#tcd mumbo

[stiffyck]

Some happy times.

With bonus angst under the line :)

[aresonist]

tcdm on the mind

[whilmsy]

nothing bad ever happens to tcd!mumbo (lie)

Hello miners and crafters welcome back to another episode of I Cannot Stop Thinking About TCD and I now blame @stiffyck for this because of their incredible askers (@buzzybeeboi thank you but also i blame you too, thank you for starting this au i’m very normal (lie) about it /pos) for making a very beloved au where Mumbo has been thrown into TCD and gets to witness Scar’s past before joining hermitcraft (there is more to the rambles than just this, and the incredible @5ievel-w-c-q is the very person - blame them for the dialogue used as he started it <3 /lh)

It’s ironic, really, that the one that's technically already undead is the one that gets bitten. It couldn’t be any more ironic.

The scene still replays in Scar’s head: the world going slow and yet moving faster than he could ever run. Teeth sinking into skin, the thought of I’m too late ripping his hopes and dreams apart, his brother in everything but blood showing him that love still existed in this god forsaken world being the one that’s taken.

Mumbo calls his name, he tries not to think about how he told him it.

‘Scar. I forgot my name, so I just named myself after my favourite gun.’

He’s starting to hate the weapon, hands trembling as he aims it at the floor and attempts to remember how to turn the safety on after so, so long.

Mumbo’s hold on the gun doesn’t go unnoticed; he could take it from Scar’s trembling hands and shoot him with it. Scar would let him.

“No!” His voice betrays him, weak and broken and everything he told himself he wouldn’t be in the beginning. “You’ll be fine, you’re-” In the beginning you learn not to make promises, you learn to give up on the little things, because nothing good survives here; it’s why he’s still living. “We don’t know Mumbo, you could be fine. You’re not human! Maybe you’re immune!”

He hasn’t felt so childish in so long, hasn’t tried to be naive like this in a long, long time.

Mumbo hasn’t let go of the gun, he doesn’t stop staring him down like this is a contest.

Scar would live through breaking his leg over a hundred times if it meant he’d never have to live this moment.

“Please. Scar, we know what happens.” They both do, Scar taught Mumbo about it just like Mumbo taught him about vampires. “I don’t want to hurt you.” The recent scar marking his face stings.

You didn’t mean it, he thinks, clenching his jaw and trying to stop the way his chest feels tight, you were protecting me and I didn’t stay out of the way.

“You can’t just leave me.” Scar begs, foolish and young and yet never regretting letting another person into his life. It was all going so well- it’s not fair. “I’m not going to- I won’t. We said we’d get out of here. Together.” I will let you kill me if it means I do not have to, I will drop this weapon and I will finally give up. If it means I don’t have to be alone, I will give up.

He is tired of loneliness, is tired of this world and the struggle to live in it; and when he was, Mumbo offered comfort. He cannot lose it.

His hands keep shaking, Mumbo doesn’t let go of the gun.

“I’m sorry.” Mumbo says, and it says everything it needs to and nothing at all, and Scar wonders, choking on his own sobs, if this is what heartbreak feels like.

Mumbo guides the weapon back towards himself, it’s steadier with his brother’s hand holding the barrel of the gun on top of Scar’s own that’s not at the handle of it. Mumbo’s hand is warm, but it’s cold in a way; comforting. Even through the choked tears, held back with bitten lips and heaving breaths, the sound of the safety clicking off echoes like it’s in a theatre.

Normally, Scar aims at the head. This time he can’t, because he knows that wouldn’t help his brother. That would not give him peace. With a heaving breath and a barely held back whimper, he aims the gun at his brother’s heart; he is glad Mumbo is holding it with him, because the tears in his eyes blur his vision.

Mumbo takes a breath that sounds as shaky as Scar feels, and he tries not to think about final breaths. Mumbo closes his eyes, and finally, Scar lets the barely-there facade fall. Mumbo is trusting him to do this; is asking him to so they don’t have to find out if vampires can die any further the hard way.

When you love someone, sometimes you have to let them go, and Scar wonders if pretending to hate his brother will let him feel nothing again.

He can’t bring himself to look, trusting that Mumbo will help keep him steady one last time as he shuts his eyes and pulls the trigger.

[doopafoop]

i listened to goodnight possums and dear little brother one too many times and @stiffyck tcd!scar au with accidental time traveler mumbo has given me brainrot for 2 weeks now so heres quick warmup doodle

[tibby-art]

page of doodle requests from twitter for people who voted scar. erm vote for scar please.. thanks

[bluebblurry]

I wanna see an au where Grian and/or Mumbo get bitten by a zombie and Scar has to watch as the one(s) he loves is/are slowly turned into the one thing he fears more than anything in the world

This probably already exists but whatever lmao

[soupjcat]

The Past, The Scarred one won't tell

by Soup_Jcat on Ao3

A TCD au inspired by @stiffyck

Aka Mumbo accidentally time travels but falling through the rift and gets into the past and long deleted server of The crafting dead... And finds Scar.. the past Scar... The past Scar never words to anyone, not even Xisuma.

...Giving a piece of Chapter one and two below this line...

Chapter one snippet

Mumbo turns to look at Grian.. whoops his hand went into the rift… but it does nothing so far.. “sorry… what were you saying?” Mumbo says in a polite yet friendly manner also because he felt bad for accidentally ignoring Grian.

“Be careful… I don't have a way back to wherever it's connected to..” Grian says with a chuckle at how distracted Mumbo seemed earlier..

Mumbo pauses realizing where his hand is… “uh… right”

Grian giggles, “it happens! How ‘bout we look at Grumbot for a while? You-...” Grian pauses.

But as cliche as it is… it was far too late.. to change that a obvious worst case was just… there.. coming.. doing it's thing

Grian and Mumbo gasps as the rift turns a red… like blood moon red… Grian yells, “Mumbo! Get away from there!” He seems concerned and also confused at how and why the rift was red��

Mumbo was about to pull away but in a blink of an eye he got sucked in and the rift… closed…

“MUMBO!...Mumbo!... Mumbo…M-mumbo…. But he just… he just came back… this can't be happening!... I need to call X… void how'd this happen!? Mumbo please!”

Grian cries, weeps even….. His friend who was already gone for a long time just got back Yesterday! What in carnations is this luck!?

Chapter two snippet

Mumbo's thoughts were quickly shut off as gunshot sound rumbles and ricochets off of everything …. Mumbo full on froze… he's never heard a real gun since being on Hermitcraft because of its rules about real firearms.. there are reasons most servers don't allow guns in the last 5 years… that sound shook Mumbo to his core, not a doubt about it… Mumbo's adrenaline spiked but up to max as he quickly realized the amount of zombies rushing to the sound…. Mumbo runs in a random direction away from the zombies… he's so glad he's been biking so much or else his endurance would be gone and dead by now…

Running probably was the right thing to do… but he was stupidly going away from only one group of Zombies so quickly he got in the middle of everything… a building caught his attention..

Mumbo runs as fast as his lanky legs can go… he jumps through a building and breaks a window before he blocks it with boards before checking around for more areas a zombie can come in… but he froze once more when seeing… a teen.. a kid… a KID!!! turns to him and aims the gun at him. The kid has bandages and scars everywhere, he also had a old used green bandana around his neck… brown eyes, starking emerald green eyes and elven like traits…

“...who.. who are you?... A zombie not lacking a brain?..” The boy says harshly while holding the gun…

[brandyy0moss]

Aggie.io doodles with @cripplecrappleee on Instagram

Also I blame @stiffyck for getting me stuck in the tcd Scar wave- help

[hopepetal]

Imagine TCD Scar finds a group of other survivors.

He's absolutely thrilled, finally able to have someone other than himself to talk to, finally not alone. He sticks with them for a long while and they really get the hang of things. The group is a well oiled machine whenever attacked by hordes and setting up defenses.

He gets to know them very quickly, becoming friends with all of them.

Grian, the sniper.

Mumbo, the tactician.

Pearl, the leader.

Impulse, the melee and "door buster" as affectionately called by the other three.

Scar fits right in, hanging out with Grian the most and exchanging tips on shooting. Grian is the first person he allows to touch and even hold his gun, the very thing he named himself after.

But one day something goes wrong.

Mumbo is the first to fall. Then Impulse. Then Grian, who throws himself in front of Pearl to save her. Then finally Pearl, who falls screaming in grief, rage, and pain.

Scar is alone again.

Why did he ever think he wouldn't be?

[melouthechalk]

Sleepy Melou here! W some of doodles of tcd Scar and two w Mumbo

@stiffyck now i think about them, u are a bad influence, but i love them so theres only good times (sorry if i tag u too much)

I just watched first three episodes and Scar already losing his mind, like me

I think that they would take turns on duty when they need some rest

+some doodles and one hug session bc yes

My cat wants me to go in the bed so gn <3

[gtwscratch]

Smart Decisions

Summary: Scar's left alone in the zombie apocalypse, having lost everyone he's cared about, but maybe he isn't entirely alone

CW: angst, mentions of death/grief/loss, self-deprecation, minor animal injury, mention of animal death(?? Scar sort of comes to that conclusion)

I promise you guys there's a happy ending

Word count: 1,558 words

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Even before the zombie apocalypse started, Scar had never been known for making smart decisions. He acted before thinking—speaking, too—and was always too enthusiastic to enact plans that would always end in disaster. There was always someone telling him not to do this or that, but when you’re alone in the apocalypse, there’s no one to tell you what you can and can’t do.

So, if Scar wants to talk friendly to the undead like they aren’t trying to kill him? Perfectly fine! He wants to decorate his survival base to look nice? Hell yeah! Scar wants to waste his bullets and go a bit crazy to let off some steam? He’ll waste all the bullets he wants! Scar’s never had more freedom in his life.

That doesn’t distract him from the fact that everyone he once knew is gone, though. Every risky and stupid move he makes, he can almost hear their responses.

You know they’re not going to respond, right, says a dark-haired man with glasses, humor in his tone.

It looks nice, mate, but we should be focusing on fortifying it rather than making it look pretty, says a tall, lanky man with a mustache.

Scar! We need to save those! They’re a limited resource, says a short, blond man with beautiful, colorful wings.

Scar’s heart aches whenever he thinks of them. He misses them dearly. He replays what happened to them again and again, trying to think of what more he could’ve done to keep them alive. Maybe if he had gotten more serious, then he’d still have his brother. If he had been paying more attention, his friend wouldn’t have gotten bitten. If he hadn’t nodded off, his partner would still be with him, in his arms. But no matter how much he thinks, nothing will change. They’re gone, and Scar’s left alone, wondering why he’s the one still alive while the others are dead. He knows they wouldn’t want him to blame himself, but survivor’s guilt is a bitch.

He wanders through one of the empty buildings on a bright day. It’s been a rough morning, Scar having woken up from a night terror that involved pretty wings being torn apart. He just needs to take a good, long breather outside the safety of his home (more of a base than a home at this point, really). He knows the building’s clear, so he wanders freely through the third floor. He tries to ignore the night terror and the memories of that day, he really does. He does some breathing exercises, he tries to shake out the anxiety and bad feelings through his hands, and he tries to think up blueprint plans like when he was an engineer, but he can’t shake it. He’s overwhelmed with grief and panic, and it quickly turns to anger.

That shouldn’t have happened. None of it should have happened. They were all so capable, and they should have survived. 

They would have survived if it wasn’t for me.

Without thinking, Scar kicks over a trash can with an ugly cry. He flips a table. He grabs the baseball bat with nails sticking out of it that’s hanging at his waist and smashes an old computer with it. He breaks old mugs. He bashes and punches holes into the flimsy material of cubicles. He breaks a window. He throws a chair. He hears a yowl. He stomps- wait, he hears a yowl?

Scar is broken out of his sorrow and fury by the sound. He stops, going very quiet and still to hear the noise again. After a few moments, there's another yowl, quieter than the first one. He follows the sound to the overturned table and looks behind it. He blinks when he sees a little gray and white kitten cowering there.

He quickly wipes his eyes. When had he started crying? He kneels down and speaks softly. “Hey there, what’re you doing here all by yourself?” Scar reaches a gloved hand out.

The kitten hisses at him and bats at his hand, her tail fluffing up more than it already was. Scar coos softly to the kitten, trying to calm her. “It’s okay.. I’m not gonna hurt you.” Despite her hissing, he manages to carefully pick her up. Upon doing so, he notices her back left paw was injured. Or was it her right paw? Scar was never good at telling his right from his left.

He feels tears burn his eyes again, and shame fills his chest. “Oh, I’m sorry, did I cause that? I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t see you. I never would have thrown everything. I’m so sorry for scaring you. I’m sorry.” A few tears run down Scar’s face as he continuously apologizes to the small cat, petting her and trying to calm her down. Scar can see the fear in her eyes, and he gently shushes her.

“Here, stay still for a second, yeah?” he sniffles. “I think I’ve got some bandages on me.” 

He lets go of the cat, which, to his surprise, stays in his lap despite her fluffed-up, flicking tail. He pulls out a roll of bandages from his bag, sighing in relief. “Thank god I didn’t forget it this time.” He carefully tries to stretch out the kitten’s leg so he can wrap it, but he realizes his gloves are a little too padded to handle the bandages. He takes them off to work more easily, and he’s surprised at how soft her fur is despite it being matted in some spots. 

Scar takes a moment to gently scratch between her ears to relax her further. “You’re okay, see? I wasn’t trying to hurt you. I’m sorry.” He keeps petting her before carefully moving her leg. He’s careful as he wraps it and is quite impressed with how well-behaved the kitten is. Maybe she’s been just as lonely as him out here and wanted some company. That’s what Scar hoped at least. Not that he hopes she’s been alone! He just couldn’t think of another reason that she’d be so willing to let a stranger pick her up and pet her like this.

It doesn’t take long for him to be finished. “All right, there you go, little lady. How’s that feel?” Scar keeps his hands back. As much as he wants to keep petting her, he doesn’t want to smother her and scare her off. To his surprise, she butts her head against his stomach with a quiet, “mrow.”

Scar exhales shakily, smiling and wiping at his eyes again. He holds his hand out and smiles wider when she rubs her face against it. He scratches under her chin. 

“Well, aren’t you just a little sweetheart? I guess that means you accept the apology, huh?” Scar just sits there, continuing to pet her, and the kitten starts to purr. He stays like that for a long while before glancing out the window and notices the sun setting. Carefully, he picks her up off his lap and sets her on the ground. 

“Welp, I’ve got to get back to my survival shelter before it gets too dark. You see, it’s easier to evade all the undead when it’s light out and I can actually see them,” Scar explains. “I’m not like you with your night-vision eyes.”

She simply meows up at him as he stands. He smiles back at her, a sad smile. “You take care of yourself now, okay? Stay away from those zombie guys, and I hope that leg heals up soon.” He walks over to grab his bat, and the kitten meows again, a little louder. Scar looks over to see her limping towards him.

“No, no, you’ve got to stay here. I’m sure you’re mama will be here to get you soon,” he says as he hooks the bat to his belt again. “I’m sure she won’t be too happy to see you missing from where she left you.” He starts to walk to the stairwell, but her meows become louder and longer, like she’s demanding him to take her with him. He stops and looks over to her, the sight tugging at his heartstrings.

This poor little cat, so small in the middle of the torn-up office space, is limping towards him as quickly as she can. Scar wonders how long she’s been up here. How long she’s been without food. How long she’s been alone with no one to take care of her because surely, if she had a mother, her coat wouldn’t be so unkept and messy. 

Scar had never been known for making smart decisions, and maybe this wasn’t the smartest decision, but he knew that if he left this kitten here by herself, it would be the absolute dumbest thing he’s done in his entire life.

He walks over and scoops her up in one hand, holding her carefully to his chest. “Okay, okay, you win,” he says with a soft smile. “So pushy. Don’t expect to get your way like this all the time, your highness.” She simply meows at him and butts her head against his chest, purring once again, and Scar instantly knows that he’s going to spoil this cat as much as he can.

The two leave the building, and Scar’s heart is a little less broken than when he entered it.

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This has been on my mind for literal MONTHS, and I'm so incredibly proud of the outcome. I hope you guys liked it as well!

I have another TDC idea where Scar is taken from that world and brought into Hermitcraft, but I have to do quite a bit more thinking on it, and that will have multiple parts to it :)

[stiffyck]

POV u are mumbo jumbo and u accidentally time traveled to a zombie apocalypse and you meet a sassy lost child

[loafabun]

Been really busy with school but I’ve been drawing a lot during classes, so here’s some of the doodles from that

[boatemtown]

all of the talk of mumbo traveling to scar’s tcd world has taken over my brain. i cannot stop thinking about mumbo getting bit and scar having to shoot him :)

thank u to @stiffyck and their anons for the brainrot. song is early sunsets over monroeville by my chemical romance btw!

[happy-hermit]

Okay, you asked for some Scar angst, and I was skimming your blog for some inspo and saw the idea about the summoning circle working and I remembered a throw away line from Mumbo's video that inspired angst.

So Mumbo tears over to Scarland, but just before he arrives:

GOODTIMEWITHSCAR has left the game

Mumbo's a bit bewildered, but okay, it's probably good he collects himself. He needs to clean up and explain at least some of why he manhandled the poor man's elytra off of him. Plus, honestly he needs a friend to talk to now, and Grian's one of his best ones, so he goes back and sets about settling into Hermitcraft, one tiny bit at a time.

Meanwhile, when Mumbo arrives poor Scar sees something he's been both hoping for and dreading in equal measure for a long, long time.

MUMBO has joined the game.

And look, Scar has never been a wise man, and honestly he has been doing his best to pretend this isn't going to happen. Yet now that it has, he finds that he is not ready. He might not ever be ready. He doesn't want to think about that place. Doesn't want to talk about the past. He doesn't want to think about any of it. He wants to dwell on the now, think about the future and leave that hellhole and every memory involved with it -good or bad- in the past.

Luckily for Scar, in his quest to not think about this moment, he got involved with the Create server, so he has a place to go. A place Mumbo can't follow. And without thinking things through too much, he disconnects from Hermitcraft.

So poor Mumbo has help dealing with things, talks about some of the trauma with Grian, begins to start building again, keeps sending private messages to Scar and getting no reply.

Meanwhile Scar's left his communicator on his bedside table in his moving house and he's on a terraforming binge. Look at him, he's catching up on all the work he's neglected. He's so productive.

He's so alone.

He hates being alone.

But he hates thinking about the apocalypse more.

Besides, after he abandoned Mumbo back on Hermitcraft, he probably deserves to be alone anyways.

This post sponsored by Mumbo saying "I keep trying to get a hold of Scar but he keeps saying he's busy." during his last episode. Why can't I be normal about things.

YESSS WAIT THIS IS SO GOOD. SCAR PANICKING AND RUNNING AWAY TO HIDE WHEN MUMBO COMES BACK. And it makes sense too because like. Seeing Mumbo now will be different from the Mumbo that left hermitcraft for a break. The Mumbo that comes back is the Mumbo that Scar remembers from that world, and as much as he loves him he is now associated so wholly with that place. And Scar hasn’t talked about it yet. He hasn’t confronted it, hasn’t healed from it. He’s been pretending it never happened. He’s been keeping that door locked tight for years and Mumbo has just appeared with the key. He doesn’t think he’s ready.

And poor Mumbo worrying that Scar might still be mad that he left him in that world, maybe worrying when he can’t find Scar that he somehow got sent back there, which doesn’t make sense but he’s spiraling— and then the other guys from the create server mention that Scar’s been spending a lot of time there, so like. Now Mumbo knows it’s on purpose. So he gives Scar space as much as he doesn’t want to, and Scar pretends that that’s what he wants.

[lillianschaos]

Scar headcanons

- Scar can understand cats and will try to communicate back

- Despite Grian telling Scar to wear a shirt constantly in 3rd life, Scar worried that grian would get a heat stroke wearing his jumper so he sew/made him a poncho

- Scar has made flower crowns for all the hermits

- The hermits made Scar a wrist bracelet so he could see his heart-beat

- Scar always picks up cats on the streets, which is how he and Grian met the first time when he accidentally stole pearl

- Scar is afraid of caterpillars and when Scar met mumbo he punched him the face because he had mistaken mumbos moustache for a caterpillar

- Scar does things that shouldn’t work but they somehow do

- He can bake amazing things but can't cook at all

- Scar has crystals full of magic from Cub

- If Scar finds out that a hermit is upset, he will go to them with jellie to comfort them

- Scar has ptsd from TCD

- Scar will spontaneously just sing disney songs when your talking to him

- Scar and Pearl both loves the stars and they sometimes sleep on mountains to watch the stars together ((not a ship btw))

- Scar can cut himself on anything even if it's soft like a teddy

- Despite being big on mental health, Scar will overwork himself on builds

- Scar is an extrememly touchy person. If you’re talking to him there’s a good chance he’ll touch you ((not in a weird way))