#Bobo dying

[rainbowsky]

The white clothes are light and soft like petals falling, the leaves fall silently and the birds are as free as the wind. Dragon TV's New Year's Eve. Wang Yibo's minimalist style emotional blockbuster

📜（5/12）​​​​

#wang yibo #devastating dd #dying over here #wtaf dd #nye 2022 23 #beautiful bobo #dd favorite looks #like the sunshine

[gilfrespecter]

ok i got this panel to come out REALLY cute actually

#minus adam's shoe but we'll ignore that #if that color is wonky bc of my screen its purple im partially posting this to keep tabs on how that color shows up #doodles #he love his daughter so much #alas she has stupid idiot disease not even related to 0 sharp in this context #i also need to remember to go back and put her backpack in scenes but if i dont im not gonna kms over it #if i ignore that i thiiinnnkkk i have 2/6 pages done with color and about 75% lined counting that #im making this like. solely for myself. i privated the breakup one actually bc i forgot her tattoo in the gag strip #and then i want to do one more showing like. leading up to her dying the first time #and then i can probably hopefully rest #(i mean focus on theros. i need to go honk that bobo so i can write for that actually) #have to make dinner first #its gonna b soooooo good

[bojackhorsemanobviously]

Poor eric gonna be worrying if his new friend makes it ti his next bday no escape from emotional trauma @ccartman

#bobo tries but his mindset is def not always healthy for a kid to deal with #heck im sure he worried about his mom dying witg her lifestyle

[unpredictable-easty]

Excerpt

When he got back to Magnus’ apartment with Jace and Izzy in tow, he was not surprised to see Rafael’s sullen face first thing as soon as the gate opened. His scowl quite suddenly turned into surprise when he saw Alec hanging from Jace’s shoulder because unfortunately his siblings were right and the venom worked a number on his body.

“Hello, you must be Rafael, we brought your teacher back in almost one piece.” 

“Bobo” Rafael muttered and moved away from the door, allowing them to get in.

“See, that’s handsome in Spanish. Your student is already impressed by me.” 

Alec, who didn’t know Spanish but had enough sense to know when someone was getting insulted, didn’t say anything. He would rather take deep breaths and let Magnus heal him.

Jace arranged him on the couch while Izzy asked Rafael to get Magnus and not tell anything in front of Max.

“Izzy give me something to clean his face.” 

“Why?” Izzy asked, though already pulling out a handkerchief from her back pocket. 

“His abs are gonna be on display, we make sure everything else looks good too.” 

Alec closed his eyes, muttering every curse word he knew under his breath. 

“Can you guys please just-”

“You’re right, you make sure his abs are displayed good, I’ll clean his face.” 

“I am literally dying here.” 

“You know how I hate when people use that word everywhere. You are not ‘literally dying, you are at a warlock’s house. He’ll heal you in minutes. But think, if we leave you like this, all dirty and sweaty, you will die of embarrassment. As your parabatai, it is my duty to give you best survival chances.”

Izzy had by now cleaned his face and was ruffling his hair here and there.

“Kill me now.” 

“Not on my watch, dear Alexander.” 

And okay, his siblings must be on to something as he felt grateful that they cleaned him up a bit considering how Magnus looked like a vision.

#magnus bane #alec lightwood #wip #Malec #malec fanfic

[bowieandqueen11]

Mr. Spooktacular / Jimmy McGill Imagine

Request: GIRLLLL YOU WRITE FOR BETTER CALL SAUL???? IM ABSOLUTELY FOAMING AT THE MOUTH YOU ALWAYS KNOW WHAT'S UP IM DYING!!!! i would like to request something for Halloween with jimmy but idk what, something fluffy up to you! dealers choice! im so excited to see how you write him ♥️♥️

This is such a lovely request and I’ve made it so stupid @offbrand-slasher​ I’m so sorry I just feel like he’d be the type of guy to love dressing up to answer the door lmao ily!!

(I do not own Better Call Saul or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @santavenganza.)

🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃

‘Mwahahah, have a spooktacular Halloween! And don’t forget kids, to tell your lovely nanas and bobos where to come for some treats that don’t look like they’ve been shot out from a Chocolate Factory....’ 

Jimmy’s voice trails out as the kids recede down the outer apartment block stairs, shaking their pumpkin buckets in their hands to try and suss how many sweets they bagged this time; his smile finally drops as the last bit of mummy toilet paper disappears over the pavement, and he rubs his chin contemplatively as he turns  and shuts the door, once again, behind him. It takes him a moment to realise he’s managed to wipe off half of the gaudy cream ‘Dracula-esque’ makeup off his chin (as he had sardonically called it when he picked the half-price tube off the drug store shelf on your joint way back from the office that afternoon). When he sees it smeared across his fingers, he whines in exasperation and makes you chortle as he begins to try and wipe it off onto the bin bag looking cape he’s tied across his shoulders.

Pulling his fake teeth out, he points over to where you’re lounging on the couch, half-caught in a stretched yawn by his wagging pointer finger. ‘What, exactly, are you laughing at? I hope it’s not my stunning outfit - this thing cost me nearly twenty bucks, but I think it was worth it.’ He finishes his sad scan over his cheap nylon trousers and fake blood stained frilled shirt with a small smile and ostentatious flick back of his gelled hair. ‘At least it’s got great re-use value: I’ll be able to wear it into HHM next week and still look more sprightly than Howard does.’

You shake your head with as much indignation on Hamlin’s behalf as you can, but Jimmy still smiles and comes shimmying his shoulders towards you. Pressing the palm of your hand to your lips, you try to stop the snorting laugh from busting out as Jimmy drops the near empty candy bowl on the table and kneels down to start dumping freshly opened bags of hard sweets into its depths. Bless his heart, he looks so happy, so childlike and innocent again as he meticulously opens the plastic and grins at the way the sweets fall between his fingers. He’s humming gently to himself, an old country tune his father often used to listen to in the small store shop when Autumn time began to roll around the dusty grounds; when the two of them used to stay late after closing shop to huddle on overturned milk crates in the middle of the shop floor and choose a bag of sweets to share after the Halloween sales were over again for the year. Back in the days when Chuck used to roll up punctiliously after his extra evening classes and be glad to see Jimmy enjoying himself through the store window, sighing sweet relief as he perched down next to his brother and stayed there until the sun would begin to flood over the heads of the golden cornfields and blind his tired eyes.

He blinks back to himself, not realising he had been staring down at his hands for the past thirty seconds, when you gently kick your bare feet against the expanse of his back. He looks behind him, rising up to kneel between your knees and waiting, tenderly and expectantly and as if he had all the time in the world to just gaze and admire you, for you to speak. 

‘You know’, you start ‘it wasn’t even the outfit. It was the fact that they were literal nine year olds you were shouting elder law rhetoric at, Jimmy.’ You affectionately run your hand over his greased up hair, and appreciate the way his shoulders shiver as his head leans back to follow your touch.

‘Phhh’, he waves a hand, and quickly uses it to grab your retreating wrist and place it back on top of his head, like a lonely puppy just begging for someone to show him love. You run your finger down the shell of his ear, teasingly pulling at the lobe as he watches you with eyes wide enough to store all the burning love of the universe within, before snaking your hand into his shirt pocket and nicking one of the candy bars he had slotted in there to eat later. He bats his plastic cape behind him with a twisted frown, which soon falls into a pleading pout as he watches you unwrap and take a bite out of his caramel bar.

‘One: trust me, it’s never too early to get legal advice. They’ll be old people too one day! And trust me, Jimmy McGill will be a family brand for years to come - name up in lights kind of thing. Two: I think you’ll find... that was mine.’

‘Too bad, now it belongs to me.’

You take another bite and chew obnoxiously extravagantly, moaning after each swallow and pretending not to notice the way Jimmy’s eyes rove over your face with a flash of irk and clouding adamant awe. He comes scrambling towards you, crawling on his hands and knees until he’s levered himself up onto the sofa beside you. For a while, it’s peaceful: Jimmy lowers your head onto your shoulder, careful to turn his cheek so the makeup is just lingering above your skin. You wrap your arms tightly around his midriff and squeeze, and Jimmy snorts out a deep breath as he settles back to rest against your chest, the heavy weight in his chest flowing out of his body and bustling away to linger in the dark shadows that cut across the corners of the room, just slight out of the edge of his vision. He turns his head back towards the light: towards you, and tries to focus again on the double bill of horror movie that begins to roll to a close on the cable tv. 

Yet he can’t help himself. It takes less than ten minutes for his focus to wander, for his mind to claw its way back up to you, and the tilt of his head further up your neck soon follows. Like the soft moonlight dying away under the douse of the raging sun, he peers up at you from behind hooded, love struck eyes and just watches the flickers of black and white dance over your face. Without even batting an eye, you lower the half-eaten chocolate bar to his lips and shove it into his mouth so he can share a bite.

Your reverie is broken by the sharp sound of another trick or treater knocking fervently at the door.

‘Ooh, there’s the next lot to fall victim to my-’, he stops as he jumps out of your arms and spins round to face you, wiping the fake teeth back off the table and shoving them into his mouth. With an exaggerated comical baring of his teeth and raised eyebrows at you, he holds out his arms loosely in front of his chest and pretends to take small tip toe steps towards you. ‘The victims of my sharp wit and dashing legal pricing.’

‘You know, when you walk around like that you look more like a zombie than a vampire.’

He drops his arms, ignoring the sound of bustling, giggling footsteps marching around on the small veranda outside the door, and the constant ringing of the front bell. Scrambling towards you like a rat being bashed at with a brush, he launches: tickling your sides until you’re begging for him to stop.

‘You know, you’ve just lost your cuddling privileges for the night.’

#better call saul #jimmy mcgill #saul goodman #better call saul imagine #jimmy mcgill imagine #saul goodman imagine #jimmy mcgill x reader #saul goodman x reader #halloween #halloween imagine #bob odenkirk #breaking bad #breaking bad imagine #jimmy mcgill fluff #saul goodman fluff #bcs #bcs imagine #better call saul fluff

[aardvaark]

only murders in the building s3e9 spoilers below the cut! thoughts & theories

so. all my thoughts from last week proved eerily correct (poisoned cookies, donna as murderer, paper being review, etc), which makes me think that i’m very, very wrong in some important way lol.

considering donna said that one line from the review word-for-word stop sitzprobe, it seems like she did read the review. however, now i’m guessing one of 3 things: 1. she read it and disliked it but didn’t do much about it, 2. she read it and disliked it and destroyed it in KT’s office shredder that night but didn’t kill ben, or 3. she read it, disliked it, destroyed it, and poisoned ben, but didn’t push him down the elevator shaft. ie, she’s the perpetrator of the first murder, but not the second.

so why don’t i just immediately assume that the third is true? because of oliver’s dip-cake. charles says that the only dip he has in the fridge is norwegian red herring. yk, like the trope of a red herring… a clue that is an intentional misdirect in a story. i think that the dip flavour is not at all a random choice. and since the only major clue we get in that scene is the review, then that review is probably a red herring (trope, not dip).

another thought about donna: last episode, we saw her throwing up in the bathrooms (which she blames on stress) and adjusting her hair. someone on one of my posts told me that she appeared to be wearing a wig (/edit/ thank you to @kimbearablykute for that comment!). obviously, wearing a wig could be because of a massive number of things, from having alopecia, to being a married orthodox jewish woman, to simply liking wigs. however, for the purposes of this theory, im gonna assume that it’s another symptom alongside the vomiting… and hair loss + vomiting makes me think chemotherapy. the reason she was "in and out of the party all night" as our podcasters say, could be because she was throwing up or otherwise feeling tired and ill all night.

i honestly don’t know yet what her possible chemo (and therefore, cancer) will have to do with everything else. just a musing at this point. maybe it will be a driving reason as to why she would commit murder for her son’s sake? cause she’s already dying so she can sacrifice herself, plus she has little time left to get him his success? or perhaps it will be the reason she’s innocent? maybe being sick from chemo is why she was frequently absent from the party, and surveillance footage can prove she was just going to the bathrooms to throw up? maybe it will prove that she wouldn’t have the strength to fight ben and push him down the elevator? although, with the element of surprise on your side, i don’t think it would be too hard to push someone down the elevator shaft.

perhaps she is the poisoner, and the review is just a red herring because that’s not her real motive. her real motive… is… um… okay im stuck.

tobert was conveniently right outside ben’s dressing room, just after the cookie had been delivered. if donna didn’t do that part, then it’s possible that he did. he’s also still on the possible suspects list for the second murder, and that list is getting increasingly narrower. he now has a motive for the second murder at least - being fired by ben on opening night. he got fired too late to have poisoned the cookies of course, so i think he might be in the clear for the first one.

i’ll be annoyed if it’s someone obscure, like bobo. or some already very established background character, like howard or uma or sazz pitazz. that would make it feel like the writers have just pulled it out their asses. like "deus ex machina" meets "the butler did it". is there a word for that?

anyway, moving on.

i think it’s very possible that cliff had something to do with the first or second (or both) murder attempts. same motive as donna, really: upset that the play wasn’t going to plan, not wanting to let it ruin his reputation before it had even begun, and therefore killing the lead (shitty) actor to prevent the play from ever being seen. donna might give herself in for him, much like meryl streep has confessed for dickie’s sake. i feel that cliff could definitely have been the second murderer, either wanting to protect his mother if she committed the first attempt on ben’s life, or simply fighting/assaulting him near the elevators and possibly accidentally pushing him over the ledge. something like that. or maybe for the same reasons we suspect donna, or maybe because he realised how much better off he was when ben was believed to be dead.

lowkey what if cinda actually did do this one? i mean, she’s always put forth as a possible suspect and is always the wrong choice, so it’s unlikely. but maybe she really wants to get back to podcasting, so she killed a famous guy. idk.

who else can i even suspect… maxine (the reviewer)? well she’s only been around a little bit, and if the review is a red herring, then that seems to count her out. the guy who lives in the attic at the theatre? seems like he was introduced too late and too briefly.

the doctor feeding ben drugs? actually i guess that’s possible, and he may even be the attic guy since they dress the same… i think the killer had to have been behind some of the sandbag and light shenanigans in Ghost Light (s3e6), and attic guy would have had access. doctor would have motive if he was trying to prevent ben from exposing the fact that he’s just giving out drugs.

speaking of people with access to the sandbags and lights: the paper shredder was in KT’s office… is she too obscure to have been the murderer? we don’t see much of her though. but she has been noted to have some anger issues in this latest ep, her office was suspiciously locked on opening night, and actually she could have the same motive of donna or cliff, to keep the shitty show from premiering.

just to keep track, i think that joy, kimber, ty, loretta, dickie and jonathan have been clearly discounted as suspects.

uh so yeah i’m super tired and that’s all my thoughts for tonight! thanks folks! i might update this when i get up, but it’s 2am and i have stuff to do tomorrow so i need some sleep now lol.

#omitb #only murders in the building #omitb season 3 #omitb spoilers #omitb theories #omitb s3e9 #wren speaks #only murders s3

[professional-sand-eater]

Behold: The final result of a long discussion on Discord regarding what the Starlight Express characters would get cancelled for on Twitter dot com.

Rusty - Literally too much of a normie to cancel Geebs - Being horny on main Poppa - On Facebook, has never heard of Twitter Electra - Being problematic just in general Caboose - A shorter list would be things he HASN'T gotten cancelled for Brake Van - ditto Rocky 1 - Not liking Komaeda Rocky 2 - Reciting every slur he knows on stream Rocky 3 - Identity theft (millions of americans suffer every year) Flat Top - Inciting an all-out turf war in a Waffle House Dustin - Doesn't even use twitter Volta - Caught kicking a child and giving a crappy halfhearted apology afterwards Krupp - Problematic 2nd amendment rant Joule - Had a Homestuck phase Wrench - Posted those cringy nursing tik toks all the while someone is dying in the background Purse - Embezzlement Killerwatt - Liking cryptocurrency Dinah - Uncancelable Pearl - Poor quality makeup line, refuses to give refunds Buffy - Pink sauce Ashley - Scamming 9 year olds on animal jam in 2014 Bobo - Being French Espresso - Gatekeeping Italian cuisine Brexit - Unseasoned food Hashimoto - Being an Elon Musk fanboy Turnov - Didn't like the Barbie movie Ruhrgold - Cheated in Candy Crush Trax - Supporting NFTs Control - Being too young to be on Twitter

#Starlight Express #stex #I'm not tagging all of this shit

[bobsquatley]

bobo rage comp

ft @lgbitties 's grace 🍇❤️

You are in the main hall of the orphanage.

You hear a flurry of almost silent footsteps before you are accosted, thrown against the nearest wall. You look up at your aggressor. It's Bobby. Her look is that of pure unfiltered rage- Eyebrows wrenched with anger as she stare daggers into you.

'You keep trying to take what's mine, thief.' Her voice is low, rumbling in your chest, and her teeth are gritted so hard you can hear them creak.

Before you can reply, she raises her fist. You brace, preparing for the worst, and it hits, hard. Her fist collides with your face as she releases a primal growl, a seering pain spreads across your nose and cheeks. You feel blood on your upper lip. You slump to the ground, stunned by the force of her punch. | ++Pain

(1) Call for Bailey | +Stress | +Pain

(2) Try to calm down | -Stress | -Pain

(1) Call for Bailey

Bobby freezes. Her rage turns to fear. You can hear her shaking breaths, shallow and erratic, as nearby residents turn in response to your call. Some rush over to make sure you're okay, while others whisper amongst themselves, but the room falls silent as Bailey's office door creaks open.

'You better be dying out there.' The mans voice echoes through the quiet hall. Bailey's heavy boots thump against the wood floorboards with every step he takes, each more foreboding than the last. Your head turns back to Bobby. Her face is pale and sweaty, her mouth trying desperately to form words but failing.

Bailey turns a corner, and groans when he sees her. He stops infront of you both.

'Bridget.'

She squeaks, Bailey never calls the orphans by their first names.

'M-Mister Bai-'

'I told you specifically to keep your temper under control. My office, brat.'

'Bridget' hangs her head in shame as tears fall, traipsing to Bailey's office.

'And you,' He continues. 'Get yourself cleaned up.' He leaves swiftly. | +Stress

(2) Try to calm down

You can hear her shaking breaths, shallow and erratic, as nearby residents begin to notice the commotion. Some rush to check on you, while others run to get Bailey. You see a familiar figure approach. It's Grace. She saunters over, a grin on her face as she latches an arm around Bobby's waist. Bobby looks at her, still shaken.

'G-Grace, I-'

The woman shushes her, taking her bloodied knuckles to her mouth and running her forked tongue along them.

'Looks like you had to teach 'em the hard way, sunflower,' She teases.

Her eyes rest on you as her tail sways.

'Shouldn't have been so clingy, huh?~ My little sunflower doesn't like to share,'

She laughs before effortlessly hoisting Bobby into her arms and walking off. Bobby stares at you until they're out of view. You fear that won't be the last you see of them. | +Stress

#bob stories 🐮 #bobby!!! 🦐 #bograce 🍇 #dol pc #glorb....... #i didnt just screenshot for once holy mamoly #boby baly 🐢

[axvwriter]

Budding Friendship?

More interactions between my Bobo and @daedalusslabyrinth's Pluto! Abel's Pluto OC Story 3 is somewhat relevant to this so please consider reading it first.

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It had been a day or two after Leona's overblot incident. Bobo had gotten in a few naps, but she hadn't let herself truly sleep. She didn't want the nightmares. Not when the one she had in the infirmary had her questioning this reality again.

"Geez, you seem sleepier than usual. What's gotten into you?" Ace asked as Bobo's group of friends entered the cafeteria. Bobo glanced at him, wondering if she was the only one still hung up over what happened. Everyone seemed to have gotten over the whole disaster by simply taking revenge on Savanaclaw during the tournament. Well, that's what Ruggie had basically told her.

"Just... been up late studying." Bobo relunctantly answered. The world of magic is certainly different if someone nearly dying from uncontrollably overusing their magic didn't effect the mages around her. That or they're acting similarly to her, keeping up a front. Though if that's how they're going to be, she wasn't going to act out of line in that regard.

"You're such a goody two shoes." Ace sighed, throwing his hands up in a dramatic display as he shook his head. He then brought his arms down, one landing around Bobo's shoulders.

"What's the point of all that studying if you can't even stay awake?" Ace teased. "All work and no play is going to make you quite dull."

"At least I don't nap during Professor Trein's classes." Bobo grumbled.

"Hey, you can't blame me there! He just drones on and on... it's like the perfect lullaby." Ace whined. Bobo shook her head, trying to hold back an amused smile. Ace noticed and reached a hand up to poke at her cheek. Before he could actually make a comment, Bobo swatted the offending finger away before it made contact.

"Don't touch my face." Bobo responded, her voice betraying her by revealing a slight panic in her tone. It didn't help that Ace felt her tense under his arm. Ace let his hand drop, pulling his arm away as he looked at her. Bobo crossed her arms, realizing she was caught as she looked away. The lack of sleep must be making it easier for her to slip up.

"Are you okay, Bobo?" Deuce asked, the small scene drawing his attention away from Grim. Which Grim took advantage of to try to cut in the cafeteria line. The cat monster not even noticing what was going on with his henchhuman.

"I'm fine... I just... I suppose I should explain why I don't like my face being touched..." Bobo squeezed her own arms, trying to reassure herself that she could open up to these three- or two. She looked over at the Heartslabyul duo just to notice the lack of Grim's presence.

"Or perhaps that should wait until Grim's with us." Bobo stated. Deuce started and looked about.

"Grim! I told you to wait your turn!" Deuce ran off to go find the gremlin. Ace shook his head and ran after him, figuring the boy was going to get himself into trouble. Bobo watched, wondering briefly if they expected her to join them.

She had no interest in doing so. Plus she figured it may work out better for her to keep their place in line. There was a good chance that the troublesome trio would get thrown to the back of the line. Bobo relaxed her stance, dropping her arms to her sides. Should she order for them all? There was a chance that them trying to rejoin her might be seen as cutting in line again.

"Hey babe! Thanks for holding my place!" A voice called out before an arm wrapped around her shoulders. Bobo lurched forward in surprise, nearly stumbling from the surprise weight. She might have to brave those nightmares if she really failed to sense someone get so close to her.

"Pluto?" Bobo looked positively confused at the blue-haired boy. It took a second for her to realize he was using her to cut in line. Something about the timing of that caused an exasperated laugh to escape her.

Pluto withdrew his arm, placing his hands in his pockets. He threw a glance behind him, checking if the students behind them would try to toss him out. They looked disgruntled, but not enough to actually take action.

"...You know what?" Bobo whispered, leaning towards Pluto. He had to lean over towards her short stature in order to hear. Was she able to speak really quietly or was the cafeteria just that loud?

"I'll let you cut in line, but we're going to eat lunch together." Bobo proposed. Pluto gave her an odd look, unsure if she was now hitting on him? Bobo saw his confusion, but didn't quite understand what he didn't get.

"I do want to talk. At least about that pill bottle you gave me." Bobo clarified. Pluto straightened his posture and gave a little nod. He hadn't exactly planned to stick around and chat, but maybe he could just bring her with him. After all, he had someone back in his room that needed lunch as well.

The two waited in comfortable silence, both lost in their own minds. That is, until Bobo's friends came back to regroup with them.

"Hey! What's going on here? You weren't in line with us." Ace glared at Pluto, getting into the boy's space.

"What do you mean? He had been waiting behind us." Bobo calmly stated. "He simply stepped up to give me some company since you three abandoned me. Grim, trying to rush things isn't going to help you."

"Nyah! But I'm hungry! You wouldn't buy me any snacks!" Grim wailed from his prison within Deuce's arms.

"Wait, wait a minute. I could swear that he was not behind us before. Are you lying to me? Your good friend, Ace Trappola?" Ace held a hand over his own heart, giving Bobo a rather disbelieving look.

"Oh come on, you're just throwing a fit because you want to hog the Prefect all to yourself." Pluto responded, trying to step around Ace to get closer to Bobo. Ace wasn't having that. He pulled Bobo into a protective hug, startling her.

"I am not hogging the Prefect!" Ace claimed. Bobo blinked before she started laughing. She brought her arms up around Ace, returning the hug.

"Ace, what would you say you're doing right now?" Bobo continued to laugh. Deuce couldn't help how his face twisted as he tried to hold back from joining in her laughter. Grim snorted and weaseled free to jump onto Ace's shoulder.

"What's the big idea? Didn't this guy help us in the fight against Leona? Stop trying to suffocate my henchhuman." Grim swiped at Ace's head, causing him to let go. The boy tried to swipe back at Grim, but the cat-like monster jumped onto Deuce.

"Do you have some personal grudge against Pluto?" Bobo asked as she crossed her arms.

"Well, yeah, even if he did help us, he's a con man!" Ace threw a hand out in exasperation as he tried to decide if he should focus on Bobo or Grim.

"Considering you do have some grievances with Pluto, I'll have lunch with him by myself." Bobo calmly responded. Ace gaped at her then grabbed her by her shoulders.

"Did you not hear me say he's a con man?!" Ace kept from shaking her.

"I can handle myself, Ace." Bobo brought a hand up, resting it over one of his own. She gave a reassuring, yet tired smile. Ace grumbled and pulled her into another hug.

"I'm not happy about this." Ace gruffed as he glared at Pluto. Pluto might have been torn between returning Ace's animosity or simply smirking. While this might mean he still can't infiltrate the Prefect's friend group, this might be better. He doesn't need to be part of the friend group at all in order to get to know the Prefect better. By the sounds of it, Ace wouldn't be able to do a thing about it.

#axv writing #axv writing fanfic #twst related #twst bobo #pluto observer #pluto observer twst oc #twst oc #twst ocs #others oc #daedalusslabyrinth oc #im sure pluto probably would have been a lot more chatty during that whole ace thing #but im not sure how exactly plus this is getting quite long #so might as well leave it as a possible opening for abel to continue or add a bit if he wants?

[toxicdykecocaine]

BITB SPOILERS

Becky crying as she is laying a melting dying Kian against their K+B engravings in the tree, her last act as “becky” before he is gone. She leaves before second kian can form, she doesn’t want that visual confirmation that he’s gone.

WAGA BAGA BOBO!!! BEEP BOOP THEY MAKE ME SOB

#bitb #bitb spoilers #kian stone #jrwi bitb #becky jones

[rainbowsky]

BOBO IS UNWELL, which means I AM UNWELL!!

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭!

Here is what I'm thankful for:

He is in good hands, surrounded by people who care about him and whose job it is to make him feel better.

He is young and fit and will likely bounce back quickly.

He is being given some time to rest and recover. PLEASE GIVE BOBO ALL THE TIME HE NEEDS!

Frankly, a lot of people are depending on him to be available and well, so they will do what's needed to ensure that happens.

He has a lot of loving vibes coming from all over the world to heal him.

Your mission, should you choose to accept it:

Help take up the work he was unable to do because of illness. We know him well enough to know that's what he'll be worried about - that he's unable to be there to help promote the film.

Make at least one post about One and Only for every day he is unwell

Get at least one person who hasn't heard of the movie excited to go see it

If you are able to, buy a ticket (or plan to if they're not available yet) for someone who wouldn't otherwise go, or for someone who is dying to go but can't afford to

Let's help make this film a big success! FOR BOBO! Let our support for One and Only be our get well gift to him!!

#wang yibo #precious boy #personal

[gimmic-ky]

Bobo-ky that just starts dying its hair brown

[nothingrpgzone]

Goodbye Gloryhole

Once the mourning had ceased the party decided to investigate the room that geometric entity had been sitting in.

Broderick the Profound, being familiar with dwarven history and technology along with spacecraft, unlike the rest of the party, was able to determine that this is the warp drive of a demonically fueled warp core.

After messing about with the various controls, Broderick is able to open up a portal, a shimmering repeated trace of a labyrinth in blue light.

Far away in the pits of hell Grillbar Lungskin sees a disc open in front of him, where he can see Bobos and Dungifer in a sorry state along with a dwarf he does not recognize. He can hear incredibly muffled speech so he placed his ear against the portal.

The party sees a green ear pop into existence, Broderick declares it a demon and states he is ready to attack any foul thing that comes through. Grillbar pulls out his ear and then plunges his whole face through, Bobos and Dungifer see their friend’s visage and tell Broderick to not attack.

Grillbar scrambles and scampers through the portal with the help of Broderick and the four all quickly catch up. Grillbar was unable to find Kermit but with the state everyone is in there is no use all dying to save Kermit, so they make plans to recoup in the safety of Punjar before heading back into the depths of hell.

Broderick leads them out of the mine with ease, the influence of the warp core having faded and the dungeon returning to normal. After a short elevator ride up the party finds themselves in familiar territory as they make their way towards the latrines and and around the bend when they hear heavy footsteps, the panic at first but dungifer detects no danger. Greeting his heavy stepper with no malice the party suddenly and unexpectedly finds themselves face to face with Kermit, now sporting a sigil tattooed upon his forehead, and a beard that would have obviously taken months to grow.

The party is shocked.

Kermit explains in his quest for knowledge he made a pact with the Un-Sun the demon prince of winter in exchange for more power, becoming a warlock. The party is just glad he is alive.

The party heads towards the surface and emerges into the war in the afternoon night of a spring day with the party gravely injured, but swamped down with riches. With Radcliff still in their hearts they head back to Punjar.

This is the end of this campaign. Thank you all so much for reading. That ending seemed very rosy and it was unexpected to me as well. The encounter with Kermit was a truly random encounter that wrapped things up nicely, sometimes the dice fall as they wish. I had known kermit was safe for months due to a luck check but we just had not encountered him. Wild times in the glory hole I guess.

#campaign diary #ghdm

[incarnateirony]

Min, Can I guess the timeline Dean is telling this story is between the time Sam tells him he can go and he dies, to the moment he appears in heaven and meets Bobby? During that period he had to find the path to his heaven and his heaven included Cas and Cas saved himself but Dean still has to find his way to Cas?

Episodes 1-6 was still in the barn. Listen again to my Art of Dying video very closely, and why the fog descends over the path now that could Destroy Everything. Ride. Listen.

But dean doesn't know who he is to find that road yet. He knows who he's NOT. But not Who I Am. Lata Knew Herself. Know Thyself. Dean still doesn't, just who he doesn't want to be. Who he isn't. That's different. It's not the same thing.

That was episodes 1-6. "11 is 11", the causal inevitability, hits as reflection episode 7 in the remix if you will, recenters that spiral to evolve it. Episodes 8-13 will be in the other end of the omitted you're talking about, such as how dean got home, the light calling him, the patches that became driving in circles. Oh, and older omissions. Like... The Future. Put a pin in that. Bobo's been a funny fucker for a very long time

(but paranormal freemasons aren't real paranormal freemasons aren't credited and can't hurt you)

what happens when writers and fandom are mutual alchemical madlads and integrate for years on end? Heh.

you could say we put the pieces of a 13 track swinging spiral together in a way you wouldn't expect.

Which truly makes old shrieking about that spiral narrative or castiel's uterus particularly funny.

Accreta.

#are the phantom thieves real? #the snake is the text is the snake is the subtext is the metatext

[howldean]

One thing that drives me crazy is how people worship bobo berens even though his writing is so racist (missouri dying, everything with kaia, billie's villainization and death were all him)

real! gonna be so honest rn i never got into the showrunners or directorwriter people so i can't go on a long-winded rant about this, however i will say yeah. yeah exactly

#kaia and the trans and dean's bab thing too i'm just in juneteenth mode. like. it's all over the place. it's throughout the entire show #answering asks

[hyzenthlayroseart]

So with my Circus Story, I have the beginning and the end in my head but still haven't got the middle (just one of the many pains of having lots of stories, I end up neglecting some while focusing on others). Anyway, I decided to draw the ending.

So to recap, the story starts in 1910 with Steven and his pet monkey Rambo, two poor penniless friends making a living on the streets as peanut vendors. One day when the circus comes to town, Steven gets hired to travel with the circus to continue being a peanut vendor at shows. While in the circus he falls in love with the trapeze artist Dolores, the sad, abused niece of the cruel and greedy ringmaster James. 

Among the other performers he meets are:

Sydney and Carolina, the conjoined twin daughters of Dolores

Adonis, the lovable strongman who is a big brother type figure to Dolores and becomes one to Steven

Norman, a legless man and Adonis's closest friend

Helga, a warm and loving bearded lady who is an adoptive mother to Dolores

Madame Eugenia, a fortune teller with a pet monkey of her own named Esmerelda

Charlotte, an albino African-American woman who is a sister figure to Dolores

Lydia, a snarky, chain-smoking tattooed lady who is Charlotte's girlfriend and best friend to Dolores

Mina and Harold, a married dwarf couple

And Danny, a hyper and friendly 10 year old boy with hypertrichosis 

At some point in the story when Steven and Dolores fall in love, Dolores confesses to Steven that she has a fantasy of one day stealing all of her uncle's money and running away to retire in a big house with all of the other performers to live in together. Well sometime after that there's a climatic uprising against James which ends with James and Steven fighting each other which leads to James dying in a way I haven't thought of yet (I do know I want it to be a "Disney Villain Death" as Tv Tropes calls it (tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php…) because I can't imagine Steven as a murderer).

Anyway, the story ends with Dolores's fantasy coming true as everyone buys a big house to live in, Steven and Dolores get married and he becomes Sydney and Carolina's adopted father, and the two of them even have a son together named Benjamin.

Oh, and Rambo and Esmerelda end up falling in love and having three babies, Bobo, Bozo and Mimi (yes I reused previous drawings of Rambo and Esmerelda, I was tired once I got to them, sue me).

#my ocs #circus story #steven #rambo #dolores #sydney and carolina #lydia the tattooed lady #charlotte the albino #adonis the strongman #helga the bearded lady #mina the dwarf #harold the dwarf #danny the dog boy #madame eugenia #norman the legless man #benjamin #esmerelda the monkey #bobo #bozo #mimi