#human!grian

He wears that picture perfect smile again, and it sends shivers down Grian’s spine.

For some reason, his mind whispers for him to keep walking. So he does, keeping his stride normal. He wonders how long it’d take him to get to Mumbo from here.

“A fine day, isn’t it?”

Grian’s eyes narrow, “What do you want, Scar?” He questions, not in the mood for entertaining the man’s games. The circus is still a very fresh memory.

Scar pouts, “Aw, c’mon Grian, don’t be like that! Can’t a man pay a visit to an acquaintance? See how he’s doing?”

A harsh laugh escapes him like air leaving a balloon, “The last time you ran into me you kidnapped me and nearly killed me for your circus act! Forgive me for being hesitant to trust you.”

“Gosh, you humans and your grudges.” Scar grumbles in return, shoulders sagging slightly.

“I think I’ve earned a right to hold a grudge against you.” Grian huffs at him, and it’s only then that he becomes aware of just how his heart is beating nervously against his chest. “And you owe me the truth. It’s the least you could do after trying to kill me.” He says, glancing over at him. “It may be the middle of the day, but I can get Mumbo here if you’re going to threaten me again.”

Scar seems to pause at that, a million different emotions flickering across his face. Grian can hardly read any of them. Finally, finally, does that picture perfect smile of Scar’s drop just slightly. His lips twitch.

To Grian’s surprise, the man stops walking entirely, green eyes flickering around them. Grian freezes in place, watching him carefully. He narrows his eyes at the other.

“Right, one moment.” Scar hums casually, forcefully keeping a bright expression on his face. He looks around until he finds whatever it is he seems to be looking for, forest green eyes going bright. Grian follows his gaze and finds a flower bed.

His face scrunches up in confusion.

Scar walks over to the flower bed, reaching into it. His face goes soft, “Well hello darlings.” He murmurs to the flowers before his hand gingerly plucks two of them from the dirt. The flowers are pulled up, roots and all. A bit of dirt spills out of the bed. Scar grimaces before holding the two flowers in front of his face and using his nail to cut the roots away.

Looking pleased with the result, he turns back to Grian. Grian, for his part, watches Scar approach him feeling nervous. What did he want with those flowers? Is it another plot to kidnap him? Another murder attempt?

“Now just hold still.” Scar singsongs to him, reaching out with the flowers. Grian goes stiff, shoulders hunching up to his ears as Scar’s hand moves toward his face.

His eyes screw shut as he waits with baited breath for something to happen.

A beat passes.

His feels gentle fingers in his hair, carefully brushing the strands behind his ear. The gentleness surprises him, and as he feels a weight against his ear, his eyes open.

He finds Scar rather close to him, a serene smile on his face. It’s nothing like his previous smile, the one that was just a smidge too perfect. This one is gentle, soft. And this close, Grian can see the regret woven into his lips, the gentle upturn of his mouth that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

And his eyes, Grian can hardly believe it. In those emerald green depths he sees guilt. It causes Grian pause.

“Lilacs and poppies.” Scar says, speaking rather quietly. “Lilacs can represent a few things, like innocence, purity. Or they can represent spring, renewal.” He smiles, slowly pulling his hand away. “As for poppies, they’re the traditional flower for death. Though they may also mean remembrance and hope.”

Grian finds himself too stunned to speak, no longer afraid or nervous, oddly enough.

“The reason I’m here, songbird, is because I’d like to offer you an apology. I had no personal interest in killing you, though my employer thinks differently.” Scar hums.

“You?” The words are leaving Grian before he can think about them. “Where does your personal interest lie?”

Scar looks surprised, green eyes widening for a minute before softening, “Well, that’s a fine question that is!” He exclaims, some of that grandeur returning to his demeanor. Grian finds that Scar acts larger than life. “I suppose my own personal interest lies in getting to know you. You’ve caught my eye, little bird.” Scar winks, “Though that’s only if you’ll allow me.”

Scar is putting the choice in his hands, Grian realizes. He’s leaving the next move up to Grian, and is opening himself up to the chance of rejection.

The thought softens any kind of bad feeling in his chest.

He speaks his next words carefully, “I’m not going to forget what you did.” He watches Scar’s face, but doesn’t see any changes in his expression. Though he notices a hopeful glint in his eyes. “But I’m a believer of second chances, and Mumbo seems to know you so… alright. You’ll have to earn my trust though.”

welcome to the collection of important posts to the songbird's blood au! the au is centered around scar/grian and queerplatonic mumbo/grian. the universe is set in aqua town, a place full of more supernaturals than humans. grian and pearl are new in town, and have quite the surprise waiting for them.

the au takes influence from the most recent seasons of hermitcraft (6, 7, 8, & 9), as well as the traffic series.

(note: there is also hermitshipping/trafficshipping involved in the au, so if that isn’t your cup of tea, dni).

warning(s) for the au: violence, death, trauma, blood, dark themes. warnings will be updated as the au goes on.

main tag for the au is #songbird's blood au

any asks about the au that don't contain heavy lore will be tagged with #songbird asks

main playlist: songbird's blood

fics.

night life. - scarian/qpr grumbo focused; main storyline

arts.

ringmaster scar 1, ringmaster scar 2, ringmaster scar 3, welcome to the circus ch3, grum and jrum, grian with jrum ; by @halfapersob / sb!grian art, sad grians from enchante ; by @musiccallanon / mumbo carrying grian in wttc ch3 ; by @angeart / grian’s first circus act ; by @spicedciyder / scott meeting grian , grian doing mumbo’s hair , scar ; by @cookiecatshroom / some mumbo’s and a grian by @hellish-hyperfixation / grumbo hug ; by @pa-rou / grian and scar holding hands ; by @fairyyybread / a songbird grian, “his blood is on your hands” ; by @treesaplingtwig / the swaggon dealings ; by @smallishobeans

lore things.

treebark lore dump / vampires in songbird / grum and jrum’s dynamic with mumbo / scar and tubbo head canons / immortal supernaturals / canon heights / totems / mumbo, scar, and martyn's magic / purebloods and halfbloods 1 / purebloods and halfbloods 2 / layout of mumbo's study / ages / glyph visuals and inspo / the meaning of 'humanity' /

drabbles.

grum and jrum intro / out of context scene / scarian meeting / grumbo drabble / mumscarian scene / grian and mumbo play uno / drabble by 🦕 anon: part one ; part two /

title: still feel

warning(s): graphic depictions of violence

chapter(s): 1/5

relationship: mumbo/grian

summary:

“What? Why’re you looking at me like that?” Grian asks him, lifting a brow.

“It’s—” The vampire pauses, abruptly stopping himself. He shakes his head, that soft expression still on his face. Though there’s a hint of regret in his eyes, “I think I owe you an apology, if I’m honest.”

Grian blinks, “Sorry, what?” He stares at Mumbo with a mix of confusion and surprise. His brows knit together in his sudden bewilderment.

or, four times grian showed mumbo his humanity, and the one (1) time mumbo showed grian his.

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title: welcome to the circus

warning(s): graphic of violence

relationship(s): mumbo/grian , scar/grian

chapter(s): 1/2

summary:

“Why of course! I did say your life is in my hands, didn’t I?” Scar answers, humming. “Though I suppose I can understand your confusion. You might have thought that if you listened to what I said, you’d make it out alive.” Scar smiles politely at him, “But unfortunately for you, you’re going to die tonight.”

A cold chill rips through Grian, making him shudder. “What?” He breathes. This whole thing… is just some elaborate way of murdering him? First of all, talk about dramatic. And second of all, there is no way he can survive this. With the tricks that he’ll be forced to perform? He’s in way over his head here!

No, he can’t think like that. Grian is anything if not stubborn, and he refuses to die. He has a sister to go home to, and a vampire to mess with.

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I WROTE THIS OVER THE LAST TWO DAYS I FEEL LIKE A SPEED DEMON -- anyways. new fic of songbird's blood au !!!! :D and we get to meet scar, ehehe. I'm incredibly excited about this fic, and I know I say that all the time, but this time it's For Real.

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thinking about the mumscarian dynamic in this new au….

grian, a completely mortal man, stumbles through some kind of rift that takes him to a mirror world of his own. there, humans are replaced with monsters and creatures of the night. he’s landed himself in an unfamiliar place with no way of getting home. and now he’s forced to adapt to this new and dangerous world, and survive, because he has a home to get back to; a sister to return to.

and yet he’s curious about this new world before him, a world he’s only read about in books or seen in movies. so while searching for a way home, he also takes time to learn about the world he’s ended up in.

enter in mumbo who’s this very isolated vampire, and he’s a walking Basket Case. he despises humans, but also fellow vampires as well because of how he came to be a vampire (forced turning, you know the drill). so he hides himself away in his big manor up on the hill to avoid interaction (he’s also socially awkward <3). but then this human man breaks into his house and suddenly he’s stuck with a pesky man.

and scar??? ohmygod where do I begin with him. he’s fae, he’s known among the supernaturals as “the grim reaper” because he’ll take any job you offer him, even those that ends with someone’s life being stolen. he keeps others at arms length, he smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes, he thrives on the presence of other people yet he’s lonely.

title: i could only lead you so far

warning(s): none

chapter(s): 1/1

relationship: mumbo/grian

summary:

Before Grian has a chance to make a run for it, the door swings open. Grian squawks helplessly, jumping at the sight of Mumbo behind him. Though Grian notes that there’s some kind of ball of light in Mumbo’s hand, one that shines with a forest green glow. It looks like some kind of ring is floating in the air, multiple of them in fact. And there’s a symbol in the middle of the rings. A goat? Hearing a sigh, Grian’s attention is brought away from whatever Mumbo is holding. The vampire hardly looks amused with him, if the quirk of his brow is anything to go by. His appearance hasn’t changed either in the last few hours. Nervously, Grian waves at him, “Erm… hello.”

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title: showing your teeth at the sight of the moon

warning(s): n/a

relationship: mumbo/grian

chapter(s): 1/1

summary:

He stares in awe as more light begins to grant him proper sight in the room, and he’s startled by how different it all looks. Gone are the missing chunks of wall and holes in the floor. The inside looks perfectly fine now. The wooden floors are carpeted and the walls are clean, the paint coats looking fresh and neat. Paintings hang on the walls, accompanied by little tables with vases of lively flowers underneath.

“What in the world is going on here?” He asks, feeling a little lightheaded. Is he dreaming? Surely he must be. There’s no way an abandoned building would look this nice inside! And the candles! They don’t just light up on their own!

“That’s what I’d like to know.”

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It's just as Grian pokes his head out from behind the wall that he finds Mumbo's and Scar's bodies laying on the ground. A choke noise escapes from his throat, and he's moving before he can even properly access the situation. He dashes forward to them both, knees bending as he ends up sliding on the floor.

He sits right in the middle of the two of them, gaze switching wildly between both. Mumbo lays on his back, eyes shut. His face is scrunched in pain, the side of his head is bleeding. His arm is on his stomach, and his clothes are far from the prim proper state they're normally in.

On his other side, Scar lays still. He's on his side, and his staff has been knocked away from him. It rests on the ground some feet away. His clothes are ripped and torn in some places, and there's a small puddle of blood leaking from somewhere, and it causes Grian's breath to hitch.

"Mumbo, Scar!" He yelps, praying to whatever exists above that he isn't going to lose them here. He feels paralyzed, uncertain of what the correct move is. He's frozen with uncertainty, as fear slowly climbs its way up his spine, until it reaches his throats and threatens to choke him.

His mind feels like it's swirling, preventing him from forming any kind of coherent thought. He can't focus, too preoccupied with the panic shooting through his veins like a bullet.

Turning to the vampire first, he finds himself trying to shake the other. He isn't thinking, his body is moving on autopilot. "You're okay. You've got to be okay. You've got to be." Grian pleads, voice cracking as he tries to hold his composure. There's a slight groan from Mumbo that makes his breath stutter.

Grian looks at Scar next, doing the same to him as well. Desperation drives his actions, as he tries to wake the fae. He bites his lip, "You're okay. Please. Please be okay." He starts to repeat it like it's a mantra, because he needs them both to be okay. He doesn't know what he'll do if they aren't okay.