Mumbo Jumbo: Big Ron is distantly related to me and still shows up to the reunions. He's like my uncle's cousin, hahah
Me: Oh, so he's your uncle. Your uncle whose shop you spent many afternoons in after school. You would sit in the back of the shop and do homework, admiring the business and technical expertise in the shop. Because he's your uncle. Yes? Yesyes?
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why does no one ever talk about the fact that ron desantis was highkey crushing on godot. like even his wife was like "yea he loves dudes in masks" and nobody in the fandom ever talks about it
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Pansy: All right, Saturday is the big day! Harry and Draco’s wedding day! A lot of people thought this day would never come
Pansy: I may have been one of those people
Draco: I may have been one of those people
Harry: Wait, are we talking about our wedding?
Draco: Yes
Harry: Yeah, I was definitely one of those people
Ron: I think we were all of those people
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Another one of my favorite little unnoticeable moments is when Ron is in the eagles nest and bumps directly into a chair bc he wasn't paying attention to where he was walking it's so funny to me
This is our war criminal guys
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Desperate to write a hermitcraft c!Mumbo au fanfic where Mumbo loses his parents as a pre-teen (either they left or died, unsure) and now has to live with Big Ron, a man he has always known as "Uncle Ron" though he's fairly sure they're only distantly related
So, uh
Yeah
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thinking about how the magic mountain volcano adds to the lore of some of the surrounding bases:
the cyberpunk city is flat because it was placed on top of a dead city, one covered by ash and pumice. remnants of the lost city can be found in the metro beneath, weaving through what used to be ancient roads, tunnels winding through what what’s left of old buildings and homes and people.
a village is built into the side of the mountain because the soil is rich and fertile from mineral deposits, and the heat within can be harnessed to power buildings. temples are constructed for gods past and present, gods who live amongst the fire and magma and gods who rose from the sea, all seeking worship.
the tiny fishing town below is shadowed by a huge skull carved into the side of the mountain. is it what remains of gods long passed? of a battle between the earth and the sea? or did it form naturally, coincidentally, carved out by erosion and eruptions until it became a symbol worthy of creating religions over? inside the skull rainwater collects and forms a bubbling hot spring, water leaking over the side through one of the eye sockets after particularly heavy storms.
entrances to the inside of the mountain are littered around the base of it. some seem like entrances to underground shrines, perhaps where animals (or people) were sacrificed to whoever lives below. others appear as gateways through the mountain and beyond. the largest ones, having transported huge vehicles, appear to have fallen into disuse, while naturally formed paths lead into the smaller ones. heat emanates from the openings, warning of danger ahead, but those who know the mountain well have learned to traverse the depths within safely.
everyone lives there knowing the volcano barely lies dormant. one day it will erupt again. one day their world will end. but for now, it simmers and waits.
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