#needed vampire grian

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grumbo week 2024 — #1 - souls

mumbo stole grian's soul in season 8, making them soul linked. except, what if grian was an avian and mumbo was a vampire, and the traits started manifesting both ways...?

-- prompts by @grumboweek

[mbirnsings-71]

and a Merry Crisis to @cannimochi my dear friend who has had to hear me sob about my au for hours on end- THANK YOU ILYSM AND I HOPE THESE GIFTS ARE SILLY ENOUGH FOR YOU

[pumpkin-dust]

friendly chat

[mooseyspooky]

Me all alone in my shared hostel room at 2pm in Chicago working on vampire Johnny, curled up in my bunk, before I have to get ready to go see Fontaines tonight

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rotating fire emblem 3 houses au in my brain.. silly

[xoxo-ren-xoxo]

Hermitcraft / Life Series Fic Recs

Because I love so many of them...

I'll split the fics into completed and updating fics, and try to only recommend currently updating fics (i.e., not abandoned). I'm going to write a little about why I like each fic and what the general vibes are - so this is also a kind of review I guess?

I've tried to @ the authors if they have a public tumblr. Sorry to anyone who didn't want to be tagged, I can remove any @ if you ask (or if I have embarrassingly tagged the wrong person). Anyway, enjoy, and I appreciate reblogs because I want as many people to see these fics as possible!!

This ended up being incredibly long so I'm putting a divider here. Click to keep reading!!! Also, fair warning: shipping ahead! Some fics will have mild sexual content, please read the tags if you are unsure <3

Updating Fics

I have already recommended Help Me To Breathe, lost in the dark (he's got a heavy heart), and There Are Monsters Nearby in this post, so I won't explain why I like them a second time, but definitely check them out!!

Death's A Good Gig by @mawofthemagnetar is probably going to be finished by the time this post gets to you, reader, but I'm putting it here anyway. It's short and sweet, one of my favourite representations of Zedaph (or, Zedeath) I've read, and just a joy to experience. If you like grim reapers and discussions of unions, this one is for you. Also I need more Zedaph in my life.

Look, I'm Sorry, Please Stop Scaring Everyone by @cat-in-the-desert reminds me a lot of a particular TV drama I liked when I was younger, which followed a similar premise. This fic follows Mumbo (vampire) and Grian (ghost) as they get up to various housemate shenanigans and meet their local magic-expert and salesman Scar. This fic is fun, but still includes a nice amount of Feelings and hinted-at Angst which I really love. It's lighthearted, but never boring.

It Hurts To Hope by Inquillitory is my favourite of the "Grian crash lands into Hermitcraft and causes problems for everyone" genre. Seeing how many fics there are with that premise, I think that says a lot. It handles Grian's weird Watcher stuff really well. Honestly, I just want to know what happens next!

killing the boy in the tv by @raspberrystruck is like a sickfic on steroids. If you want Grian with so much past trauma he forgets how to function in society, this is basically the fic for you. I really love how hybrid traits affect the characters' interactions in this fic, and how everyone is kind of messed up because of the imbalance Grian brings. It is wonderfully descriptive in all the right places!

Love Me Like I'm Dead by @daniofcrows is such a gem. You know how hard it is to find good Xisuma whump? It's impossible. I absolutely love how Xisuma and Evil X are characterised in this, and I am obsessed with the unique take on hanahaki disease which I have never seen handled in this way before. The balance between flashbacks and present day is maintained wonderfully and I cannot wait to continue reading this one. Wow.

Oh, you wanted me to do a verse? by @bugbbear is... kind of indescribable. It's horror. It's comedy. It's the apocalypse. It's boatem. Scar eats someone. One of the most interesting and unique apocalypse stories I have read. Slowly updating but worth the wait, in my opinion. This one NEEDS more attention.

So Much For Stardust by @a-plethora-of-peters is basically one of my all-time favourites. Which is a damn good achievement seeing as I don't usually read ZITS fics. Like, ever. In this fic, Skizz is a human abducted and hurt badly by aliens, now recovering in the care of good aliens who don't know how 'sentient' he is. Every update of this one makes me smile, it is wonderful. I love how the characters are written and how the different perspectives are shown. It is just great.

Solar Waltz by @raspberrystruck and aroundtheclock is a brilliant and very very sad regression fic. I love fluffy regression fics as much as the next guy, but this one just... hits different. The hurt/comfort levels are off the charts. Grian is so damn cute the whole time, while also being harrowingly complicated and sad. I am so ready for whatever comes next.

Tango's Castle of Cards by @evilrat-sabre is the one where Tango is a BUG. He's just a little guy (horror). This one is so beautifully written, with poetry-type interludes and perspective changes that really make everything feel so much more impactful. Finding out your buddy is a murder bug isn't the easiest thing in the world. I love this so much.

Traveling Thieves {Dark Fantasy AU} (series) by @amethystfairy1 is basically one of the series of all time. I know I keep saying that but it really really is. I love a good fantasy au, and I love an au with hybrids even more. In this world, hybrids are treated like slaves, but it isn't all doom and gloom for the main characters of each installment. There is a lot of hurt/comfort and the different stories feed into each other in really interesting ways. I try to read as much as I can, though I've missed a few because my emails are buggy. Definitely worth reading these fics, especially since now they're all starting to come together!

Completed Fics

Solving Counting Sheep by @theminecraftbee might have rearranged my brain chemistry a little. Another strong contender for 'fics that inspire me to kill Grian', this time with a more concrete notion of "replacement". Three is my favourite fucked up living weapon. It's so rare to find Evo fics in this day and age, too. This fic had me immediately clicking on every update as soon as I got the emails.

Rescue Fire by @imaginethat0327 is one of the most unique takes on a fictionalised life series game that I have ever read. The whole concept is explained in a realistic and easy-to-follow way, as we learn what's happening with the characters. There are several brilliant storylines happening in this one, but my particular favourites are Jimmy & Tango, Joel, and of course Scar & Grian. This fic is full of whump and, well, read the tags, it isn't always pleasant, but those are my favourite things ever. Definitely worth checking out this fic and its currently updating sequel.

don't you know about me? by takenbadgering is a wonderful comedy of errors with just the right amount of angst for a realistic setting type of fic. If you enjoy polyamory miscommunications, rave aesthetics, kandi, school teacher dynamics, and a lovely blend between grumbo, cubscar, and mumscar, this is the one.

Eventually the Birds Must Land by @milo-hypno follows a polyam ship I would have never thought of, and I cannot believe how much I loved it. This married-as-friends fic premise is wonderful, and captures the main trio (Grian, Mumbo, Impulse)'s personalities so well, while balancing them with the incredibly terrifying descriptions of the Watchers and their power. There's a lot of angst here, but it is ultimately hurt/comfort to the maximum degree. I loved reading it as it updated. Yay for gay marriage!

From The Archives (series) by @sixteenth-days was the absolute inspiration for my own Comms AU, and I will never forget its influence on me. As someone basically unfamiliar with TMA, I thought this series might be hard to follow, but it was not! I read all 57 parts in the span of two days, and I think it altered my brain chemistry. Please read it, even if (especially if) you don't know anything about TMA. The Cleo and Grian storyline lives in my head rent free. I mean it. This is horror at its finest. Also there's an audio series of this fic being released rn, which is very cool.

SUPERCRITICAL by @masque-of-plague hits different. It is such a wonderful take on the superhero/HotGuy trope, and it gets so super dark at some points! This one really takes swings at it's fictional government, which of course I love, while at the same time building this brilliantly emotional relationship between Scar and Grian. I do enjoy a bit of enemies to lovers, but the actual plot mixed into the story makes this one extra special. It is thrilling, with action that I don't get to see too often! Great work.

I am weary with contending! is one of the mumscarian fics of all time. From 'this house has people in it'-type horror, to magic gone wrong, to childhood trauma, to attempted assassination, to gender fuckery, this fic has it all. Usually I don't go for convex siblings, but this one is good enough to get a pass from me. Amazingly detailed worldbuilding alongside a brilliantly creative story.

It Spreads by @foxxology may not count as a fic, actually. It's a comic. But it's posted on ao3 so it counts. I was obsessed with this one as it was updating, honestly. It rocked me to my core. The art is phenomenal. The writing is brilliant. I love sculk.

Luck of the sea by Sleepy_Duck is a lovely take on mermaid and human interactions, with Grian as a marine life conservator and Scar as a very neglected mer. This one takes us emotionally in all sorts of directions, and offers lots of hope for the future of the characters. I heavily enjoyed this fic - if you like mermaids and marine biology, check it out.

there are many downsides to being a marine biologist by donnerstag is another mermaid fic but with a pretty different vibe. First of all, it follows what I would consider a rarepair Doc/Martyn. Second of all, reading this as it updated was a thrilling experience that nearly made me cry at certain points. I love how the relationship builds in this fic. It is honestly amazing. The whole idea of experimenting on a sentient sea creature, learning that he can communicate, then losing funding and having to save him from being dissected?!?! It's crazy. I love it.

Thus concludes my fic recommendations. I hope you enjoy at least some of these, and consider reblogging to spread these wonderful fics around <3

[frozenjokes]

Cub and mumbo is a ship I really want to like extremely badly but it hasn’t quite clicked in my brain how they would work so I just need to take a moment to ramble and brainstorm and make it happen.

I think they have a kind of vibe that’s like ‘I saw cub at the ‘eating people’ club!’ ‘what were YOU doing that the ‘eating people’ club?’ I imagine cub being charmed by S8 mumbo and his quite frankly insane workaround to stealing Grian’s soul instead of just cannibalism normal style. Cub might keep tabs on Mumbo after that, just curiosity with little interaction, and he ends up witnessing multiple instances of Technically Not Cannibalism? that leave him kind of baffled?? mumbo jumbo why are you jumping through hoops like this. I am fascinated by you but I think also you are in desperate need of tearing someone apart (and god I’d love to watch). They’ve said a total of five words to each other when cub wanders over to him and is like hey. if you wanted to 👉👈 you could ✌️ rip scar into a million pieces with me :) for fun :)

mumbo goes ?????????no????????"? and cub comes away from this interaction dejected and also with the impression that the issue here is that mumbo is simply repressed and is in desperate need of help and nothing else. commence slutfan135 (attraction and eating people are integrally linked which is a universal for everyone cub has decided)

from Mumbo’s perspective this is coming out of fucking nowhere and he’s deeply deeply confused until he’s chatting with scar one day and the subject comes up and scar’s like oh yeah lol he wants you to eat him soooooo bad he’s been talking my ear off about for weeks and mumbo goes Why. W hy. And scar shrugs. (Unhinged cubfan monologue would not have been understandable to anyone especially not scar but he’s just happy to listen to cub talk. Nothing is more fun than listening to an autistic person go off the rails about something insane.)

Mumbo just approaches cub the next day and goes dude I do not want to eat you and I’m not going to. And cub goes 🥺 please? Somehow this leads to a conversation about desire and carnal attraction and gore and shit and it’s nice probably. Mumbo doesn’t really want to hurt people so instead he chooses to hurt people in extremely convoluted ways instead. Cub suggests he go apeshit instead. you’ve been cannibalism edging me for weeks mumbo jumbo I am begging you. Something something guilt and shame and it’s all an extremely poorly disguised allegory for catholic guilt and shame in regards to sex. maybe it ends with mumbo suggesting cub eat him instead. This might fix him??? I enjoy a predator hunter/hunted dynamic so I think that would go hard with cub being like okay :3 only if I can chase you through my gay little labyrinth. Even better if the turns get tabled on cub and mumbo ends up killing him instead. I haven’t mentioned mumbo is a vampire yet but he is. Then they eat each other the end. cumbo win

[d0not-disturb]

Vampire Mumbo and Grian possible holding hands and or kissing (I need for research purposes for Grumbo vampire fic)

Mkay bookie

[theburrowss]

Solar Event [Chapter 3]

Pair: Scar/Grian [DesertDuo]

Tags: Space AU, Space Cowboys, Eventual Romance, Fluff and Angst, Comfort

Summary: Grian immediately clicks with their new friend Mumbo, and Scar feels complicated about it.

A perilous moment forces Grian to relive old wounds and gets the comfort he needs from a good friend—or co-pilot? Maybe.

Words: 23.7k

Link: Solar Event Chapter 3 on Ao3!

An excerpt from the chapter:

“Hello! I’m Mumbo.”

The tall lanky creature stood before Grian, bug eyes petrifying through him with a sort of kind look to those brown pupils. Mumbo leaned backward to pull the lenses off of his eyes, revealing the normal sized orbs beneath with a slim face and a button nose, almost like Scar’s. Tufts of white and red fur lined the man’s sideburns, blending into the black hair on his head. Antenna waves around curiously, examining the air. Grian thought he’d looked similar to what Alerion described as a vampire, with a white streak running through the man’s strands.

So the silliness ensued.

Grian smiled the moment he shook hands with Mumbo, their conversation flowed so naturally it was rather comical how well they’d bonded.

“Hello, I’m Grian.”

[w1ngedv01d]

There's nothing I love more than Vampire Mumbo.

Combine a Terrifying Creature Of The Night with my Scatterbrained Science Man? Perfection

His face is constantly red bc he keeps coming uo with redstone projects to do outside and tries to go out and do them in the Middle of the DAY because he Forgot that's Bad for him

Grian has to offer to let Mumbo drink from HIM because he tried to ask several times and just got so awkward he was about to combust

When people comment how they're relieved he's not a scary vampire he immediately goes "I could be scary!" in a defensive tone

And no one believes him until this dumbass (/affectionate) focuses on projects for several weeks and FORGETS HE NEEDS BLOOD, then goes on a short blood hungry rampage

I love him

Please love him?

[empyrealwinter]

So i went ahead with the Elder Scrolls au idea and have some sketches (sorry for the horrible picture quality i don't have any way to scan my art)

This'll just be me rambling about this idea :D Feedback is welcomed!

Scar as a bosmer just makes sense I'm not gonna lie. There's no real deep interesting though about why he would be. But I did want to add horns because its my favorite little bit of Bosmer lore and I want to see it more often.

Same thing goes for Mumbo and being a vampire, its a common head cannon. TES vampires are a little more interesting cause of their lore and the different variations to them.

Major spoilers for the background lore of TES and some for The Dawngaurd DLC of Skyrim

Grian on the other hand has a lot more meat to him. I've made him a deadric prince because of the whole watcher thing. Compared to the others I cave more idea's about his schtick, mostly cause I'd need to justify him being a literal god like being. Spoilers for if you don't know anything about the deadra or the creation story of the world in the TES franchise . I feel like he'd have a some what similar story to Meridia who is the deadric prince of light. The idea is that like her Grian would've been a Magne-Ge but unlike her chose to watch the creation of the mundas and stay rather than flee with Magnus and choosing to become a deadra. Sort of like a curiosity situation, instead of fleeing he chose to watch and be patron to the mortals of Nirn.

The last guy on the page is Etho who, I sorta struggled with finding a race for him. Thinking maybe a snow leopard Khajiit or just some regular dude and then I remembered there's a literal race of Snow elves in Skyrim. They falmer (snow elves) are a whole can of worms on their own considering there were only 2 living uncorrupted/not devolved falmer left, which show up in the dawngaurd dlc. So actually making a falmer based character is hard enough but theres only one set of snow elf armor in the game, with little to no references to clothing or cultural art. Which is unfortunate since every other race has documented history and culture or the player is physically able to do to the ruins. Still, Etho as a snow elf is a fun idea so I'm sticking with it

Not sure if I would want him to be a worshiper of Auri-El since that is the dominant and only known (at least for me but I don't think there's any other religions) religion of the snow elves.

That's honestly all I have fore now, hope its interesting

[blueishspace]

Looped Sun 17

Back to regularly scheduled programming.

Loop #462

Grian: Jimmy Jimmy Jimmy what do you mean you got a child!?!

Jimmy: Oh you know... it just happened.

Grian: ... HOW DOES IT JUST HAPPEN!?!?

Jimmy: Listen! Listen Grian. It was Tango who broke the fabric of reality.

Grian: Just... what loop did you get her from.

Jimmy: Fear and Hunger.

Grian: ... I... Jimmy mate...did you adopt the god of fear and hunger?

Jimmy: Well... Scott and Tango did too.

Grian: yhbdggfsthxayhcsdgnptsdjkogf kfarjnf ghjvJimmy Jimmy Jimmy what!?!? (Canon accurate noises)

Loop #465

Pearl: Mate, how long is this loop going to be?

Mumbo: I... have no idea.

Pearl: Ugh, why are we even in jail? I got nothing from loop memories.

Mumbo: Crimes? Probably?

Pearl: No shit.

Mumbo: Pearl!

Pearl: We should break out.

Mumbo: What!?

Pearl: I said we should break out.

Mumbo: ... Alright.

Loop #467

Scar: Grian, where did you-

Grian: Scar, this loop is going to be great!

Scar: It is?

Grian: I present to you, the tardis!

Scar: ... Oh! Is this a ...uh Doctor Who variant?

Grian: You bet it is!

Grian: So, anywhere you want to go?

Scar: Oh uh... Hmmm... I need references for a castle I'm building.

Grian: Middle ages, reinassance or?

Scar: I uh... castle? Like regular castle?

Grian: Let me think... 12th century should do.

Scar: What is that!?

Dalek: I am a Dalek.

Scar: A Daklek.

Dalek: Dalek.

Scar: Dilek? Dalk?

Grian: A Dalk!?! Pfttt-

Dalek: Exterminate!

Grian: And now is the time where we run.

Scar: Wait if you are the doctor am I a companion. Am I going to die or be stuck as a robot or something.

Grian: ... No.

Scar: Well It's just-

Grian: You aren't dying. I promise.

Grian: ... Out of all the companion's fate getting to replace the toymaker is hardly the worst one.

Scar: I didn't know vex magic could work on gods!

Grian: Eh, to be fair the whoverse gods are pretty weak compared to others.

Loop #450

Grian: I always told you that you were like a vampire!

Mumbo: ... I don't appreciate this.

Grian: Oh come on Dracula, at least you get to use new magic.

Mumbo: I can't leave during the day Grian! It's pants! I can't go on my bike trips!

Grian: I mean, can't you go during the night? It's not like anything can hurt you.

Mumbo: Of course no- ... Wait... Hmmm...

Mumbo: Grian mate, can I please come in?

Grian: Hmmm...nah.

Mumbo: G, mate, please?

Grian: Nope.

Mumbo: You spoon! Let me in!

Loop #473

Grian: You haven't named her yet? You can't possibly call her The Girl forever.

Tango: Not really, namificating is not something you can just do and she doesn't mind being referred as the Girl.

Grian: Does she have literally any other name you could use!? A nickname? A middle name? Her mother's maiden name.

Scott: Technically the Ancient One.... though the Endless if you consider that to be her mothers maiden name.

Grian: You are not naming a child The Ancient One... or the endless.

Scott: You named your children Grumbot and Jrumbot.

Grian: It's ...different!

Scott: Huh uh. Of course.

Jimmy: Grian Isn't fully wrong though.

Scott: I know... It just feels weird to think about.

Tango: Maybe we can start from her...title?

Scott: Girl or Ancient One? Both are awful names full offence.

Jimmy: Maybe Ancient can become An-something. An-uh...?

Scott: Uh...you mean something like Anne? Annie? Anita? Angela?

Jimmy: Exactly!

Tango: Hmmm... We should try asking her if any fit...

Scott: We have a name and a middle name too.

Tango: We wrote down some ideas and had her choose.

Mumbo: Oh!

Grian: Finally.

Tango: Anne Fair Tek.

Grian: That's a good name- Wait wait wait... Fair...Anne... Fair and Anne. Fear and Anne-ger...you.

Scott: Oh, he's quicker then I tought.

Grian: You named her after a pun!??! I- am... I don't know how to feel about that.

Tango: She liked Anne best ok? she chose it. I just had to at that point.

Scott: Don't tell Jimmy though, he hasn't realized it yet.

Loop #476

Pearl understood why this happened, she really did, but she also didn't think she would enjoy it, looking at her loop memories it seemed she was stuck in Double Life after winning... It was exceptionally lonely.

It had been two days when she realized she could just leave the server pretty easy, the Watchers might try to stop her but she was also a goddess multiple times over. Yet, she also wanted to see how long it took for someone to come back to search for her.

The answer was two weeks it seems, she was almost starting to consider the "leave the server" option but she was glad she didn't. Now the players here probably expected her to be insane or rabid, instead they were going to find her tending to her newest build.

The fact it took a day for them to even try to approach was indication of how scared they were of her, it was funny really, she just had a lovely day working on her garden and base during the whole thing.

Pearl: Hello there mate!

Scott: Pearl!?

Pearl: That's me!

Scott: ... You aren't... attacking me?

Pearl: Oh why would I? You sacrificed myself for me! It's not like you do it for everyone.

Pearl didn't want to hurt Scott, even an unawoken version of him, this didn't mean sshe couldn't use her knowledge of him to be annoying. And she could see him react to her comment, acting ignorant was so fun sometimes.

Scott: O-oh. I see you built a new base?

Pearl: Yeah, had nothing to do for a while.

Scott: I- ... Sorry-

Pearl: Oh don't worry. Want some apple juice?

Scott: Apple juice!?!

Pearl: It's like water? But with apple flavour and made from crushed apple?

Scott: I know what apple juice is Pearl, I just didn't -

Pearl: That's good then, want some?

Scott: ... Uh...sure?

In the end her and Scott talked a bit and then he left very confused... Then after a bit came Grian and she decided she was going to have some fun, just a little bit.

Pearl: Hey there mate, want something to drink?

Grian: uhh... Sure?

Pearl: We got juice, tea, water, spiders, coffee-

Grian: Spiders?

Pearl: Oh sure here you go!

Grian: Wait no that's not what I meant-

But she had already started poaring spiders into his cup.

Loop #479

Grian: I had the weirdest variant loop.

Mumbo: What was it?

Grian: It was Last Life except for one thing. One horrible thing.

Mumbo: ...??

Grian: You know that time I took your mustache?

Mumbo: ... Yeah? Grian: Everyone. And I mean everyone had a mustache except for you.

Mumbo: ... Ew.

Grian: I know! I don't know which is worse! Your face is all like weird without a mustache.

Mumbo: ...Thanks...

Grian: No offence.

Mumbo: Just go on G.

Grian: But seeing Jimmy with it was almost as cursed! It doesn't look right on him or Cleo or ...Etho! Etho had the mustache over his mask!!

Mumbo: ... How?

Grian: I don't know! That's the problem!

Loop #481

Grian: How do you even have Anne join the server? Most of the time whitelist is strict.

Tango: Made her a full player a few loops ago and then just tell X that she's my daughter.

Grian: And he believes it?

Tango: It's not a lie.

Grian: Eh. Guess not.

Tango: And even if he didn't he might be the owner but I'm an admin as well and the other admins would back me up too.

Grian: ...

Tango: I want to ask you a favour.

Grian: ... Let's hear it.

Tango: You... you know fear magic don't you? From your TMA loop as The Eye?

Grian: So Scott told you about that? Yeah.

Tango: Anne... she might not have been to the depth but I know that despite still being a little girl she is in part the god of fear and hunger she can become.

Grian: ... So?

Tango: I just want you to teach her, Scott will help as well since he was of The Vast in that loop.

Grian: Sure, god of fear and hunger implies a second part too doesn't it?

Tango: We are working on it... We might ask Famine from the good omens loop but it's a bit more complicated.

Grian: Alright, I'll do it.

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[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

[maddragon15]

Guys I was in the middle of sketching Jevin for hermitaday and I saw on twitter that there was an unused vampire grian skin. So I immediately had to drop the sketch and draw the skin.

Was it worth it? Oh most definitely. Am I going to go a bit insane on vampire mumbo and vampire grian aus? Heck yeah. Like the implications that vampire grian has dark/black hair is kinda insane bc does that mean mumbo had different colored hair?? Or are we going with good ol shapeshifter mumbo who happens to like blood a little too much? I wanna know the details man. But this goes wonderfully with convex cannibals and I will be drawing the three interacting later. Also I still need to post my hcs but it's been well worth it participating in hermitaday bc well it semi forces me to do daily art again. Also also sorry about the ramble, I mean this is tumblr after all and is expected but I'm far too invested in silly little block people and the what-ifs of storytelling :3

[angeart]

vampire scar ch1 story wip-

The area around them is dangerous; the night is quickly drawing in and the darkness is beginning to wield claws and teeth, bloodlust seeping into the air in sharp howls and snarls. Yet even then, entering unknown structures could be as dooming as staying inside. Four walls could as easily trap as protect. It’s always a gamble.

With that in mind, Grian still leads Mumbo towards the mansion that looms eerie and quiet and foreboding in front of them. With a little bit of luck, it will be abandoned, covered in dust and silence and bones. 

He should’ve known better. They haven’t had luck in a long time.

The hinges creak when they ram into the huge, ornate front door to convince it to open. That’s promising. The grating sound is a song of disuse, and Grian considers it a good sign as they tumble inside and quickly shut the door behind them.

For a little bit, they just breathe and try to get their bearings. The entrance hall is huge, sprawling, running off in all kinds of directions. It’s hard to make out the detail of the interior; the only light is the swiftly dimming light coming in through the windows.

Grian fails to notice that the windows aren’t covered in grime. He fails to notice that the place is not in disarray, covered in spiderwebs. He fails to notice that the air isn’t stale and dusty. 

“I—I think this looks good?” Mumbo looks around cautiously, keeping close to Grian in this unfamiliar space.

Grian breathes out a huff of relief, even though the sound is still coated with tension; his body refuses to relax, too many unknown variables still spinning through his mind. Anything could lurk in the dark corners and dozens of rooms, and they’re aware only of one singular escape route—and even that is slow and uncertain, hanging on rusty, unwilling hinges. 

If he would be easily swayed with any shreds of things that faintly resemble comfort, they wouldn’t have survived this long.

So he doesn’t give in. He looks around, and he wishes it would be as simple as it seems. There’s a desperate yearning in him for something uncomplicated, for one night not filled with threats and dread and fear for their lives. How he wishes to be able to close his eyes and maybe, maybe sink into a soft bed and just sleep without being terrified of the possibility of not waking up in the morning—

This place is bound to have some soft beds.

Grian’s stomach twists at the thought. No, he tells himself. He can’t be stupid here. He can’t give in. They need to remain alert; they know nothing about this place.

“We should look around,” he suggests, voice taut. 

“Yes. Definitely,” Mumbo agrees immediately, his eyes roaming the area. “Do you want to split up?”

Grian swivels on his heels to face him, an indignant scoff on his lips. “Split—Split up?! Mumbo!” he chastises. “You know that—“

Mumbo lifts his hands up defensively. “Alright, alright! I’m just saying, it’s a big place. Lots of ground to cover.”

Grian’s gaze is drawn off to the side, to the doors that line only one side of the room. So many options. So many possible traps. So many places for danger to hide in. “Okay,” he says slowly, trying to swallow the trepidation that grows thick in his throat. “We could—Maybe we could check adjacent rooms, stay near but check multiple places at once?” he suggests, even though everything in him prickles, unease nauseatingly settling over him.

“Yeah, okay,” Mumbo doesn’t sound convinced, but it was his idea in the first place, so he relents. “That sounds reasonable.”

Grian glares at him. It doesn’t sound very reasonable to him. But they’re both tired and searching this place inch by inch is going to take ages as-is. They have to make compromises, Grian knows this, but it doesn’t make it any easier. “Fine,” he sighs. “Which side do you want to start with?” 

“It honestly makes no difference,” Mumbo remarks.

“Fine,” Grian repeats, a tad more irritably now. He’s tired, he’s tense, his danger-senses are tingling. He is high-strung, even though he tries to convince himself that they just found something safe, that they’re not out there without shelter, that this is good. “Here, then.” He walks to his left, towards the first set of rooms, and Mumbo immediately follows without a word.

They both fall into something familiar, something orchestrated and practiced. They move quietly, their steps soft, shoulders slightly hunched, one hand always hovering over a weapon in anticipation of a threat. 

As soon as they reach the two sets of doors, they give each other a look and a small nod. Grian can see Mumbo bracing himself. He knows he’s doing the same thing. 

And then he pushes the door open and steps over the threshold of a dark room.

At first, a feeling that he’s alone now sinks into him, even if Mumbo’s just a shout away. He thinks about how he’s going in blindly—they don’t even have torches or anything. Every shadow will make him jumpy, he fully expects this—

Except the room is not as dark as it should be.

And it certainly isn’t as empty as he’d hoped.

It’s the far end of the room that’s flickering with dim, warm light. There’s a candle burning up, its flame a weak, dying thing. Grian’s eyes snag at it at first, drawn by the light like a moth to a flame. There’s something reassuring in the gentle, hot glow of a fire, just for a split second, until he pushes that instinct down and reminds himself that a fire he himself didn’t set is bound to burn him— 

That’s when his gaze swerves to the side.

There’s a person there.

There’s a person.

Grian’s mind short-circuits for three precious seconds, before he reboots. Immediately, he hunches up more. His fingertips find his daggers, a tool as ready for stabbing as for throwing. The other person didn’t notice him yet—clearly, because they start humming some silly, jaunty, way-too-content melody as they look over what seems to be an old leather journal. The hum is interrupted only by huffs of laughter.

This gives Grian enough time to take the stranger in.

He doesn’t like what he finds.

Even in the candlelight, their skin is pale, and there’s an old, dried spot of blood near the corner of their mouth. They’re dressed up a bit too well for the reality they’re living in. 

The candlelight glimmers, catches on something shiny and sharp.

A canine tooth.

Grian takes in a sharp breath. He straightens up, grabs a proper hold of one of the daggers, and he thinks in alarm of Mumbo in the other room—and sure, Mumbo didn’t call out yet, but if there’s one of these guys, there might be more, and—

And Grian needs to warn him right now, even at the cost of blowing his own stealth.

“Mumbo!” he calls out, and he belatedly wonders if this will just call more trouble to them than they can handle. “There’s a monster here!”

There’s a frightened gasp then, a jump and a thud of a journal that was sent flying and hit the floor.

“What?! Where?” An alarmed yelp that sounds across the space isn’t Mumbo’s voice. It’s the stranger’s voice—startled, deep, but oddly soft. 

For a second, Grian thinks maybe he made a mistake. Maybe this person isn’t a monster, if this is their reaction?

The stranger spins around and his eyes land on Grian’s, their gaze locking. He holds a hand to his chest and he heaves a big breath, before he chuckles quietly, a tense and unsteady sound. “Gosh, you scared me.”

“I—what?” Grian stares uncomprehendingly at the reaction.

The man’s lips curl into a cherubic smile, then—innocent and bright and—

Definitely not harmless, given by the two sharp canines and the dried blood at the corner of his mouth.

This drives it in for Grian, erasing all doubts: this person is a vampire.

“Well hello there,” the man says, seamlessly slipping more confidence and charm into his voice, even if the edges of it still echo startled unease. “I didn’t realise I have guests!” His gaze jumps to somewhere past Grian’s shoulder. “How rude of me. Welcome!”

Something touches Grian’s back and he almost jumps out of his skin, shrieking at the touch.

“No! It’s just me!” Mumbo immediately tries to fix his mistake.

“God,” Grian breathes out deeply, everything in him ready to snap as he turns back towards the enigma of a vampire they’re now facing. At least he’s no longer alone in this. “He’s a vampire,” he murmurs to Mumbo, even though he’s fully aware his voice carries all the way across the room.

“Yeah, I can see that,” Mumbo notes, signs of distress colouring his voice.

“Now, now,” the man in front of them—the monster, the vampire—lifts his hands amicably. “There’s no need for alarm. I’m a vegetarian!” he offers cheerily. 

Even though he says that, his gaze lingers on Grian in a way that makes a chill run down his spine.

“A vegetarian,” Grian repeats flatly. He isn’t sure why he’s even entertaining the idea; it’s completely absurd.

“Yes!” the man nods fervently, his smile spreading, all toothy and sharp. “I don’t eat anything with a face!”

The blood stain at the corner of his mouth says otherwise.

“I didn’t know that’s possible,” Mumbo exclaims from behind Grian, a little bit too naively for Grian’s comfort.

“Mumbo, there’s no way he’s telling the truth,” he grumbles at him, annoyed.

“No! No, I am!” the man insists. “I usually tear the face off first.”

He says it so simply, chuckling a little, it completely flabbergasts Grian.

“A—You what?” the words fall past his lips before he can think better of it.

“I tear the face off,” the man repeats with an unbothered shrug of his shoulder. It seems to take him another moment to register the apprehension of the other two people in the room, because he only belatedly hastily adds: “There’s nothing to worry about, really! I haven’t had guests in ages, I’m so happy to have you over!”

“We’re—“ Grian’s mind spins as he tries to process this. “Guests? Over? What? No!”

“Oh.” The man’s shoulders slump in immense sadness—it reeks of solitude, of disappointment, of such sheer unhappiness that it stabs at Grian’s heart.

He knows this is wrong. He knows vampires are charming and manipulative. He knows they have their ways of pulling in their prey, before they inevitably sink their teeth into flesh and bleed them dry. And yet—

And yet.

Something in his heart can’t bear the look of this stranger looking so small and abandoned. Maybe because he himself knows what it feels like, first-hand. Maybe because he knows that if it wasn’t for Mumbo, he’d be completely lost. He can’t begin to imagine staying in a big, empty, dark place all alone for—how long?

His feelings keep snagging on something hot, like that flickering flame of a candle. Something that burns through his veins, singes his heart. Something unsteady and dangerous.

He didn’t know vampires could look lonely.

He hates himself for that swell of empathy. He hates the momentary loss of control. He knows they’re being played now. 

“Look, pal,” he starts, and it’s cautious. He takes a step back, meets Mumbo’s chest and hopes the man realises this is their cue to retreat. “I appreciate the offer, but we’re not staying. Sorry to intrude, we’ll—uh, we’ll leave you to it.” Whatever the it was.

The man is still looking directly at him. There’s something yearning in his eyes. Something heartbroken. He seems to shrink further as he tears his gaze away. “Okay,” he says in a small voice.

Mumbo makes an unhappy noise in the back of his throat. He’s still blocking Grian’s retreat.

“Mumbo,” Grian hisses at him.

“Yeah, right, I just—“ Mumbo stammers, indecision wild in his veins. He takes a tentative half-step away, feeling Grian immediately crowd his space again, pressing against him to retreat further.

The man—no, not man, the vampire—looks towards the window contemplatively, before his gaze flicks back to them. “You want to leave?”

“Yes,” Grian confirms immediately. “We’re just gonna go—“

“Where?” the vampire asks, an odd, unreadable inflection in his voice as he takes a singular step forward.

Grian twitches. “Out,” he replies, his voice strained. He presses further against Mumbo, and thankfully Mumbo moves, takes three steps, enough to get them out of the room, but not too many to still be able to catch and steady Grian at the unexpected loss of security. 

The vampire’s eyebrows pull to a concerned scowl. “But it’s dangerous.”

He says it so simply. So staggeringly simply. 

The worst thing about it is, he’s not wrong.

Grian pauses and contemplates this for a moment, then. The outside poses a million potential unknown threats. Here, they’re facing a vampire, but they know how to handle vampires. They could handle one of them. They could— This could still be their best option. 

“Are you alone?” he ventures tentatively.

The vampire gives him a look that says it all. “Yes,” he admits, and it’s not charming, it’s not confident. It’s shaky and it’s open and it’s wounded. Maybe a little bit afraid. “I—Is it so bad I don’t want to be, for a little bit? I promise I’m not dangerous,” he slides straight to bargaining. “You can sleep here! I could, I probably have some food you could eat. I won’t do anything to you, I just—I—“

He looks so, so lost.

“Grian?” Mumbo says quietly, and it comes out a bit wobbly and emotional.

That’s the thing that breaks Grian’s own dangerous tilt of judgement. He looks over his shoulder sharply, frowning. “You can’t be serious.”

“W—well, I mean—“ Mumbo fumbles for words, trying to get some rationality out of his heart. “It’s better than the outside?”

Grian side-eyes the vampire. “We should just kill him.”

“Kill?” the vampire repeats in alarm; the word is laced with false laughter, as if he tried to spin it into a joke. It rings hollow, anxious, untrue. “Noooo, no, there’s no need for that! I like living thank-you-very-much!”

“Living,” Grian repeats flatly, challengingly. “You’re not alive.”

“I am!” the vampire protests vehemently. “I breathe and I bleed and I can die.” He pauses, ponders briefly if making that one point in particular was smart. “I—Well. I can starve and all that and, and, I have feelings!”

Grian stares at him blankly. Something in him is unconvinced, but his heart bashes itself against his ribcage in attempted empathy anyway. “This can't be happening,” he mutters dismally.

“Look, I can, I can show you around! You can decide then! It’s just me here, all alone, there’s plenty of space for you even if you want me to stay away! I can go to a different wing or—or something. I’m sure we can come to some sort of arrangement?” he proposes, his voice hasty and desperate. “I just. You don’t have to leave.”

Something about the way he says it chips away at Grian’s resolve, strips his caution, leaves him feeling incredibly human in arguably the worst way possible when confronted with a charming monster. Still, he hears himself say, “Okay.”

The vampire perks up immediately. “Okay!” he echoes.

“Okay?” Mumbo repeats with more alarm and unsteadiness.

Grian shoots him a look. “I thought you wanted to do this?”

“W—Well, yes, I just. I didn’t expect you to agree?” he admits sheepishly.

“Mumbo.” Grian is looking at him with a deep frown. “Do you want to stay or do you want to leave?”

“I—I don’t know!” Mumbo cries, indecisiveness rushing wildly through his veins. More than anything, he doesn’t want to be culpable for this decision and its repercussions. 

Grian sighs and lets his gaze slide away. If Mumbo can’t bear the weight of this decision, it now falls back on Grian. It’s a familiar weight. It’s something he needs to shoulder, their fate, their pitfalls. The inevitable guilt of it all. The feeling that whatever he decides might just guide Mumbo to his demise.

He meets the gaze of the vampire, as steadily as he can manage. “Give us the tour.”

Without hesitation, the vampire moves forward, towards the door, towards the room’s exit, towards the rest of the mansion—

Grian flinches at the sudden approach and stumbles a couple of steps back, pulling Mumbo with him, keeping the taller man protectively behind him. 

It makes the vampire pause. “Okay,” he says slowly. “I think we need to lay some ground rules. First of all, introductions. That always helps! I’m Scar!”

Grian blinks, his throat dry with the abruptness of his panic reaction. With the preposterousness of this situation.

“And you are?” the vampire—Scar—prompts.

“I—I’m Mumbo, and this is Grian,” Mumbo stammers for both of them. 

Scar’s eyes spark up and he gives a big smile. “Wonderful! I’m happy to meet you!” The words are silky, charming in a way that lets them easily burrow underneath skin without notice. They’re honest, too, and maybe that’s where they draw their power from—because Scar truly is lonely, in such a deep, raw way, and there’s nothing if not pure relief that his new guests decided to not immediately leave.

He’s tired of feeling like a monster. He’s tired of being alone, unloved, unwanted.

He’s tired of feeling like these old, cracked, dusty walls—empty and abandoned.

His heart beats in his chest in a wild waltz as he approaches the strangers-no-more again, this time careful about where he steps and how close he gets. He maintains a safe distance, giving a tight smile as he passes them, before taking big steps into the open space.

He spins there, buzzing with theatrics and more than a smidge of showmanship, spreading his arms wide. “This is my mansion.”

It’s very easy, Grian finds, to give in. To let Scar reel him in and pull him along. His body follows unquestioningly, taking in room after room after room, dizzyingly trying to slot the information and not get lost amidst it all—his survival instincts scream at him, but the rest of him is just plain tired and, honestly, a little bit lulled after he watches Scar for a while.

Because Scar isn’t lithe and agile, strong and immovable. He isn’t as charming as one would expect of a vampire, either, even if he’s rambly and his tongue is undeniably tinged with silver. He’s cheerful and he’s giggly and he’s, for the lack of a better word, endearing. But more than that, he’s clumsy and forgetful and edging just on the side of nervous.

It puts Grian ill-at-ease, because this isn't what a vampire should be, and that means Grian can't predict him, doesn't know what to expect. 

And yet he keeps following him, watching him, listening to him. 

He should try to pay more attention to the mansion tour and less to the man, maybe. The layout is important. He needs to know exit routes, and the possible sources of danger.

But isn’t Scar a source of danger? Living—or so he claims—and moving and very much capable of harm?

So what if Grian’s gaze lingers on him a little bit too much? What if he focuses on his body language and his tone more than the walls that surround them? 

He tells himself it’s only because he’s being wary.

“You can sleep here,” Scar finally says in a room that has two huge beds, at the very end of the mansion. The hallway that leads to the room ends with a backdoor exit, an easy way out if they feel trapped or—Scar very much wants to not think about it, even if it’s an option he offers freely—if they decide to sneak out.

Scar walks towards the fireplace and he fiddles for a while, struggling to get it lit.

“Here, I can help,” Mumbo offers, moving forward. He produces flint and steel, reaching for the fireplace.

Grian watches Scar flinch away.

His lips purse, taking in the scene. The beds are a comfort they weren’t able to indulge in for a long time. So is the fire, deep at night. A source of light and warmth. There’s a clear exit. Nobody else is in the building. Nothing about this screams it’s a trap. 

And they know how to kill vampires, if push comes to shove.

But they can’t do it if they’re asleep.

He stares at Scar, his gaze prickling the vampire until he turns around and their gazes meet.

Scar offers a tentative, shy smile.

“If there’s anything else you guys need, just let me know,” Scar says then, the words easy on his tongue, unhesitatingly willing to provide for them.

Grian frowns. “What do you need?” he questions instead. “What do you want from us?”

“Nothing!” Scar says immediately.

Grian dismally thinks that’s the first lie he’s heard from him. It’s so easy to identify, it makes everything else startlingly slot in as truth. The awareness of it makes him feel destabilised at his core. He sways a little in his spot, reaches out for the bed frame for support. “That’s—No,” he says weakly, too aware of the green eyes boring into him. “You definitely want something.”

There it is. That heartbreak.

He didn’t know vampires could project heartbreak so well.

Project? Or feel?

Grian finds with increasing panic that he can no longer tell the difference. None of this makes sense. None of this should be happening.

The fire crackles, strong and alive, lapping at the air and throwing a warm, flickering glow over the room as Mumbo takes a step away from it. 

“Oh, you did it!” Scar perks up, his eyes squinting in a smile he throws Mumbo’s way. “That’s wonderful, thank you for your help!”

“Well, I mean, it’s for us, right?” Mumbo sheepishly rubs the back of his neck. “And it was easy enough.”

“It always gives me trouble,” Scar admits freely, “dealing with fire. A bit scary, if you ask me.”

“You’re a vampire,” Grian notes flatly. It comes out blank and rough, his suspicions warring with his emotions. “Fire harms you.”

“Yes, well,” Scar meets his gaze. “I like how it glows. I like the warmth.”

Grian continues to stare at him, because he isn’t sure how to actually process all of that. Instead, he takes a breath and presses: “You didn’t answer the question.”

Scar blinks. “What question?”

Grian frowns, but doesn’t relent. “What do you want from us?” 

Scar’s gaze shifts to the fireplace. “The fire harms you, too,” he says, and it’s soft and contemplative, but makes everything in Grian prickle with a warning. “You also get hungry,” Scar continues. “And you need rest, and you need—“ he falls quiet.

“We need?” Mumbo prompts, and he sounds so gentle, so careful.

It makes Scar lift his gaze to him, meet his eyes. There’s hesitation in him, some unknown emotions swirling up, raw and threatening. He swallows hard, before prying his gaze away. “You need safety,” Scar continues, even though his voice is clearly strained, “and I can give you that.”

“What for,” Grian insists. “What do you want for it.”

Green eyes shift to him, and somehow Grian’s heart picks up speed, feeling irrationally guilty at having asked.

“I don’t want anything,” Scar repeats, his voice wavering and quiet.

“Surely you must want something out of this,” Grian insists, even though there’s a lump in his throat and he feels terrible.

Scar looks away, then. He severs their connection, making Grian reel at the sudden lack of it.

“I just,” Scar says, and it’s a half-sigh, it’s a half-whisper, it’s a quiet, tentative, cracked confession. “I thought it might be nice to have some company for a little bit.”

It’s so soft, so vulnerable that it makes Grian feel like the ground was pulled from underneath him. Emotions sway him at the sight of the man—the vampire, he reminds himself futilely—so hunched over and sad. 

He knows how feeling alone in a world that no longer wants you feels like.

He just didn’t count on monsters having actual feelings.

He didn’t count on monsters looking so human.

His heart clogs his throat and he finds himself speechless.

“Were you—“ Mumbo tries to say something, but his voice falters as soon as Scar’s gaze lands on him. There’s a moment of silence, before Mumbo regathers his courage and finishes: “Were you alone for long?”

Scar’s shoulders sag at that. He seems to be crushed underneath some invisible weight. “Yeah,” he says, and the word barely manages to make it past his lips, daunted and small. 

Grian feels his heart slam sharply against his ribs at the confession.

“W—well,” Mumbo looks over at Grian, catching his gaze. He’s hesitant and unsure, but clearly willing and wanting to offer something.

Grian’s eyebrows pull into a frown. His emotions scream one thing at him, but every remaining shred of rationality screams something else. It’s an overwhelming cacophony and he knows he’s the one who’s expected to make the decisions—and then bear the weight of them going wrong—yet he finds himself feeling lost and adrift at this.

Mumbo holds his gaze for a moment longer, before he lets it swivel back to Scar. “We’ve actually never really talked to a vampire before.”

“No,” Scar shakes his head in immediate sympathy. “I wouldn’t imagine you would. They’re not a friendly bunch.”

Something about that statement stabs at Grian’s heart, his eyes still locked on Scar. “Then… Why are you talking to us?”

Scar’s gaze meets his and, again, it makes Grian's heart trip over itself. 

“Because I want friends?” he says, and it’s so open and vulnerable and his voice is thick with emotions, cracking and failing him at the end of his miserable sentence.

Grian takes a sharp breath, fumblingly attempting to remind himself that vampires are dangerous and they’re charmers and they’re manipulators and—

“You can’t mean that,” he says in the end, the words a little bit hoarse.

Scar blinks, confused. “What?”

Grian shakes his head vehemently. “You’re a vampire. We’re just food for you.”

Scar’s eyebrows twitch into a frown, before they smooth out and his face stretches into a smirk. “You do have faces, don’t you? I told you I don’t eat anything with a face.”

“But you could, you know,” Mumbo steps in, “rip the face off or something, as you said.”

Scar’s gaze anchors into his, a displeased curl to his mouth. “I don’t eat my friends.”

“But we’re not friends,” Grian chimes in.

“We could be,” Scar suggests easily, unaware of how threatening that sounds.

(... tbc?)

------- as the title states, this is a wip of a potential story that was put on the backburner because my hands are full. if you want to know more about what kind of things are meant to happen in this au (atm it's just a collection of ideas, rather than any specific outline), or are curious about anything else, feel free to ask! and let me know what you think about it so far &lt;3

if you're curious where this au came from, i recommend you to watch random encounter's "resident enis" videos (there are two). i'm sure you'll see my vision. (the line about not eating anything with a face is there kjxnbkj.)

this was written on a whim and for the longest time, i kept calling it "silly vampire scar au" (in the spirits of resident enis), even though i know the au devolves—as per usual—into heavier topics and angst. it's set in a world riddled with monsters, it's a survival story, pretty much.

fun fact: the working title of this au is called "Silly Vampire Mr GoodTimes"

i need a better name for it though, "vampire scar au" is so generic, and sure it does have a vampire scar in it, but it's not exclusively about him... but i have no idea what else to call it/how to title it (rip) (pls help-)

[certifiedbun]

need a grumbo au where the roles are switched

they keep the same personalities but its watcher!mumbo and vampire!grian

mumbo who has seen worlds collapse and crumble a thousand times over meeting a vampire who hides it under the guise of being a dracula parrot hybrid which btw really? you couldn't be more obvious could you G but its okay. mumbo keeps his usual style of formal wear but it drapes more on the sleeves and pants legs and looking inside them you see so many eyes staring back at you

vamp!gri doesn't look all that different but rather than the bright red blue and yellow wings its black with deep red stripe across the wings and on the feathers around his neck and ears. he's got the fangs and everything even sunlight adverse but no one really notices bc standing next to mumbo he looks normal standing next to the winged hybrids he just looks emo