Lost Souls

ehehehh he's commited so much crimes

reblog to slap his bald head

I present to you: MUMBO K. JUMBO

Continuation of My fanfic

Ok ok I know I said that was the end buttt I couldn't help myself

We bought a little cottage on the side of the mountain. It’s good property, with quite   a bit of land and for a cheap price too. Jimmy picked up a hobby to plant flowers in every nook and cranny possible. Jimmy has made me promise to not hurt anyone ever again, at least, until the Red emeralds figure out I’ve killed their boss. I like to think that they’ve separated now that Ren’s gone. Jimmy and I are in a relationship now, and I’m thinking about proposing. I blushed at the thought of it. “Scott!” a voice called. “Help, I don’t know how to make food!” Chuckling, I ran towards the sound, to see Jimmy standing with a pan in his hand, its contents burnt. Taking the pan out of his hands I scraped the burnt things off it, “I think we’ll order takeout, it’s a bit late for me to cook now.” Jimmy’s face lightened. “Ok! But I’m ordering!” “Not If I can do it first.” I pulled out my phone, and saw a notification.  My eyes widened. Meet me at the HQ tonight.-Ren.

After checking that Jimmy was sound asleep, I walked out of bed, putting a dark cloak over my head. I get into the car and start driving on a road I never thought I would again. Upon arriving, I armed myself with a pistol in each hand, equipping it with silencers beforehand. If things get out of hand and I’ll have to start shooting, I would need to do it quietly. Preparing myself mentally, I took a deep breath, then headed towards the HQ. Walking cautiously, I looked for Ren, careful of any sudden attacks. Then I saw a dark swoosh of a cloak around the corner, I turned then saw myself head to head with my former boss. 

“How are you still alive?” I exclaimed, "You died, I saw you drop to the floor, your pulse-Your pulse was GONE, COMPLETELY GONE!” My voice cracked as my mind tried to comprehend what was happening. “I created a serum that can stop my pulse to a heartbeat per hour, I made you think I died, to let you leave me be. Then I used a wood block to stop your bullets from getting to me. I gotta say, That was a pretty good move you used on me. But, you can’t outsmart me.” 

“Huh. Like that marvel movie.”

“What Marvel movie?”

“Nevermind.” I raised my pistol. “I’m afraid I have to finish you off.” 

“Y’know, I thought you were smarter.” Ren muttered then he whistled.

“What?” I looked around in shock as a billion red dots appeared on me. I see at least 25 agents aiming their guns, the muzzles all pointing at me. Fingers on the trigger, ready to shoot. 

“Alright, here’s another deal. You surrender and you don’t have to die. You try to attack and I will call all of these people to pull the trigger. No one would know, no one would even notice you’re gone once I also get rid of your nice little boyfriend as well. What do you say?” Some of the lights flickered, and then I realised that, if these agents were under Ren’s control… “Do you guys really want to do this? To be controlled by a freak? A person that’s using you for his own greed? All you have to do is walk away, and leave, break your trackers and go away. People are dying in these missions!” Soon, the red spots started to fade, some pointing right on Ren’s little forehead. Ren’s smug smile started to disappear, “Now, now, let’s be civil about this! I’ll pay you extra, come on!” When he realised that no one was listening, his smile turned into a frown. “Well, I guess I’ll have to do it myself.” He pulled out his gun, then pulled the trigger. I rolled to the floor, dodging the shot. Suddenly I heard a round of bullets get shot towards me, I raised up a bit of debris, and deflected the shots. I got up and ran into the HQ, looking for somewhere to hide. Running into the vault, I find a rifle, and pick it up. I put the pistols neatly on the floor, putting the ammo in my backpack. I heard footsteps coming towards me, I brought my eye to the magnifier, ready to shoot. 

I don’t know why I awoke. But I felt a tingle on my neck as if I knew something was wrong. I turned around just to see Scott not in bed. The bedroom door was open and Scott’s favourite cloak was gone from the closet. I leaped out of bed and saw Scott’s phone on the nightstand, with a message still on the screen. It worried me. That absolute fool was heading towards someone who wanted to kill him and yet he’s charging head on. I had to help, no matter the circumstances. Somehow, somehow Ren survived that shot. We should’ve checked, we-we could’ve done SOMETHING that has prevented this. I got into a car and started driving to the coordinates that his boss left him. I armed myself with a gun and a tranquilliser before getting out. This is going to get messy.

“Where are you Scott? You can’t hide forever, I’ll find you eventually, come out and face me!” Ren’s booming voice echoed the hallways. The sound of his footsteps sounded bigger and bigger as he continued to try to find me. My heartbeat seemed to be 10x louder than it normally was. Soon enough, Ren entered the room, a gunshot was fired and I stood up, ready for a fight. Just to see Jimmy standing next to Ren’s dead body, his fingers trembling on the trigger. 

I ran towards Scott as he stood there in shock, his rifle clanking on to the floor as I embraced him. Tears ran down my face as I rested my head on Scott’s shoulders. He recovered and put his arms around me, we stood there for I don’t know how long. I just couldn’t get over the fact that I actually killed someone. I just avenged Tango and yet I just can’t shake the fact that I just commited murder. “Jimmy…I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before I left. I just didn’t want you to get in trouble again, I didn’t want you to die.” Scott’s voice cracked, his own eyes filled with tears. “But I’m glad that’s over now. We’re okay.” I pulled away from the hug. “I guess we have to dispose his body now.” I sniffled, before slapping Scott in the face. “Don’t do that again! You scared me half to death.” Scott rubbed his face, a smile emerged from his face, “Well, it depends if Ren comes back from the dead again.” 

“Don’t jinx it.” 

“Do I have to bury him?”

“We’ll have a funeral.”

“But it’ll cost too much!” Scott argued. 

“We can use the funds from the company to make one?”

“For once something smart comes out of your mouth.”

“Hey! I’m not an idiot here!” I said, as I elbowed him lightly. 

Scott chuckled, “Let us get on with it then.”

looks around. hey how would we feel about me potentially running a stobotnik big bang event...

Screams internally

Has anyone seen this?????

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Grian was still frozen in the spot where he fell, Or at least, his body. He was so stupid, dying of fall damage in a place with tons of water. He was in shock. Grian didn’t register the fact that he was falling until his bones hit the ground, a jolt of pain going through his legs. As he died, his soul was lifted out of the body. He extended his long purple black wings, a million eyes surrounded him. The watchers’ voices burst.

I can’t believe he let them down. 

He’s such a failure.

He didn’t even die a worthy death.

He isn’t worthy of our possession.

The whispers filled him with so much grief. He missed the bad boys, even if it was just a silly name, the boys brought him joy. He missed frolicking around Bread bridge, knocking over Jimmy's glasses. Grian wanted to be with them again. 

I heard there was a MCC coming up. Grian’s ears perked up. Maybe he could join it. Maybe, just maybe there was a chance where he would be put in a team with his friends. I can help you. Grian turned around to see Scott Major in his ghostly form. “You would do that for me?” Grian’s voice cracked as he spoke. I can’t do much, but I can persuade them to let you in. “Thank you so much Scott.” Grian rushed in to hug him, but the figure disappeared when he reached him. Grian closed his eyes and when he opened them, he found himself in the mcc lobby, glasses on head, determined to win. 

(IF THEY DON’T WEAR THE BAD BOYS SKIN TO MCC I WILL SCREAM.)

Ranchers (And the love they share)

Confusion and a dream:

Jimmy couldn’t figure out why it happened. Jeremy was in a perfect condition this morning. He even made sure that the hay was fully loaded. Everyone had enough to eat and there was still left over, and yet…Jeremy still died. Jimmy felt like a failure, he failed at taking care of the animals. Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming his direction, he turned to see Tango, walking towards him. Tango put his warm arms around him. Jimmy turned around and returned the hug, sniffling in his arms. “Jim, I think I know how Jeremy died.” Tango said, breaking the silence. Jimmy looked down at Tango. “How?” “There was a small hole on the side of the cow. I found a fragment of a bullet.” Tango held it up. “Someone shot Jeremy.”

Tango led Jimmy to the barn where Jeremy had been kept. As they stepped in they realized that Jeremy was gone. All evidence on the cow had been removed. Jimmy was confused. “I-I-I’m sure it was there before!” Tango spluttered. Jimmy frowned, kneeling on his knees, inspecting the place where they saw Jeremy before. He saw a small bullet fragment on the grass. There was a little bit of blood on the side of it. Jimmy picked it up and regained his posture. Jeremy was 100% killed by a bullet shot, Jimmy was sure of that. For their meat or leather no less. But who?

Jimmy went back to his room after that, and Tango just couldn’t help but feel…guilty. Even if it technically wasn’t his fault, Tango felt really bad for the loss of Jeremy. Tango felt the need to do something to fix this, or at least figure out who killed the cow. He was out venturing out in the mountains when he noticed a goat. It was rare to see a goat around here, especially one with 2 whole horns. The goat suddenly turned to Tango, revving up to charge. The goat’s eyes turned red and ran towards Tango. In the last second, Tango jumped up to the ledge behind him and it’s horn came tumbling off. Tango smiled and picked it up. He put it to his mouth and blew it. Toot toot toot tooooot. Ponder. The best one of the lot. Tango couldn’t believe his luck. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw another 2-horned goat charge him and once again he jumped up onto the ledge and picked the horn up. Tango then climbed down the mountain, opened the door and handed the horn to Jimmy.

Jimmy’s eyes glinted, a smile he would never think to return. Soon he found himself grinning ear to ear. “How did you know that I wanted one of these?” Tango grinned, “I didn’t, I just thought it would be a good idea to give you to one. We can call for help whenever.” Jimmy felt a tingling sensation in his chest. Not because of the fact that he finally has the chance to join in on horn calls, but because of Tango. He stood up and put his hands around Tango. Tango blushed visibly, freezing for a moment. His flame grew warmer and warmer as Jimmy hugged him. Tango relaxed and put his arm around Jimmy and hugged him back. "Thank you." Jimmy whispered. "No problem Jim." Tango replied. Jimmy broke off the hug and then took the horn as he walked outside the onto the porch.  He raised his arms and put both hands around the horn. He took a deep breath and blew into the horn, suddenly, he found himself hearing a bunch of other horns being blown, sound filled the air as Jimmy put the horn down. Happy with his dream fulfilled. 

Jimmy woke up, the sun was blazing in his eyes. He rubbed his eyes and turned around and saw the horn was lying by his bedside. Smiling, he grabbed it and looked at it in awe. He was amazed on Tango's dedication to this job and the horn certainly cheered him up a lot. Tango is such a nice guy and those eyes, the smirk whenever he finally gets something right. Jimmy feels himself blushing at the thought. Slowly he gets out of bed and puts the horn between his hands and blows it, signaling the start of yet another day. 

As Tango drove into the ranch, he saw Jimmy in the house, which was a weird sight to see. Normally he would be out and about in the fields already. Tango shrugged it off and decided to ask him about it when he went in. Jimmy's face brightened as he walked in the house. "Hey Tango! How you doing?" He exclaimed as he put down his cup of coffee. "Oh I'm fine. Why aren't you skadoodling outside already?" Tango asked. Jimmy blushed and put his hand on his neck. "Well I uh, thought I'll take it easy today. Didn't want to overwork too much. "I uh, wanted to ask you something." Tango's eyebrow furrowed, "Yeah? What is it?" 

"Well I know how expensive your rent is and how difficult it is to stay in your apartment and this house feels really empty with just me living in it. So I would just like to ask if you would like to live with me.?" Jimmy smiled awkwardly, "I mean you don't have to and you don't have to drive over here all the tim-" Tango smile turned into a full-blown grin. "Of course! I would love to- I mean it would benefit me a lot to live this close and the rent guy is a arsehole anyway."

 Jimmy shared the smile, "That's great! You can start moving your stuff tomorrow. I'll help you." 

"Ok, as long as we have separate bedrooms."

"Why? Don't want to be near me?" 

"No-no I didn't mean it like that I-" Tango flustered. Jimmy laughed "I was kidding. You can have the room upstairs on the right."

"Yes sir!"

"I said don't call me that!"

Weird traffic around here

Maybe it’s a sign from the life series gods,

NEW LIFE SERIES IS COMING SOON AHHHGH GRIAN PLEASE ELABORATE I’M GOING CRAZY

I have writers and artist block so I'm just gonna put this here

ZombieCleo:

Submitted for: Hermitcraft, Pirates SMP, Witchcraft SMP, Third Life, Last Life, Double Life, Limited Life, Secret Life, Wild Life

Headcanons: Transfem Nonbinary, she/they; Demi-girl, pronouns not specified

Propaganda: Uses she/they irl and has identified with the nonbinary flag

“T4T cletho. They’re both nonbinary and divorced (in an active relationship) and take turns on who's the ex wife and who's the ex husband.”

TibbyCaps:

Submitted for: Artimators SMP

Headcanons: Trans man, he/him

Propaganda: Trans man irl

“[The submitter is] here for Tibby and Tibby only please make him win. He's literally trans and also really cool.”

“PLEASE, IF HE WINS AGAINST XB [the submitter] WILL COSPLAY HIM.”

“His shield in Artimators is a trans flag!”

“Vote Tibbycaps, [the submitter is] going insane, because, yes, not only he is irl trans. But how does everyone miss that he just is trans??? [They] don't even know how to describe it. Like, he just feels so trans. As a person. The gender is strong with him. Even if he were cis he'd still be trans. Does that make sense? Like. Augggg [they don’t know] how to actually. Put this into words. [They] can't handle this, Tibby is the best, most transest, he deserves to win this!!”

“Tibby is the awesomest!! Vote for Tibby, his art is so, so cool and awesome!! Also he's the transiest trans to ever. Trans. And that's coming from a trans person >:3”

“Tibby isn't a trans man, he's the man that transed up. Or trans that manned up. Either way, vote Tibbycaps.”

“Vote Tibbycaps!!!! He's [the submitter’s] favorite youtuber and he is so cool and awesome :D He's so trans the energy just. Exudes off of him. Like you can't hear him talk for more than five seconds without going "Yea that guys trans" /pos. Go watch Tibbycaps if you wanna see for yourself. Sub to Tibby”

“Tibbycaps is so trans he could be like "I'm the trans fairy, fairy of the trans," and [the submitter would] be like “Yes Tibby, you're so right Tibby. Vote Tibbycaps.”

“Tibbycaps is the bestttttt, vote Tibbycaps! Hes:

-trans, like so trans

-autism (boy autism (<-/ref))

-such a good artist!!

-fucking HILARIOUS

-makes such good videos

-has good vibes all around

-[the submitter’s] comfort streamer”

“Vote Tibby, he is so awesomes. Literally, The guy of all time. Can't beat him.”

“​​VOTE TIBBYCAPS OR [the submitter is] STEALING YOUR GENDER!!”

“Tibby is such a cool person with such great vibes. Creator of Skizzlehell in Artimators. Has the objectively correct opinion that Cubfan135 could perform top surgery. Has such good art, [the submitter wants to] eat it. Ya can't beat the TibbyCaps.”

“The T in Tibby stands for trans.

The I stands for incredibly trans.

The first B stands for blue hair and.

The second B stands for bronouns (not bronouns like, bro, dude, etc. Bronouns like you flipped the p on its head. It's doing a handstand).

The Y stands for yes, that man is trans.

VOTE TIBBY.”

“VOTE TIBBYCAPS, HE HAS A BOATING LICENSE.