#scumbo

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Hey so I played with their designs last year and forgot to post it soo- here! :D

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He did

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scumbo on the mind, with scar's big behind. sorry. it's @vikiiitumbl 's fault okay.

#makescumbocanon get it trending

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/47493238

if you want to read it here and not on ao3, it’s under the cut !!!

The sun was just rising from the horizon, but Mumbo was awake. It wasn’t the first time– it wouldn’t be the last either– yet he could feel his eyes ever drooping. Despite that, he remained awake, not particularly doing anything but observing, noticing, discerning. Scar was asleep, of course, next to him, and it was times like these that Mumbo was reminded just how beautiful Scar was. His long brown hair, slightly tangled but still woven around his head so delicately that Mumbo could trail his fingers through his husband’s– husband, husband, husband, oh gods his husband’s– hair. The sun’s light was not quite reaching his face, but Scar had still radiated warmth. Even the things that weren’t typically seen as “perfect,” or what wasn’t societally deemed charming, Mumbo paid attention to each detail as if it was the last thing he’d ever pay attention to. Mumbo could only hope that he gave as much warmth to Scar as he did him.

What if Mumbo didn’t? What if he wasn’t enough?

A short yawn and a couple blinks broke Mumbo from his trance, and Scar slightly jolted, giggling softly to himself.

“Well, hello there,” he said groggily. “It’s so early, why’re you awake already?”

Mumbo’s soft smile grew ever more sheepish as he tried to think of a legitimate reason other than ‘I thought my husband was pretty.’ or, ‘I thought you were pretty.’

“Oh, uh– I dunno– Uh– I was– I was looking at– Looking for uhm–”

Scar was waiting patiently, although his eyes were still half lidded, and his blinks were getting longer each time he started to close his eyes.

“Oh geez. I’ve bored you already.” Mumbo brang a hand up to his forehead, probably attempting to hide his face, but Scar grabbed it before he fell down a self-hatred spiral.

“No, my love, you’re not boring me,” he started. “It’s just that it’s five– six o’clock in the morning, and I was too busy staring at you last night to actually go to sleep.”

Mumbo could only get out one word of surprise.

“Oh.”

But his thoughts clouded and interrupted each other in a fit of… excitement? Being Flustered? Either way, all he could think of was oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, he was looking at me, he was looking at me, he was looking at me, I want to hold him and never let him go. Mumbo cleared his throat.

“O-Oh,” he repeated, simply. His ears had turned bright pink.

“Oh,” Scar also said, another giggle escaping his lips. Scar kissed his forehead, and Mumbo’s ears turned even redder as he went back to sleep.

Mumbo flipped out his communicator, quite almost immediately, in a frightful mess.

< Mumbo Jumbo > Whispers to Grian… Oh my gosh, dude. What do I even do, oh my gosh.

< Grian > Whispers to you... well. you could always use tnt?

< Grian > Whispers to you... give them a little scare. touch their redstone. start wars.

He rolled his eyes, chuckling softly to himself. Mumbo supposed he should have given context, because of course Grian would suggest something like that if he didn’t know what was going on. To be honest, Grian probably would suggest something like that even if he did know what was going on.

< Mumbo Jumbo > Whispers to Grian… Sorry. I’m talking about Scar.

< Mumbo Jumbo > Whispers to Grian… He’s just so sweet, Grian.

< Grian > Whispers to you... oh

< Grian > Whispers to you... im guessing youre not going to use the tnt then?

< Mumbo Jumbo > Whispers to Grian…Definitely not.

< Grian > Whispers to you... boring

Mumbo rolled his eyes, and thinking that was the end of it, he closed his communicator. Until it buzzed again.

Grian blew up.

< Grian > Whispers to you... see? im not boring like you gay people

He cackled before putting it away– really, this time– and traveled quickly to see if Grian needed any help getting his stuff back.

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The day had started out well enough, but that high of being near his husband and having fun with Grian was slowly fading. Mumbo needed to finish this stupid project. It was so close to being finished, all he had to do was set all of the redstone to be in its place, but Mumbo’s head started hurting after a few hours. He couldn’t really understand why. Sure, he was sleep deprived, but it shouldn’t have been as terrible as he felt at this current moment. He felt a buzz from his communicator, and while he really did want to check it, he decided against it in an attempt to stop the repeated pulsing that was going on in his head. He needed to focus on trying to get this redstone pulse to start going, anyways.

The comm buzzed again, and he forced himself to place it where he couldn’t see it; he couldn’t finish this project if his migraine got worse, and he didn’t want to think about how bad it would get if he stared at his electronic device for too long.

It faintly buzzed for a third time while Mumbo put it in his bag, and he bit his lip, wondering if it was important. He faintly wondered if he didn’t answer now, would he get in trouble? Would people be mad at him?

What if whoever was messaging him was in trouble, and all he was doing was setting up pointless redstone contraptions. What if whoever was messaging him was dying, was asking him for help, and he wasn’t looking because if Mumbo so much as blinked too hard, his head would scream at him.

This was stupid. He was stupid. He should just check the goddamn thing.

And– No. It would be fine, Mumbo thought. It wouldn’t be that big of a deal. People don’t answer messages all the time, and so far nothing tragic has happened. Mumbo compelled himself to keep going, to avoid checking whatever messages he had gotten, and to just take a deep breath. It would be fine. He would be fine.

Still, still, that nagging voice that had stuck into his brain kept asking him the same thing; what if he wasn’t good enough?

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Mumbo, per usual, wasn’t sure if he knew what was going on. His migraine had alleviated over the next few hours, albeit slightly, but coming back home had made it spike right back up again. Scar was sitting at the table, spinning the small spoon in his tea. Scar looked at the cup so intently, it was like he was trying to memorize each individual tea leaf. Normally, Mumbo would come home before Scar. Normally, Mumbo would notice the slight tremble in his partner’s hands, the slight quiver in his voice as he said his greetings, the nervous and terrified look his eyes seemed to possess.

Normally, when Scar would ask Mumbo about his day, he’d go on about all the different changes in the flowers scattered across his and Grian’s base, about the changes he made in his vault, the work he’d done, the redstone that gave Scar a headache when Mumbo would try to explain. But now–

“It was good,” was the short and simple reply to Scar’s question. Scar seemed to deflate in response to his words, and normally– normally– Mumbo would notice. But his head felt like it was splitting into pieces, and he couldn’t act the way he ordinarily would. On any other day, he would have wanted to ask what was wrong, what he could do, but right now? All Mumbo wanted to do was sleep.

“Have– Have I done something wrong?” It was so quiet Mumbo almost missed it. Almost.

“What?” Mumbo finally, finally truly opened his eyes to see Scar nervously fidgeting with the different sets of earrings. “Not– Not at all, dear. Have I done something to make you feel like you’ve done something wrong?”

Scar shrunk a bit more into himself. Ah. So that’s a yes. Guilt poured through his chest, and despite not knowing what he did, Scar was upset. He was the one who made Scar upset. He wanted to cry, he wanted to berate himself and never show his face ever again. Mumbo’s head was screaming, shouting at him– not enough, not enough, not enough, not enough– before he shut that down. This was about Scar. He could resolve his own guilt later.

“What’s going on, love?” Mumbo’s voice was soft– partly because saying things too loudly made his headache worse, mostly because he didn’t want Scar to feel more upset than he already was.

Scar bit his lip, as if he was hesitant to share. At that, Mumbo continued, trying to ignore the blaring spikes in his head.

“I want to help soothe whatever is making you feel–” Like you’re not enough. “–whatever it is you’re feeling right now. But– But I can’t stop doing something that makes you feel bad if– if you don’t tell me. I’m a genius, but erm– I haven’t figured out how to read minds yet. Unfortunately, erm– Unfortunately Minecraft Redstone For Dummies doesn’t exactly cover it.”

Scar gave a half smile, and that should have been enough to make Mumbo’s headache go away, if that was at all how headaches worked. But– he frowned again, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“I don’t want to make a big deal–”

“Sorry to interrupt, my love, you know I really enjoy hearing what you have to say– But this is a big deal,” he said, and rushed to his next words upon seeing Scar’s expression. “And that’s alright! Things are– Things are allowed to be a big deal.”

A few seconds passed, then a minute. And though Mumbo’s migraine was getting ever so worse, he stayed, patiently waiting for Scar to share however little or however much he wanted to.

“We– Gods, this is going to sound so stupid, but I got really– I got really nervous when I woke up by myself this morning, because I– I didn’t know where you went.” Scar wasn’t looking at Mumbo in the eye, yet Mumbo hoped Scar knew that he wasn’t angry at him as he was talking.

“I’m not– I don’t really know why it bothered me so much, but then I messaged you after I had a scary time in the nether, but I didn’t get a response, and then– I guess– I guess I’m just used to hearing a lot about your day. I love hearing about your day, because you just– you have this contagious excitement whenever you’re talking about random redstone mumbo jumbo that I have absolutely zero clue on what you’re talking about. Redstone mumbo jumbo–” he repeated the words. “–it makes you so happy, and you, Mumbo Jumbo. You make me happy. But today– it might be an off day, or something, because I just– I was worried that I wasn’t making you feel happy anymore.”

Near the end, Scar became more quiet, slumping even more, and looked down at his hands self consciously. In return, Mumbo gently cupped Scar’s face with his own hand, tracing his cheek lightly tracing one of Scar’s horns with the other.

“Scar, I don’t think you understand how happy I am when I’m with you, Just– just thinking about you makes my chest beat a little bit faster.” Mumbo gently grabbed his husband’s hand, putting it lightly against his own chest. “Honestly, I don’t even know if you can feel it. I don’t know how that works, but I– I hope you get the sentiment.”

Scar’s face crinkled in small amusement, and Mumbo continued.

“I– I’ve had a horrid migraine this whole day,” he admitted. “I’m sorry I didn’t communicate that.”

Scar’s eyes widened, and he broke Mumbo’s hold by placing his head in his hands.

“O-Oh gods, that– Makes a whole lot more sense.”

“No need to be upset with yourself, love–”

“I’m not– I mean, I slightly am, but only because I didn’t notice.”

“Scar, it’s not a physical thing, I don’t expect you to notice a physical thing,” Mumbo said lightly.

“It’s not a physical thing, but you do physical things when you’re in pain,” Scar murmured. “You furrow your eyebrows sometimes. You– you do this thing where you pinch your nose with your fingers. Your voice gets really strained when you try and talk, and–”

Mumbo’s ears were turning pink in embarrassment.

“I– I didn’t realize how you– how much I– Am I that predictable?”

“Mumbo, I don't think you understand how much I love you.” Scar softly smiled, lightly bonking his forehead against Mumbo’s. Ow. “You’re not predictable– Well, maybe you are a little bit– but that’s only because we’ve been together for so long.”

Mumbo’s ears turned a darker shade of red.

“O-Oh,” he fumbled over his words. “G-Gosh darn it, Scar, I was trying to help you, and now you’ve– Oh gosh–”

Scar stifled giggles before responding.

“You have helped me. You’ve helped me more than you know.”

“...Really?” Just like Scar previously, Mumbo was hesitant to believe it. He didn’t think he was particularly helpful. He didn’t think he was particularly good enough. Scar pulled away from the hold to kiss him lightly on the forehead, as if that would cure his blazing headache.

“I mean– all of my silly little insecurities won’t go away in an instant, but I– you being around me at all just makes me feel a bit better. You don’t even have to do anything, if I know you aren’t tired of me or something.”

“I could never be tired of you,” Mumbo hastily said, and Scar softly smiled.

“And I could never be tired of you, sunshine. You– You make me happy, is what I’m trying to say. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who’s made me as happy as you have.”

Oh. Oh. That. Oh.

Mumbo didn’t know how to respond, and apparently Scar knew that, because he stood up, walking with his cane over to the kitchen. He came back after a few seconds, holding a couple of Advil pills and a glass of water.

Mumbo was amazed, to say the least.

“Can you– Can you mindread?”

Scar giggled.

“No, sunshine. I’ve been married to you for two years,” he said fondly. “Now go to sleep.”

Mumbo wanted to stay up later, but the pain in his head made it pretty difficult to argue, plus, Scar was warm, and he didn’t want to leave that alone.

Sometimes Scar’s heart was so warm it burned himself, and Mumbo knew this.

He was really hoping Scar wasn’t deflecting his own issues to comfort Mumbo’s, but once he remembered the words his husband had spoken he couldn’t stop thinking about them.

“You have helped me. You’ve helped me more than you know.”

And maybe– just maybe– Mumbo’s worries about not being good enough lessened.

And as Mumbo snuggled in closer towards Scar, maybe his worries about being unloved had lessened, too.

Like Scar had said earlier, it wouldn’t be rid of right off the bat, but maybe– maybe they didn’t have to get rid of their “What if”’s– at least, not completely.

Because, as much as Scar wonders, “What if he doesn’t love me?” he should counter with, “But what if he does?”

Maybe that would be good enough for now.

Either way, Mumbo would be good enough– not just for now, and he wasn’t just good enough– he was more than that. He was Mumbo; and that made him ethereal.

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Man season 9 really has been the season of Mumscarian hasn’t it?

[mar-im-o]

In Which Mumbo Realizes He’s Soulbound to Scar

Based on this post

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It's been some time since Mumbo's been in Hermitcraft.

He's not been avoiding it, per say, just giving himself time to focus on, well, himself. It's important to take time away from a world where everyone is constantly judging your builds, after all. He needed some alone time.

But now he can't stand it.

Because things have been odd since he's been back. He knows the gist of it (there was another game of Life and they all got soulmates from the Watchers) but certainly that's had no ongoing effect on everyone back in Hermitcraft.

Right...?

And yet, Scar’s begun to build his mega base nearby, and while such a surprise was certainly welcomed, Mumbo wasn’t prepared for how Grian would react. There’s hardly a time when the two aren’t in one another’s arms, rather it be cuddling or simply linked together as they discuss build plans. They’ve become inseparable, and while Mumbo was prepared for them to have gotten closer in his absence, this is a bit more than he anticipated.

"Right," Mumbo says with a huff one day, ducking into Grian's base only to see Scar there as well. Grian's perched on Scar's lap, eyes shut as his arms and wings envelope Scar in a hug that seems to be keeping the man from work.

Both pairs of eyes snap onto Mumbo when they realize he's there, cheerful hellos at the ready.

Mumbo presses his fingertips together with an inhale. "Right, so are you two dating now? Not that I mind at all! Just want to be in the loop."

To which Scar snorts and replies: "Oh, no, I don't do that sort of thing."

"Yeah, we're just friends, mate."

“Just friends.”

Grian yawns, cuddling a bit closer to Scar. “Absolutely nothing more.”

Which concludes an interaction which did absolutely nothing to further Mumbo's understanding of the situation.

Sure, maybe they are just friends! Friends can cuddle, right? Friends can kiss each other on the forehead and exchange “I love you”s and fall asleep together. Just pal things, isn’t it? Bit rude of Mumbo to think otherwise.

But that doesn't explain what's wrong with him. Because, well...

Mumbo's jealous of Grian.

Of Grian.

Mumbo loves Scar very very much--considers him a best friend--but he's never had much of an interest in any sort of deeper relationship. But now...?

Now he sees Grian wrapped around Scar and wishes that were him. He sees the way Scar kisses Grian's forehead and wants to be in his place. Maybe he wants to be the one falling asleep in Scar's arms under the warmth of a setting sun! Is there really anything so wrong with that?

According to Mumbo, there most certainly is.

He's able to piece together what's going on easy enough: there’s still a bit of Grian's soul in him--something leftover from season 8 when he was trying to get back his humanity--and if Grian's soul has been bound to Scar... well....

That certainly would explain the butterflies...

But Mumbo, fearer of emotions, decides that repression is the healthiest response and so he does just that. He buries down the feelings and throws himself into his work until he's drowning in it. Then he works a bit more. And a bit more.

Until phantoms are circling overhead, then diving, then he's respawning in Grian's base (because of COURSE he used Grian's bed last) and Scar and Grian are on the floor wrapped around one another and wow this has all become a mess quite quickly.

And Mumbo can't take it anymore. He slumps over in pained anguish and looks at the pair with dreary eyes.

"I think I'm dying."

"You already did," Grian says with a laugh, climbing out from Scar's embrace to welcome Mumbo, carefully looking him over for any ongoing injuries. "Seem fine to me, though."

"It's emotional," Mumbo whispers to the space around them. The eyes that meet Grian's are tired and wanting, flickering from him to Scar in some unspoken plea for Grian to understand. He must understand.

And, by some miracle, Grian's hand flies to the waffley pattern on the back of his own head. "Oh..."

Scar laughs from where he's still lounging, not yet interested in transitioning to his wheelchair. "What's up?"

Grian's eyes go wide, and he smiles. "Oh."

"What?"

Grian takes Mumbo's shoulders in his hands, a devious glint in his eyes. "You have to tell him."

"What?!" Mumbo sputters, trying to back away. "Absolutely not!"

"You HAVE to." Grian's grinning wildly, spinning Mumbo around and shoving him towards Scar.

Scar. Scar, his friend of years. Scar, who has Mumbo's heart racing and cheeks burning and what is going ON?

This curse of the Watcher's game--he despises that it's reached him here, but the bit of Grian's soul that's merged into his is longing to melt into Scar's arms and be held and loved and safe.

Scar seems utterly, utterly lost, a confused glance jumping between Grian and Mumbo.

Mumbo's feet freeze when Scar's soft eyes turn his stomach, and Grian seems to have relented his pushing. That laughing elytrian falls back into Scar's arms, looking utterly like a man watching a prank play out. "Go on!"

"I'm so confused," Scar mutters, one arm wrapping around Grian. (Mumbo can't help but notice that the other is free... Would Scar wrap it around him if he asked?)

And the thought makes his cheeks burn. "You and me both, buddy."

"Tell him," Grian insists a bit louder this time, and Mumbo lets out a deep exhale as he genuinely considers it.

He can't really expect this to go well, right...?

"Look, mate--" Where does he even start here? "It's a bit of a long story. Last season I sort of stole a bit of Grian's soul, right, and, well--well the Watcher's game--that's soulbinding, innit? And they linked Grian's to yours so I think mine is also kind of--"

And Mumbo watches a dawning realization flood Scar's face. He expects the worst, expects Grian to get possessive or Scar to respond poorly or, at the least, for things to be weird.

What he doesn't expect is for Scar to open his free arm with a soft, welcoming smile. "Well, come here!"

Again, Mumbo's cheeks burn, and he looks awkwardly between Scar and Grian. "What?"

"I mean--your soul is kind of Grian's, right? Can't say I totally get it, but it sounds like we're soulmates to me."

"And you're just cool with that?"

"I mean, as long as Grian is."

Grian's smirking, barely holding back laughter. "Fine by me! Serves you right for stealing my soul. Now we're BOTH bound to this fool."

"Hey," Scar barks, but there's a grin there too. "I'll have you know I'm wonderful to be bound to. Grian has rated my hugs 10 out of 10."

"That's taken out of context!"

Scar just covers Grian's face with his hand, completely muffling any further protests. His full attention turns to Mumbo, and Mumbo doesn't much mind the butterflies such focus gives him. "Offer still stands."

And Mumbo Jumbo, for all his strictness and repression and attempts not to fall prey to the Watcher's curse, gives in. He closes the distance between him and Scar and falls into his arms.

Scar welcomes him like he was always meant to be there, arms wrapping both him and Grian into a soft, warm hug.

And Mumbo smiles. No embarrassment. No fear. Just a genuine, content smile.

And perhaps he would have stayed like that for hours if Grian hadn't reached over and poked him in the ribs.

"Mumbo, we've got a secret."

"Hm?" Mumbo says, sparing nothing but a muffled hum from where he's wrapped himself around Scar.

"The soulbinding didn't follow us out of Double Life," Grian says. "This is all us."

All Mumbo can manage is a sleepy, "Oh?"

"Which means this is all you."

And maybe, in a different situation, Mumbo's cheeks would have burned and he would have denied it and untangled himself from Scar's arms.

But he's safe. And he's warm. And Scar's holding him. And he's more than happy to let that keep happening.

[mcytblrconfessions]

The ship name between Scar and Mumbo should be Scumbo

Also more people should ship them

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hiiii :3



HELLO CREATURES OF THE DARK



today i shall show you all; The BargoQu (my first Alien species yipeeee)

They're a blind sophont species inhabitating in an ice covered-planet with storms present 24/7. In contrast to being a sapient species, BargoQus are introverts, living solitary lifes in an almost barren planet. As for context, the loneliness of their home world is cause of it not having a Sun, as it has been traveling trought the deep space for a looong time. After leaving their Sun, all the life that lived in the surface died, but the ice that formed and protected the deep oceans let the surviving organism proliferate with the help of underwater volcanoes and underwater gases.

BargoQus come from a anteater-like predator wich inhabitated the cold waters under the ice, hunting eusocial crustacean-like beings. When their prey that lived in the ice that separated the surface with the ocean, decided to relocate themselves on the surface, their predators followed them and adapted to the hard conditions of the surface.

These changes can be seen in the BargoQus of today, which include:

Membranes of purple coloration, that function as ears, but in a more advanced way. When they trap noise, they select wich sounds are from the environment and wich are unknown sounds so they can identify where its prey is located at

3 pairs of gills that emerge from their head that catch all the oxygen in the air/snow, wich seems to be scarce but unknown in nature...

As the change of environment, their hind legs turned into strong and formidable extremities, equipped with great curved claws letting them walk on rocky/hard terrain

And this didn't only affect the hind legs, as the front arms turned into big and pointy claws, evolved from clawed flippers for digging up underwater hives, now used to enter into the hard and almost impenetrable nest of their prey

As some things that didn't changed, their trifurcated tongue, wich are as long as 7 meters long, lets them suck up any crustaceans from the hives they inhabit. And their armor, that was used to stand upon the crushing forces of the depth, they became more weaker and hollow, letting it trap sounds, and to increase sounds emitted from the BargoQu that tend to be hisses and grunts or microvibrations that can travel up to 10 km in radio.

One last change, was their intelligence, wich seems to have appeared to the absence of predators. But in the end they turned to be introverts, as they don't interact with other members of their species in most of their lives, only when they have to reproduce. With this intelligence, one of the greatest and biggest piece of technology they were able to produce are igloos, as there aren't any more materials in their surroundings more than ice and snow. But these easy constructions are considered as momentary homes, as they can easily lost them because of the fact they can't see and don't have any auditive indicators of were their home is at.

In terms of contact with extrasterrestrial species, they have done contact with other aliens, but only the less introverts BargoQus have accepted to leave their planet and live in other worlds more than their own.

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WELL, that's pretty much it, but as usual, if you have questions about these scrumbos, please ask them, it would be a pleasure to ask them! Also this is kind of concept art so it might not be the final species. i hope you like my son Tumblr

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you can't hate scumbo and their jumbo goodtimes, how dare you

FUCK YOU JUDAS

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I used this pose pack in a story post and thought I'd post it as a late celebration for the growing together pack release! I really enjoy this pack, and I'm so glad they've added infants into the game (although I would've been happy with them replacing newborns..), it's always fun to have a new life stage! I really wanted to get this pose pack out sooner, however life always gets in the way v_V also, if you live in the US, happy Mother's day!! :)

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Stretchy trans boys

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Iswmleal out of context

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Petition to rename the Redscape ship name to Scumbo. Reasons? It would be fucking hillarious.

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Changed Name

le-scumbo ➡️ mr-wormy

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reminder: draw scumbo baggins