#✶ * . — m; BILLY JOE COBRA. fame / tragedy.

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★   ——   WISHLIST  ;  BILLY JOE COBRA

i’ve seen this done on my dashboard and it’s INGENIOUS, so i wanted to do it as well! following is a general wishlist for threads with the character stated above, that i will update as i get more ideas  ——  if you’re interested in roleplaying any of these ideas, don’t hesitate to contact me or reply to a starter call post with a number from this list, and we’ll make it happen! any idea can be taken more than once, so take the one you like the most! <3

let him sing for youuu let him sing for youuu! <3 for fun, yes, but also to help your muse relax  ——  people feel his emotions through his singing, if he wants you to relax he can make it happen! imagine the fluff that can happen,,

“so, like, i kind of, uh, made a really big mess and i need help, the house might be about to blow up” kind of scenario. bonus points if the threads goes completely nuts and our muses find themselves screaming in utter panic as they try to fix this thing. like in the episode with the videogame that went mad, for the life of me i can’t remember the english name GAH

find him in his tikitaka room, the one that he himself says “it’s my favourite room, so nothing bad can happen to me while i’m here :)”, trying to find comfort from a very, very, very bad moment.

ask him about how he died. i dare you.

god, i’d love to see him and your muse using his ectoplasm on something, well knowing that everything will go horribly wrong and they’ll have to fix it all after.

i’d love to explore his feelings of the days when he had just become a ghost, and was attempting to understand the whole “now i’m a ghost” thing. him incredibly clumsy as he levitates or attempts to go through walls, him doing his best to make people see him because he can’t even conceive that people can’t see nor hear him now... all these things.

just him bragging. bragging so much to be horribly annoying, about anything.

him getting terribly COMPETITIVE. so you say you can do this thing incredibly well and billy should stay put because he can’t even begin doing it? well HE’LL PROVE YOU WRONG, he’ll DESTROY YOU now, HOPE YOU’RE READY.

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i have the most random of headcanons for billy since when i discovered he has a pianola ( you... you call it pianola too, right? ) in his freaking bathroom.

i don’t believe billy to be a particularly morning person  ——  both because he used to go to bed when it was nearer morning than night, and because he always had serious troubles waking up in general: when he opened his eyes, his brain wouldn’t connect with the rest of the body for at least a couple of hours, during which he would do things automatically and without being really aware he was doing them. one of these things was going to the bathroom, lean his had on the wall, hit the record button on the pianola and just... start composing, extremely randomly, and somehow some very nice melodies always came out of it. with the only problem that then he kept forgetting about them. his mind was blank, he wasn’t aware the slightest of what he was doing.

something like a year later, he randomly noticed the pianola had records ( probably the memory card was full and he wondered ‘uhh weird, why?’ ), started listening to them, and was blown away by his own music made when awake since less than an hour. he later took all those recordings and made a full album out of it  ——  which, i bet, was called after the fact that he was pooping while doing them. because why wouldn’t he brag about having composed successes while on the toilet?

needless to say, they were at the top of musical rankings.

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i think i’m starting to run out of writing juice so i might stop and relax for the rest of the evening in a bit, but this won’t stop me from being a mean little person and slamdunk in your dash sad headcanons, because... honestly, i’ve been thinking about this and wanting to write it down for quite some days. i think it’s time. so.

who wants to know about how billy died, and how he reacts when you ask him the story? under the cut for talking about murder, death (for obvious reasons), eating disorders, and drugs.

billy died the evening of his 21st birthday, during his annual birthday party. bjc’s birthday parties were almost THE event of the year: fans from all over the world would crowd the street, the house would get so full of people, paparazzi always were everywhere during those hours. and billy loved those times  ——  but it was also the moment of the year in which he would become nervous the most.

it’s a matter of image. the most important day of the year, he had to be at his best: with fine clothes, the best aspect he could get, but also physically. paparazzi would find a way to literally discover if he had gained weight  ——  his body was at the centre of gossip, he was aware of this. he always barely ate, and if he touched even partially a bit more food, he would excuse himself to the bathroom; during the days approaching his birthday, this problem of his always got way worse. that year, he almost didn’t eat at all for more than a week; the evening of the party, between the hunger, the loud talking, the music, everything... god, his head was exploding.

i’m not aware if there is a canonical death to billy: from what i know, they’re mostly theories, and before knowing that some proof apparently indicated that billy was shot, i already had my theory, which is the one i use here:

he asked for a painkiller, to calm the headache, and he received one. gulped it down without really questioning it, and... well, it didn’t take long for him, and many people around him, to understand that what he took wasn’t a medicine. news the following days explained him what happened  ——  someone killed him by causing him a drug overdose. they wanted not simply to eliminate him, but also destroy his image, by making him look like “another one of those youths, dying because they can’t stop using drugs”; but ironically, the circumstances were so clearly suspicious that not only the police immediately labelled it as “suspicious death”, but the case was solved within a matter of literal hours, and only contributed to making billy’s memory immortal. “bjc was so great that someone tried to erase him, but they couldn’t!”. could they, though?

if you ask billy about who it was, he’s sincerely unsure. he forgot the names of the culprits, almost as his mind did anything it could to simply erase the experience. if you ask him about his death, he kind of remembers what happened, he does tell the story, but... without his usual emotions or exaggerated manners, he doesn’t even act melodramatic about something like his own death. he’s just... neutral, almost as he’s trying to feel something, but really can’t. he just tells you what he knows, shrugs, and then moves on, talking about something else that catches more of his interest.

he doesn’t seem to ever fully process what happened. he knows it, he tells it, but he just feels... nothing. no one seemed to feel much during his funeral too, after all...

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@cobraghost​ replied:

OH MY GOD YES HE WOULD DO THIS HE FREAKING WOULD AHFJKGLD

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@schattenmagier​  ——  lucky you! others would pay the ticket to visit this house ( cont. )

« yeah, well... apparently not many people want to live in a house where someone died. ». for once, his voice is lower, almost sad. he answers without really thinking about what he’s saying, floating lazily beside the mage, where he would have sit if he wasn’t incorporeal. he’s holding his legs like he’s hugging them, watching the keys of the piano with some weird sense of nostalgia. he’s been haunting his house for so long, and then he left it for even longer, looking for someone. and now... now he’s back, in the room where he wrote all his songs since he moved there. god, he was eight when he bought that house. freaking eight. and he could say he spent more than half his lifetime in there, despite disappearing when he turned 21. all those papers declaring the tragedy of his departure... he never got why they made such a big deal of it, but now he’s starting to understand them, just a little bit.

his gaze lifts from the piano keys to the mage when she spoke again, calling him some musician or something, which leaves him speechless for a couple of seconds. sure, she didn’t have that much of a reaction when he saw his villa in the first place ( while any other person usually screams in excitement ), but he honestly thought she just didn’t know at first it was the house of a star. but now?...

« jeez, so it wasn’t the booze... you actually don’t know who i am. »

he blinks, processing the thing. he never ever met someone who didn’t know who he was, so he must have thought that simply the whole world knew him. since his success arrived at the age of six, he... kind of forgot how it felt like to have someone genuinely not knowing who you are. he thought that the thing would have made him mad, and instead he seems to... relax a little bit, even accept the thing very quickly. the other night, when she was drunk as all hell, he kept being mad at her for her state, because the alcohol wouldn’t let her realize the luck she had to meet him, but now? it seems so insignificant, because even if she was fully sober, her reaction would have been the same. what a weird feeling... someone who feels nothing at the name billy joe cobra.

« ... yeah, well, uh  ——  ». and what a double weird feeling, the idea of having to explain who you are. he always had to just say his name, and often not even that, and people just... knew. jeez, this is just... SO weird. « yeah, i... well, yeah, i was a singer, actually. i had success at the age of six, grew up singing hit after hit, i wrote my own songs since the very beginning, up to when i turn 21, and... ». a moment of pause. he blinks again. «  ——  does it really not tell you anything? even now that i told you... the thing that i’m a child prodigy... th-the songs, the hits, the successes, it... it really doesn’t make any bell ring? »

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tags drop  ——  castiel  &  billy  &  charley  &  sabin !

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                THE GREAT EMOJI QUESTIONARE!  //  accepting! @aplushemporium​ inquired: 🍰 CAKE SLICE - favourite cake flavour? are they specific about types of cakes? (for Billy, Red Mage, and Charley?)

charley never really tried a cake that wasn’t one made by the ink machine: they can have many forms, all the ones you want, but in the end they all taste like ink, so he can’t really say to have a favourite flavour, nor he’s specific about it. food is food, he looks at the shape only when he has to hide an anvil in it to hurt bendy very, very much.

the red mage, on the other hand, loves cakes but is trying so hard not to find a favourite, out of his usual fear that he doesn’t want to lose also this little joy  ——  better not having it at all... right? he tried them just a few times, mostly because he had to eat them, and really loves the one that had cherries in it... but didn’t stop to look at it. he doesn’t have a specific type of cake as for now.

... billy, however...

billy is the goddamn nightmare of every pastry chef. you make him a cake? you will follow his instructions, and regardless, you will get it wrong, because he’s like that. first of all, the cake must be huge. you don’t buy a cake if it isn’t a freaking matrimonial one, even when it’s not your wedding day, go big or go home baby. second, every layer must have frothy cream, each of a different flavour, so that you never get bored of the cake and can always change it if you feel like it, and it must be covered in whipped cream with little sugar paste billys pretending to eat the cake. pistachio and chocolate are flavours in all of this, it’s necessary. then, when you do this all, billy will always find something wrong with it - the billys are too small, the cream isn’t frothy enough, the whipped cream is simply too much or too little, yadda yadda yadda - and will leave his guests to eat it, and he won’t eat it himself. certainly not an excuse to not eat himself. a star can’t get weight.

ever since he’s a ghost, he sincerely stopped caring so much about how a cake looks like. he just eats it. all. hope you took a piece for yourself, because the cake is already gone.