#mumbill

[camilamortem]

Remember that mum Bill headcanon?

Well picture this:

Once Bill got his own apartment, he let's all the gang sleep there when they want, specially the ones having trouble at home, like Barnaby with his grandmother, they all have their own toothbrush and pijamas there, he'll have a hot chocolate or a lecture ready for anyone depending on the reason they got there.

#hogwarts mystery #jacob's sibling #incorrect hogwarts mystery #hphm #rowan khanna #ben copper #barnaby lee #badeea ali #bill weasley #hphm jacobs sibling #jae kim #chiara lobosca #charlie weasley #andre egwu #penny haywood #liz tuttle #mumbill

[vyinter]

the way he sings blue sky at my fingertips burning earth in front of my eyes literally drives crazy btw if you even care

#KAI THUMBIL NEELAKASHAM~ KAN MUMBIL KATHANA LOKAM~ #and then it just gets to DOOOREEEEE DOOOREEEYYYYYYY

[darubyprincx]

Well it's taken Mumbo Jumbo 6 seasons to finally live laugh lose his marbles, and you know what I say to that?

Good for him.

#mcyt #hermitcraft #mumbiler jumbller

[rr-89p13]

|| This Rocket....is peak babie.....

#「 can you believe they call us criminals when he's assaulting us with that haircut? || ooc 」 #|| me mumbiling to myself while making icons: fucking superb u funky leetle babie...... #i just love how this artist draws him its very good #i only wish they drew him more....id gladly use icons of him for the sonic verse...... #but disney infinity rocket is good too #also babie #aiight gotta go work

[devilart2199-aibi]

mumbiler jumbiler

- anon fierri

He's brought his potatoes along! 🥔🥔🥔🥔

Thanks for the request!

#mumbo jumbo fanart #mumbo jumbo #hermitcraft season 8 #hermitcraft fanart #hermitcraft #hcyt #mcyt #minecraft hc #minecraft fanart #minecraft smp #the aisk box

[funkwhistle]

Dutch Van Der Linde x reader

Pairing - Dutch/gender neutral reader

Warnings - blood, Dutch is injured

Prompt “Take your clothes off for me.” “At least take me out on a date first.” “You are bleeding, you were STABBED—” (prompt from @peterbenjiparker ‘s list)

(gif is not mine - here )

part 2

Get some rest

The beating of hooves signalled the arrival of the remainder of the gang, Dutch, Arthur, and Hosea. The rest of them had come back nearly an hour earlier, promising us that the others would be home within minutes; they's been set up on the job and the place was swarming with Skinner Brothers.

First came Hosea atop a blood splattered Silver Dollar. As soon as the horse had slowed to a walk, he was off its back and rushing back to aid the other two who were just coming through into camp. Arthur was holding Dutch as he flopped forwards, blood flowing from a gash in his leg and onto the coat of Arthur's horse, Boadicea. Behind them, the Count trailed, and Hosea went to grab her to tie her up before helping Arthur lift Dutch from his horse's back.

As soon as Dutch's feet hit the floor, it was apparent that the gash had bled more than they thought, as he collapsed, his face a ghostly white as he grabbed his leg. Immediately, you rushed over to him; your father had been a doctor in the city so you knew a little about deep wounds. John and the others helped you escort Dutch so he was in his tent, and Hosea dragged a barrel of water to his side.

His face was clammy, and his breath was getting laboured now was you gently began to clean the wound with whiskey that Arthur had given you. As the cloth touched his skin, he hissed, grabbing the top of his leg to prevent himself from jerking it away. Smiling a little, you cleaned away as much blood as you could until the wound was easily visible. Fortunately it wasn't as deep as you'd feared earlier, rather it stretched from his knee to under his belt.

“Take your pants off for me.” you asked, trying to refrain from blushing as you realised how it sounded.

“At least take me out on a date first.” He was smirking, although he was still in pain as the smile faded into a frown as you poked his uninjured leg a little in response.

“You are bleeding, you were STABBED—”

“Mhmm and whoever raised you taught you no manners,” Dutch spoke quietly, but loud enough for you to hear. He was smiling again as he carefully undid his belt buckle and pushed down his pants, looking up at you pitifully when he couldn't reach any further.

“Dutch I'm not pulling your pants down for you!” Dutch gave you one last pleading look before he pulled them off himself without an issue, making you shake your head, trying to revent a smile creeing over your face. He looked a little less clammy now, and the classic pink colour had come back to his cheeks, making him look like the Dutch everyone knew. Outside, you could hear people busying themselves, but the whispers of how Dutch was were not escaping your ears as you worked.

“Worth a shot-” he muttered, watching you as you busied yourself with knotting a bandage over the wound. As you did, you would shoot him a glance every now and again, to check he wasn't in any excess pain from your actions, but he wasn't - he was still watching you work in fascination.

As you finished bandgaing up his leg, you could hear Jack crying again, his wails punctuating the whispers of the gang from outside. Dutch tried to swing his legs around to the edge of the bed as soon as you'd lifted your hands from his leg, but as he did so he swayed dangerously. Quickly, you darted to support him, forcing him to lay back down on the bed again.

“Now, you stay here and I'll make sure nobody disturbs you. Get some rest,” you said sternly, not excpecting him to listen to you. Surprisingly, he didn't protest, moving so he was in a more comfotable position before thanking you and shutting his eyes. Carefully, you pulled a fur you found at the end of his bed over him, and he let out a gruff thanks, pulling the blanket higher over himself and sighing deeply.

Exiting the tent, you pulled the canvas flap shut behind you as you stepped out into camp again. Hosea and Arthur were waiting expectantly outside, Arthur still having Dutch's blood over his clothes.

“He'll be fine, he just needs to rest,” you said, walking past them to wash your hands of the mud and blood. Hosea let out a sigh, his worries dissapting as he leaned onto Arthur for some support as the pair gave each other a quick hug in relief.

“And leave him be!” you reminded them over your shoulder as you scrubbed your fingers clean. Arthur chuckled, washing his hands when you'd moved out of the way as Hosea moved away to change his clothes from the mud and blood covered shirt he was wearing. Jack had finally stopped crying now, and you let yourself have a moment of peace, glancing over the town of Blackwater in the near distance and the promise this new place had. Maybe you could settle down here.

As evening fell over the camp, the warm breeze swept across the lands, making everyone sluggish and hot. Pearson had handed out some bread and some sort of meat earlier and everyone was exhausted now. Charles was asleep by the fire, Javier was gently strumming his guitar again, and the lump you assumed to be Arthur was snoring peacefully. This was when the camp was at rest, the smell of food and a full stomach never failed to relax you.

Dutch hadn't left his tent all day, and people had generally been ignoring him. But you realised as you finished your bread that he must be hungry, so you snatched a bowl from Pearson, jerking your head towards his tent as a way of explanation as you walked away with the bowl.

“Dutch?” you whispered tentatively as you lifted the flap to his tent and pushed your way in. Dutch was propped up the crates at one end of his bed, absorbed in a book which he was flicking through the pages of. The bandages which hid the wound were stained through with blood by now, and the whole tent had begun to smell of blood.

When you said his name, he glanced up, closing the book and gladly accepting the food from you. Immediately, he took a bite of the meat, shifting in his poisition and letting out a hiss of pain as his leg moved.

“Does it hurt?” you asked, looking at his leg as you looked for where you'd put the spare bandages earlier. They needed to be changed if Dutch wanted to keep his leg, but he did not seem so inclined, as he shook his head mumbiling something about how his leg was fine.

Carefully, you began peeling the bandages off his leg as he grimaced, his knuckles turning white from holding his bowl so tightly, the bread in his other hand being reduced to pulp. Once the bandages were off, he let out a deep breath, glancing down at his leg before averting his eyes looking a little sick.

“Who would've thought ole Dutch Van Der Linde was scared of blood?” you teased under your breath, which made him bark a laugh, making you jump as you cleaned the wound again.

“Who likes blood then?” he pressed, watching you again as you wrapped his leg.

“I wouldn't say I'm scared of it Dutch,” you replied, tying the final knot in the bandage. “Maybe it's just me,” Dutch shook his head at this, pulling the blanket back over his leg in order to retain a little dignity.

“Come sit here, did you eat?” he asked, indicating the edge of his bed as he finished his squashed piece if bread with displeasure. “Maybe Pearson shouldn't be allowed to cook,” laughing slightly at this, you perched yourself on the edge of his bed, moving the book from out of your way.

“Cause you squashed it you dolt!” you shook your head a little. “Seriously Dutch how did you get by without the rest of them?” Ducth shrugged a little at this, his eyes darkening as memories of the early gang flooded his senses: Sitting Arthur on his lap as he taught him how to read; Hosea and himself getting drunk in that bar in Tumbleweed; the first bank job they'd done…

He almost didn't notice you getting up, until he'd grabbed your hand within his own, his hands full of rough lines what came with this lifestyle. Looking up at you, and not letting go of your hand, he said kindly;

“Thank you, so much. Thank you. And I mean that,” He didn't let go of your hand, lightly placing a kiss on the back of your palm as he let your hand go. You were slightly shocked, and couldn't keep yourself from blushing as you took his bowl from his tent.

part 2 

A/N I feel like I sidetracked from the prompt a bit but eh I kinda like it

#dutch van der linde #dutch x reader #reader insert #fluff #blood #red dead redemption imagine #red dead redemption 2 #red dead #rdr2 #bill williamson #sadie adler #arthur morgan #gender neutral character #hosea mathews #john marston #Pearson #dutch is injured #dutch van der linde x reader

[jossujb]

I just really comprehended the fact that Bruno’s hiding place is directly next to the dining area and kitched. You don’t have to be Dolores to hear him sometime last 10 years.

I wonder how many times over the years he’s dropped something heavy, the floor has creaked, he’s been crying on mumbiling a little bit too loud and someone has had a funny feeling that someone is watching, and then brushed it off as well, it’s probably just Casita being Casita.

Maybe Casita has protected Bruno that way, covering the sound he makes intentionally? Tho it like makes it super sad, hat the time he’s closest to his family, the dining, he has to the quietest.

Plus, Bruno didn’t know if Dolores heard him or not. That would give you extra bit anxiety if he was like, any day now she could blow my cover. Think about, ten years inside the walls thinking that today could be the day that Dolores decides to spill.

My headcanon is that Dolores sure did hear him every day, but she wasn’t tuning into him specifically all that often. I think she might have though he sneaks around, lives somewhere near by, but was never listening so intensely to figure out that ah ok he like literally is right there all the time. Plus I think that sure Bruno did actually sometime go outside, he’d be D-vitamin insufficient if he didn’t xD So like, I buy that Dolores knew that he was there but not that he war /right there/, you get what I am saying xD

#jossu's random rambling

[askmajiinsonic]

Ah, it's been a good day today! The Endless were silent. I had some fun peace after so long with them mumbiling and rambiling in my ear. They've been doing that for...

...How long has it been now?

*..It glances to faded tick marks on the pillars near it*

...28 years? Heh... It seems like so much longer...

...Surely it's been longer. Or am I going mad? Hahahaha! HAhahahahahahhahahah!

Oh, madness is so FUN.

.....

of course... I wouldn't even be here...

....If it wasn't for him.

That demon that insists on hunting me down...

...

Hahahaha! Who am I kidding? I'm safe here! There's no fear here! Only fun! HAhahahahahahahahahhahahahah!

#mysterious fun...lore #ooc: Here have a lore post *yeets this at you guys*

[prompt-master]

do you wish chunsoft did more with mukuro? personally i think she had a lot of potential as a concept, she just didn’t get enough screen time or non-gross development to become her own character outside of enoshima

not to say that i didn’t enjoy the brains and brawn thing they had, i quite enjoyed how they were kinda two sides of one coin; i just think mukuro being almost seeming incomplete without junko by her side is boring when junko has such a big presence on stage. that might be the point though

I do, personally atm Ikusaba reads to me as a writers experiment in the form of a character. A blank slate they kinda mess around with. Personally from the spoilers people :) keep sending me :) it sounds like they pick awful plottwists for her almost as if they don't...KNOW what to do. They need direction and they need to understand what makes her intriguing.

Personally speaking an issue ive always had with Ikusaba is how she is called the second despair sister yet never feels like shes on equal standing with Enoshima. She doesnt feel like she deserves to be credited with planning the worlds end, she feels more like a loyal dog for Enoshima that does all her orders (which does make sense. Cuz soldier). But i feel like she needs more. I dont completely mind her entire character revolving around Enoshima's, in a sense thats what makes her interesting, but i do mind how it feels like a crutch to not worry about Ikusaba's character.

I always thought they should be the two sides of despair. With Enoshima representing sadism and Ikusaba representing masochism. Not in the gross sense we got in dr3 tho, but in the sense that when killing people Ikusaba feeks something because SHE feels like a bad person and THAT is the interesting feeling to her. Such as gunning someone down and mumbiling "I'm a terrible person" but she chases that self loathing because shes so desensitized to horrors that self loathing is all she has left to make her feel.

I also thought they should be opposites in the sense of personality, which was fairly true in thh. I think Enoshima should be emotional outside, dead inside. And the opposite for Ikusaba

Anyway, seperating her from Enoshima is an entirely different dilemma, one thats hard to achieve because it breaks away from the foundations of her character. Making it very easy to feel ooc if you try to break her away, but in a sense i feel there must be a way to USE that to make her more independent

#ask #danganronpa

[himox]

BNHA Boy’s with a fem! S/O (+!Tweek Tweak personality)

Izuku Midoriya

Izuku definitely relates to your behavior more than anyone else,

Him also being jumpy, anxiety provoked, just proved that the two of you were meant together

Izuku tries to help you get off coffee, restricting the amounts you have per day

Him being taller than you, (I headcannon Tweek to be very short), makes him only want to protect you from the world more

Whenever you start pulling your hair, Izuku will always try to distract you, whether it be schoolwork, hero training, etc

With the help of Izuku, (Him being your own therapist), your ticks become a lot less frequent, and you only miss three buttons when buttoning up your shirt now!

Cuddling is always your guys favorite, it gets you to calm down, and makes Izuku happy by doing it

Whenever someone makes fun of you, he’s always there to make you feel better, reassuring you that you’re perfect in every way

All in all, seeing you happy, makes Izuku happy

Shoto Todoroki

Not as suprising as Bakugou, but still shocking enough to where people wonder how such a calm cold demeanor, paired up with a jittery mess

Aside from people’s judgments, Shoto’s happy with you

He takes on a motherly role, almost, giving you the care and attention he wished his parents would give him when he was younger

Will always, always, always, help you button your shirt up, (He knows how pesky they are, regardless of your fidget-ness)

Tries to restrict your coffee ‘diet’, as he calls it, by having you drink herbal tea to try and reduce your twitch

Hates it when other people look down soon you just because of your demeanor

But don’t worry, he’ll turn them into life sized popsicles, until you start begging him to unfreeze them, always something about, "Too much pressure!"

All in all, he loves you, and your twitch (He honestly thinks it makes you cuter)

Katsuki Bakugo

AHAHA

If you thought class 1-A was shocked to see you and Shoto dating,

Wait until they see your spazzing hand intertwined with Katsuki’s sweaty hand

Bakugo always found you twitching to be strange, until he observed that you drank too much coffee

So one night, Bakugo took your coffee supply and hid it

Problem solved, right?

Wrong.

Once you found out your specially made coffee grounds were gone, you went into full blown panic mode

Class 1-A walked down to see the kitchen, torn to shreds, and you rocking yourself, mumbiling to yourself, too quiet to hear

Once everyone got Bakugo out of him dorm to try and calm you down, he only understood how much you really did need your coffee to at least stay stable

However, Bakugo still tries to reduce your coffee drinking

He’ll always gently pry your hands from your roots when he notices you beginning to rip your strands out

He becomes your personal bodyguard

Will growl if someone points out your spazzing

You overall are compatible together, despite how your personalities come off

He keeps you grounded, you keep him calm...in some sort of sense

A/N: PLEASE request me ideas, I’m so damn empty (Quarentine wise), and am look for something to spark my interest/creativity

#tweek tweak #shoto todoroki #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugou #bnha fanfiction #bnha imagines

[aussie-emporium]

Vintage telephone table and seat. Polished wood with cushioned seat. Very good condition. $35.00

Located at Burrendong Way, Mumbil, NSW 2820. Free delivery to Wellington can be arranged.

[camilamortem]

The gang: aren't you coming with us

Bill: guys, I'm not your mum

Bill, giving them all a lunchbox and a kiss on the forehead: I'll pick you up at five

#hogwarts mystery #incorrect hogwarts mystery #hphm #jacob's sibling #rowan khanna #bill weasley #charlie weasley #penny haywood #ben copper #tulip kasaru #nymphadora tonks #jae kim #badeea ali #barnaby lee #mumbill

[darubyprincx]

funny things to call hermits in the tags

- nairg the bird man - mumbiler jumbiler - etho slab - E-skall85 - x - bitchboy (affectionate) (tango)

funny things to call hermitcraft in the tags

- hermits crabs - hermits (crafting) - seclusive gamer men creating various objects by beating a stick against a piece of metal until it turns into a sword. they're not actually hermits though - why is it called hermitcraft when the whole server is literally built upon friendship and community. bro. - xisumavoid's state sponsored community chaos

#hermitcraft #mcyt

[silvertsundere]

dnd session 4 highlights

not much this time cause dm’s throat is fucked cause of the weather so we ended a bit earlier

- old lady from farm we stayed at last time rewarded us for clearing the graveyard which belongs to her family. ghost there was a relative - we continued travelling to our goal and found som e cultists mumbiling some stuff around a campfire but decided to just keep going and not bother cause they were unresponsive even if we poked or pushed them - some hours later we feel someone is following us - it was a halfling and he said he was part of the merchant caravan that got attacked last session but he hid and survived - he asks if he can come with us til riverville but we ask for compensation. he ‘s like “well I lost everything in the attack but my grandma’s an alchemist and makes potions and her hut is on the way there so she could give you some stuff” - halfling cleric tries to speak with him in halfling but he doesn’t understand - BIG SQUINT - when we get near place I’m like “forget the potions I don’t trust this guy let him go the rest of the way alone and we’ll continue on the road” but most people decide to go - we get to hut and there‘s nothing fishy about it dude goes inside and tells us to wait outside when he comes he says like “sorry my grandma isn’t home so I can’t you give a reward but you can give me something” and transforms into his true form of an oni - monk tries to punch it but does nothing, and every attack after does little damage. - when it gets to it’s turn the oni it casts a spell and puts 2 people at 1 hp and other 4 frozen in ice. tho paladin manages to thaw thanks to his fancy plot armor. frozen people would’ve died in 3 turns if not unfrozen and other people were suffering from hipothermia and would die if they didn’t get some heat within a day. - other than that combat was p uneventful. we all blasted it with the strongest things we got and it died before it got another turn thankfully. sorcerer thought about using an aoe fire spell to thaw them but it would’ve probably killed all our popsicle friends - after that we barricaded ourselves in the hut, turned on the fireplace to heat up the now unfrozen people and took a long rest - we decided to keep going on the road throughout the night but we started getting exhausted at about 3am so stopped to camp and rest - however our rest was cut short by some cultists trying to attack us on our sleep. tho only 1 person took damage from the ambush, and we got rid of them p fast. - after that we went back to finish that long rest and when we woke up ended the session there next one should be next week if all goes according to plan

#silver plays dnd

[skylarkblue]

For the end of year ask game: 2, 14, 21, 25? Happy new year!

Happy new year!

2: Best moment of the year?The best moment of 2018 for me was completing nanowrimo. I’d never done it before and it was very satisfying to do so.

14: Favourite place you travelled this year?I didn’t get to do much travelling this year - mostly I wandered between Sydney and Bathurst, with some trips out to Gilgandra, Mumbil, Orange, Blayney. I think my favourite place was the trip I made down to Wollongong. I watched the sun set at Towradgi and walked up and down the beach. It was just a dumb, spur-of-the-moment trip, for no particular reason. It was lovely.

21: What message would you have given yourself at the beginning of the year?Probably, if I could talk to myself, I would say: Oh, love, this year is going to be hard. It’s going to be so, so hard. You’re going to lose a lot. But you’re strong. You survive it. You always survive.

25: What’s one thing you hope will continue next year?The shaky but determined grip I’ve gotten on my mental health. It’s the first time in a long time I’ve felt well, and I hope it continues.

[dragonclaw29]

On hearing differing opinions

Shinji mumbiling: I don't know if that's right but if you say so okay.

Rei: You are incorrect the statement is false.

Asuka: YOUR OPINION IS SHIIITTT! SHHHIIITTT!!

#evangelion #evangelion meme #incorrect eva quotes #incorrect quotes