#switch!mumbo

[teapot-of-tyrahn]

"right, one more attempt, and then i think we're gonna have to call it the end of the session."

mumbo died on his last attempt. right before grian would have ended the session. right before grian could have saved him.

"but i just don't want to kill jimmy..."

he could have taken the shot then and there. he could have lived.

but the miner didn't want to kill the canary. he wanted the canary to live. and he died for it. because miners aren't meant to go into the coal mines alone.

[isjasz]

[Day 246]

More background practice but it got out of hand goshdangit .png

They chilling :D

[bre4yd]

BAM!

[trappedinmymind]

The whole "who plays Minecraft the weirdest" debate has made me decide that I need to play Minecraft weirder

[thatstoomanysausages]

Do you think Grian spends his nights away from Gem and Joel, risking his lives just so he can sit in between Skizz and Mumbo’s headstones. He wraps Mumbo’s half exploded jacket around his shoulders and tugs gently on Skizz’s tie that he’s wrapped around his neck, not tied, but just there. He lets the howling wind pass over him, content to just sit peacefully by the graves where the bodies, one fresher and less mangled than the other, lay underneath the disturbed dirt.

In a moment of delusion, he thinks he can hear Skizz’s laughter up the hill by the Bamboozlers, maybe Mumbo calling his name from one of their odd bridges. And for that moment of hallucination, he smiles and just sits, just as he has time and time again, doomed to repeat himself.

[verishii]

I like to think the Watchers stopped the curse with the intention that Lizzie and Mumbo would be considered for the 2nd ones killed after Jimmy in their respective series.

Except no one wants Jimmy dead first - it's unfair, it's cruel, it's wrong. Well then, what happens without a canary? No warning, no hesitation, just sudden unexpected death.

And it's their own damned faults for not using the canary.

[poorlydrawnmcyt]

Try swapping Ranboo and Mumbo's clothes lol >:3

omg can u even tell

[froggyablogger]

you know what i’m just going to say it i think jimmy’s dying second again. something something the canary something something the canary miners

[collierose1]

double mumbo

[banditblvd]

youidraw.com was lowkey a little disappointing

[fandomcollector23]

WILD LIFE. MUMBO HAS THE WAFFLE AGAIN. I REPEAT THE WAFFLE IS BACK.

[theknucklehead]

Finally! After all these years, Banjo-Tooie has returned to Nintendo!

And we will be in for a real treat if this is the updated version from XBOX.

Welp I guess it's time to purchase the online expansion now.

And hopefully it won't be longer until we get Donkey Kong 64, and I'm still praying we also get Diddy Kong Racing & Conker's Bad Fur Day.

[vdragon57]

some sketches i made while watching secret life! once i finish scott's movie i think i'll watch scar, pearl, cleo, or gem next.

[coldturkeybabe]

It's not letting me attach the picture, but I voted for waiting until chapter 20 is done and post both together, would you mind drawing Mumbo being very happy with his redstone?

(it's ok if you don't want to)

thank u for supporting the cause !!

[riceonrye]

[space-apples]

Scar could feel his strength diminishing as he tried to push himself back up, and the horror finally sunk into his chest. His hands were clammy, his heart was breathing too fast for him to focus, his head was too muddled and convoluted to even pick a single thought out. The wind was biting his neck and he wouldn’t bear to let himself look down. Maybe he should. Scar was known for getting himself out of sticky situations, why should this one be any different?

He let his chin meet his chest as he looked down the ravine below him, and a shiver rose up his spine. Pearl had fallen down first. The small hope that she might be okay was evaporating into the air, the hope that he would be okay was evaporating into the air. Mumbo begged them not to go. They didn’t listen. Scar felt sick. His whole body was burning. His head was throbbing, his fingers numb from holding tightly for so long, and he could still feel the blood dripping down his neck.

Then a bird trill; a very, extremely angry bird trill. In response, Scar’s shrinking hope steadily started to grow.

He could identify Grian no matter how far away they were— their wings being one of the most prominent attributes. The vibrant tricolored wings were there and it was usually so comforting, the sight of Grian was usually enough to make all of Boatem feel a little bit lighter.

But just as soon as that came, it crashed back into minuscule pieces. Scar could feel his hand slipping again, and this time, he couldn’t catch himself.

He was going to die.

He was going to die.

Scar would never be able to apologize to Impulse for the bitter words he spoke. All five of them brought something to the table, and he had felt like nothing; they both had felt like nothing. Now he was going to die, and he felt sick. He felt sick.

He just hoped it would be a welcoming embrace.

He couldn’t hope for much anymore, anyway.