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Our love was red,
The world was blue
Love was impatient,
Now we're through.
There's only one thing left to
Say this time
I hope you're fine,
Goodbye.
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A drawing of Team Rancher, Jimmy and Tango, dancing. Jimmy has yellow wings on his back and head, a brown cowboy hat, a blue shirt with three empty hearts on his collar and the sleeves rolled up, and blue jeans. Tango has firey hair on his head and at the end of his tail, short claws, fangs, and darkened ear and fingertips cracked with magma. He is wearing a hat behind his head, a red bandana, an orange plaid shirt with three empty hearts along the side seam, and blue jeans singed at the bottom. They are looking at each other and smiling. They are translucent towards the middle, dancing behind their graves at the ranch, with the sunset behind them.
Me: walks into a mostly empty room with only a few people inside scavenging for food. I gently hold out my arms and offer my flower husbands to any wish to come by and fawn over them like a small puppy
I love the “Mumbo’s some kind of supernatural creature” headcanons, and I love the “Mumbo’s just a guy” headcanons, but may I propose: “everyone thinks Mumbo is some sort of creature thing but he’s actually just a bit strange”
“His eyes are so red they basically glow!” My guy inhales enough redstone to power a small machine on the daily.
“He’s nocturnal! He’s always up at night!” Insomnia.
“It’s like he teleports! He just appears behind people” he’s just naturally very quiet and people don’t hear him walking up.
“He knows so many random facts, there has to have been around for ages to learn all that” he’s just a nerd.
Mumbo gets nervous anytime someone tries to interrogate him, making the hermits even more suspicious, but in actuality he’s just worried they’ll be disappointed and he’s starting to realise they probably won’t believe him no matter what answer he gives.
There’s a server-wide bet going for who can figure out what he actually is. Grian, who’s known him for years and knows full well that’s he’s 100% mortal and human, shows up and starts egging the hermits on by “dropping hints” as to what he may be, much to Mumbo’s dismay. Grian thinks the bet is utterly hilarious.