#Ghost Mumbo

[feralcorpses]

Hermitcraft fanon swap!

Enderman Grian or ghost Mumbo!

Here’s your Enderman Grian and Ghost Mumbo being silly little guys! I can imagine Grian is still short the universe refuses to let him be tall no matter what.

(click for better quality)

[antibinary-art]

for the fanon game, ghost mumbo????

“i’ll be fine. Will you?” Ghost mumbo! And a timelapse

i don’t know where the griefing/villain mumbo came from… maybe from him blowing up his base. this is also the first time ive drawn mumbo

thanks for the ask!

[kettlefire]

Prepare for the unexpected. (DPxDC)

Everyone knew about the reign of Pariah Dark. Even those who did not dabble in those realms have heard the tale of the tyrant. A power-hungry man who ruled over the dead with an iron fist.

Following the rise of Pariah Dark, his realm had been effectively cut off from communication. Many mystics and magic users knew better than to open the door of nightmares that could arise if Pariah Dark's reach went further than his own realm.

Except, the universe had plans to bring the realm of the dead back into the cards.

A new opponent, one that had all of Earth's heroes scrambling for options. A being with powers of a god over weather, destruction was on the horizon. A world ending threat.

It's the only reason the Justice League was doing this. In a deep bunker, far from close civilization as a precaution, the heroes looked on with grim expressions.

The world was already being threatened. It would be destroyed regardless of what the league did. So it only made sense to make the last ditch effort. To summon someone strong enough to defeat the threat.

No one wanted to do it. No one wanted to be the one to pull the realm of the dead back to the living. The consequences were untold if this succeeded. If Pariah Dark was freed and defeated the threat, whose to say he won't want control?

That was a problem for later. For the aftermath. For now, the league could only watch on with bated breath as Constantine completely the summon ritual.

They watched on as the shadows in the room seemed to darken and grow. As the sigil sputtered to life with a glow that was growing increasingly brighter. A sudden gust of wind rushed through the room, the temperature began to drop with eaching ticking second.

And then it was all gone.

The room stood perfectly still. Just as it had been moments before. Nothing changed. No giant king standing before them, no sign that the ritual worked.

The room stood deadly still for another beat before the murmurs started. The team trying to make sense of the situation, figure out what went wrong.

Constantine swore up and down that this was the correct ritual, taking offense that they would even think the problem was on his end. It only made it better when it finally happened.

A loud sound ripped through the room, pulling everyone's attention back to the summoning circle. Just in time to see a tear appear in the space above the circle.

A thin tear that ran the length of eight feet. The fabric of the dimension seems to curl at the edges, pulling back to reveal a deep glowing swirl of greens. A dark gloved hand reached through, fingers curling around the edge of the tear, stretching it even further.

A portal. The ritual had worked, but there had been a delay. A delay that had every hero nerves on edge. Each team member tensed, weapons at the ready as they watched the being stretch the portal to the right size.

Then, a foot stepped out with a heavy thud. A dark boot that looked otherworldly despite its similarity to mortal clothing. A deep black that seemed never-ending. A second foot quickly followed before a full body emerged from the portal.

Not many people in the room have ever seen Pariah Dark, let alone know what to expect. Based on what Constantine and Zatara had said, this wasn't Pariah Dark.

A man had stepped out of the portal, standing at almost seven feet tall, and built like a brick house. One glance at the glowing white hair, deadly red eyes, and shard teeth was enough to know this being was not to be messed with.

But there was no giant show of armor or royal garbs. There is no large crown at the top of his head or jewelry from the infinite realms laced around his neck.

Instead, the man stood before them in combat boots, worn-in ripped jeans, a graphic t-shirt, and a spiked leather jacket. Despite his almost normal clothing choice, the man's jacket seemed to be a never-ending depth of the dark night sky. If one was to look closely enough, the cosmos could almost be made out in the sea of darkness.

None of that would have prepared them for when the man spoke. His tone sounded more bored than anything as he took a step forward.

"Oh, so now you need the help of the dead." The man had spoken, running a hand through his hair. When Batman took a step forward to speak, the man raised a hand. Immediately commanding silence in the single gesture. "I'm on babysitting duty and have yet to have a cup of coffee. I'll be right back."

Just like that, both the man and portal vanished into thin air. Leaving behind a group of stunned heroes. Not only was the man not Pariah Dark, but he was also supposedly babysitting.

"Did that just-"

The Flash had been the first voice to speak up, his eyes trained on where the man had once stood. Except he had barely made it through the first few words before the man was suddenly back.

The man that now had a child hanging off his shoulders and another teen being held up by his scruff. Unlike the man, these kids looked human.

Too human for Bruce's liking. The dark black hair and bright blue eyes had every heroes eyes flickering to Batman for just the briefest moment.

"This isn't fair! I'm not even the king. Why do I have to be here!" The teenager had been complaining the moment the man had reappeared. Arms crossed tight over his chest and seemingly used to being held dangling. "Besides, who brings kids to a show down! Wait til I tell mom about this."

"Aw, come on, Danny. This is gonna be fun!!" The younger girl seemed in much better spirits than the teen, Danny. She had climbed up the large man, sitting on his shoulders and resting her arms on the mess of glowing hair. "It's like take your kids to work day! Ooo, Dan! Can we fight too!?"

Unlike the two kids, the man looked purely exhausted and annoyed. The man, Dan, dropped Danny like a sack of potatoes as he took a long drink from the travel cup in his hand.

It didn't take a genius to recognize the look of an exhausted parent in Dan's expression. A look many of the league members were well acquainted to. A look that even had Batman grimacing with sympathy.

"Can it, little shits. You two were grounded, remember." Dan had growled at the kids before shifting his focus back on the team of heroes before them. His glowing eyes set in a deadly glare. "Pariah Dark isn't coming, and he never will. He's been dethroned and banished. We're the best you've got."

A summoning that started with a group of on edge and scared heroes looking for the ghost king, ended in a way no one expected.

No one was even sure if it made any sense. They weren't sure if they should feel hopeful or in despair.

Because truly, what was a ghostly man with two seemingly human children against a godlike foe with the control over the weather?

The unspoken question of power and ability seemed to vanish following Dan downing the metal travel cup of coffee, and crushing it in his fist.

He tossed it to the side, straighting up his posture as he looked over the heroes. Dan might not be a hero, but he's been playing family for too long.

An almost feral, bloodhungry grin spread across the man's face, sharp fangs on full display. The look made the man suddenly look even less human. He looked closer to a demon from the pits of hell rather than the exhausted parent he looked just a few seconds ago.

"Point me in the direction of this bastard. It's been too long since I let loose and had some fun."

[ghostly-groves]

Odd ways hermits play minecraft (from mumbo’s video) in order of appearance

Grian

- f for inventory, e for swap hand, r for zoom

- same headset since 2008

- described as “really cheap and nasty” but comfortable. apparently.

- discontinued ages ago

- ordered a batch from hong kong so he’ll never run out

- they last about a year each

Mumbo

- presses shift with his thumb

Ren

- e for forwards, x for backwards a for left, f for right

- r for inventory, g for swap hand

False

- i for inventory

Etho

- tissue box stand for mic

- five years old from costco

- tissues are still in the box

- keyboard is 18 inches back from the edge of desk (for room for his arms??? so he has elbows on desk)

- shoulder level desk

- mouse sideways in front of keyboard

- high sensitivity on mouse because there’s no space to move it

- metal desk that’s smooth so no mousepad needed

- uses mousepad under left elbow as a cushion instead

Gem

- sprint is caps lock

- r instead of f5

Joe

- uses a foot pedal???

- left pedal for sprint

- centre to change obs

- right to mute mic

- - (minus) to drop item

Cleo

- sits cross legged on her couch

- keyboard on knees

- mouse and mousepad on a flat of soft drink cans

- has a desk but doesn’t use it

- microphone hangs from the staircase banister behind her

Keralis

- left handed

- right hand for wasd, left hand for mouse

- shifts with thumb, pinky for space

Impulse

- sprints with right thumb on mouse

- inverted mouse controls

Skizz

- inverted mouse controls

[foop204]

Got inspired by @applestruda 's art with Pirate!Scar's hats being from the other boatem members and I got inspired :] Here's some cartoony ass ghosts!!

[adverbally]

Conversations with Dead People

Written for the @steddieangstyaugust prompt “Ghosts” | wc: 1,159 | rated: T | cw: past major character death, brief passive suicidal ideation | tags: grief, not a fix-it, Eddie is Dead | title from the Buffy the Vampire Slayer episode that inspired this fic (season 7, episode 7)

This takes place in an AU where Steve and Eddie have been together since shortly after the events of season 3. The events of season 4 happen as they do in canon.

———

He’s not really a ghost, Eleven had explained. It’s more like residual psychic energy that Eddie left behind when he died. An echo, lingering, a telepathic reverberation of his soul or brain waves or whatever made him Eddie. Him, but not. It’s a distinction that Steve can’t seem to make, not when he’s sitting cross-legged on the floor of his living room in front of El, waiting for her to make contact.

“Eddie?” Steve asks tentatively. “Are you there?”

El is quiet behind her blindfold for a moment. “He says, ‘Hey, Stevie.’”

He doesn’t know what he was expecting but shock forces a laugh out of him, too loud and a little wet. “Hey, Eds.” He hasn’t said those words in months but it still feels natural, like a reflex. “I miss you.”

“He misses you too. He sounds sad but he’s smiling,” El reports matter of factly.

“You can see him?” Somehow this might be the thing that breaks Steve, the longing and the fear of seeing him again twisting in his gut. “Is he– does he look–”

“He looks normal. Not hurt. But he says you look like shit.”

Eddie can see him, Eddie is okay, Eddie is trying to joke around to make him feel better, Eddie is so close but out of reach and… Steve’s face crumples.

He can’t do this. Why is he doing this? Hope and despair are warring in a sticky lump in his throat, choking him until he can’t speak. He’s wasting his chance to talk to Eddie again. He doesn’t want to talk to him, he wants to feel him, cold hands and strong arms and sharp teeth and soft lips. He wants him back. He wants to be with him.

“‘Don’t cry, baby.’” The words are soft and clunky coming from El’s mouth but Steve knows exactly how Eddie must sound on the other side.

The sob he was suppressing rips its way out of him. “I miss you,” he says again, stupidly, but he can’t think of anything else. He presses the heels of his hands into his eyes like they can stem the flood of tears now that they have begun. “I miss you so much.”

The static on the radio is the only response for long seconds before El says, “He’s crying now. He says he’s sorry. Not sorry he did it but sorry it turned out like this.”

Steve shakes his head. Any real anger he felt toward Eddie had been short lived, but the reminder stings. “You had to be a hero, huh?”

“‘It was worth it to keep you safe.’”

He tries not to think too hard about how much he wishes he could’ve switched places with Eddie. Eddie wouldn’t have let him, of course, stubborn as he is. Was. Is? Steve clears his throat before asking, “Are you… okay?”

It’s a stupid question. How can Eddie be okay? What could Steve do about it anyway? Thankfully Eddie seems to understand what he was trying to ask.

“‘I’m still dead, sweetheart,’” Eddie-El says, almost apologetically. “‘But I’m okay. I’m not in pain, I’m safe. It’s not like being in the Upside Down. It’s peaceful.’”

“Okay. That’s good,” Steve says, almost to himself.

El tilts her head like she’s listening. “He says he watches out for you.”

God, what must Eddie have seen over the past three months? How many nights had Steve sobbed himself to sleep, clutching Eddie’s pillow and trying to memorize its fading scent? How often had Steve put on a brave face to comfort Dustin and reassure him that Eddie’s death wasn’t his fault? How many times had Steve gone to visit Wayne, both of them sitting at the kitchen table while they cried into their cups of coffee and silently mourned the way that the trailer seemed so damn empty without Eddie there to fill it?

“‘Are you okay?’” El asks on Eddie’s behalf.

“We’re just trying to keep it together. It’s…” Steve wipes his nose on the sleeve of his hoodie. It was Eddie’s hoodie, actually, but Steve kept stealing it. It’s soft and it smells good! You’re never getting it back! he had laughed. Now it smells more like Steve than Eddie and he couldn’t give it back even if he wanted to. “It’s really fucking hard without you.”

“‘You’re always looking out for everyone else. Promise me you’ll take care of yourself?’” The inflection of it sounds like goodbye, like all those mornings of Eddie gearing up to head back to the trailer before Wayne noticed, like Steve begging for just one more kiss before Eddie left.

But there’s something final in it this time that makes panic surge in Steve’s chest.

“Nonono, don’t go, you can’t– you just got here, you can’t just leave,” he babbles, wishing Eddie had a physical presence he could hold on to. The logical part of Steve’s mind knew that this was only temporary, that any echo will eventually fade, but he hadn’t realized it would be so soon.

“‘I wish I could stay.’” El sounds so sad when she speaks for him.

Steve presses his hands to his mouth, tries to hold in the terrible sound of his grief until Eddie isn’t there to hear it anymore. He takes a deep breath and tries to keep his voice level despite the tears streaming down his face. “Will I see you again?”

“‘Hopefully not for a long, long time.’”

He thinks of the past three months, thinks of going through that three more times to make a year, then all of that over and over for as many years as he has left… It sounds like pure torture.

“‘Promise me,’” Eddie-El insists.

“I promise.” Steve’s voice breaks, but he tries to crack a smile when he remembers Eddie can see him. “Stay out of trouble?”

Even before El says, “He laughed at that,” Steve is picturing Eddie’s head tossed back with the force of his guffaw, his dark eyes glimmering with amusement. It settles something in him.

“I love you,” Steve says, snotty and shaky but as solemn as a wedding vow.

The radio stutters then, sounding like it’s flipping through frequencies on its own. When the jumble of static and indistinct speech stops, Steve hears Eddie’s voice, loud and clear, for the first time since March.

“I love you, Steve Harrington,” he announces. Soft and warm like spending a lazy morning in bed. Bright and smiley like adoring someone in a way that can’t be hidden. Exhilarated and awed like collapsing together in a sweaty, spent heap. Bittersweet like a kiss goodnight, like a little white lie, like a promise that has to be broken.

Steve feels that voice surrounding him, crashing over and through him. He shuts his eyes and hugs himself, tries to hold himself together, until the radio shuts itself off.

Then, in the echoing silence of his living room, Steve lets himself fall to pieces.

[theminecraftbee]

okay REALLY STUPID superhero au concept: scourge of the city, poultry man, hated by everyone for sort of gunking up all their public works projects. darling of the city, cuteguy, beloved by everyone for generally being a very effective superhero at fighting crime. intrepid normal guy, iskall, person who has discovered a bizarre fact about one of his friends, grian: he's somehow both poultry man and cuteguy... at the same time??? frankly iskall doesn't know what to do with this information. why would someone even do that,

[d0not-disturb]

Hey guys send in asks I need to draw

Lil’ ghost Mumbo for a treat

[girltimeswithscar]

Minotaur mumbo for the art thing!!

moooooombo jumbo

[shreddies-scribbles]

Hello everyone !!

i’ve made an updated commission sheet :D i’m looking to do more commissions over the summer so if you’re interested please feel free to message me with any questions or queries :)

List of fandoms i’m in and can draw for under the cut!

these are just some of my main fandoms ! i’m happy to do commissions for fandoms i’m not in if i’m familiar with the media :D

stardew valley

hermitcraft

mcyt

moomin

bbc ghosts

hetalia

hazbin hotel/ helluva boss

good omens

south park

attack on titan

[ghostly-groves]

it's okay though because it was funny (it's not okay he permadied)

[hmshermitcraft]

(For the theme!)

Watchers and Listeners can see and hear ghosts respectively.

Grian, Pearl, BigB, Martyn and Jimmy all were something between paranoid and miserable during the Life Games.

Grian couldn’t handle the sight of Scar’s spirit with a hurt look, and ended it right then and there, Mumbo being a spirit in DL didn’t help. Pearl struggled during Double Life, and Lizzie would egg her on, who was none too pleased with the way Pearl was being treated. BigB was glad that he died before in LL Cleo, he didn’t want to figure out what would happen then. Martyn was usually pestered by Jimmy after he got out, because he knew Martyn was the only one able to actually Hear Jimmy. During LimLife, Martyn also had the added pain of hearing Ren along with his former husband, Mumbo. Jimmy is just glad that there’s one upside to being out first consistently.

Scott knew about the ability. Jimmy had disclosed it to him back in Third Life, when their lives were so closely intertwined. He often felt bitter that Jimmy died first. At least if it were the other way around, he'd be able to talk to Jimmy still.

He's always had his suspicions about others, but it's probably rude to outright ask. Scott gets the feeling Jimmy wasn't supposed to tell him to begin with, but it was hard to miss something bothering his husband. And Jimmy has always been an awful liar.

He should've guessed Martyn had similar abilities. Scott had noticed before the man sometimes seemed unfocused, but it's even worse living with him in Limited Life. The moment those first deaths happen Scott is constantly fighting for his attention.

Scott wouldn't mind it, but Martyn needs a nap. He can't have one if ghosts are pestering him all the time.

So, he picks up a broom (such a silly thing for a death game, but Scott would rather die than have an ugly base.) Waving it around, he tells whatever ghosts that may be hanging out this is a ghost free zone until Martyn's slept. Otherwise Scott will hold a reaaaaaaaaaalllllllllyyyyyyy long grudge. And try to hit them with this broom.

He thinks it works, because Martyn sleeps perfectly that night. He's tucked against Scott's side, cradled by his arm. Scott smiles at the sight.

(The betrayal still hurts, but he knows Martyn well enough not to be surprised. Yet... he doesn't think it was the ghosts speaking to him, then. He doesn't know what it was.)

[syn4k]

he/she gnc salmon ghost confirmed canon real?

[Source: Mumbo Jumbo's Hermitcraft Season 6 Episode 84 at 18:03]

[badtimeswithghost]

Drew this a little while ago..idk what I was on but ik it was before I finalised my Grian and mumbo designs sooo (also this is my person pointing and I'm british soo...)

[gl1tch-mc]

hermitcraft pokemon sword/shield au mumbo as chairman rose watcher grian as eternamax eternatus send post

[piglinmyfeet]

Jimmy being a ghost is so currently relevant

It's just like A Christmas Carol, but is Jimmy the ghost of Christmas past present or future?