#mumbo answers

[ask-mumbojumbo]

Ahem. Mumbo? Knock knock? I'm, uh, back! We can talk now, if you'd like to? I was just out sick is all- NOT skulk infected like the anons have been LYING about.

G [ @ask-grian ]

What? Wait, since when were you sculk infected- Wait. Ohh, lies, right.. Well. I trust you buddy!

I don't think I have that much to talk about? Other than my new elevator I made, and my work in progress storage system, and some new buildings for my base, unless you saw all that already and I forgot. I seem to be forgetting things somewhat often recently, but I don't think that's anything to worry about.

Anyways! How have you been, man? How was your vacation? You and Scar both decided to vacation about the same time, you two left me all alone. But I'm not too bothered! Not at all, please don't think that I am. I've just missed you both a lot, Scar's still out I think.

Oh goodness gracious, I'm rambling. Sorry, I'm excited to see you!

[samgatinho]

Pearl maybe👉👈 perhaps you could draw her?

i sure can anon :D!

bonus because theyre moth bros

[chromacryptid]

Mumbo Jumbo HC season 10 episode 23, min 24:46:

Scar: "Is he trying to bang us or smth?" Mumbo: "Definitely."

Help why did everyone act like this was a totally normal thing to say

[dailygtwscar]

[309] Guess what music they're dancing to rn

designed these outfits for the boatem village zine <3 here's the piece i drew for it:

[zhukzucraft]

=> Pearl: See what got the man so pumped

You gather round to reveal that Skizz has found...

...an even deeper hole?

Skizz: What are you standing around for, Pearlypop?

Pearl: Excuse me?

Skizz: You too, Gemstone, Scarface! Come on down!

Scar: Whatcha got there, Skizz?

Skizz: Oh you should be asking what I'm about to have here!

Mumbo: Ah!! I'm ok! I'm alive!

Mumbo: ...and, er, what's going on here?

Gem: Skizz is planning to do something weird so we should go and make sure he doesn't die.

Skizz: I can hear you guys!

Pearl: Yeaaaaah.

Scar: To the rescue!

Tango: Ohhhh no thank you

Tango: I'm gonna leave this one to you all

Tango: Don't wanna try my luck so early, you know?

Tango: Plus, I've already got all the redstone I need.

Scar: What's the redstone for?

Tango: Oh just a little something~

Scar: Well what's the something-

Gem: Are you guys coming or not??

=> Pearl & Co: Make sure Skizz doesn't die

Start Over -- Go Back

More discord news: i've finally figured out how to operate a server! Somewhat! x'D Here's a new link that hopefully shouldn't expire: LINK

(btw a certain timed event is coming up tomorrow, so keep an eye out~)

[f4rlands]

could you doodle a mumbo !!

mumbo!!

[mcytshipsandmore]

The end of session 6 of Secret life was basically

Joel: NO MY WIFE!

Scott: NO MY HUSBAND!

Grian: NO MY MUMBO!

😭😭😭😭😭 LMFAO IT WAS 😭 -⭐️

[mumbo-jumbo-facts]

he is having a great time playing ravager rush

MUMBO JUMBO FACT #180!

Mumbo is a professional minecrafter

[d0not-disturb]

Hermit kids even

Guess the parents check

[daily-ethoslab]

quaking in my boots

IF HE DOSNT IM NOT EVEN WATCHING /hj

[ask-mumbojumbo]

Hello mumbo!

@ask-goodtimeswithscar

You're back!?

Oh gosh, Scar- Scar!! It's been ages, man! I've missed you!

It's been- Oh I've already said it, Ah- it's been eons!

[allay-uxini]

How quickly would life series members become a witch

this is about madoka magica btw

[funkyplantguy]

OOH OOH, Mumbo putting the big ol' bootycheeks on the Cub billboard and then stepping back and looking at his work and feeling kinda 😳‼ about it

CACKLED OUT LOUD READING THIS ASK AND IMMEDIATELY SCREENSHOTTED IT TO SEND TO TWO OF MY FRIENDS. anyway, here's...uh...this! -

"hiya, mumbo, what doin?" "studying." "studying...what?" "cub's ass." "...i'm sorry, what?"

mumbo turned to face the avian, folding his spyglass in on itself with a clean, satisfying schwick. honestly, grian sounded much more confused about all of this than he had any right to be - it wasn't as if he didn't do the same thing with scar. arguably, what mumbo was doing (standing at a respectable distance, using his spyglass to peer into the strange labrynth cub was currently navigating) was much better than what grian did when he was bored. he was going to give scar a heart attack, one of these days, with his propensity for perching in trees and dive-bombing the man the second he stepped within range. so, really - grian had no ground to stand on, not with this. "cub's ass," he repeated, "don't act like you don't watch scar build for hours just on the off-chance that he'll take his shirt off" "that's different," grian grumbled, swinging so that he was hanging upside-down off of the branch he'd previously been perched on. "we've been together for years. it'd be weird if i didn't want to see him naked. cub, on the other hand...i didn't know you liked him like that." "oh, i don't," mumbo dismissed (ignoring the way his heart skipped a beat in his chest at the suggestion), "i'm just bored. and someone needs to finish that sign you put up." "sign?" grian asked, peering owlishly at him. "which...oh, the one in the shopping district?" "mmhm. i should have known you wouldn't do the back - but no fuss, i'll handle it." "i...the back? mumbo, what do you mean? it's a billboard, it doesn't need a back." mumbo chuckled lightly to himself, sliding the spyglass into the pocket of his slacks. ah, grian - always skirting around the issue at hand. typical. "i - hey, don't walk away from me - what do you mean, it needs a back? what are you going to add to it? mumbo? mumbo?" a few hours later, grian had his answer. and mumbo could tell that he was impressed (if the wide, round eyes and gaping mouth mumbo was met with as he glided down from the back of the sign meant anything). scar, on the other hand... "no way!" the shirtless man shrieked, from where he was sprawled out on the grass next to his partner. "you gave him an ass! you gave cub an ass! this is great! oh - mumbo, you've really outdone yourself with this one." "mumbo," grian interjected, glaring down at scar with a look that screamed don't encourage him! "what the fuck." "what do you mean? the sign needed a back. i added one. it's simple, really." "oh man. grian - grian, this guy's down so bad. it's so funny - i should tell cub. i should tell cub - can i tell cub? please? please can i tell cub?" "no, scar, you cannot tell cub - mumbo. mumbo, are you sure you don't fancy cub? i mean...you just spent two hours recreating his ass, for goodness sake!" mumbo hummed to himself, turning to survey the sign behind him and...oh, goodness, he'd given cub a bbl. did cub's ass really look like that? it had to - he'd studied it for hours, diligently, so he could get it just right...maybe he'd remembered it incorrectly? maybe he'd need to go back to the source to examine it just a bit further...

oh. oh.

yeah, okay. maybe he understood where grian was coming from. "hey guys - oh, hey, mumbo. did you...is that an ass?" "yes." "huh. nice. good job." "thanks, cub."

[hopepetal]

surely a ghost or deer mumbo?

Read the full fic here!!

See, Mumbo wasn’t too good at this whole haunting business. 

Sure, he was a ghost, and sure, it was his job, but he was never really good at much other than technology. And biking. He was really good at biking. Not anymore, though. Not since he–

Well. Kicked the bucket, so to speak. He didn’t really remember how it happened? But it hurt. He knew that. And now he was stuck haunting the stupid house he died in. Likely for eternity. And that, in his opinion, was enough to make anybody angry. 

So he threw things. He wailed. He mourned the life he had forgotten. He chased the new occupants of the house around. He caused the lights to flicker. He dropped the temperature of the room (not too much, though!). He played around with the new ghostly orbs at his fingertips. 

After all, if you were dead, why not have fun with it?

And he did have fun. At least, until the occupants left and he was all alone in the house once more.

It was early in the morning (or was it late at night?) the next time the door opened, and in came four men that Mumbo didn’t recognize. They were chatting loudly, carrying strange devices, and that… well, that scared Mumbo. So he faded back into the shadows and watched them.

They began setting up in the front hallway, and the buzz of electricity made Mumbo feel empowered. Enraged, too, but that was another thing. He had been working on strong emotions in therapy, when he was still alive. 

Oh! That was another thing he was good at! Strong emotions. He’d figured out after a few days dead that he could throw a plate if he was angry enough at it. So all he had to do was just focus, glare, and–

The decorative plate smashed to the ground, and a high pitched beeping made Mumbo wince. 

“EMF 5!” One of the men called out, “Scar, you got box?”

“Yep! No problem.” The man the first had addressed– Scar– turned on a static walkie talkie of sorts as another set down a crucifix (ew), a book, and a strange machine that projected green light on the walls.

All of that sent shivers up Mumbo’s non-existent spine, and he would’ve taken a deep breath if he had lungs. Curious, he stepped forward into the green light, freezing when he heard the man called Scar shriek. 

“DOTS! We got DOTS!” He fumbled to turn off the walkie talkie box thing, turning on his radio instead. “We got DOTS, guys!” 

The other three chimed in acknowledgement over the radio, having left the house when Scar began to talk through the walkie talkie. Mumbo practically ran back into the shadows, wanting to get away from whatever witchcraft that light was. 

Were these… ghost busters? Was he going to get ghost busted?! 

…okay. Maybe don’t say it like that. Anyway.

The four began talking again, but Mumbo wasn’t about to stick around to listen. He fled from the hallway, hiding in the shadows once more.

(Ask game!)

[solargeist]

Your mumbo design looks like suck a loser (this is a good thing)

hahahaha heres a wip of him

[theminecraftbee]

i like how mumbo appearing with the missing diamonds having been put in his vault, on the one hand, answers the question of "what happened to the missing diamonds". on the other hand, that doesn't answer that question at all actually, why does he have those -