#redscape fanfic

[blitheringbongus]

Cold Hands

(This is my first ever fic btw, also not to be an ao3 writer, but English isn’t my first language so if you see spelling errors or sentences seem shit then blame it on that because I refuse to admit to myself that that is just an honest mistake, also I wrote this all in one go at a Christmas party-)

Scar can’t stand the Nether.

He never has, especially not after the incident in season 7.

But nonetheless, he agreed to go gather resources in it with Mumbo.

The Builder was actually quite surprised when Mumbo first asked, „Whu- me?“ Scar pointed at himself, staring wide-eyed at the taller Redstoner before him.

Said Redstoner shifted his eyes, „Well- yes, you.“ Scar laughed, „You’re aware of who you’re talking to?“ Mumbo nodded, „Mumbo you know the Nether isn’t Scar-safe! I thought you’re smarter than this!“ Scar snickered, the taller shrugged, scratching the back of his neck, „That I do,“ „Then- why? I mean I’m happy to be spending time with you but- for this?“

Mumbo only shrugged again, before sighing, „Do you want to come along or not?“ Scar knew he wouldn’t get an answer, Mumbo’s been doing this a lot lately: invite him to random things and refuse to explain why.

Not that Scars complaining.

So the brunette simply grinned at the Spoon, „Of course I do,“

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Shortly after their little adventure started, Scar came to remember why he rarely visits the nether, aside from the creepy hogs and overall dangerous environment, the heat of it was monstrous.

He already shed his jacket, having wrapped it around his waist, rolling his sleeves up. He debated just completely shedding the shirt but the thought of doing that around Mumbo made him nervous, he doesn’t know why, he’s completely fine with doing it around literally anybody else, so why not him? Best not ponder it, that’s what Scars best at doing. (Aside from dying)

They went deep into the nether, digging tunnels and blowing up TnT in order to find ancient debree, they’d split half, Mumbo decided early on.

They talked about their builds and memories, past seasons and shared moments. They talked about pets and the nether, nature and flowers they enjoy. At some point the conversation shifted into a comfortable silence, both too tired and dehydrated from the scorching heat of the Nether, to talk about much else.

Scar eventually broke the silence, „I think we’re done for today,“ he wiped the sweat off his brow, only for more to form. „Yeah,“ Mumbo heaved, dusting his hands off on his suit pants before walking towards Scar, „Let’s go,“ „how much debree do you have?“ „Six pieces so far,“ „Sick,“ Scar put on that all too well known smug face of his, Mumbo sighed, huffing out a laugh, „Alright, alright, how much have you got then?“ „Seven,“ He said it almost in a whisper, grinning from ear to ear, mischief pinching at the corners of his eyes.

Mumbo delighted in Scars silly fey giggle, it was quieter than usual, but the circumstances explain themselves.

He huffed out a played out annoyed sound, lightly bumping Scars shoulder with his closed fist.

Scar kept giggling, just letting himself be led away by the former CEO of Boatem.

Lava lakes came and went. They passed raided fortresses, more lava lakes, more caves, more rocks, a soot biome, and even a warped forest! Scar insisted on getting some wood before they left, it’s always great for projects. Mumbo agreed, needing more himself.

After some time of venturing through the Nether, Mumbo came to a stop, looking around, suddenly confused,

Scar looked up at him, they were at the edge of another soot biome, „What’s up?“

Mumbo nervously laughed, „Aha, uhm- it appears that we’ve ah-„ he looked around, turning his body in the process, „-we might’ve lost our way, Scar-„

Scar just looked at Mumbo, and the soot splotches smeared on the mans forehead and right cheek, „Well that’s not good-���. Mumbo made a pained agreeing noise, „It sure isn’t!“

The brunette went up to the raven haired man, patting his shoulder, „it’s fineeeee-„ he drew out, worry bubbling in his own chest, he couldn’t spend another few hours in this heat, he’d surely have a heat stroke!

„We can ask for coordinates?“ Scar suggested, „Of the portal, I mean,“. The Redstoners eyes practically lit up, he grabbed Scars face excitedly, „Oh Scar you’re a genius! Why didn’t I think of that?“ he looked to the side thoughtfully, before taking his hands off of Scar and pulling out his communicator, typing away.

The moment Mumbos cold dead hands made contact with Scars scorching face, Scar was in heaven. He knew Mumbo was known to have cold hands, but that they stay cold? Under these conditions?

As soon as Mumbo put the communicator back in his pocket, Scar snatched the mans hands back, placing one long, elegant hand on his own forehead, and the other on the side of his own face, „Mumbo why didn’t you tell me about these miracle hands!“ He said, his words being slightly muffled by the man pushing Mumbos hand further against his cheek, squishing his lips vertically.

Mumbo stilled, wide-eyed and flabberghasted for a good amount of moments, before spluttering, „wh- huh- what?“ He didn’t make an attempt to move his hands.

„Your hands Mumby, how are they still so cold?“ Scar practically rubbed his face against the hands, they felt amazing in this heat,

Mumbo could only stare, „I- because-„ he opened and closed his mouth, knowing what to say but not sure if he should let Scar know.

Said Scar looked up at him, making a questioning face.

Mumbo pulled out his communicator, „Iskall answered,“ he began, telling Scar the coordinates, gently plucking his own hands off of Scars face, moving in the direction they need to go.

Scar whined and complained about being 'too hot' for approximately two minutes before Mumbo let him do whatever he wanted with his right hand.

They only had a few casualties, but made it home alive.

[bluiex]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44683315

the redscape dancing fic is done! after creating a whole new ao3 and tumblr, it is finally done

-🌼 (i am so tired, and i’m glad this is finished)

YOOO YES YES I'M SO EXCITED TO START READING AAH

[stiffyck]

I'm surprised there hasn't been any fanfics spawned from the episodes where scar blows up mumbos base.

It's literally right there.

Mumbo staring at scar as he's illuminated by the bright colors of the explosion, the way scars hair is blowing in the wind, the way scars entire face is lit up with a smile, how his eyes wrinkle up-

Literally a perfect moment for mumbo to appreciate scar and maybe even realize "oh no i like him"

[aggressivenesswhilecrying]

Sugar threads

Summery:

With mumbo being far too tall, and far too skinny for any human, almost all of his clothes have to be hand made, with lots of love and care, to fit him. And who better then the local tailor, of which he is dating, who has quite a lot of love to spare for the redstoner?

No Tigger warnings!!

Not proof read or edited!!

(This is for an event by the name of @redscapeweek!! Day 4. Tailor/sharing clothes/vintage!!)

Mumbo had requested something he had never yet asked for. A dress. Now, scar is over the moon!! Thoughts fill his mind at every corner, ideas, designs, fabrics, all the sorts. Accessories and more.

The tall man himself had requested a blazer like top, and a skirt that went down just a little bit past his knees. And scar had fallen in love with the idea in seconds. A loud clicking sound leaving him in excitement, quickly rolling off to grab his sketchbook and look at fabric, mumbo following with a huff of noise.

"I- I wasn't even done talking!!" He laughed out, shaking his head as he bent down to fit through the doorway. Light streaming in through large windows overgrown with all sort of forestry. Rolls of fabric covering walls with a large simple desk in the middle. Sewing equipment thoroughly covering the desk. A large sewing machine on the left side. 

"Well I gotta be ready!! Mister mumbo, inspiration hit, and I can only help but follow its lead!!" He laughs lightly as he comes to a stop at his table, reaching for his notebook, he practically throws it open, jotting down the small amout of notes he already has. Clicking his tounge as he turns the page.

Mumbo leans slightly over his shoulder, fiddling with his hands as scar starts with a sketch.

"do you want it flowy or skin tight..?" He trails off a little, looking up at mumbo with eyes that seem to hold every possibility, every thought, everything. The way the brown eyes stay wide and scar grin at mumbo, has mumbos knees weak, and his heart soar. 

"I uh. The, the top I would like skin tight? The blazer? But, the actual dress part I uh, flowy? If that makes sense?" He asks with a bit of hesitance, an awkward smile on his own face.

Scar laughing softly as he jots it down. Adding to the sketch with a grin. "Well of course it is mumbo jumbo!! Why wouldn't it be?" He teases lightly, his eyes staring at the tall man's stature from the corner of his eyes. Said man almost folding more in on himself like he was punished.

"Well, it's, it's it like, we'll, complicated?" He chuckles, leaning down quite a good bit, practically on his knees to drape himself over the back of the wheelchair, and onto scar. Scar letting out a huff of a laugh at this.

"Complicated, won't stop me, remember that suit covered in fake flowers? That was far more complicated then this." He snorts. The sketch, and imagine of the dress blossoming under scars fingers.

With mumbos impossible hight, thin body, and sensory issues, almost everything has to be hand made for him to wear. Abd everything matters, down to the tag, the stitching, and the fabric.

It has to be made with love.

Lucky for mumbo 

Scar has a lot of love for the man, that he can pour into each outfit.

Moments past, and before either of them have the chance to notice, the sketch is down and scar is rolling off to the fabrics. Stopping at the blacks.

"Do you want to pick one that feels nice for the outside?" Scar asks with a chuckle as mumbo walks up, feeling along each fabric with care. Knowing that not only is the fabric expensive, but it must also feel safe. He stops at an almost silky one. Thick with a smooth feel to it. Plain black with lines on it, it a barely noticeable darker black. 

"I think this one will be nice..?" Without missing a beat, scar rolls over, looking at the number of the roll and writing it on his wrist.

It's easy to do the same with the rest. Selections of a red dress, following the silky feel. And a soft and warm white for the inside.

They realize it's easy to follow old habits, of mumbo spinning in circles as scar measures him. Scar kissing small areas he can reach, just to fluster mumbo, no matter how often he does it, the pale man still goes bright red, words getting caught in his throat. Mumbo and scar humming along to the same music. Scar joking the mumbo gets the boyfriend privilege of free clothes, Mumbo huffing out laughs in exchange as he makes a silly joke of how it's surprising that scar isn't trying to milk him out of every last Dimond, scar will comment how he'll milk him for something else with far too much confidence, ans then they'll develop into fits of giggles when scar realizes the implications of what he just said, with red faces. Mumbo sitting with scar and idling around the room on the days scar works on it. 

They never really change these days. They don't think they need to.

[gaylotusthatexists]

gift for @ravendarkwood as part of the @mcytblrholidayexchange!!!! sorry that this took so long lmao but here u go, redscape arranged marriage for you :) hope you enjoy!!!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62003233

[deityoftherain]

his artist - redscape fanfic

Rating: Gen

Relationship: M/M

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Status: Completed Oneshot

Word Count: 1,467

Summary: Scar is late to a modeling gig, but he stays where he is just a bit longer so the handsome stranger can finish his sketch of him.

Full fanfic underneath the cut! Please reblog, leave kudos on the AO3 fic slash notes/likes here on Tumblr, comment either place, and etc if you enjoy the story :D

Scar was late.

Again.

It was for a really good reason this time, he promised, typing to his manager. She didn’t buy it, of course, and Scar couldn’t blame her. He knew he deserved her doubt, and his actions now only proved that fact! This wouldn’t be the first time Scar was late to a photoshoot for an objectively stupid reason, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. 

Luckily for him, he was hot enough for the industry to adapt! Like, who wouldn’t want a handsome guy with definition on his abs, mobility aids, and the inability to keep a shirt on?

That last part was mostly a joke.

Mostly.

So yeah, anyway–

What was he doing again?

Ah, right! Posing, looking natural, totally not glancing at the jaw-droppingly stunning man drawing him across the street.

Scar hid his giddy grin with the book he was one hundred percent actually reading, truely! In his defense, he’s read it so many times that he could recite the whole thing from memory! It was one of his many, many Star Wars books, contributing to his encyclopedic knowledge of the franchise.

By the way, did you know that, in The Empire Strikes Back, Darth Vader actually says “No, I am your father” and not “Luke, I am your father”? Scar’s main theory as to why that came to be was so the quote would spark recognition as a reference when said to others. Of course, there were also other reasons why that sort of thing could occur, but Scar was fairly confident that he was correct! In fact– ah, right, not the time. As much as he loved Star Wars, that was not the reason he had parked his wheelchair there, ever patiently. 

Scar tried to be subtle, he really did, but he kept sneaking glances towards his portrait maker, his butterfly-inducing artist, a man who he’s never had a proper conversation with. Despite that, whenever Scar got to see the artist’s almost freakily pale skin, overly bitten lip, and graphite covered hands, he mentally noted the time as a highlight in Scar’s day.

The two of them did this song and dance whenever Scar could help it, though Scar wasn’t sure if the other had caught on just yet. It moved like clockwork, so precise that Scar knew exactly where he would be sitting starting at exactly 3:17 PM on a weekday.

And no, memorizing part of a pretty stranger’s schedule didn’t make him gay, it made him egotistic, or maybe even possessive, wanting the artist– his artist– to draw him and study him, not anyone else. Not that he seemed to draw anyone else, not when Scar was around, anyway. 

Maybe this made them both a little gay, and that was okay. At least, Scar was trying to convince himself that it was okay, as long as he took steps to respect the other man’s boundaries. His issues with his now blatantly obvious queerness wasn’t for any internalized homophobia reasons, but more because his infatuation was such a surprise to him. Honestly, after spending so much time without experiencing romantic attraction, Scar had been starting to think he was fully aromantic! Void, how wrong he was. For as much as Scar was confident and unafraid of a challenge, he was still human. Even supermodel Scar Goodtimes wasn’t immune to nerves!

The butterflies within continued to flutter around as Scar daydreamed about the man with the most pristine and glorious mustache he’s ever seen. He stared off in his direction, the amount of yearning he felt almost unbearable because, no, they’ve barely talked, but Scar felt as if he knew him. Watching his artist interact with the world around him was enough to make his grayromantic heart to beat faster and cause his stomach to do barrel rolls.

Scar had let himself drift too far because he hadn’t realized his artist caught him staring until it was too late. His eyes went wide in panic, hoping he didn’t scare him away. His hopes were squashed as his artist fumbled to shove his sketchbook and fancy pencil case into his artistry bag.

His phone started vibrating, the screen lighting up only to show his manager’s caller ID. Scar flinched, not even needing to hear her voice to know how angry she must be. He really needed to get a move on, but this is not how he could end the impromptu live art modeling sessions.

“Hey, wait!” Scar called out to his artist, hoping to catch his attention. The other man was taller, so his strides would be longer, but Scar was extremely skilled at the act of speed rolling his wheelchair. It took years of practice, but Scar’s arm muscles were well equipped for such a task! “C’mon, I won’t bite! Unless you’re into that. My agent says I have a pretty good set of chompers.”

His artist blinked at him, gobsmacked and sputtering. “That– that would be an absolutely ridiculous thing to say to someone, I reckon.”

“It would be if I wasn’t paid for my looks!” Scar chirped along happily, unashamed. “Based on how often you sketch me, though, it seems you agree. You don’t gotta feel bad about it! I like it.”

His cheeks flushed a beautiful shade of pink. He cleared his throat, seeming to accept that he was caught red-handed, or, uh, graphite-handed? Scar almost made the joke out loud when Mumbo spoke instead, stealing his attention away from himself. “Well, if I’m gonna be honest, you are incredibly satisfying to draw.”

Pride swelled within Scar as he beamed ear to ear. “Well, I would love to see them sometime!”

“Uh, I don’t normally share my work, but maybe–” he started, but Scar’s phone buzzing put a stop to his words. Scar wanted to curse her for interrupting them, but he did feel bad for ignoring her. He was very grateful to her, and while he wasn’t always the best client, he didn’t want to disregard her completely. “Shouldn’t you get that?”

“She’s reminding me that I have a commitment I can’t weasel out of,” Scar admitted before hastily continuing, “but I would love to talk more! And see your work that you’re willing to share! Would you be interested in going out with me sometime?” He blinked, and then blinked again, almost as if Scar could see his brain processing his words. “Like, on a date?”

“Yeah,” Scar rolled his wheelchair back and forth excitedly, more fidgeting than actually attempting to get anywhere “why not!”

“Why not?” he repeated with a stutter. “Why– I don’t even know your name!”

“My name’s Scar!” He introduced himself with an over-dramatic yet grand bow. “How about you, fair sir?”

After a moment of brief hesitation, Scar was granted his answer. “Mumbo,”

“Well, ain’t that a super lovely name? Nice to officially meet ya, Mumbo.” Scar offered his hand to shake and Mumbo tentatively took it. “Now, how about that date? I promise I’ll make sure it’s an a-may-zing time!”

Mumbo considered Scar’s offer for what seemed like forever (but what was likely only a few seconds) before returning Scar’s smile. “It would be nice to get to know the person I’ve been sketching all this time.”

“Perfect!” Scar fished out one of his many business cards and handed it to Mumbo. “My contact information is on this, so feel free to text me when you can. The ball is in your court, my friend-maybe-more! I’ll be–”

“Scar!” He knew that shrill voice anywhere. It was his manager, having to hunt him down because of how late he was getting. Scar was surprised how she managed to find him before remembering the tracking software she had downloaded onto his phone. He had consented to it, knowing that her desire to have it installed was warranted. Most agencies nowadays planned for Scar to be tardy, but there was such a thing as being late to being late. At least, there was in Scar’s world.

Scar flinched, a tad embarrassed as he flashed Mumbo a sheepish smile. “I got to go. Talk to you later?” “Talk to you later,” Mumbo confirmed, his facial expression softening as he clenched the card tight in his hands.

Scar wanted to say more, but his manager cleared her throat. Picking up what she was laying down, Scar waved Mumbo goodbye before wheeling after her. She lectured him about his punctuality as he rolled beside her, but her words fell on deaf ears. All Scar’s brain was capable of doing at that moment was playing Mumbo’s voice and incredibly attractive accent on loop in his head, much like a wonderfully broken record. Though, if Mumbo was involved, was it truly broken, or was it exactly as it was supposed to be?

[timmy-bee]

Title: Happy End In The Near Future Warnings: n/a Relationships: One sided Grian/Mumbo , Mumbo/Scar Chapter(s): 1/1 Summary:

I hope the future I wish for isn't far away, either But that's a bonus What's important right now Is for this love of yours to be realized, no matter what!

aka: grian has a big ol' crush on mumbo, but mumbo loves someone else. grian copes, badly.

first songfic!! :3 thank you to @nyanatomy for betareading & @gaydeathberries for helping to edit like a quarter of it <3 hope the gang enjoys this one

[xoxo-ren-xoxo]

RAHHHHH chapter 20 of comms au send tweet

this time with uhhhh. idk. redscape? and lore?

[thatonewatercat]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ryan | GoodTimesWithScar & Ryan | GoodTimesWithScar's Cat Jellie, Oliver Brotherhood | Mumbo Jumbo & Ryan | GoodTimeWithScar Characters: Ryan | GoodTimesWithScar, Oliver Brotherhood | Mumbo Jumbo, Ryan | GoodTimesWithScar's Cat Jellie Additional Tags: Mumbo - Freeform, Scar, redscape, mumscar - Freeform, very subtle tho, They Flirt A Little, but most they're trying to kill each other, jellie saves the day, i actually wrote this for a class and then changed the names for the fanfic, it would've been better if the teacher just let me writer as much as i want, Mumbo is a fed? kinda, Scar robbed a bank and looked hot while doing it, Oneshot Summary:

Glancing in the rearview mirror and swearing under his breath before he stepped on the pedal a little harder, Scar realized that missing the last exit turn was about to cost him more than he bargained for. What was supposed to be a stealth mission, --an in-and-out type scenario-- was now a high speed chase over the grand and glorious golden gate bridge, which really wasn’t the best option for trying to throw people off your trail. There was nowhere to turn to lose them, and too many people to easily speed around cars. He was kinda stuck. Damn.

At least he won't feel bad about punching the twink in a suit and tie and maybe roughing up that mustache while he's at it. It's what they get for popping his tire and scaring Jellie!

[blitheringbongus]

Heyyy guess who updated their Redscape Soulmates AU fanfic

[slippersthatarepurple]

This but I made it angsty <3

Mumbo hovered by Grian’s side as he perched atop the nosy neighbours’ tour, wings half spread for balance. He raised a ghostly hand, trying to swipe away the tears that slipped down his cheeks. Of course, it didn’t work, but Grian shivered at his half-touch, melting into it.

“You’re one of the ghosts, aren’t you?” He asked quietly. “A spectator, or Skizz, or… Tim or Joel.”

Mumbo winced in empathy, wishing there was a way for him to communicate properly.

“Whoever you are- I’m not sure why you’re here, I expect the others are doing far more interesting things. You could see BigB and Pearl downstairs doing their little eldritch rituals, instead of just me being pathetic.” He chuckled wetly.

Mumbo made a quiet sound of protest that no one could hear, touching Grian’s cheek again.

“Thanks,” Grian smiled shakily. “I don’t really wanna be alone right now.”

“Well look no further, good sir-” they both jumped at Scar’s voice, pillaring up to the rooftop with dirt. “Were you talking to yourself?”

Grian swiped away his tears, chuckling. “No, Scar, I wasn’t. Why’re you here? I thought you had a pretty shaky relationship with the nosy neighbours.”

“That may be so, but I reckon I have a pretty good relationship with you,” Scar winked, sitting beside Grian and throwing an arm around him. Grian huffed with a slight smile, wing shifting to discretely move around him.

“That’s an awful pun,” he rolled his eyes. “If Mumbo were here he’d be at you with an axe.”

Mumbo chuckled softly.

“No, Mumbo loves me!” Scar claimed.

“Exactly,” Grian responded smugly. Then he blinked slowly, glancing up at the air around them. His gaze drifted over Mumbo. “Huh,” he said.

“Huh what?” Scar questioned.

“Nothing,” Grian replied thoughtfully. “Just… thinking.” He shifted the wing that wasn’t around Scar, moving it ever-so-slightly so that there was space beneath it. Mumbo had cuddled with them both on Hermitcraft to know that that was a clear invitation for him, and Grian’s way of knowing whether the spectator was him or not.

Mumbo barely hesitated before sliding under Grian’s wing, pressing to his side. Grian shivered again at the contact, but was smiling when Mumbo glanced at him with worry.

“Thinking about what?” Scar asked, still in the earlier conversation. Mumbo supposed it never really stopped.

“We have a spectator with us,” Grian hummed.

“Oh!” Scar’s eyebrows raised. “How do you know?”

“He’s under my other wing.”

Scar faltered. “But- isn’t that Mumbo’s place?”

Grian smiled tenderly. “Yeah. Guess who it is.”

Scar gasped. “Wait, really? But he doesn’t watch the games, he set up those weekly sessions so we can catch him up?”

Mumbo drooped under Grian’s curious gaze. “That is true… what’cha got to say for yourself, love?”

Mumbo blinked as he opaqued. “Wait, you can do that?”

“Admin privilege,” Grian’s eyes sparkled.

“Don’t avoid the question,” Scar ordered, peering over Grian’s shoulder.

“I don’t normally spectate, only when people start perma-dying, cause then you guys get sad,” he confessed. “I would rather be there, even if you can’t see me. Usually.”

“That’s really cute, but you could’ve just told us, so we don’t tell you what you already know,” Scar chuckled.

“I like hearing you guys tell stories,” Mumbo said quietly.

“Awww,” Grian smiled, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“What about me?” Scar whined. “Do I get a forehead kiss?”

“We literally made out earlier,” Grian deadpanned.

Mumbo burst out laughing as Scar flushed. “Oh. Right. Um- yeah.”

“If you’re very lucky,” Grian grinned, “Mumbo might give you a kiss.”

Scar perked up, glancing bashfully in Mumbo’s direction.

“C’mere,” Mumbo smiled.

Scar grinned proudly, crawling across Grian’s lap and into Mumbo’s arms. Grian shifted, bringing both wings around to shelter them in their own little cocoon, away from harm.

The clocks ticked on.

I like to think that mumbo's watching the Life seasons that he's not in as a ghost (along with all the other missing people) but he doesn't tell anyone when they get back. i think the entire time he's eyebrow-raising and being like "Grian grian that tnt trap is WRONG." "scar STOP MLGING YOU HAVE TWO HEARTS" "oh you WOULD do that grian, wouldn't you." "SCAR!" and when the come back to hermitcraft and regale all their tales he just keeps his mouth shut, fully knowing how much they are exaggerating or just outright lying but thinking its too funny to tell them that he was there

[aggressivenesswhilecrying]

Raining cards

Summery:

When mumbo isn't one for preforming, but loves feel of watching one. He decides to spend his years watching a particular magician.

no trigger warnings!!

Not proof read or edited!!

(This is a fic for @redscapeweek day 2, magic tricks!!)

Mumbo learned early on that he isn't one for preforming acts, but gods does he love to watch them. The scared man on stage seeming to do some sort of tap dance as the lights come on, shinning in an almost star shape. And mumbo was mesmerized.

He watched as the man he had come to spend hundreds of dollar just to watch over the years tilted up his too tall top hat with a grin. The grey and white cat named jellie standing on his shoulders, looking around in fascination. Scar leaned forward on his cane, looking at the crowd with a large smirk.

"Hello!! And welcome to the goodtimes with scar show!! I'm your host, scar himself!! Kick back, relax, and enjoy some magic!!" The man called out as if he was on a game show, before twirling his wrist, a deck of cards suddenly in his hands. Mumbo didn't have a moment to think before the cards were in the air, and raining down. 

Mumbo let out an amazed laugh as scars once formal suit, changed before his very eyes into a long bright green, fitted coat, undone to show a silly, poofy dress shirt from a few centuries ago. No matter how many times he watched the start of the show, it never got less amazing.

At some point, after the cards had all fallen, a king of diamonds had made its way to Mumbo. The card had been signed on the front, and mumbo waisted just a second tracing the gold checked pattern on the back, before looking at scars signature deck, the king was himself, in all his glory, the queen was always jellie, the jack a pair of tap shoes. And the ace? A cane. Mumbo felt his face heat up as scar put on a rather loud tap dance performance to some song mumbo heard a million and one time. His feet moving faster then mumbo had the time to notice, moving the cards everywhere as he did so.  Some entering the air again.

It always amazed him, how scar moved, in an almost cartoon like sense, body bending in odd ways. If scar wasn't a magician mumbo could confidently say he'd be a damn good contortionist, or a dancer, or a lot of things really.

every time mumbo watched he swore he felt his heart race. When scar would laugh, and suddenly mumbo could see flames come out of scars mouth, he swore he could almost feel the heat.

He didn't know how the man did it really.

He didn't think he cared at the end of the show really

Not when mumbo would wait at the doorway, long after the show ended only for a tired scar to wander out, jellie in her carrier, yawning, and mumbling as he leaned onto mumbo

"I swear it gets later everytime.." he mumbles with a chuckle, cane practically stapping into the ground

"It's what...1am..? That's not too bad!! Last time we left at like..2, 3am?"

He chuckled a yawn of his own riding as they wander over to scars car. Jellie meowing loudly.

Mumbo doesn't think he cares at the end of the show, on how scar does it. He gets too much of a thrill by watching

Additional notes:

I decided, last night, at 2am, I wanted to write this for today, I have a post scheduled for day 4 already, so I wasn't planning on writing again for this event. Cuz deser duo week is close, and I have even more things I'm wanting to write, and ita just, yeah, messy messy messy. But, suddenly I got inspired to write again for this day. And go for the curses parts of this prompt, but, don't know when it'll be up cjlhkdkhddku, today, tomorrow, 3 weeks from now who knows

[gaylotusthatexists]

hello @sunofaraven, here is ur @mcyt-valentines gift!! i come bearing mumscarian :D (scar-centric and focusing moreso on redscape lmao but grian is also there <3)

you mentioned that you enjoy apocalypse aus, which isn't something i've really explored before but ngl this was a lot of fun lmao, lil post-apocalypse au taking vague inspo from Moon Big, plenty of hurt/comfort n some sweet domestic moments as well but uh. as a fellow angst enjoyer, was very happy to cause a lil suffering lmao

really hope you enjoy this!! happy valentines <3

[jadienjaystoriesandart]

Awe! Scar is such a doting cat dad and I love it!

Here’s the fluff <3

Mumbo walked down the dirt path of the park, smiling up at the stars. Scar was right, he really did need to take more time off. He yelped when he nearly tripped over what he thought was a rock but, on closer examination, was a small grey cat.

“Oh, hello.” Mumbo murmured, crouching down. “Who do you belong to?”

The cat purred, rolling onto her side at Mumbo’s feet. “Well, aren’t you a sweet little thing?” He hummed, “you don’t seem to have a collar..” Mumbo carefully reached out to stroke the cat’s fur, fingers gliding over her soft coat. He glanced around the dark to see if anyone could own this cat- no one seemed to be around. He sighed softly. “You seem pretty comfortable with people.” Mumbo said, voice warm. “Do you have an owner? A home?”

The cat meowed and blinked up at him, offering no further explanation. Mumbo sighed with a smile and sat down fully, scratching her behind the ears.

“hey mumbOWHAT IS THAT” Scar jumped back, having just teleported over.

“… a cat?” Mumbo held up the stray

Scar tentatively reached a hand out. “Woaahh” he whispered, “you mortals make the best things.”

The cat meowed and rubbed into Scar’s hand.

“This is so weird. Why is she squishy. And soft. Oh my gosh I think I’m in love. Mumbo, I'm replacing you.” Scar had never seen a cat before. “We’re keeping her. She’s soft like jelly. Her name is Jellie.” He nodded with finality, looking up at his mortal.

Mumbo couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yeah?” He laughed, shaking his head. “Come on, love. You can’t replace me that easily.” He teased, “But I’m glad you like her. She seems to have taken a liking to you as well.”

Mumbo walked home next to Scar, rolling his eyes affectionately as the demon rambled on and on about the kitten.

“She’s perfect, Mumbo. Look at her!” Scar held her up, her green eyes glinting in the low light of night. “She’s adorable.”

“She’s got you wrapped around her little paw, huh?” Mumbo chuckled

Scar gave a sharp-toothed grin, holding Jellie up to his face to kiss her nose. She licked his face. “You don’t understand, darling. Did you hear how she purred when I scratched behind her ears? Music to my rotten soul.” He hummed.

Mumbo smiled again, shaking his head in amusement. “I’m glad you two have hit it off so well. I didn’t expect you to be such a fan of cats!”

Scar looked at Mumbo with mock indignation. “You learn something new every day, my dear! And today we have learned that cats are the most wonderful creatures in this mortal realm.”

“Mumbo you’re officially my second favourite mortal.” Scar announced as they laid in bed. Jellie was taking a nap on the demon. “My daughter is going to be horrible. She will level cities and bring her wrath down upon the innocent.” He held her up.

Jellie meowed, upset at being woken up

“My little demonling” he cooed. “You’re going to kill so many when you grow up big and strong.”

She bapped his face with her paw.

“See?” Scar giggled. “Evil. I love it.”

-💚

"You mortals make the best things"

BLESS DEMON SCAR UWAH THIS IS REALLY CUTE

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

[1-marigold-1]

Redscape nation rise up

that's my favourite doodle of them man I dunno

Here you have the whole doodle page

I'm not much of a shipper but I adore their dynamic and have recently read some redscape fanfics for fun because I had too much free time on my hands-

Yeah anyways I think they're cool

(Mumbo is the only man in existence that can and will be poisoned by Scar constantly via his baking. Whether Scar planned it or not Mumbo has no survival instincts and will eat anything - like those buttercup cookies in s9 you know-)

This fic has cool vibes and it was the first I read from the redscape category, feel free to check it out! (I'm such a fan of vintage/clocks/radio and stuff like that so yeahhh)

Grian is so done with them both