#mumscarian anime au

[blitheringbongus]

What’d they find?

[braxiatel]

You know that “if it were a drawing I would call it a doodle or a sketch” incomplete fic I posted a while back?

Well here’s another from a few months ago.

Mumscarian (shocking, I know) hunger games au except instead of being told from the POV of someone in the hunger games it’s told by someone they left behind.

Content warnings are all similar in style and detail to the hunger games books, anx include injury (with specific mention of broken bones, spinal injuries, eye injuries, burns), references to genocide, displacement, and loss of a parental figure. Child- and animal endangerment, dissociation, non consensual body modifications, and possibly more that I cannot recall at this moment. Proceed with caution.

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Cats have healing powers.

Scar was the one who told him that, on a cold winter’s day in front of the fire. Had it really only been months? It felt so much longer…

Something about their purring, Scar had said. He had been more specific than that, but Mumbo’s head was somewhat hazy at the moment.

But the purring healed you, Mumbo could remember as much.

Still, he was pretty sure Jellie alone wasn’t going to get him out of this one, not for lack of trying.

It was her fault he was here anyway.

… No, that wasn’t true. He would have said as much to himself if not for the fact that even moving his lips to take in gasping breaths was agony.

They had been warned before the bombs started to drop. There has been time to run, Pearl’s hand in his so they did not lose each other in the crowd.

Until he saw a woman carrying a goat in her arms and remembered-

“I have to go back,” he panted through strained breaths - he was nowhere near as fit as Pearl, who had been washing the coal-smeared clothes of half the Seam since age eleven to make ends meet.

“What?!” Pearl asked, continuing to pull him towards the hovercraft that was waiting on the green. “Mumbo if we stay we’re going to die. Whatever you forgot it isn’t more important than your life, if can be replaced, I promise. Just-”

“Jellie,” he interrupted her. “We forgot Jellie.”

Pearl’s grip slackened. The crowd kept moving around them, indistinct bodies pushing them forward and together.

“It will break Scar if he comes home and finds out she’s gone. I’ll just… two minutes, okay? I’ll be two minutes. I’ll go to his house and if she isn’t home I’m leaving without her. I just have to try.”

Pearl had looked as though she wanted to argue. She was practical though, in the same way Grian was, in the same way every child that grew up in the Seam was

“No sense in wasting time then. Go. Two minutes, Mumbo, and no more.”

Jellie continued to purr in his arms, unaware of the danger they were still in.

Suppose he had fancied himself a romantic, running back into a doomed town to save his sort-of-boyfriend’s cat.

Grian would laugh and call him an idiot… or he would have once. Grian didn’t do a great deal of laughing these days.

Mumbo could taste blood on his tongue. He wondered if any of the animals that lived in the forests beyond District 12 could smell it, if at any moment a mountain lion might finish him off, defenceless as he was.

He wondered if any of the animals were even still alive.

There had been blood on his tongue the day it started too.

His father - his adopted father that was - always chided him for the habit of biting on his cheek when he was nervous. But not today. Xisuma may have been smiling under his breather, but the Mayor of 12 was anything but calm. Wishing that another boy - any other than Mumbo - would be the one whose name was drawn today, did not sit well with Mayor Xisuma, who had been appointed to keep the citizens of 12 in line and dedicated himself to keeping them safe instead.

Today Mumbo bit his cheek, lined up with every other boy age twelve to eighteen in the district.

Well, almost. Scar had offered him a wink from the line of girls, standing out like a sore thumb in his trousers and the white shirt that had long ago been tainted a greyish brown by wear.

Although Scar was only a little more than a year older than Mumbo, he had been towards the back with the other seventeen-year-olds, while Mumbo was perfectly in the middle, still two weeks shy of sixteen.

“You look as if you’re about to implode from sheer stress,” a familiar voice has said from behind him.

Mumbo couldn’t remember what he had replied anymore, but he did recall how the hints of blonde in Grian’s hair had stood out in the sun that day. Pearl, he knew, always insisted on both of them having a proper bath before the reaping.

They would have shared the same banter they always did. Grian would tease him for being nervous when his name was barely in the draw at all, and Mumbo would mentally assure himself that Grian was right, he was safe.

That had been the day he learned what he should actually have been fearing all along.

The world had stopped turning when Scar’s given name was called out.

It had taken a moment before anyone had recognised it, it had been years since he used it last after all.

“I prefer Scar, actually,” he had corrected, stepping out of the lineup with a smile on his face.

Scar’s nose wrinkled when he smiled and meant it. Mumbo had admired it a thousand times in breaks between lessons and walking home through the Merchant’s section of the district, had tasted it on his lips far too few times for Scar to go off to his death now.

Grian’s hand was a steadying presence on Mumbo’s back for only a moment before the next name was called.

“Grian Xelqua.”

This time the world had stopped spinning altogether. In Mumbo’s memory it did anyway.

His next real memory was sitting opposite Grian, in a room adjacent to his father’s office, babbling about making sure Pearl wouldn’t be left alone through sobs.

He had felt so awful about those tears. There he was, crying about the prospect of losing Grian and Scar, when his best friend and his boyfriend were both about to leave to die horribly in the Hunger Games.

He had only been given a moment with Grian before Pearl arrived. Even thinking about the look on her face as she went to tell her twin goodbye still chilled Mumbo to the bone.

Next, he had guided to see Scar, the seat still warm from Cub having sat there only moments ago.

Most people would have put Cub’s quick departure down to the fact that he and Scar were cousins so many times removed they were only barely more related than anyone else in the Merchant’s section.

Mumbo knew the truth to be something else entirely. Cub was a man of few words and a practical one at that. In the coming weeks, many would look sideways at his apothecary as it continued to be open even as Scar fought for his life in the games. Mumbo understood, though, and so did Scar.

“I love you,” it had been the first time either of them had said it, their romance still new. Now Scar spoke the words carefully, stroking Mumbo’s tear-stained cheek before he continued to add: “But when I leave this building I am going to have to forget that, and I want you to do the same. I love you, Mumbo, and that’s why I’m going to make sure you don’t lose both of us.”

At the time he hadn’t thought he would ever know greater pain than having to hide his feelings away, watching Scar use his golden tongue to charm the masses of the Capitol, convincing them of his undying devotion towards Grian, never once mentioning Mumbo in all of his interviews.

He was certainly in more pain now... Mumbo had always been a bit of a spoon, though, so it was no wonder he was wrong about that too.

Jellie crooned in his arms and Mumbo forced his right eye open - the left remaining stuck shut just as it had since the fire had licked across his skin.

Jellie’s fur may be a little singed, but Mumbo’s blood had put any fires that had touched her out. He almost wanted to laugh at that, but his lungs were stinging from the smoke and the ash in the air and it was all he could do not to choke on it.

Above the chasm he was lying in the wind blew harshly, stoking the fires consuming the forest around him.

It was definitely ironic that he should die this way. For months now he had had nightmares of flames, ever since that fateful day when the 74th Hunger Games had ended.

Grian had all but dragged Scar through the forests, Scar’s left leg trailing after him like deadweight and his right barely able to support him, fire chasing them ever forward.

Mumbo had been sick three times that day. When the fire started, again when a dagger was wedged into Grian’s right eye, and finally when the game makers had announced that Grian and Scar could not win together after all.

He had missed the part where they took each other’s hands and walked to the edge of a cliff, ready to throw themselves off together instead of either of them winning alone.

The fire crackled above the chasm again.

“Go,” he hissed through uneasy breaths, nudging Jellie with his shoulders. “Please.”

Scar would be devastated if she were to die this way, and he had only just started smiling again…

Hollow. That was the only word Mumbo had known that might describe Grian and Scar when they returned from the games. Facades, stitched together and polished by the best the Capitol had to offer, the very picture of Capitol beauty with none of what mattered left.

Scar had smiled and joked that hey, at least they had taken the tits while they were rearranging his skin to cover the fact that his leg had been mangled beyond recognition by a trap once meant to hold a fully grown bear. Mumbo had laughed. It hadn’t been funny in the least.

And while the things Scar said rarely failed to make Mumbo feel sick to his stomach, it was Grian’s silence that disturbed him.

That had come to a head one evening when Grian had torn the prosthetic eye from its socket, hurtling it so hard against the marble walls of his house in the victor’s village that the plastic had cracked. A new had arrived within the week.

Mumbo coughed and hacked, pain wracking his body as the smoke clawed on the inside of his throat and his lungs.

Stupid, stupid Mumbo. He had known the chasm was here, he had seen it on his adoptive father’s maps of the district enough time that he should have known to run the other way.

Granted, it had been more than half a year since he had last stepped foot in the mayoral office, when his father had disappeared overnight and his uncle had been put in charge of District 12 in his stead.

Xisuma’s brother had never been fond of either of them, and he paid little mind when Mumbo simply moved into one of the many spare bedrooms in Grian’s house in the Victor’s Village after they returned from their victory tour of Panem.

Officially he had become Cub’s apprentice, the district still needing medicine even though their one apothecary was now living with his cousin-nth-removed in luxury.

Unofficially he and Scar had finally talked again, combing out the tangled knots of their relationship and what it could even be now that Grian and Scar were only alive because of their status as the star-crossed lovers in the eyes of the citizens of the Capitol.

Mumbo loved Scar enough that he did not mind only holding Scar’s hand in private, did not mind how Scar looked at Grian in public view and in quiet moments at home when he thought no one would notice, did not begrudge Scar a single bit of the patience and space he needed before he was ready for Mumbo to kiss him again.

Scar, in turn, had not minded how Grian latched himself to Mumbo, how Mumbo and Grian would share a bed when nightmares kept them awake, and how Mumbo could not help but blush whenever Scar spoke of Grian.

In another world, they might have spent years dancing around the issue before they developed the emotional maturity to recognise that there was love enough between them for all three of them to share.

In this world, however, they were not afforded the luxury of time. It had felt as though Mumbo had only just gotten his two favourite people back, only for it to be announced that in a few months time, he would have to see at least one of them leave again, off to compete in the 75th Hunger Games as the only two living tributes in District 12 apart from Impulse, whose experience as a mentor was the only thing standing between Mumbo and the very real possibility that both of the boys - the men - he loved would return to him in a coffin.

Mumbo sobbed at the thought, then sobbed again when he continued to shake, muscles tensing and untensing around broken bones and ruptured organs as the morning sun rose to greet him, crimson red through the not-so-distant fires consuming his home.

Surely Grian and Scar were dead by now. The games… Mumbo was not politically savvy the way his two partners were, but he knew well enough that they had been supposed to die in the arena.

“Go,” he begged Jellie again, the burns on his face stinging as salty tears ate away at them.

Scar wouldn’t want her dead. Scar wouldn’t want anything, because he was no doubt dead in a box somewhere far, far away in the Capitol, but he wouldn’t have wanted her dead had he been alive.

The fires were close now, the air so thick even Mumbo’s desperate attempts for air seemed to yield none.

No one would miss him.

It hit him just then.

He was going to die, a broken body left to rot or burn in a chasm by a broken District. Grian and Scar would die too, his father had been dead for months. No one would even know that he was gone, just one name on a dizzyingly long list.

Silly, silly Mumbo, running back into a town doomed to burn to save a dead man from a broken heart. Pearl had been right, he shouldn’t have gone back.

Oh, Pearl! She would know he was gone. How had he managed to forget her? He felt he ought to know but his mind was providing nothign but static.

Another pang of guilt. He had promised Grian she wouldn’t be alone once, and now she would, all because he had been too sentimental. Because he had been too slow, clinging tight to Jellie as he watched the hovercrafts take off. Because he had taken a wrong turn, getting himself thrown into this stupid chasm by one of the countless bombs that had devastated the only home he had ever known.

“Go away,” he hissed at Jellie while he still had air left in his lungs to do so. “Shoo.”

Jelliw finally rose from her position at his side, earning herself a wet sob when her fur rubbed against one of Mumbo’s burns.

She yowled back at him, a familiar tone of complaint that most often harbingered-

Mumbo cringed when the first drop of rain hit his ruined skin, but instantly felt a wave of relief as water cooled his burns.

Soon the air was clearing too, his breaths less ragged but just as wet as it travelled through his ruined chest.

His one good eye fixed on Jellie as she sought shelter under an outcropping of rocks, looking expectantly at him, unaware that he couldn’t move to join her.

For now he was enjoying the relief of the rain anyway. His burns cooling, fat drops of rain slipping between his cracked lips to wet his tongue. He was certain he was far too calm when he congratulated himself on the fact he would likely bleed out rather than die of thirst.

Above him the fires hissed and sputtered, and for the first time since the alarms had sounded, he allowed himself to disengage from the situation.

His mind floated to the town he had grown up in. Would any of the Merchant’s Sector still be standing? He very much doubted it, given how long the bombs had continued to shake him to his bones and make his teeth clatter even after his tumble to the bottom of the chasm.

If any parts of the Seam were still standing it would only be because it covered a far larger part of the town than the Merchant’s Sector ever did, most of the houses barely able to withstand normal wind and weather.

Mumbo had called the Victor’s Village home for the past several months, but he found himself hoping it had been destroyed as well. There was nothing left for him there, even if he had held any hope of surviving.

Mumbo opened his eye with a start realisation: he very much did not want to die.

Silly thing to forget, really, but as had been established Mumbo could be rather silly.

He must have been drifting in and out of consciousness, because by now the crackle of the fire had grown distant, leaving a deadly quiet in its wake. The rain had stopped, and the clouds cleared enough to allow him to see the last rays of the setting sun painting the sky bruise purple.

He heaved in fresh air, his whole being shivering and shaking with the cold rain soaking his broken body.

His eye drifted to the side, to where Jellie was lying on her paws, watching him intently. She had a cut on her ear he had not seen through the haze of the smoke, but seemed otherwise unharmed.

Here were his choices:

He could stay where he was, dying of exposure or to his wounds.

Or he could try to move, and at least die somewhere slightly more dry and comfortable.

The choice would have been easy to Grian and Scar, he thought. Grian would have clawed his way out of the chasm by now, and not even death could have stopped Scar from holding Jellie in his arms.

To Mumbo it was far from simple.

See, Mumbo didn’t want to die, but he very much didn’t want to be in pain either and he had a feeling moving would hurt a great deal.

His mind was hazy, something that had been vivid earlier unclear to him now. Why did the thought of Grian and Scar make his eyes sting with sticky tears?

He didn’t want to leave them…

With a sob Mumbo realised he really had no choice at all.

“Jellie?” he asked. “Get Scar, won’t you? I need you to get him… I need you to get Scar so that he’s here when this is over.”

Jellie for her part stood and stretched, and that was enough to convince him that somehow the cat had understood his pleas.

Okay. This was it…

He flexed his toes but otherwise had no luck kicking against the ground.

No other thing for it, then…

If pain had weight the one that hit him must be hundreds of tons.

His lungs screamed for air, seizing as he dragged himself one little bit forward. The bone clicked in his arm, but far worse was the white-hot burning radiating through his spine and into his legs.

He wouldn’t have made it much further than half a metre when he collapsed against the wall of the chasm, his ears ringing… or perhaps that was simply the screams echoing through the chasm?

With each thundering beat of his heart panic spread further through his body, seaping into every muscle and every fibre.

“Help,” he called, voice hoarse and throat dry. “It hurts.”

A noise from above his head. A flicker of hope.

The rain had washed the blood from his face, at least enough that he could force his other eye open and locate the source of the sound. Jellie, despite her age, was quite athletic and had made it almost all the way to the top of the chasm.

Well, it wasn’t help, but it was a start, right? Jellie would run home and get Scar, or Grian, or maybe even Xisuma. Someone would find him…

The sun rose and at some point in the night Mumbo had stopped feeling the bite of the cold - in fact the chill dew on his skin was quite refreshing, as was the trickle off water next to his head.

He couldn’t move to drink it all, but with a tilt of his head he was able to gulp some of it down, soothing the dryness in his throat.

The forest was so quiet today. Mumbo had only ventured beyond the fence with Grian and Scar twice in his life, but what he recalled most clearly was how alive it had been compared to the stifling settlement they called home.

There were no birds now, no rustle of the wind in the leaves, not even the distant sound of hares and other small animals skittering through the forest floor.

Mumbo’s stomach churned. Was that roast meat he could smell on the wind? When had he even last had something to eat…?

He wished his clothes were not so heavy. If only they were lighter, he might be able to move and remove his shirt. When had the sun become so warm?

He tilted his head to drink more water, mud and ash sticking to the sides of his mouth.

The moon, too, was warm tonight. Mumbo had never known it to be as much before, but nonetheless, it was even warmer than the sun had been. He felt as though he was burning up.

The stars were so bright, as bright as Mumbo had only ever seen them through his father’s telescope. It had been the nicest thing they owned, the lense scratched but still functional enough that he had been able to look through it and dream himself far away.

They moved oddly, reflecting in the helmet of the person standing at the top of the chasm.

Their language was garbled too. Mumbo never knew there were animals that looked like people in the forest…

He blinked, tilting his head a little for a better look.

The person-animal recoiled and Mumbo wanted to shush it, tell it he grew up sheltered in the Merchant’s Section and had no idea how to harm it even if he wanted to.

It made another garbled sound. Except…

Except…

“-Nd a survivor. I repeat I have found a survivor. Requesting urgent medical attention.”

The person-animal - who may in fact just be a person, come to think of it - climbed down the side of the cave.

First they removed a glove, revealing pale skin, and then their helmet. A cascade of red curls fell out, framing a young woman’s face.

“My name is Gem, Scout for District 13. Can you hear me? Can you tell me your name?”

He blinked, certain he ought to know how to respond to that. His tongue, however, remained unyielding.

“Mumbo! MUMBO! Let me go! I need to see him!”

Mumbo wished he had the energy to turn his head and look up and see the owner of the voice, but he was simply too tired.

“Get him out of here and start working on getting a stretcher down here, I think his spine might be broken,” Gem said over their shoulder. Their tone was far softer when they turned around and spoke to him. “Mumbo? Is that your name? Mumbo, listen to me, you need to hang in there. Whatever you saw during the bombing of 12 could be very valuable to the resistance, so you have to hold on a little bit longer so we can get you to a doctor.”

The bombing of 12…

Mumbo knew he should feel something. Panic, grief, anger, anything at all.

In reality, he just felt tired.

“Grr… ggi,” he tried.

“You want Grian?” Gem asked. “Sure, sure. He’s on his way to the hovercraft and in a moment you will be too. I’m just going to give you something for the pain and the fever, okay?”

Fever? Since when did he have a fever?

A weight on his chest lessened a little, relief flooding through him as the dull throbbing of pain he had been feeling from his everywhere began to subside.

“Don’t fall asleep,” Gem instructed. “You might get a little tired but it’s very important that you don’t fall asleep.”

Mumbo wanted to open his mouth to tell them that of course, he wasn’t going to fall asleep. Instead he blinked and a moment later he was somewhere new. It looked like home, looking like the Market Square, only not at all. The Market Square should be bustling with late afternoon activity, judging by the sun being in the west. The market Square was surrounded by buildings on all sides, whereas this place barely had any rubble worthy of being called ‘walls’.

There was a mask over his face, one that reminded him of his father’s breather, its edges digging into his flesh.

“Let me go this instance or I swear I walk - and don’t think Scar won’t do the same. We both care about him and- Mumbo!”

Grian’s face entered his view. The Capitol liked to style him in a way that made him look older than a mere seventeen, but that was not the reason Mumbo could see no trace of the boy that had once sat next to him in school barely more than a year ago.

His one remaining eye was dark, clouded by unbridled fury.

His gaze softened a little when he sat next to Mumbo.

“Can I touch him?”

Yes, Mumbo wanted to say. His body felt so wrong, cold and hot and numb and aching, all of it all at once. He wanted Grian to hold him, wanted Scar to join in as well. Come to think of it, where was Scar?

“If you’re careful.”

Hold on, that voice was familiar. Cub? Why was Cub here? And where was ‘here’ anyway?

That train of thought died as cold lips pressed against Mumbo’s temple. Odd, Grian normally ran hot.

“Hey.” Another kiss, this time on his forearm of all places. Then again, it was one of the few places that didn’t tingle with pain… “Thought I’d lost you for a moment,” Grian whispered, one of his fingers trailing over the part of Mumbo’s arm he had just kissed.

The world shook, and Mumbo’s body went slack with pain.

“Gently,” Grian hissed over his shoulder. He looked at Mumbo again, and he looked so very human. “Be gentle… Mumbo? Mumbo?! Mumbo, you have to-”

If Grian actually told Mumbo what he wanted him to do, it was lost somewhere between the humming of the world around them and the static in Mumbo’s ears. His eyes had slipped close, and for the first time in days he felt safe to rest.

—

Mumbo was aching.

That was the first thought that crossed his mind. Next was this: he was not at home in the Victor’s Village, nor was he in the small apartment in the Justice Building that had been his childhood home.

The bed was too short for him, the linen too coarse, and most offensive of all there was an incessant beeping next to his right ear.

Heavy footsteps - familiar ones at that - approached and a door swung closed with a whir.

Right. The door opening had woken him in the first place.

He opened his eyes and had to blink when he saw the familiar face of his dead father.

“Xisuma?” he tried to ask, the name muffled by the mask sitting on his face.

“Oh, Mumbo, thank goodness,” his adoptive father said in the same tone as he would normally use when Mumbo came home half an hour late after taking the long way home from school with Grian and Scar. “Grian, he’s awake.”

Mumbo strained his eyes, only barely able to make out the bright red colour of a familiar sweater.

“What?” Grian, too, seemed to just have woken up. “Oh! Mumbo!”

A chair scraped across the floor and a moment later Grian came into view too.

“You’re alive,” Mumbo tried to say, trying to enunciate the words as much as he could with his mouth being as dry as it was.

“We could say the same to you,” Xisuma told him, pushing a lock of hair out of Mumbo’s face just as he had done when Mumbo first came to him at age seven. “I don’t know if you have the worst or the best luck in the world. Falling down a ravine like that, and staying safe from the fires and the bombs. Do you know the scouts only found you because Jellie found them and insisted they follow her? She’s getting a well-deserved rest now, but you’d better thank her when you’re up and about again… or well… Well, yes, when you see her.”

Though his father’s rambling was a comforting background noise Mumbo had missed dearly, one thing stuck out to Mumbo.

The bombs. The fires.

“12 is gone,” he shuddered.

“Some of the people made it out,” Xisuma told him. “The ones smart enough not to go running back after lost pets.”

Oh, had he really done that? Mumbo was certain he must be blushing with sheer embarrassment.

He couldn’t bring himself to regret it, though. Scar would have been devastated if anything had happened to Jellie.

Scar.

The thought struck him and the beeping sound increased.

“Gri?” He asked. “Where’s S…”

Mumbo choked on the words, his throat aching from the smoke he had inhaled and the dry air flowing through the breather covering the lower half of his face.

Grian waited for him to finish coughing, his hand resting on Mumbo’s right arm as a steady presence.

“He’s okay,” Grian told him, though the waver in his voice told Mumbo otherwise. Grian had always been a terrible liar, and Mumbo knew him far too well to believe him.

Judging by Grian’s expression he realised this too.

“He’s alive,” Grian corrected. “The Capitol have him. But we’re already looking into saving him. We’re going to get him back, Mumbo, I swear. You came back and he will too…”

Grian rose to his feet, kissing the same part of Mubmo’s forehead he had earlier.

“I’ll fix it all,” Grian promised him. “The two of us, we’ll find a way to bring him back, even if it means burning the Capitol to the ground.”

[3-pots-of-soup]

lil zoo keeper au fic:D im not great at writing dialogue and such, so apologies if you cringe + any feedback/constructive criticism is appreciated!!

wc: 663

tw: non

ships: non

Pearl’s day was off to an awful start; first she’d slept through her alarm, making her rush through her morning routine, then discovered her roommate and half brother Grian had drunken the last of the coffee. “This day *cannot* get worse.” Pearl said mid traffic jam.

Her day, could, in fact, get far worse.

She arrived to work thankfully on time and began her trek to the invertebrate house, on the other side of the zoo; she was so excited for the construction on the north entrance to finish.

When Pearl finally entered the invert house she was immediately greeted by loud chirping and a very frantic Mumbo “PEARL PEARL!! THE GRASSHOPPERS GOT OUT!!”

“WHAT DO YOU *MEAN* THE GRASSHOPPERS GOT OUT?!”

“I MEAN THEY HAVE ESCAPED THEIR ENCLOSURE AND. THEY. ARE. *EVERYWHERE*.”

As Pearl took in her surroundings she found that her coworker was right. The grasshoppers were indeed *everywhere*. “The zoo opens in under a half hour what do we do?” She asked in a panic.

“Scoop them up?” Mumbo suggested hesitantly.

“And put them where? It’ll take hours if we do it pick them up and put them back in the tank one by one- hold on how did they even get out in the first place?” Pearl questioned.

“Er, I might have forgotten to close their tank properly after I fed them last night.” Mumbo squeaked out.

Pearl stared at him blankly for a few seconds, then spun on her heel and began walking out of the building “Wait where are you going?” Mumbo asked in a panicked tone “Please Please don’t leave me alone with this disaster!!”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back in a few, I’ve got a plan!” And with that Pearl bolted out the door

As quick as she could Pearl ran towards the nearest drink stand “CUPS!” She shouted

“What?” Replied the bewildered employee

“ANIMAL ESCAPE I NEED CUPS WITH LIDS!”

The employee, name badge reading ‘Shelby S.’ responded by quickly grabbing a small stack of plastic cups and a small stack of lids for them “this enough?” She asked

“That’s perfect thank you!” Pearl said grabbing the cups and racing back to the invert house. She returned to a sign on the door in rather poor handwriting that read ‘Building not opem’. When she attempted to open the door she found that it was locked, and when she reached down to grab her keys, she found that the carabiner that normally held them, along with her id, was gone “dammmnn ittt.” She groaned, dragging her words, and began to bang on the doors.

It was only a minute or so until she saw Mumbo race over one hand in a gentle fist, hurriedly opening the door to let her in “what’s in your hand?” Pearl questioned once inside

“A grasshopper.” Her friend replied.

“Here” said Pearl, rolling her eyes and placing a cup in his free hand “you can put a few in here, toss the lid on, and once we have a few cups, we can put them back in their tank all at once.”

“Have I ever mentioned you’re a genius?”

“Yes, but you could certainly do it more often; now let’s get bug catching!” With that the duo spent the next hour or so running about catching grasshoppers.

“I really don’t get why they keep the feeder insects in here and not in houses where they’re used.” Mumbo commented from his spot on the floor

“I agree, but I suppose it makes sense to keep all the colonies in one space, and if they have to be kept in one place, I can see the logic behind putting them with the other bugs, still, sucks *we* have to deal with them.” Pearl said, laughing a bit, “now up you get! We have to open this place up, there’s still like,” Pearl checked her watch and groaned “*eight hours* till closing.”

“Alright, alright” Mumbo sighed, pulling himself up “let’s unlock those doors.”

That’s all i have atm, my plan for the au is to write one-shots for various povs:D might have some shipping here and there (mumscarian my beloved) but it won’t be the focus! Again any/all feed back welcome, and thanks for reading!!!!

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[siracethegreat]

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[2uhhyatko2]

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[mochiwrites]

Soo just wanna know somethings in sb au.

1.Does the glyph drawing need to be on like wax paper or encarved into a metal(idk like grians necklace and mumbos earing) or can someone tattoo it on themselves and it will still work?

2. How would you describe the ratio between humans and hybrids pretending to be humans in aqua town?

3. May we know some of the ages of some of the characters?

4. And just a fun Lil question if the sb characters were to be animals what would they be?

Lmaoo love that I went from like kinda serious questions to what animals they would be lol.

Also just to state a point

MUMSCARIAN SEX

👏 thank you to the person that said it first they read everyones mind

ehehehe questions for me!!! :D

1- technically, yes! the glyphs can be tattooed on someone (or... carved) and it'll still work! magic itself is contained within the glyph, so they can absolutely still function as intended

2- so fun fact about aqua town! it was actually established by the supernatural population a long time ago! :D there's definitely a higher percentage of supernatural creatures in aqua town compared to humans

( I've recently answered an ask about their ages :D )

4- oh god if they were animals hm. grian would Definitely be a cat. mumbo... snow leopard (they're known as a solitary animal ueueueue) and scar. scar gives me wolf vibes I cannot explain (it's probably the grim reaper thing)

and JHGFJKFHGK HELP

[angeart]

also if scar was just a cat he would be a cat not a human shaped cat since a human shaped animal is a furry if scar was simply a cat he would be shaped like jellie

well, he's human shaped because he's a cat hybrid but that word does get omitted kbnkskfj.

we have an au which is mumscarian cat (hybrid) au. they're all cats cat hybrids, but different. scar is a hairless cat, mumbo is a regular cat (black, with white spot under his nose looking like a moustache), and grian is a fluffy ginger cat.

—hybrid. cat hybrid. mhm. that.

they each have their own struggles and experiences and perceptions and i love this au to bits.

but a jellie shaped scar napping and purring in a cuddle pile with jellie also sounds nice.

[justfor2am]

how many book emojis r there .uhh 📒📓📔📕📖📗📘📙📚 (this is for that ask game im not just randomly sending book emojis .tho tbf id do that too) (kinda random but?????? i want an axolotl emoji when will they add an axolotl emoji they r my second favorite animal (first is bunnies 🐇) and i want to show them off .where is it when will i get an axolotl emoji‼️ i can accept not having emojis for like my fav bunnies n for my other fav animals thats FINE but no axolotl? actually crime wada hell)

waough first off: axolotl emoji would be fire, but you know what emoji we really missing? chocolate cake.

ALL of the cake and cake-adjacent emojis are vanilla, where's the love for my fudge lovers???

anyways, because you've got me going on pokemon now, fuckin obligatory pokemon au.

mumscarian because i love those guys: Mumbo: Pokemon Lab Technician Electric/Steel/Dragon/Normal/Flying Magneton (heheh gear go brrrr) Electrode (heheh orb go brrrr) Dragonair (he deserves one elegant-looking pokemon. as a treat) Steelix (YA METAL GUY WHOOOO) Porygon (what a lil weirdo. i love porygon) Noctowl (obligatory low-level starting area pokemon that he got emotionally attached to and now bullies him when he's up late) Scar: Retired Gym Leader Normal/Fairy/Psychic Meowth (obligatory jellie insert) Togetic (raised it from an egg!) Clefable (happy lil fella who Double Slapped scar into next week the first time they met) Espeon (also raised it since it was an eevee!) Alakazam (abras are so fucking annoying to catch but goddamn he did it) Girafarig (ehehe spooky 2-faced pokemon) Grian: Aspiring Champion Bayleef (only one with an actual starter lmao) Pidgeot (best flying pokemon i'm right btw) Vulpix (lil fire fox.....) Misdreavus (goofy ghost pokemon? perfect for him) Starmie (pretty gem need i say more) Eevee (untapped potential!!!) i picture this as grian being the usual pokemon protag trying to beat the elite four except he gets wayyyyyy too carried away with the side quests

mumbo works in a pokemon containment facility meant to observe and rehabilitate hostile/abandoned pokemon (either via adoption or relocation to the wild) and is in charge of keeping the servers running and making sure the database is up to date, which it frequently is not. grian tries training against mumbo often, but you can only battle the same trainer so main times before memorizing his movesets and using the same battle strategy over and over again, so mumbo gives him scar's number and suggests grian train with him instead. scar's only been retired a few years so he tends to have to shoo away rookie trainers from his front porch all the time, but grian instead offers to run favors for him (entirely by accident. scar's reputation FAR precedes himself, and was known for knocking trainers flat on their ass countless times when facing his team. plus, being one of the youngest professional gym trainers in the area, it's hard to get some peace and quiet.) scar finds this hilarious and decides to give grian a stupid amount of tasks to do, ranging from grocery shopping to weeding his garden, until grian finally caves and admits why he's really here. grian fully expects to be sent away, but scar is swayed by grian's persistence and complete dedication to the, objectively speaking, pointless tasks he was given, so scar agrees to help train grian's team.

misc. notes here: mumbo is the oldest of the three at about 26, with grian being 22 and scar 25. i think it's weird that pokemon just lets children run off and be trainers so let's assume that's not common practice here mumbo has a handful of badges, mostly so that his pokemon will listen to him. nearly all of his pokemon (minus the noctowl and the porygon) were gifted to him, so they're a little unruly at times. scar raised all of his pokemon either from eggs or newly born. (if i weren't working with gen 2 he would 100% have a sylveon) grian's eevee was actually a gift from scar, given to grian as an egg that he took great care in watching over.

[xoxo-ren-xoxo]

okay, okay, I think I have something...

CW: religion, religious trauma (I'm going for vaguely christian here, possibly catholic but don't quote me I don't remember my upbringing), abuse, homophobia, discrimination, torture, a bit of descriptive violence, death, this one isn't really for the faint of heart- sorry.

Grian is transfem in this but... not yet. So he/him for this segment but pretty soon after this bit she transes her gender yayyy <3 Also this became a grumbo AU with future mumscarian potential.

I'm not sure I even stuck with my own original concept but something insane happened here... sorry.

A... modern (?) society, not set in a minecraft-type world or anything like that. Some fantasy elements we will get into later.

Grian is raised in a small, very religious community. He's okay with this, doesn't really know any different, and is a good kid. "Raised right", with good manners, honest values, and a spark of creativity and joy that makes him a good farmhand. Out on the land, he spends his time helping his family harvest crops and tend animals, whilst occasionally attending church for schooling.

He's young - twelve, maybe - when he has his first vision. It's a normal day in the fields, checking the cabbage crop, and then suddenly he's somewhere else. Thousands, millions, uncountable numbers of eyes staring down at him. Like he's the most insignificant thing in the world. They speak to him, but he can't remember what they say.

Ever a good kid, he rushes to tell the local pastor, trembling and crying. He's told it was just a nightmare, but to pray away the devil anyway, because there must be something evil inside him. He's stuck praying for an hour before he's allowed to go home.

The visions are few and far between, but after the first, they make themselves more known. Grian doesn't know how to explain the horrific things he sees. Sometimes, it feels so real, it makes him sick. He tells his parents that God is talking to him. They say that it's a blessing. Grian doesn't agree.

At fifteen, he gets his first prophetic vision. He's talking to one of his mother's friends, who is chastising him for his slipping attendance at the church school. She's going on and on about how her son left when he was eighteen, and never writes home, and Grian really should think about his future...

And then he sees something puncture through her chest. Something invisible stabbing through her lungs, breaking ribs, making her collapse in a lifeless heap. He screams.

Then reality snaps back into view. The woman is staring at him, speechless, and Grian feels rather embarrassed. He apologises, saying his visions have been plaguing him more and more lately. The whole community has heard of them by now, some labeling Grian as possessed by the devil, not wanting him near the church, others claiming he has been blessed by God.

He explains the vision to the woman, because he has never had a reason to lie - lying is a sin - and she is horrified. He apologises again. It doesn't stop her from telling everyone.

A week later, the woman falls from a tree and is impaled by a branch while picking apples.

Grian is ostracised. They think he is possessed, or evil, or a bad omen, or under the demonic control of Hell. His parents don't let the community kick Grian out entirely, but he is barred from stepping foot in the church. The pastor continues to visit Grian's house every few weeks, trying various methods of cleansing - from a second baptism to prayer to trying to beat the devil out of him - yet nothing works. Grian's visions continue, and they become more terrifying, more graphic, more horrible every time.

Without school, Grian spends increasing amounts of time in the fields, working. He likes to visit the chickens, their presence acting as a sort of calm in Grian's upset mind. He can't shake the feeling that beyond the visions, and newer feelings of being watched, there is some other thing wrong with him... under it all.

He's eighteen, when he first sees the man in the woods. His parents' farm is bordered on one side by woodland, and Grian spends a lot of time out there away from everyone. And, well, one day he sees someone else.

The man is a little older than him, but not as old as the "proper" adults in Grian's village. He's very awkward after Grian spots him and immediately calls him out, sticking to the darkness of the forest rather than stepping out into the farmland. He introduces himself, stuttering, as Mumbo. Grian tells him that's a weird name, and they shouldn't be friends, because Grian is possessed by the devil.

Grian is not really sure if he believes that he's possessed, but that's what everyone says, so... he goes along with it. Mumbo tells him the possession thing isn't really a problem. He doesn't believe in the devil, himself.

The statement takes Grian aback. He... didn't know you could just not believe. He asks Mumbo to say more. So, Mumbo does, explaining that not everyone believes in God. The whole concept kind of blows Grian's mind.

When he goes home that evening and tries to tell his parents, they beat him until he's quiet and tell him to never converse with strange men in the woods. It seems obvious when they put it that way. He goes to bed hungry and nursing a few bruises.

Only a day later, Mumbo is there in the woods again, eager to talk with Grian. And, to his credit, Grian tries to avoid conversation. He tells the truth when Mumbo asks about his bruises, and Mumbo seems horrified. Grian clarifies that he deserved it for trying to disrespect God.

Mumbo once again says there is no God, and if there is, he wouldn't very well like one of his people getting hurt. Grian considers it, but... he's always been hurt. Disobeying means pain. And it was fine because he was bad. If it was wrong to hurt him, even if he was bad, that would mean-

No. He stops the thought there. But that doesn't mean he stops talking to Mumbo.

That's the problem with Mumbo. He's hard to shake, really, once he's attached. Grian also doesn't exactly try to shake him. Day after day he seeks Mumbo out, even stepping into the forest to talk, since Mumbo won't step out.

They become friends, then close friends, seeing each other almost every day. Sometimes, Grian tests the waters with his parents again, asking questions, and every time the same result. Punishment.

In the village, it feels like everyone's eyes are on him. Always watching for the slightest mistake. Disgust taints the people's features as they look at him. Grian feels shame at their glares. He is a monster. A demon. Abandoned by God.

And the visions keep coming. Predicting deaths and accidents, showing him images of angelic figures turned horrific, feeding him delusions that make him sick.

Through it all, Mumbo is there. The only person to actively interact with him like a human being.

Grian is twenty one when he realises he has... feelings of some kind, for Mumbo. It's weird, because he's never liked any of the women his age, really, but he always thought they were very pretty and he envied their effortless beauty. Now, finally, he's feeling something he'd describe as love, but it's with a man.

One late evening, as the sun paints the sky orange, Grian tries to explain himself to Mumbo. He expects ridicule as he dances around the topic. Mumbo says nothing, simply listening to Grian talk.

Then, he sighs. He says there's something Grian needs to know, and it might break Grian's lovesick feelings. He... isn't human.

At first, Grian laughs. He tells Mumbo there's better ways to reject someone. He wasn't planning on doing anything, anyway, because he knows what a sin is, and he doesn't want to commit such an obvious one. Mumbo rolls his eyes at that, reiterating for the billionth time he doesn't believe in sin, and loving another man isn't bad.

Though Grian doesn't quite understand, Mumbo smiles a little at the irony. Grian thinks he's a monster? Well, Mumbo is one.

"The village wants to kill you, mate." "What? No they don't, they just don't like me. 'Cause of the demons." "Not really. They're planning to rid the village of the devil, and that does mean you, too." "Mumbo-" "I know, actually, because they tried it with me." "... what are you?" "Just like you."

---

I'm losing motivation to write this well but basically:

Grian finds out the village is going to do a big cleanse and kill him in the process. He doesn't believe that it'll happen until it is literally happening, getting carried into the church by a mob of people. They tie his limbs and try to cut him open to get the demons out of him, but he lashes out.

The angels and monsters from his visions seem to pour from his soul, attacking the church-goers. There's a lot of screaming and blood and Grian doesn't know what's happening until he's outside the church and it's night time and Mumbo is there, helping him up and guiding him away from the village.

Grian slowly realises he's killed a Lot of people and completely blames himself, knowing himself now to be truly demonic. He rushes home, with Mumbo at his side, to confront his parents. They are shocked to see him, since they handed him over to the mob.

They start accusing Grian of all sorts of things, but they also offer to take him away, far away, to some lonely church where they're sure he can be saved. The devil will be purged from his body and he will be normal again.

Mumbo immediately defends Grian, saying he's not got the devil inside him, he's just different and that's okay. In the process, Mumbo gets angry and shouts that he loves Grian. This is the last straw for Grian's parents. They ask Grian if he's a sinner- if he's been seeing this man. When Grian doesn't respond, he's slapped across the face.

Everything after that is a bit of a blur. There are screams. Mumbo is gone from Grian's side, but his own sight is too taken-over with visions to make sense of the scene.

Things get quiet, in reality, and as Grian's visions- angry, judging eyes- calm down, he's met with the image of his parents, dead, bleeding from their necks. Mumbo standing over them, blood dripping from his mouth, sharp fangs and red eyes.

---

The rest of this, I think, is a healing arc, though there's Drama through the unsolved mystery of What Grian Is, alongside Grian Having A Gender Crisis She's A Girl Now. Mumbo takes Grian to his safe haven where Grian meets Scar (they will polycule it up later) and it's a whole thing.

If anyone has made it this far pleaase send me asks about this AU it is making me crazy actually. Literally ask me anything relating to 1. the above, 2. what happens next, 3. ideas YOU might have, 4. anything. literally anything.

Errrm. Yeah. Sorry.

???

We as a society need to use Watchers as a metaphor for religious trauma way more I think.

... maybe I need to be the one to do it

[aflightlessraven]

are there any other hermits present in biau? or just mumscarian?

See, here’s the thing, it’s not even mumscarian in the first place, I’m not that adventurous, Scar just likes to be a flirt. I want him to be flirty, but I don’t particularly have plans for any eventual Mumscarian, but I do want him and Grian to become essentially gal pal besties 🤪

Anyway! Other hermits!!

So far, I have a couple of ideas:

Demons:

Cleo will be Beezlebub, because I feel like her whole snake hair theme really would fit well as an adjacent parallel for the whole fly thing Beezlebub has going on. Also in this AU Cleo is the one who tempted Eve because SNAKE ! Which is how she became one of the highest ranking demons.

Hastur and Ligur are Doc and Ren because Doc fits the Demon role very well, and I think Ren makes a wonderful partner in crime. Dog/werewolf vibes line up well again with Hastur and Ligur’s animal theme they have going on.

Tango and Pearl are also demons.

Angels:

I would like Michael to be False, for one single reason, which is that I can imagine Grian calling her Falsie in the same way that Crowley says ‘Michaelllll, dudeeeee’. I imagine that False is Grian’s direct superior and is in charge of regularly checking up on him and almost stumbles upon Mumbo at Grian’s house.

Imagine with me for a moment, Mumbo gets unceremoniously shoved into the wardrobe, and then Grian is there, leaning up against the wardrobe door, trying terribly hard to seem casual going ‘Falsieeeee, heeeeey, long time no seeeee.’ That’s the mental image. And therefore she’s Michael.

Other background Angels are Impulse, Gem and Jimmy. Jimmy is Grian’s friend but is a bit more of a stickler for Heaven’s rules. He eventually meets Tango and they fall in love because I don’t make the rules.

I haven’t quite decided who Gabriel will be yet, or if any other hermits will make an appearance, so I’ll put them down as tbd.

[mochiwrites]

Scarian, Mumscarian, or Mumscarvexian Fairy tail AU???

Think of the Tower of Heaven Arc, Battle of Fairy Tail Arc, Tenrou Island Arc, Key of the Starry Sky Arc (Which is only anime exclusive), and The Grand Magic Games Arc!!!

we go mumscarian for fairy tail au >:3c

I ALREADY know that key of the starry sky (one of my absolute favorite arcs, I’m so glad it became canon in the manga AAAAAA) and the grand magic games will WRECK me emotionally…. GOD

but yes!!!! mumscarian :3 can’t choose between scarian and grumbo? Perfect solution. mumscarvexian isn’t my cup of tea </3

I’ve already got some ideas spinning 👀👀👀 (but I Am thinking real hard about GMG, a future grian coming in…. scar and mumbo watching him. well…. I shan’t say 😔)

[mochiwrites]

u talked ab other grian ships recently, will you ever include those in a fic/au? also! where do you get your ideas for your aus?

OH BOY OKAY.

SO.

I'm not sure if I'd ever do a full blown au for them (though I have kind of been rotating a impulse/grian/ren au??? that's very s6 and s9 centric, but it all depends on where my brain rot takes me), mainly because of brain rot and motivation. thanks to my. lovely adhd, interest in other grian ships that aren't mumscarian or polytechs really just like. come and go. so you might get lil drabbles from me where I'm rotating them, but full blown fics or aus? uhhh I'm unsure

as for !!! where I get my ideas for aus, I kind of get them from anywhere and everywhere I guess? sometimes I'll take inspiration from other fics, like how songbird's blood is slightly inspired by atherix's midnight, or mojo's spicy chicken au. other times it could be as simple as like. something someone says???

for crime au, stellar and I literally came up with the initial idea because I was talking about how amazing a villain scar would make. and uh, I actually don't remember how I came up with the initial idea for sea fruits. all I know is that it's absolutely got some influence from one piece here and there. so anime is def on there too, or general concepts of things I've watched or read. ironically sometimes I've even gotten ideas from class.

so uh, yeah! I get inspiration from anything around me ghfgfkgjf it's crazy, some of the things that have given me ideas. though my issue is Kind of how I think "too big". I always kind of go beyond for an idea if I really wanna play with whatever the concept I'm working with is.

[mochiwrites]

I've FINALLY fully caught up on Night Life and my fucking god. I'm so excited. My skin is BUZZING. The details in every single chapter and the descriptions are.. good lord. I feel like I'm sitting in the room with them, watching everything play out. Their voices and emotions crisp and clear and *there*. It's fascinating. Your worldbuilding abilities are extremely admirable, and you are one of the very few writers that not only inspire me to write, but make me WANT to write. I want to create whenever I read your stories, because they aren't even fics anymore. They're STORIES. They time, blood, heart, and emotion within every word and every letter is visible and on display. Your enjoyment of your aus and the patience and care and TIME put into your writing is impeccable. It's beautiful. It's astonishing. And every time I see you talk about your aus, or post a chapter, my skin buzzes with excitement. I get to be able to be someone who reads your stories, I get to live inside of them, I get to be on the edge of my seat, I get to be thinking about them, and I get to be able to COMMENT!! I get to share my thoughts, my theories, my questions, I get to spill out the water in my brain for you bc of the pure curiosity and wonder and WHIMSY you bring.

sobs? at all of this? 🥺🥺🥺

songbird is absolutely my biggest passion project I have — arguably even bigger than crime au ever was. it has elements of everything I enjoy in a fantasy story, and the au itself allows for me to implement more of my anime background in story telling. which is kind of how I learned to world build the way that I do? so much of my writing is influenced by anime and songbird is an au where that really gets to shine and 🥺💕💕

there’s so many elements in the au I love, like mumscarian’s dynamics, mumbo and scar’s backstories, grian’s character growth, the main themes of humanity and love and grief and acceptance and—

one of my very good friend’s told me once that my passion and love for songbird can be felt through what I write in the au and 🥺 I think that’s the greatest way I can really express how much I love this universe because I just don’t have the proper words

and just ueueueue, I could go on and on about songbird for days fmfkfkf

[mochiwrites]

hello, my name is mochi! I also go by mini, and I use she/they pronouns! I’m 21 and I don’t know what 9 plus 10 is.

I vibe in a lot of different fandoms, mainly mcyt and anime! I write on ao3 @ mochiwrites if you’re interested in checking out any of my stuff! ( I mainly write for hermitcraft atm ;3 )

I also don’t mind being tagged in things or sent rambles in my ask box !! I fully welcome it <3 mutuals are free to ask for my discord tag !!

tags I use ꨄ

#mochi speaks ; #momo rambles ; #mochi writes ; #mochi advice

active au tags ❀

#songbird’s blood au ; mumscarian | #secret husbands au ; scarian | #vexed epic au ; scarian

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*not a master post but the main wither rose grian post

this blog DOES engage in hermitshipping! if that isn’t your cup of tea, then you probably should avoid my blog <3

with that, welcome! :D

[mochiwrites]

4/5 stars. Pros: Good writing. Interesting AUs. One of the people who took Mumscarian out of being a rare pare. Good taste in manga/anime. Personally, I appreciate her takes on characters. Cons: I once saw someone upset at a reminder of NaLu. Risk of shipping actual rare pairs such as Ethdubpulse or Gleo. Pearl is dead in good crimes AU with little chance of ghost Pearl haunting anyone. If you’re not into AUs at all, you might want to skip but otherwise definitely worth checking out.

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I love it when I get people to ship rare pairs >:3 also !!!!! cries, I’m glad you enjoy my takes on characters 🥺🥺