. Farmer Queen. Santa Perla. Madre de Girasoles. The Great Lunar Neighbour. Even Moonatrix Octa. She was no stranger to deification. She'd been worshipped by a wide variety of people. By her own Helianthias, by the Harengons of Sanctuary, by Jeremys of Stratos: and, now, even by The Order of Octa. And yet, out of all these followings, out of all these flocks of religions, cults and sects dedicated to her image… there was only one she was interested in. The Mooners. Or, rather, its founder. And his name was Mumbo Jumbo. She had to admit, it was odd. She’d been worshipped by countless mortals throughout history, but this wasn't just another mindless devotee, no, before that, he had been someone she'd known; somebody she'd loved. A friend. Before he had been a Mooner he had been apart of Boatem. He still was. It was surreal to see the same man she'd laughed with, the same man who had teased her and taught her what it was like to love and be loved and be human… worship the very thing about her that wasn't. Worship the idea of her, worship the concept of a omnipotent, despotic rock in the sky, worship everything about herself she hated. She had hated being a goddess. That's why she had come to Hermitcraft in the first place. She was sick of being treated as a stagnant notion - something simultaneously too abstract to comprehend and yet something superficial enough to be classified by one word: perfect. She wasn't a person, just an idea. A deity. But Mumbo Jumbo had taught her how to be a person. No… he'd been the one who had made her a person. Or maybe he had just showed her that she had always been one. He made her laugh. Cry. Love. Hate. Learn. Live. Experience. He taught her how to feel, want, explore, be… he had showed her the wonders of this world, shown her that everything alive was sacred and unkillable, that this planet was alive and thus beautiful. He had made her fall in love with the dull world that she had grown to loathe over the centuries all over again. He had made her fall in love with him. And so, watching him fall in love, not with her — not with the genuine, real version of herself she'd become — but with postulated perception of herself she'd been trying so hard to unbecome? The dehumanized idea of what she was supposed to be? The version of herself he'd unwittingly taught her she wasn't defined by? It felt like death. It felt like she was dying. Was this heartache? Could somebody who never had a heart have it break? Pearl loved Mumbo. But Mumbo only loved the Moon. Not Pearlescent.

The moon had two faces; one of which was always hidden from sight. One face could never be seen the human eye. No matter how much they tried, no matter what they used — whether it be telescopes, binoculars, spectrometers, or observation stations… nobody could ever see the far side of the moon. Nobody could ever see her in full display. Only in facets; fragments. In some ways, Pearl resented this fact. Nobody could ever know her; not truly. Nobody could never know her in her entirety. What would happen if they knew the new Australian Hermit wasn't from Australia at all, but from the moon, anyway? No, actually, she wasn't from the moon, she was the moon. She was just the actual, literal moon. That big 'ol floating rock in the sky? The one rapidly plummeting towards their planet on a path set to destruction? Yeah, that was her. Well, not exactly her, but her divine shell, which missed its' goddess after she had taken mortal form so much it was trying to reunite with her by colliding with Hermitcraft… Oopsie-daisy, yeah, my bad, sorry about the impending doom! On the slim chance they didn't immediately kick her off the server due to her very presence being a threat not only to everyone but the world itself's safety, what would they think of her, then? If the fact half of the Hermit's first instincts were to start cults around The Moon in response to its enlargement was any indication, something told her they wouldn't treat her like a regular Hermit anymore. They'd start treating her exactly like what she'd come here to get away from: a goddess. She wouldn't be Pearl anymore. She wouldn't have friends anymore. Just followers. She hated that sometimes she considered it. Oh, how easy it would be, to tell Mumbo she was the Great Lunar Neighbour he loved so much. That she was who he'd been unknowingly worshipping this entire time; she was his goddess. Her feelings for him would be reciprocated in a heartbeat. He'd love her in the same way she loved him; endlessly and entirely. …But he wouldn't. Not really. He wouldn't love her. He'd love the idealized idea of her he thought she was, this version of her he'd made up in his head. And even saying he'd love her would be a stretch… no, he wouldn't love her. He'd revere her, worship her, exalt her… but not love. Not in the ways mortals loved each other. He wouldn't love her for who she was, but for what she was. And, so, she wouldn't tell him. Because as long as he didn't know, there was still a chance he could love her; the actual her. She just had to be patient. Though it was times like this her patience really ran thin.

"I don't understand," Mumbo sobbed; the sound was hoarse, gravelly and guttural. He hadn't slept in… nobody knew how long, and the hysteric delirium of sleep-deprivation seemed to finally be catching up with him. "I — I did… I did everything right! I'm doing everything right, I don't — I don't understand what I did wrong. What am I doing wrong?" He cried. "Shh, shh… you're not doing anything wrong, Mumbs. You didn't do anything wrong. You're perfect. You've done everything perfect," Pearl consoled him, running her fingertips' through his hair in an assuaging manner, trying to coax him to calmness in the same way somebody might try to coax a crying infant back to sleep in the late hours of the night… which, was what she was doing, really, in a sense. His locks were unkempt, disheveled and sloven, bedraggled despite the fact he hadn't touched a bed for weeks. But even in his grotty state, to her, he was still gorgeous. He was still perfect. "Then why is she still mad? I — I made her a temple, I made her altars, I built her shrines, and — and — and — I even convinced Boatem to give up their beds! I even —  I don't understand… I thought — I thought that would fix it… I thought that would make her happy, but she's still — is it not enough? Am I not doing enough..?" Mumbo sniffled as he looked at her with hollow, sunken eyes, a strange mixture of devotion and desperation on his face. His eyebags were so heavy they weighed down his cheeks' like an anchor, an anvil. "Can't she tell I love her? I — I just want to make her happy. I just want her to know — I — I just… I just want her to know how much I love her." Pearl's heart ached. I know. "She knows," she whispered, trying to keep her voice from hitching, trying to control her pitch. "She knows you love her. She… she loves you too. So, so much." I love you too. I love you so, so much. "No," Mumbo shook his head with a strangled snuffle, dismissing her words as nothing but empty consolations. He didn't know how true they really were, he didn't know they weren't just a friend's weak attempt to lift his spirits, but that they were a love confession from the very God he had devoted his entire being too. That she really did love him, too, more than he could possibly fathom. "If — if she loved me, she… she wouldn't still be upset. If she knew how much I loved her, she wouldn't be — she wouldn't still be causing earthquakes and stealing blocks, and — I just, I need — I need to try harder. I need to show her, I need her to know, I need her to see…" No, you just need to see. You just need to see it's me. I'm right here - why can't you see? I'm not mad. I was never mad. I could never be mad at you. I love you. Please, please, please… stop. I don't want this. I'd never want you to do this to yourself. But he never listened. He would never listen to Pearl; and the one voice he would listen to was one she couldn't admit was her own. It was infuriating… He loved her so, so much, too much, and yet he didn't love her at all. He could never love her while he still loved who she had been. Who had to be. He could never love her while his love for her was destroying him. It was killing him. And, so, it seemed there was only one solution. She had to make him hate her. She had to make him hate The Moon. She had to make him hate her as much as she hated herself. And with the fact he didn't already, despite the fact her old vessel had actively been spreading insanity amongst the Hermits, causing earthquakes and disasters, destroying the landscape? It would take some drastic measures. Lengths she didn't want to go to. But knew she had too. For his sake and her own.

When she'd abandoned her celestial form, she'd abandoned most of her deific abilities with it. Fortunately, not all of them. She had enough power in reserve to call upon a mite of her old body down to Earth; a meteor. Little more than an atom compared to her mass. But enough to serve as a teensy deposit of her powers she could tap into and exploit. Enough to influence those around around her with The Moon's voice. Enough to make it clear love wouldn't work. Enough to make it clear there was only one option.

"…'I must have them'? Who must she have? Who must she have? Is it us? Must she have me? Must she have Doc? Who? Who does she need…?"

"He who doth preach to us on the first day of the server… so doth shall be returned to dust first." "His name is Mumbo Jumbo."

His name is Mumbo Jumbo. His name is Mumbo Jumbo. His name is Mumbo Jumbo. His name is Mumbo Jumbo. His name is Mumbo Jumbo. His name is Mumbo Jumbo. His name is Mumbo Jumbo. His name is Mumbo Jumbo. His name is Mumbo Jumbo.

Make love, not war. But if love doesn't work… use war.

-- so. uh. you asked for a drabble. this is uh..... this is 1.8k words. i may have. i may have gotten a little carried away. approximately 18 times the requested length carried away. I'M SO SORRY. I AM....... SO SORRY. I GOT A LITTLE BIT ILL ABOUT THEM. I HOPE THIS IS OK LOL. ANYWAY. thinking about hc s8 mumbo and the moon's strange relationship......... what do you MEAN mumbo made a cult and a temple and a shrine completely dedicated to the moon? what do you MEAN the first thing the moon did when it gained control over ren and doc's minds was make them sacrifice mumbo jumbo specifically ? and then cub ALSO sacrificed [an imitation of] mumbo jumbo SPECIFICALLY to appease the moon ? the moon was JUST as insane about mumbo as mumbo was about the moon. mumpearl is real guys i don't know what to tell you they're obsessed with each other they're deranged yuri

[pearlescentmoonshippingbracket]

Round 1 Match 8

(all ships are ambiguous unless specified)

The ship that wins round one will have a Drabble written by me!

[hmshermitcraft]

(Mumbo x Pearl) (Not themed, just wanted to put it out there)

Pearl is goddess of the moon. Mumbo is her partner, champion, and her first follower in centuries. Sure that last part’s a technicality since Mumbo worships the moon and not the moon goddess, but Pearl doesn’t care.

It is the third season they’ve been dating. Mumbo still has no idea his girlfriend is the moon goddess, until one night when Pearl causally raises the moon in front of him. She it was one of the most beautiful things he’d ever seen. But also—

Mumbo: So was anyone going to tell me Pearl is a moon goddess? Gem: oh my god Mumbo: Or was I just supposed to watch her RAISE THE MOON MYSELF Impulse: LOL Grian: Ahahahahaha Gem: mumbo it’s season 10 Gem: how did you not know this already

-💫🌠 Anon

Pearl went back and forth on whether Mumbo knew or not. Because surely he would know, right? She doesn't hide it. But also, he would've mentioned it? Maybe.

Yeah. She gave up on that one.

At least he knows now! And their friends are all laughing at Mumbo for not realising, so she's getting out of this unscathed. Another win for Pearl.

[kamrenn-james]

Thinking

Vampire!Mumbo x Watcher!Pearl

(Warnings for smut, blood, probably disordered eating, and honestly Ive describe vampire venom and ichor as a drug one too many times for this to not have some sort of warning for MAYBE dub-con)

(I typed this on my phone and hit post. No proof reading happened. Ignore my stupid typos.)

Thinking about vampire!mumbo going feral durning season 8 of hermitcraft.

He’s so determined to see this vegetarian ‘peace, love, and plants’ thing through, but every day it’s harder and harder to keep control over himself. Grian scrapes his hand on the stone he’s building with, Scar is so prone to injury Mumbo is about to lose his mind, and Pearl has one too many times gotten splinters from those god forsake trapdoors that she calls a front door. Not to mention Impulse’s knack for flying into solid walls giving himself the flying equivalent to road rash. Mumbo’s surrounded by people who don’t know how to keep themselves from getting injured and it’s really not helping his diet.

‘Diet’ might not exactly be the right word, but it’s what Mumbo calls it and he’s sticking with it.

Grian becomes the worst perpetrator as the season goes on. It gets to a point he’s getting some sort of scrape or cut every time he’s around Mumbo. Had Mumbo’s mind not been muddled by malnutrition he maybe could have figured out that Grian was doing it on purpose.

But it’s not Grian that finally breaks him.

Pearl sits quietly in his base, watching him build. She’s worried, he can tell. A lot of the hermits seem to be these days. Mumbo’s not sure how to tell them that he’s fine in a way that they’d believe. Nothing seems to put any of them at ease, but he’s fine.

He’s consciously aware of every move Pearl makes even as he’s building. He’s all too aware of how she’s picking at her nails. He hears her wince from across his storage room when she rips her nail just a little too close to the nail bed.

The small bead of blood is there and gone in an instant as Pearl pops her thumb into her mouth and sucks away the blood. She doesn’t even seem to notice how he’s frozen. She hadn’t done it in purpose.

Mumbo swallows around the lump growing in his throat, he pushes down the hunger and the thoughts that scream at him to hunt. He’s fine and he doesn’t need blood. But the smell of it is on Pearl’s breath and he wants nothing more than to sink his teeth into something living, someone whose heartbeat he can feel against his tongue.

He knows if he asked, she’d let him. Each of the hermits would. But he can’t ask, he can’t bend to that bloodthirsty monster. He won’t do it.

“Mumbo.” Her voice is soft. Inviting. And the smell of iron is growing heavier in the air. She’s realised what she’s done now, she’s enticing him and it’s working.

Mumbo turns to look at her, jaw clenched and breathing slow and shallow. If he doesn’t smell it he can’t give in. He won’t lose.

But he wants too more than he’s wanted anything, and Pearl’s reaching a hand out to him. She’s offering. She’s offering and who is he to deny her?

Pearls still sitting on one of many chests scattered around his base, and when he takes her hand he’s towering over her. There’s no fear in her eyes, despite the line she’s carelessly toeing.

“‘s alright.” Pearl whispers, pulling him closer. Mumbo wonders briefly if this is how she tames her wolves. Somehow he understands them, being drawn in with her comforting words and kind eyes. He knows why they flock to her.

Before he’s even conscious of what he’s doing, Mumbo finds himself on his knees in front of her. In a way he wants to beg for her forgiveness, he’s failed. He’s failing and Pearl is going to suffer for it. She wouldn’t feel obligated to do this had he not been the monster he is.

But her hands on his cheek, her voice soothing. He can smell the blood on her nail. Every defence he has is crumbling around him as her thumb swipes over his lips. There’s not much blood, but the drop left behind feels like a drug. He needs more like he needs his next breath. He needs her blood. Not quite human but not quite hybrid. She’s something more and he can taste it. It’s the hints of divinity that runs through her veins. It’s the golden ichor mixed with mortal blood. It’s addicting and the moment it’s on his lips he knows he’s lost.

Defeated, he opens his mouth, licking the blood from his lips. Her thumb lingers, blood slowly beading at the surface again, and all he can do is look up at her and plead.

Pearl smiles, he wonders how she can be so calm, but her smile is the permission he needs.

He’s already failed. What else does he have to lose?

Mumbo takes Pearls thumb into his mouth, the rest of her fingers cupping his jaw. There’s care in her touch, and Mumbo can’t tell if it’s that care or the blood he can’t get enough of.

Theres barely anything left to give from the ripped nail, but it’s enough to know he can’t stop. A guilty part of him doesn’t want to stop. The blood is rich and the ichor sweet. He knows he’ll be racked with guilt when he’s drained her, but right now he just wants more.

It’s Pearl that pulls her fingers away, and a growl almost involuntarily raises in his throat. He’s able to hold his breath and stop himself from following her hand away. He wants. It’s the only thing he can think. He wants. He wants. He wants her. Pearl looks at Mumbo like she can read his mind, and a part of him is scared she can. He hopes she can.

And when her hand returns to him, fingers gripping harshly around his tie, he’s easily pulled closer. Her thighs bracket his shoulders, he can hear her pulse. Slowly, waiting for her to stop him, Mumbo rests his head against the warm skin of her leg.

There’s a moment her smile falters, he can’t read her expression, but her hand moves to his hair. Pearl doesn’t nod, but she does hook her leg over his shoulder. And he thinks that maybe she can read his thoughts. Maybe she is in his mind but he finds it comfortable, he can’t find a reason to complain.

“You’re sure?” Mumbo chokes on the words, his fangs seem to tangle with his tongue in a way that’s never happened. It’s not at all attractive but it doesn’t seem to bother her.

“Yes.” Pearls fingers brush through his hair, and down his cheek. She’s waiting, and mumbo catches the anticipation she’s trying to hide.

Mumbo’s tongue drags over the bare skin of her thigh, finding the first artery he can reach.

Mumbo feels her tense when his fangs pierce her skin, and he feels the moment his venom seeps through her. The muscles under his grip relax and he hears a soft breath escape her. He wants to hear it again.

Until the blood touches his tongue, and finally his mind goes quiet. It’s been too long that not even the guilt can touch him. Pearls fingers tangle in his hair, nails scratching at his skin, and for the first time in months he feels comfortable. He’s not sure if it’s the blood or just because it’s Pearl.

A soft gasp escapes Pearl when he pulls away, it’s not enough, far from it but he wants to look at her. She seems to look more pale after, he’s not sure if she is but the thought of it is in his head.

She blinks slowly, looking down at him with heavy lids. The venoms done its work, she couldn’t run if she tried and again that guilty part of him mind is reeling.

Pearls wrist is in his hand, his eyes not leaving hers as he sinks his teeth into her skin again. The blood tasting like he’s never tasted it before, like he’s never had a single meal before that moment. Watching as Pearls eyes grow heavier, and hearing the soft sounds that escape her lips, Mumbo doesn’t want the moment to end. He bites down again, deeper this time. He wants to hear her again.

“Mumbo-” Pearl says his name like it’s a prayer, the goddess above him saying his name like it meant something. He lets her wrist go, doesn’t bother to try to stop the bleeding, and pushes himself up towards her.

He kisses her like it’s natural. And she returns it without hesitation. When her hands tangle in his hair she seems just as desperate as he is. The blood slowly flowing from her wrist isn’t much of a concern now that Pearl is moaning into his mouth and doing everything in her power to get him closer. Who is Mumbo to deny her that?

She’s pulling at his tie again, this time to undo the knot and throw it to the side. Her fingers are clumsy on the buttons of his shirt, and as much as he’ll hate the blood stains when this is over he loves how shaky her hands have become. He can’t decide if it’s from the blood loss or desperation, maybe it’s both and that drives him insane.

Both his jacket and shirt end up on the floor in two seconds flat, before he even has the chance to consider taking hers off.

Pearl makes the decision for him, pulling away from the kiss to pull her own jacket off. He watches, enamoured. The venom hasn’t had time to wear off yet, but she’s fighting to keep control of herself. He sees it in the determined look in her eyes. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of seeing that look.

The white tank top stays for the moment, he’s thankful for that as he imagines it stained crimson. Pearls arm is already half soaked in blood, but Mumbo wants to see more. He wants to see how much she’ll give him before she either stops him, or can’t give any more.

Mumbo stands straight, hands cupping her face as he imagines it. He probably looks insane, mouth smeared with blood and eyes wild for more. Whatever else she’ll give him.

“I want you to fuck me.” Pearl says, hands gripping his wrists.

“Yeah,” Mumbo breathes out, nodding.

Pearl stands, her legs wobbly, but Mumbo easily supports her weight.

“Right now.”

Mumbo’s lips are back on hers in an instant as he guides them towards the nearest wall. Certainly not the most comfortable position, but it will do.

Her back hits the stone harsher than he would have liked, his strength returning to him throws him off. He hasn’t felt this alive since before the season started. It feels new, like the first day after he was turned. Pearl gave that to him. And gods he wants nothing more than to repay her for it.

Kissing down her neck feels as intoxicating as that first drop of blood. Pressing his tongue to her pulse has him moaning against her skin, and the blood flowing into his mouth is a drug he’s never going to stop craving.

More venom enters her bloodstream and he feels the second she feels it. Pearls knees buckle, her hands desperately clawing around him to keep herself upright.

Mumbo doesn’t take as much, she’s already given him so much and there’s different type of need is overtaking his senses. His lips find hers again, while his hands move to her shorts, quickly undoing the button and shoving down, out of his way. Her underwear lasts only a second longer as he trails his fingers across the waistband, before they join her shorts on the floor.

“Can I eat you out?” He asks against her lips.

“I think you’ve done a pretty good job of that already.” Pearl smiles, and chuckles at her own joke. “Next time? I want you in me. Like now.”

“Yeah okay.” Mumbo’s nods, one hand tangling in her hair as he presses his lips to hers again, the other trailing down between her legs, purposefully missing her clit. She’s moaning into his mouth again, and the sound is driving him mad. He’s growing painfully hard and it’s taking every ounce of effort he has to draw it out at all.

With the smell of blood thick in the air it feels like a heavy fog has settled on him. It’s not bad, quite the opposite. He never wants to leave the fog. It’s just the two of them, and he has Pearl pinned and squirming from his touch. Mumbo forces himself to pull away so he can watch her. Take in the sluggish trail of blood from her neck staining her shirt, watching as she throws her head back when his fingers finally find her clit.

“I swear to god Mumbo-” Pearl doesn’t finish her threat, instead another moan overtakes her.

He thinks she’s about to kill him when he pulls his hand away, that is until she notices him kicking off his shoes and working his belt off. His trousers and pants are on the floor equally as fast as hers were, freeing his aching dick from the stiff fabric.

Mumbo lets himself have half a second to look her over again. The blood covering half her body, the awareness slipping from her eyes, her breath picking up significantly. Her knees buckle again and this time Mumbo’s lifting her up to wrap her legs around his waist. It’s not the most comfortable position he’s ever been in, but as Mumbo shifts Pearl in his arms and reaches around to stroke his dick he can’t find it in himself to care.

The head of his cock glides across her pussy, the combination of her wetness and probably blood makes it easy. His tip catches and he slips inside. There’s barely any prep, but he pushes up into her like it’s where he belongs. Pearl clenches around him, a broken moan cut off when his mouth finds her neck again. The blood is still so sweet. He doesn’t bite, just licks up her neck to her jaw as he gives her time to adjust.

Pearls hips grind down, and it’s all the encouragement he needs before he’s thrusting up into her, pushing her back harshly against the wall. The sounds she’s making are broken and cut off. It’s music to his ears. Maybe, he thinks this was all worth it to hear her choke out his name between thrusts.

Mumbo tightens his hold around her, pressing his forehead against the side of her neck that isn’t covered in blood. She’s squeezing around him, and she’s so warm he feels like he’s burning, it’s so much in the best way.

Pearl lets one hand drop from his back, snaking between them as she rubs at her clit. Her moans turn into breathy whimpers with each slap of skin against skin.

There’s a small swell of satisfaction he gets from hearing her like this. Feeling her tighten around him and whimper out a sound close enough to his name that it can’t be anything else. Pearl is a watcher after all, a goddess that could have anyone she set her mind too. But she wants him. And he wants nothing more than to make sure she’s satisfied.

Pearls nails dig into the skin of his back, her hips rocking to urge him deeper, faster. He happily obliges. Picking up the pace as much as he’s able in the position they’re in. It’s not enough for her, he can tell, so it’s no surprise when she’s tapping his shoulder and wiggling out of his hold.

“Do you have a bed?” She asks, slipping off of him as he lowers her to the ground on unstable feet.

“Not yet.” The admittance is sheepish, but she doesn’t seem to be judging.

Her eyes shift around his storage room and she very quickly comes to her decision. Pearl grabs ahold of Mumbo’s hand as she lowers herself onto the floor, grabbing the discarded trousers and shorts to wad up under her head.

Pearls pulling him back into a kiss before he even has the chance to ask her if this is alright.

It takes him by surprise how wuickly she pulls away, and rolls herself onto her stomach. She gets her knees under her but her chest is pressed against the wad of discarded clothing.

The blood from her thigh is smeared across her legs, and Mumbo was right in his assumption that it was part of the wetness between her legs. He thinks agains that he wants to eat her out, but he’ll wait until she asks. ‘Next time’ she had said. And he realises then that she’s expecting there to be a next time.

Mumbo doesn’t waist any more time before he’s pushing into her again. The angle’s better, he feels deeper, and feeling Pearl hot and squeezing around him again feels like heaven. It takes only two thrusts before he’s picked up his previous pace.

His hands on her hips and gripping tight enough he hopes he’ll leave bruises, and he thinks about making sure it does. He thinks about littering her skin in bruises, leaving her not only with bite scars but a more temporary reminder. He thinks about her watching it all fade over time. He hopes she’ll come back when they do.

Mumbo leans over her, one arm supporting his wight next to her head, the other trailing up her body and under the blood stained tank top. She’s wearing a thin sports bra underneath, and it makes it easier for Mumbo’s hand to snake underneath fingers pinching at her hard nipple. Her reaction doesn’t go unnoticed. Her hand finds his next to her head, and she seems to be the one wanting to leave bruises now as her nails dig into his skin.

Mumbo thinks he could stay like this forever. But it’s getting harder and harder to keep his movement consistent as the pleasure grows. He’ll be toppling over the edge sooner than he’d like, but he also can’t bring himself to care.

He’s missing the beat more often than he hits it, and his fingers on her nipple becomes a full grip around her boob, nails digging into Pearls skin.

“Close,” Mumbo tells her, although it’s probably unnecessary with how shallow his movements have become.

The force of his orgasm has him pressing deep into her, and he can’t control how he bites into the unmarked side of her neck. That seems to be what does it for Pearl though, her body shaking under him as she squeezes hard around him. The whimpers become one last harsh moan, and the nails digging into his wrist would have drawn blood if he had any.

Pearl nearly collapses, only held up by Mumbo’s arm snaking around her hips.

He lowers them both down slowly, wanting to stay inside her as long as he can. He doesn’t want to give up that warmth just yet.

“Ok?” Mumbo asks once their breathing evens out.

Pearl nods, but takes a beat to say anything. “I’ll take that offer of eating me out now if you’re up for it.”

Or something like that

[chipperchemical]

okay okay okay, just hear me out

Mumpearl with 24

I know it sounds crazy, but I can see it.

I am not normal about Mumpearl

Mumbo/Pearl - a drunk kiss

word count: 371

A/N: strong woman and pathetic wet sock man duo

prompt list is here!

⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰

"Oh dear. I think you may have had a tad too much..." Mumbo fretted, trying his best to hold Pearl's shoulders so that she could remain upright and walking. It wasn't of much success -- Pearl was stumbling like a sailor down the cobbled street of Mumbo's childhood town. He readjusted his grip to no avail.

"I'll be fine, Mumbo..!" Pearl exclaimed with a slur to her voice. As if to prove herself, she shook his hands off of her shoulders and began marching with large steps and exaggerated arm movements. She could barely walk three steps before Mumbo had rushed over and steadied her again, this time with a hand on her hip and the other on her arm.

"You- You nearly fell!" He panicked, laughing nervously at his own protectiveness, "Look, you're usually a very capable woman, but you're gonna fall off this cliff if I let you walk alone!"

"Aaah, Mumbo, you're killing me." Pearl giggled, leaning into Mumbo from her drunken swaying and looking up at him stupidly, "Such a gentleman!"

"Oh, well, uh- Well yes, I suppose so..." Mumbo's stammering made Pearl laugh once again, leaving him to look away, a bit embarrassed and a bit flustered from the statement.

"You're cute." Pearl stated outright, watching as Mumbo flustered again. She laughed and pushed closer into his side to give him a brief kiss on the cheek. As he turned to look back at her, she stole the opportunity to pull him in and kiss him.

She could feel Mumbo startle against her lips (downright adorable) before his body caught up with his brain and he tilted his head into it, keeping his hold on her hip by gently running his thumb up and down it. Pearl blearily opened her eyes for a moment to see Mumbo against her, his eyes closed, a relaxed expression gracing his face. She smiled against his lips. After a too short moment, Mumbo pulled back.

"Well, uh- That was nice. Yeah." He smiled, beginning to walk them down the street again, "You do taste of cider, though."

"That's a good thing!" Pearl argued but Mumbo grimaced. She just chuckled softly, resting her head on his shoulder and resigning to her fate.

[ireallyliketalldarksultrymen]

hiyyaaa :33 can i request some mumpearl or gemrot perhaps (im in the mood for some rarepairs hehe >:3c)

mumpearl my loves,,, (vote gem and the scott’s at @scottsmajorshipbracket !!)

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As the Sun trailed downwards, golden hour dawning on everything below, flowers swayed with the wind and a round of robins took flight from tree branches. They swooped and swerved, wings flapping evenly along the way. 

Eventually, the round came to find a dwelling, tucked in a corner of shrubs and leafy canopy that hung overhead. They glanced at one another, and after a series of head tilts and whistles, the robins came to the decision to perch on one of the house’s windowsills. 

As it settled on the stone, one of these robins gazed into the glass pane in front of it. While the others huddled together and planned for a ��place to rest, this bird was fixated on what it found inside.

Behind the barrier of glass, the robin could see a dimly lit room, clear of most furniture—a small table and a woolly carpet remaining. A faint humming could be heard, melodic and slow, similar to the robin’s own trills.

On top of the table was something small and rectangular. It held a black disk, which was kept in place by a thin arm its side. The disk spun and spun and spun, never seeming to slow down.

The robin caught movement of something in its peripheral, moving to look in its direction.

A dark-haired man with curls and a wispy mustache seemed to be laughing, head thrown back and eyes closed. He wore a buttoned shirt, a red tie around his neck.

Next to him was a woman with silky brown hair. A toothy grin rested high on her face, a hand slipped into a pocket while the other one held a black circle. 

She moved towards the table, removing the disk off of the rectangle and replacing it with the one she held. Once she was finished, the tune the robin heard changed. She took the man’s hand and tugged him to the carpet, laughing as he stumbled along.

The situated themselves on it, her arm’s slung around his shoulders while his hands rested on her back. The man’s face was flushed, a nervous grin accompanying the look. The woman rolled her eyes, but her face matched his.

She began to tap her foot, on beat to the rhythm of the song. The man’s headed nodded with her.

One, two, three, four.

Five, six, seven, eight.

They began to sway a bit, small, simple movements. Soon, they incorporated their feet, stepping side-to-side slowly. There were a few times where the man stepped the woman’s foot, him soon rushing to apologize as she giggled. 

After a bit of this, they started to move from their original position. Nothing fancy, like twirling, this was more like rocking their bodies. The man seemed to be smoother this time, successfully avoiding stepping on the other’s feet.

It wasn’t longer befit they started to take grander strides, a few spins slipping their way in between their steps. They were unsuccessful, and fell off-rhythm at all times, yet the woman had her face tucked in the crook of the man’s neck, feeling content.

It as if the man couldn’t stop smiling—even if the woman tripped while attempting to complete a spin, which made the both of them fall into pits of laughter, louder than the humming in the background.

As the melody came to an end, they slowed their steps, and eventually came to a full stop on the place that they started. Unhurriedly, they leaned back from each other, before the robin knew it, the brown-haired one lifted herself on her toes to brush her lips against the man’s. His eyes went wide in surprise, but he soon closed them and leaned into her.

The robin heard a squawk behind it, turning to see a fledgling call for it. Far ahead was the rest of the round, seeming the fly east. 

The robin looked back at the two humans, then to the fledgling. It shook its head, saying it’d find its way to the nest.

The bird barely heard the fledgling fly away—not when its gaze was set on the couple as they prepared for the next dance.

[ty-bayonet-betteridge]

rewatching secret life and im still obsessed with the fact that Pearls INSTANT reaction to hearing Mumbo folds under praise is to start praising him constantly and ruthlessly. why does nobody ever talk about this. its indistinguishable from the way doms talk about subs with praise kinks. youre all sleeping on a great ship

[pocketshipping]

What’s ur opinion on MumPearl :3?

Mumpearl is so cute!! Mumbo pairings are always cute to me because he’s such a flustered and awkward man. It makes for many cute moments

[blackboxtheater]

My Kink is Karma twoCartMIS

Pearl really hates chest monsters. But not as much as she really likes redstone sorting systems.

Pearl x Mumbo, established relationship, based on Mumbo's sorting system from episode 33 and 34

This is NSFW. You've been warned.

"Is that all the items?" Mumbo's voice echoed up from the caves below his base.

"That the last of them. I'm coming in!" Pearl called back, ducking into the massive network of redstone and minecarts that made up Mumbo's new item sorting system.

"Head to your right and watch the water streams," he called as Pearl turned into the caves.

She could barely make out his voice over the clatter or dispensers and minecarts, but it sounded optimistic.

She was optimistic about this test. Each round of adding items to the system went smoother than the last, and the chaotic, barely contained excitement in Mumbo's voice as he left her for the last round of testing made her believe they really may have fixed all the issues this time.

"Did it work?" she asked as Mumbo suddenly emerged in front of her, running along the other side of the water stream as items floated by between them.

"Yes! I mean I think so!" Mumbo shouted, and the almost frantic glint in his eye as he smiled at her made her want to believe.

"I just have to check the chests upstairs but I think it worked! I think we did it!" his voice followed him as he clamored up the steps two at a time, and Pearl did her best to keep her eyes on the items in the water stream rather than watch him run.

If it worked....

Pearl tried to temper her expectations. It had been a long day of testing and there might still be issues. They might still have to test the system again and again. But it was getting harder and harder to stay focused as she watched Mumbo explain and tinker and problem solve and troubleshoot.

She liked watching him work and she wanted to learn more about redstone this season. That was why she offered to come help finish his new sorting system. But she hadn't realize quite how much she liked watching him work until she was here, watching him roll up his sleeves and adjust more hopper settings. Or maybe it was about the fact that it was a sorting system, finally organizing everything so elegantly and neatly into his base.

Either way, Pearl had been fidgeting with a growing crackle of electricity and want inside her for the past few hours. And she just knew that feeling wasn't going to resolve itself until Mumbo's system was up and running. It would stay there, slowly building and building under her skin until Mumbo finally said the system was ready.

She needed to know if this brilliant, crazy, elegant, cacophonous system worked.

And if it worked....then she wasn't sure she could be held accountable for her actions.

"It worked!" The jubilant shouts thundered down the stairs just moments before Mumbo himself did, turning the corner and beaming at Pearl with an ecstatic smile.

Turns out it didn't matter if it was a redstone thing or a organization thing or a Mumbo thing. What mattered was that Mumbo was striding towards her, looking perfectly disheveled and radiating the confidence and satisfaction of finally getting this vision exactly right.

Pearl didn't even let him say anything else before she crashed into him, grabbed him and pressing her lips to his before he could continue.

"Pearl?" Mumbo's voice nearly cracked as she pushed him back until his legs finally hit the glass blocks surrounding the water streams. But she was too busy loosening his tie and working on the top buttons of his shirt to bother answering. But once she got enough undone to finally kiss down the side of his neck, she quickly dropped her hands to start making much more important progress on undoing his belt.

"Pearl, what are you- oh!"

"I told you," she murmured right into his ear. "That I wouldn't fuck you in this base until all those abominable chest monsters were gone."

"Technically, I mean technically Pearl, they are still out there. We've just got the sorting system set up we still need to, you know, we need to get them all loaded, and, um..."

Pearl couldn't control her grin as she watched him struggle to form a coherent thought as she stroked him. She pulled back just enough to watch him squeeze his eyes shut and brace himself against the blocks as his knees faltered the slightest bit under her touch.

"If we'd unloaded all your stuff, I would have had a chance to grab a potion for some lube as it passed by," she said with a final kiss pressed against his jaw. "But I didn't get a chance to do that cause all that stuff is still in your chest monster."

"No complaints! I'm not complaining! Really!" came out of him in a rush and Pearl almost laughed at the eagerness. It had taken a minute for his brain to piece together what was happening, but his body had gotten the memo much faster given how hard he was in her hand.

"That would have been a lot of planning if you did that," Mumbo continued to mumble through with his eyes pressed shut until they shot open in shock.

"Wait how long have you been planning this?" he asked before a second round of confusion plastered across his face when he registered the Pearl was no longer curled against his neck.

Instead, she shot him a smile from where she was kneeling in front of him, fingers splayed across the front of his thighs ready to pull his pants out of the way enough to finally get her mouth on him.

"Pearl!" He practically squeaked out as he looked down at her in front of him, his blush painting his face so red that she could see it even amid the flickering torchlight and glowing redstone lines.

"But I think I can manage without the potion if you want-"

"Yes. Jesus Pearl, yes," he said with a gasp, running a hand over his face and up through his hair.

Before he could change his mind, she slid her fingers into his boxers and pulled him out. She used one hand to grip his hip as he stumbled again, knees nearly buckling and hips pushing forwards when she finally got her mouth on him.

Pearl wouldn't say she had historically loved giving blow jobs, but there was something about how reactive Mumbo was that drew her back to them time and time again with him. The way he gasped and moaned as she drew her tongue around him. The way he knotted his fingers through his hair when she took him fully in her mouth and how his hips stuttered against her when she added just a bit more suction. Whenever they did anything else, all the delightful noises he made got captured in kisses and muffled against her skin. All his constant movement got redirected into touches that teased and traced over her. But when she had him like this, there was nothing to stifle those sounds and reactions, and Pearl could get addicted to those kinds of unrestrained reactions.

Or maybe she already was addicted if she was on her knees in the grass behind a man-made cliff, trying to focus on the sound of his broken rambling over the sound of rushing water and clattering minecarts.

"Pearl. Oh my god- that feels- you feel- Pearl, soon I'm gonna-"

She looked up at him, taking in his heaving chest and completely disheveled hair. His tie was nowhere to be found. And when he finally looked down to lock eyes with her, she made a muffled humming noise as she took all of him in her mouth one last time. Between the affirmation and the vibration, it was enough to finally send him over the edge. So with a shout and a white knuckled grip on the edge of the block behind him, Mumbo finally came as Pearl quickly swallowed down the last of it.

She pulled back, tucking him back inside his trousers before taking a moment to catch her breath as Mumbo did the same above her.

When she finally stood, unsteady as the blood rushed back into her legs, Mumbo pulled her into him. This time he properly kissed her, his mouth hot against hers as his fingers threaded through her hair.

"Why are your fingers wet?" Pearl said with a half delirious giggle as drops of cool water trickled down her cheek.

"Someone decided to pin me against a water stream. And you know I'm not graceful. So when I tried to not fall over, my hand may have fallen in the water once. Or more than once. I was a little distracted."

"I would hope you'd be distracted," she said, feeling Mumbo's smile pressed against her own as he tipped forward to kiss her again.

And it was a lazy kisses that distracted Pearl, because she wasn't expecting to suddenly feel Mumbo dip and grab the back of her thighs, tipping the world upside down as he threw her over his shoulder.

"Mumbo!" she shouted squirming against his grip as they started moving through the storage area.

"Yes Pearl?" He asked, not even attempting to hide traces of a laugh.

"What are you doing?"

"Well I figure if you just liked my storage system you would have just said so. You don't normally go down on me because you think my build is good. Though if you wanted to, I wouldn't mind-"

"Mumbo!" She tried to sound offended, but between the truth in that comment and the ridiculousness of getting carried though his base like this, she couldn't quite keep the giddy giggle out of her voice.

"Right. But you decided to do a little more than tell me, and apparently you were thinking about this long enough to be looking for lube in my test chests," Mumbo explained as she felt them start to ascend one of the staircases leading back up to the rest of his base.

"So I figured," Mumbo continued as the daylight suddenly hit Pearl's eyes when they stepped into one of his base buildings. "That if you were thinking about it for that long, and you liked my build that much, then maybe you were a little more affected than you've let on."

Suddenly the world tipped again and Pearl felt herself tumbling into a bed in the hollow shell of Big Ron's building. Any response Pearl had was lost as Mumbo crawled over her, pressing her into the mattress and kissing her with even more intent that before.

She got the remainder of the buttons on his shirt undone and was working to push it off his shoulders before his lips slid down to her neck.

"I think that's a good theory. How about you test it?" she offered, her mouth finally free to respond even as she gasped and arched up against him.

The only response she got was a laugh, but she could feel it through his lips against her neck and the rumble of his chest against her fingers. And when his hand finally left her side to move to undo her shorts, Pearl knew Mumbo was about to find out exactly how right he was about her reaction to his builds.

[galaxy-lilies]

No need to answer if its spoiler but if Grian's Faye, who's Sofia btw?

that's what im trying to figure out cause as much as it would be funny to make grian and ariana griande two separate entities and grian has to deal with the fact mans went after a gal that looks exactly like him, i was also thinking of pearl. admittedly i do need to watch more pearl videos + other life series videos featuring the duo but from the interactions i've seen so far theyre sweet

+ the moment where colin asked his pilot teacher to write "will you marry me?" in the sky only to realize there was a typo not only does it feel very mumbo jumbo but also i'd think pearl would get a kick out of it

[mcyt-shipping-sideblog]

poly mounders!!

[teapot-of-tyrahn]

Mumpearl/Celestial Nonsense? (For the bingo card)

i do NOT know enough about them and it is criminal. but they are such a cute little rarepair and just from knowing their characters i KNOW their dynamic would be effervescent. holding them gently,,

[pearlescentmoonshippingbracket]

Thoughts on Mumpearl/Celestial Nonsense? They're just so- *froths at mouth*

Anon do you have any idea of what you just unleashed

God I love Mumpearl.

Because like, on the surface it’s awakward x confident. We see that with Mumbo telling Pearl he folds when complimented and Pearl immediately overloading him with compliments and getting him flustered. Imagining Mumbo being more unsure of himself and Pearl hyping him up as well or Pearl being an absolute girlboss and Mumbo being wowed

But here’s the thing that most people don’t know about MumPearl

Mumbo doesn’t know about Scarlet Pearl (I mean neither does Lizzie, Skizz or Gem but this ain’t about them)

Because when Mumbo turns red he immediately goes rouge and starts attacking the rest of the mounders and isolating himself in the radio tower (which, as a reminder,is above Pearl’s base) because he’s traumatised from the southlanders and last life. And the worst part is, Pearl knows EXACTLY what Mumbo’s going through.

She knows what it’s like to be alone and isolated and trapped in a tower and feel like you’re out of your mind and feel like no-one understands. She knows his pain too well but Mumbo doesn’t know that she knows. He only knows Pearl from last life, the one who got lucky, the one who’s always happy and ready to help, the only one with the stable alliance. He doesn’t think Pearl would understand BUT SHE DOES. She wanted Mumbo to remain allies with her, she mourned his death, she loved him but Mumbo just kept pushing away and— *actually explodes*

The fandom is sleeping on this ship I’m telling you, the storytelling potential is off the charts

(Also I’ve never seen anyone call them celestial nonsense before, it fits them)