#mumscarian caged manor au

[bluiex]

The Gardens

Been talking to @justfor2am about their Caged AU, and came up with this. 

Time to make you all question if Scar is a villain (he totally is) 

TW: Manipulation, Magic, Villian Fae Scar

Summary: The gardens are pretty, even if sinister. Kind of like their owner. Yet... it's the only place Mumbo enjoys.

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The grass always smells nice here, the sun is always warm and high in the sky. Mumbo doesn't know if it ever sets. It never hurts his eyes if he stares at it, nor does it burn his skin. The wind is always gentle, cooling him when he feels too warm. It's almost as if everything is alive here. 

Mumbo found this place while exploring for ways out. The walls up have a sheer cliff going down into the abyss. Without magic, it's impossible to make that jump. But.. the place was beautiful. The walls were ivory in color with ivy growing up them, their dark and light green leaves turned up to the sunlight. 

Trees that reached far into the sky, and branches that swayed in the soft wind. Moss grows at the base of the tree and is very soft to the touch. The grass is also soft under his hands and is a vibrant green color. The walks ways are cobble stepping stones, leading back to the main path to the manor that is mostly mulita color gravel. The edges of moss also grow at the cobble circle stones. 

Mumbo finds the gardens seem endless, hedges made into pretty statues of strange creatures. Even a maze that he doesn't dare go into as he has no sense of direction. But, the flowers are the thing that draws in his eye the most. They are the strangest things he's ever seen.

Blues that shouldn't exist in nature, eye popping yellows and oranges that draw in your eye. They grow in small beds here and there, with bushes that contain fae berries. They look delicious, but Mumbo refrains from eating them, he's no fool.  The pond is pretty also, having clear blue water and lilies on the surface. Surrounded by the flowers, and a willow tree that hangs over the edge. 

In some areas the tree roots are so large Mumbo can walk under them! This place always seems to be changing though he finds so long as he follows the cobble paths he will always make it back to the manor. That is both useful and scary to think about, that this place is just magic. 

No matter how far he walks, he just has to step onto the paths and he's always back at the manor. 

Mumbo sits back and looks at the flowers again, they smell so very sweet. It makes his head spin when he gets too close, making him feel warm yet cool at the same time. He knew something was up, as he both knows he should leave, but doesn't at the same time. 

After what felt like only a few minuets a sound blinks him back into awareness. He turns and looks around, where was that coming from? it was a creaking of wood, and the sound of a voice tutting. 

"No no, that won't do at all. Bah, trees, always a pain to work with." 

A frown on his face, that... sounded like Scar. Truth be told Mumbo hadn't see the fae in a while. He moved to the sound, curiosity and a cat. He walked down the path to an area that was... well it was a clearing of sorts. Nothing much other than dirt in the middle of it.  And there stood Scar, he had on pants and a simple shirt. He also didn't have any shoes on, feet half buried into the moss and dirt. He was tsking as his hand waved and a large root moved with it, up and making what seemed to be an archway.  Mumbo watched in awe and shock as to this fae's whims the tree and roots and bark moved. Creating a archway like thing with many flowers weaving through the branches. Scar didn't seem to even be breaking a sweat with this magic. 

Mumbo looked around the clearing, to find mushrooms grew in a circle around the dirt clearing. Where Scar stood was the only place with moss. Inhuman eyes looked at the archway, eyes too large and too green to be human. Teeth too sharp to be normal, and ears pointed up.

"Hmmm that'll have to do for now." Scar waved his hand, "Now to get rid of this ugly dirt- Oh!" he turned fully to see Mumbo standing there watching him. Slowly a smile grew, wide on the face, and sharp teeth. 

Scar walked over to him, ease in his steps, with each one more moss grew under his feet. "I knew you were in the gardens, but I didn't think you'd notice I was here... sharper than you look Mumbo." he said with a smile on his face ever present. A shiver down his spine at how casually the fae said his name. A reminder that he was owned by Scar now. "Ah... I heard you talking to yourself." he said to the fae, honesty was the best thing to do. The fae hated liars.

A chuckle and head tilt, "I was just making a new area for when humans wonder into my fae circles. I change it ever so often." a wave of his hand and suddenly grass and more moss grew in the area. Covering over the rich black and brown soil.  Hands held out, "Come." Scar said, but Mumbo knew it wasn't a offer he could decline. Hesitantly he took Scar's clawed hands as he was pulled into the circle. 

The smile grew as Scar lead him over to the tree he was working on. "I do love terraforming. The gardens is where I spend majority of my days. Sure making and adding rooms to the manor is wonderful, but, the outside if beautiful." he said in a joyous tone, "I could tell you liked the flowers I made."

Shifting a bit at the intense stare Mumbo nodded, for the most part, despite how odd Scar was, he still felt calm. There wasn't immediate danger around the area, they were talking for now. "I've never seen colors so pretty before." he admits to Scar.

"Beautiful, are they?" Scar held out his hand as he created a soft red and white flower. The steam weaving around his fingers, "I do love colorful things, eye catching, bright." a smile at Mumbo that was shadowed. Framed by brown locks of smooth hair, and bright green eyes.  It was hard to look away from, the flower caught the wind, with a bit of pollen with it. The scent was sweet, it made Mumbo feel nice. "They are pretty." he admits in a soft tone.

He's always loved flowers, gardening was something he enjoyed. Something he wanted to do when he made himself a home one day. But... he wondered if he'd ever get that day now. 

A hand on his chin, pushing up to look back at Scar's eyes. "I could teach you." he offered in a soft tone. Mumbo stared at that confused, as Scar moved around to behind him, fingers ever present on his cheek and chin, ghosting over his neck and to his shoulder.

"Flowers are delicate you know, so easy to break, so easy to bend." The other hand trailed up his arm and held up his hand, ghosting the tips of the claws on his knuckles. "What is your favorite color Mumbo?" the voice was rich in his left ears, the chin slotted over his shoulder. Warm breath on the shell of it. 

Mumbo was very aware of how Scar has an arm snaked around his stomach, how the hand gripped his waist. the chest was pressed to his back, warmth like skin despite the shirt. Firm as well, holding him in place as his dark brownish black eyes looked at his hands. How Scar's hand barely held it up to the light.

"Blue." he says softly, voice almost a whisper. He loved the color blue, how rare it was in nature, how the sky gleamed it against fluffy white clouds. How the water reflected the skies surface. 

Scar hummed, "Blue..." he said back, as from Mumbo's fingers green sparks flowed. It jolted down his arm, as Scar's magic tangled with his own. Weaving between the mage's magic, and carefully guiding it along. 

From his fingers a steam weaved around, and put over his index finger. Creating a large flower, that was glowing blue, having light yellow trims. It was bigger than his hand, and had soft, delicate petals.  "Ofcourse you'd make something poisonous." Scar chuckled into his ear as Mumbo stared at the flower. How the steam hugged his wrist and hand, and twined it together with Scar's own. 

"it's..." Mumbo said as the flower glowed softly, "beautiful." he admits, he didn't think he could create things, having always used magic for destructive purposes. 

Another laugh in his ear, deep, melodious, like an organ playing. "Care to help me make more dear?" he asked him in a gentle and soothing tone. Perhaps it was foolish to do so, but.. Mumbo wanted to see what else he could do. 

. . .

Scar was humming as he weaved together the flowers, "You've been so good today Mumbo... after so long of biting back, it's nice to see such a sweet side of you." he laughs lightly to the mage.

Looking away, Mumbo opts to say nothing to that. His head felt fuzzy with the buzz of magic. Scar's own magic still tingled in his right hand. The still ghost touches were there. The air was sweet, and not once had the sun set. 

Now... now they lay here, Scar having pulled him down to the ground, the feel the soft moss under them. Scar purred as he was shirtless now, just basking in it, as Mumbo was avoiding looking at his chest. A fae should not have tits and abs! He should not look this pretty. 

Leaned now against a tree as he finished the crown of pretty flowers. And reached over placing it on Mumbo's head. A pleased smile on his face, as fingers trailed down his cheek. "The garden is yours to explore as you wish... I suppose I can allow you bits of magic back if I'm nearby... the moment you abuse it Mumbo."

The nails running down his neck sent a sharp reminder through his head. Scar then was quick to smile and pets his face again. "You look wonderful though." he said, eyeing Mumbo's face and how the black hair framed the brightly colored flowers.  "Oh, how I could make them root into that head of yours. So you'd always wear such a pretty crown." Scar said cheerfully.

Mumbo felt a sharp stab of fear at those words. The idea of these flowers digging their way into his skin, into his head! he paled as Scar just continued to smile. "but... no... I think a real crown of ivory and gold would be much prettier on your black hair." 

A pat of his cheek, then Scar leaned down and kissed it lightly. The scent of something like cookies and sage. Coiling around Mumbo's nose and into his lungs. "I hope you enjoy my gardens Mumbo." he whispers into his ear. "Do come inside for dinner soon."

"I... sure..." Mumbo said his mouth dry. With that Scar stood up and snapped his fingers as his coat, cane, and shirt came back to him. The smile ever stayed on his face as he turned and left Mumbo in the large clearing of mushrooms and pretty flowers. 

Dark black eyes looked back to the center, at the large yellow and blue flowers... poisonous it was, but hauntingly beautiful. 

'Kind of like Scar...' his thoughts whispered as Mumbo shook them away. 

His face feels warm, the place where the fae's lips were tingled. The words that this crown he made could stay on his head rung loud. Despite how fuzzy he felt, the fear was there, but... a fondness in his chest stubbornly stayed. 

Mumbo hated how pretty the damn creature was, and how his words were just so wonderful to listen to. Gazing up at the sky again he sighed as the wind blew through the willow branches. 

"the gardens are amazing through." he commented out loud to no one.

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[bluiex]

good luck with the sleeping schedule bluie!!! here is a ficlet for when u wake up lol (sorry it got long) --------------

"You have to help me," the young man whispered, his words hissed out with weighty intention.

Mumbo recognized the emphasis; he was trying to cast a spell. It did nothing to quell the anxious knot forming in his stomach, nor did it even work, but it told him a few things.

One, this person had magic. Two, his magic wasn't working. Three, he wasn't above using magic to get what he wanted. What an incredibly safe person to be around!

Not.

But there were other things about him too: his hair was shaggy and uneven, his face thin and gaunt along with the rest of his body, and there was a tremble about him, that every fiber of his being was itching to run the second he had the chance.

"Why should I?" Mumbo whispered back, eyeing the bedroom door every few seconds. This was insanity, he was a guest in the house of an elf, to be harboring a stranger in his bedroom that moments ago was bolting down the hallway in the middle of the night had to be the height of inappropriate behavior.

"Scar is lying to you," the man said, deathly serious. "He's going to keep you prisoner."

Mumbo shook his head in disbelief. "Do you really expect me to believe that? Scar has been nothing but kind to me, and I don't even know who you are! This is outrageous, I'm telling him—"

He tried to step around the stranger, who darted back in front of him. "Just let me explain! Please, we can't have much time left, and what do you have lose listening to the ravings of a crazy person?" When Mumbo didn't budge, the man carried on, "I'll tell you my side, and if you still think I'm crazy I'll turn myself over to Scar personally."

The stranger made a fair point. What did Mumbo have to lose?

With a small nod, the stranger stepped back with a relieved sigh. "God, thank you. Thank you."

"Make it quick," Mumbo muttered, glancing at the door again.

"Right. Hello, my name is Grian," he said quickly, "and I was like you once. You traveled alongside the mountain range when a snowstorm was about to hit, right?"

When Mumbo nodded again, Grian's jaw tightened. "A snowstorm is always 'about to hit' around here. When I was traveling, it was late June and clouds still rolled overhead. But you can't hear the storm at all, can you?"

They listened out, and surely enough, the manor was silent, as though they were the only two people breathing in the home. Mumbo's stomach churned again.

"He brought me home with him," Grian continued, "by offering his hand. He took my coat, and gave me dinner, and we spent all night by the fireplace, talking about so many things. If I'd had the time, I probably would've spent a few days more with him."

There was a guilty look in Grian's eyes. "It's part of his game. He makes himself out to be such a worldly person, you could talk to him forever. You don't want to stop, because he makes you feel heard, and laugh, and it's as though the outside world ceases to exist. There's a magic in his words, and in this place that's lethal to humans."

Mumbo hesitated. "…This isn't the real world, is it?"

Grian pinched his lips together. "He's not an elf, either."

There's a gentle knock on the bedroom door, and Grian yelped, bolting behind Mumbo. "He's fae," Grian whispered hastily. "He's a fae and he wants a mate, someone to play with. He goes after human travelers, makes them into fae too, and keeps them here like trophies of war."

"How long have you been here?" Mumbo whispered, the knocking growing slightly louder.

"Five years. Five. Years." With a grit of his teeth, "I've seen mates come here to die, I've seen them disobey one too many times and suffer the consequences. I used to listen, because I thought eventually he would let me go, but he just thinks I'm falling in love with him and holds on even tighter. Tonight was my one chance, and I've ruined it, god…" There was a muttered curse under his breath, and Grian grabbed tight onto Mumbo's arm when the knocking echoed again.

"Lock the door," Grian hissed. "Freeze it or something, spell it shut."

"Why don't you do it?" Mumbo hissed back.

Grian glared up at him, and Mumbo could see magic sparking in his eyes that kept dying down. "I'm his pet, remember? He's ordered me to not use magic. I can't."

There wasn't a difference to be made in who cast the spell, however, because they were both too late. The was a whispering on the other side of the door, and the deadbolt unlocked.

"Well, hello there," Scar said with a smile, slowly opening the door. "I didn't expect you two to meet just yet, but I suppose it was only a matter of time."

"Although," Scar's smile wavered, "I don't think barging into Mumbo's bedroom is all that nice of you. Why don't you go off to bed now, Grian? Wait for me."

If Grian's words earlier had been heavy with magical intention, Scar's were woven with it, as though there were no difference in those that were spelled and those that weren't. Grian averted his eyes, though from fear or rage was hard to tell.

He walked quietly out of the room, and Scar turned his attention back to Mumbo.

"I hope he didn't startle you," Scar said, stepping forward and shutting the bedroom door behind himself.

Mumbo took a step back, his expression stiff and cold. "I don't want to be rude," he said carefully, "but I don't think you've been an honest host. Why don't I take a quiet exit, and we forget this ever happened?"

Scar blinked, his smile turning naive. "Forget what happened?"

Mumbo's relief only lasted a moment. "Nothing, nothing at all! I'll just pack my things—"

"Oh, right, you trying to run away from me, that," Scar laughed. "That was a good try, I have to admit, but it's going to take more than some paltry human magic to make me forget you. As a matter of fact, I don't know that you need that magic down here anyways."

Scar wasn't spelling him yet. He was giving Mumbo a choice. Obedience, or forced submission. Either way, it was implied he was staying.

"See, it makes sense to agree," Mumbo said, slowly nodding along. He bit his tongue, praying that what he was about to do wasn't the stupidest thing ever.

"But I don't want to be trapped in a cage," Mumbo said, bracing himself as the bedroom door behind Scar crumbled to dust, and he bolted around him, making a mad dash around random corners of the manor.

He didn't know where was front from back, what was an exit or what was a dead end, but if he kept moving, maybe Scar would give up the chase eventually.

Unfortunately, Scar didn't need to chase after Mumbo himself. He was disappointed as he walked towards Grian's bedroom, a wilted look to him. There was so much promise in this new pet, but then again, he thought Grian was perfect once upon a time too.

Humans were inherently flawed, but enough time here would eradicate those imperfections.

"Grian," Scar said, opening the bedroom door to see the human sitting stiffly on the bed, waiting. "Our new friend isn't following the rules. Why don't you go get him for me?"

Against his will, Grian stood up, walking swiftly out the door. Scar stopped him with a firm hand on his shoulder. "Curse him if he speaks out. Just this once."

It went unspoken that this was Grian's redemption, his mercy from another miserable death like the others. Like it or not, the introduction of another disobedient pet had made Grian's position interesting again, and Scar was always excited to continue his favorite game.

It was the only thing keeping the two of them alive.

Seems I've failed my task XD

BUT MAN SUCH A GOOD LITTLE FICLET TO WAKE UP TOO OMG

God i bet Mumbo, whne he sees Grian is surprised but relieved cuz now they both can go together. Grian is smiling until he gets up to him and then just tried convincing him to come back to Scar.. Grian is forced to curse Mumbo- but with what tho

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i think so long as you make yourself interesting to scar, he'll want to keep his mates for as long as possible. so ideally i think he'd def want to turn them into fae too through food (but then again there's probably a reason grian's so thin in the first place)

the question is can grian + mumbo outsmart scar without their magic or does the whole situation turn into a stockholm one?

i think i might actually do like a lil snippet of this aough brain rot time

OOH Grian and Mumbo would be trying so hard to plan their escape, to get away from Scar.. but he's being, very kind. He's giving them a nice bed, cloths, food. Maybe.. He isn't that bad? But then Grian remembers his years here, desperately trying to escape, and "smacks" some sense into Mumbo and himself into continuing their planning-- heheh

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oh i'm SO glad you asked!!!

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Mumbo slammed his fists against the front door of the manor, muttering an endless litany of spells to hopefully crack it open, but to no avail.

When spells didn't work, he resorted to violence, snatching a spare fire poker from beside the fireplace, jamming the tip into the keyhole in an attempt to break the lock open.

Feather-light footsteps grew close, but Mumbo couldn't hear them over his incessant stabbing of the lock. He all but screamed when Grian tapped his shoulder, wielding the poker around like a sword.

As he realized who was standing there, Mumbo opened his mouth to apologize, but Grian shushed him. "Don't speak. Don't say a word. Come with me," he said, offering Mumbo his hand.

Words echoed in his mind, "He brought me home with him by offering his hand."

Whatever this was, it wasn't safe. Mumbo took a step away, his back brushing against the door.

"Where are you taking me?" he asked. Grian glared at him, and Mumbo's heart sank. If he was given a command, he would have to be honest about it. Grian's silence was everything.

Mumbo repeated the question. Grian gently shook his head, but Mumbo wouldn't stop asking.

Finally, through gritted teeth, "to Scar. I have to. Just, it didn't work, okay?! Don't say anything, it's in your best interest." Grian offered his hand again, more forcefully this time. "Be quiet and come with me."

"Absolutely not," Mumbo answered, jabbing the poker at Grian's chest, making the latter back away. "I'm trapped in a house with a fae who's trying to make me into a pet, I'm getting out while I still can." "You're already his pet," Grian sighed, "don't bother. Listen, the more you talk back, the worse you're making it for yourself. If you come with me now, he won't be upset." "Do you hear yourself?" Mumbo asked, a panic-stricken look to his face. "He's hurting you, and using you to hurt others. But our world is still out there, you can rejoin it. We can still escape him—" Grian's eyes flashed an unfamiliar blue spark. "I really wish you hadn't said that," he muttered.

When Mumbo lunged at Grian with the poker again, mostly trying to scare him away, Grian grabbed the pointed end with one hand, scraping his free palm against it so that skin broke, and blood seeped through.

In one fluid motion he flicked his bleeding hand against the floor and spoke, "You're coming home with me."

Grian's magic was so much more dense than Mumbo had realized; it felt like all the oxygen in the room had been sucked out and replaced with a dizzying gas. The flecks of blood on the hardwood floated up and made spinning circle, encroaching and floating around Mumbo's neck.

The ring hovered around his skin, and Grian turned around, his still-bleeding hand guiding it along. When his blood brushed against Mumbo's throat, it burn white-hot, and he dropped the poker in startled pain.

It was a long, arduous walk back to Scar's bedroom. But Scar was waiting for them, quick to compliment Grian's spell work.

(Grian hated how the simple praise was enough to turn his face rosy, the years of limited kindness making little things such as this overwhelming, and so desperately wanted.)

He tutted at Mumbo, who was doing his best to stand as perfectly still as possible to avoid be burned more than he already was. Scar stepped over to him, and softly cradled Mumbo's face.

Somehow, with such a small brush of the skin, the mind-numbing pain around his throat ceased all at once, and Mumbo's whole body sagged in relief. He pressed his face against Scar's palm, frustrated with himself at how easily he was caving right now. Scar smiled at him, brushing his cheek with the pad of his thumb. "It doesn't hurt anymore, now does it? I can do that for you," he whispered, "and so much more. You just need to be good. You can be happy here, live forever here, with me." As exhausted as he was, Mumbo still mustered up the strength to glare at him. "I," he rasped, "I am not yours."

Scar smiled at him regardless, and quickly pulled his hand away. The pain returned, tenfold now, and Mumbo collapsed to the ground, biting down on his tongue enough to taste blood, if only to avoid giving Scar the satisfaction of his screams.

"You will be," Scar beamed, watching with morbid intrigue. He waited a full minute before speaking again. "Grian, that's plenty. Go rest now, sunbeam."

Grian was silent when he left Mumbo gasping for air on the ground. The immediate pain was gone, but the aftermath didn't feel any prettier.

"Now, as for you," Scar said, flicking his wrist to force Mumbo's gaze to meet his own. "That's enough magic out of you for now."

Mumbo eyes stared up in horror at Scar's next words.

"Let's find out how much of a brat you really are."

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so like i know he's evil and fucked up and stuff but like scar being a villain is kinda hot right.

OIUGUGJJGNHGNSNAIFJD I need Mumbo to bf put in his place by this Scar.. In more than one way.. Heh.. Hehehe.. God i love villain Scar... This is perfect

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do human mates of fae who are going to be permanently kept remain human or do they get turned into something else?

now that Grian has emotional support and someone to protect in the form of Mumbo i'm wondering if he's going to start being Interesting again to Scar

Grian and Mumbo are sure to bond over their shared experiences, so it's a good thing that Scar is probably not the type to get jealous if his mates start kissing each other

I'd like to think that Scar starts feeding them Fae food, and also some magic, to help turn his new mates fae as well. I think that'd be neat

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[bluiex]

HELLO GANG i have a funky mumscarian au for u

mumbo is a mage, he uses his powers to build various inventions, and is currently traveling for supplies when he ends up horribly lost in the mountain side when a snowstorm begins to form.

an elf, scar, finds him in his makeshift tent and offers him a place to stay, the pair arriving at a magically hidden manor right as the storm hits.

the manor is warm and inviting, and the two dine together. the place is staffed by allays, and the little creatures are difficult to pry from mumbo's side, chittering away to him in a language he doesn't understand.

scar leads mumbo to a spare bedroom, and bids him goodnight. but just passing midnight, mumbo hears a thump outside his door, and goes investigate. he sees someone cowering at the end of the hall who bolts, and mumbo goes after him.

mumbo spells a trap for the runner that works, and finds himself eye to eye with a frail, pallid young man, eyes full of terror and crackling with magic. he starts babbling away, that the manor isn't what it seems, that mumbo needs to let him go, he's finally going to escape this time, he being tricked—

footsteps could be heard from nearby, and mumbo drags the panicked man with him back to his room and throws the lock on. finally, the full story comes out:

grian was a guest here once, too. five years ago, when the woods led him astray, and a snowstorm was about to hit in the middle of june. scar found him, the way he finds all of his prey, and brought him into his home. grian was enamored by the place, by the allays, and by scar. they shared a meal, and spent the night talking of everything and nothing all at once.

but, eventually, it was time for him to leave. until scar explained that grian didn't have permission to leave.

scar wasn't an elf. he wasn't a vex either. he was a fae. the allays in the manor? all captured, forced by his magic to do his bidding. the manor wasn't "hidden" at all; they had crossed into the fae realm.

both he and mumbo had eaten its food and given scar their true names. they had taken without giving, so scar could pick whatever it was he wanted to receive in return. it was awfully lonely living here all alone, so what scar wanted was simple.

scar wanted a mate. and now, he had two. over the years, he had owned many mates, though they usually didn't last long with all the escape attempts.

grian had lasted the longest. but scar was getting bored of him running away.

there's a knock on the door, and the pair freeze. is mumbo supposed to believe the ravings of a lunatic he's never met before? sure, scar seemed a little uncanny, but what grian was proposing sounded entirely insane.

what changes his mind is grian asking mumbo to spell the door frozen. when mumbo tells grian to do it instead, grian's eyes crackle.

"He's ordered me to not use my magic," Grian hissed. "I can't."

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i have more thoughts but this is getting really long ANYWAYS tl;dr i think that scar should get to be the villain more, actually.

I AGREE WE NEED WAY MORE VILLAIN SCAR

2am your ideas just make me absolutely feral. /pos

Before Mumbo could even utter the words to freeze the door, Scar has it opened (silly of them to think they can lock him out of a room in his home). Scar's got such a desvicingly sweet grin on his face setting Grian cowering against Mumbo who's looking up at Scar with the most heated glare he can muster

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[bluiex]

I WILL GIVE U MORE THOUGHTS TMMR but im thinking caged manor au

they're like little humans trapped for scar :))

OOOH yes perfect name for the AU

he's cute trapped travelers hehe

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