#fullbob

[mikekilluz]

ah, men

[fellfirst-fellharder-fight]

Round 2: Fight 7

Troy Barnes/Abed Nadir (Community) vs Bob Zanotto/Helmut Fullbear (Psychonauts 2)

Propaganda under the cut!

Troy Barnes/Abed Nadir (Community):

Abed was interested right away but not too committed to the idea. Then ofc Troy fell hard and, well, the rest you already know <3

At first Troy reacts to Abed kinda like he doesn't want to be weird and a nerd like him and tells him things like "my friends do things for me, not the other way around" while Abed is trying so hard to connect with him and does stuff like pretend to be an alien because Troy said friends mess with each other (makes more sense in context), but by season three Troy thinks Abed is like magical and amazing and even canonically gets upset that he can't have his babies

Bob Zanotto/Helmut Fullbear (Psychonauts 2):

So in-game they're already married and love eachother very much, but I would say it's pretty obvious that Bob fell in love first from his memory vault and wedding vows you hear in-game. Though we don't get to hear Helmut's vows (sad), I wholeheartedly believe that he fell for Bob later and totally fell harder. Also they know eachother so well that when an imaginary Helmut says he doesn't love Bob, Bob instantly knows that's something he wouldn't say. Before I get too rambling here, to sum up my thoughts: I think they are just the sweetest part of the game and more people should know about them.

To be honest, I did kinda submit viking vines because I wanted redemption from them losing the gay elders tournament. And that I the love the ship of course.

[ink-pocket]

fullbob/bob zanotto art

(reupload because i accidentally deleted everything)

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[frog-beans-blogs-things]

This game is doing something unhealthy to my mind.

[aquato-family-circus]

[reblogging to my PN sideblog for everyone to see] I have my stake in the ground for the psychic old men. you know what to do.

OLD MAN YAOI BRACKET ROUND 2

Propaganda:

Fiddleford McGucket/Stanford Pines:

lab "partners" who broke the laws of physics and nature together but it went horribly wrong and one of them got stranded in alternate dimensions and the other wiped his memory so hard he went mad. 30 years later and they were finally able to reunite during the apocalypse. even though both had changed so much they wanted to forgive each other and move forwards

if fiddauthor isn't real then why is there only one bed in the bunker. if fiddauthor isn't real then why did they go stargazing and talk about wanting to start a family. if fiddauthor isn't real then why "my partner" and "my fiddleford". if fiddauthor isn't real then why does fiddleford subconsciously hang out around the shack decades after he stopped living there. if fiddauthor isn't real then why does ford have dreams about him every night. if fiddauthor isn't real then why did fiddleford leave his son and his failing/failed marriage to go live alone in an isolated cottage in the woods with his best friend from college. if fiddauthor isn't real then why is ford's ideal world one where he gets to work with fiddleford for the rest of time. if fiddauthor isn't real then why "life would be a nightmare without them" and "it's the most meaningful thing in the world". if fiddauthor isn't real then why did alex hirsch change that one scene in the book to sound less gay. if fiddauthor isn't real then why did fiddleford make his laptop password ford's name. if fiddauthor isn't real then why did they hold hands while hugging. if fiddauthor isn't real then why "i could have sworn that as he joyfully played, i could see the age lift off his face, and see the fiddleford who had been my friend so many years ago". IF FIDDAUTHOR ISN'T REAL THEN WHY DID FORD'S MORE HONEST RETELLING OF THE PORTAL SCENE FEATURE HIM GENTLY CRADLING FIDDLEFORD IN HIS ARMS

Bob Zanotto/Helmut Fullbear:

THEY LITERALLY MADE MR CRY THE FIRST TIME I PLAYED THE GAME. THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH AND THEY FINALLY GET TO BE HAPPY TOGETHER. YOU DONT UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO ME.

they are married in canon and are epic and amazing. they had sad canon events where bob thought helmut was dead for like 30 years or something but helmut WASN'T dead his brain was still alive and they are reunited in the game first by way of stealing an evil dictator's body and then later on they put helmut's brain in a ball as a temporary fix while they go out to find his body which has been frozen in ice. the game forces you to walk through bob's memory of saying his vows at their wedding ceremony and it's seriously some of the most romantic and heartwarming shit i've ever heard, especially "just when i thought i was turning to seed, you made me bloom again" like my god. i love them

they're gay and old as hell!!!! there's a level dedicated to their wedding!!!

Helmut is voiced by Jack Black and is currently a brain in a ball, and Bob knows him so well that the mental image of him in his drunken mind says things Bob KNOWS the real Helmut would never say. Also Helmut is temporarily in the body of a guy voiced by Elijah Wood-

[aquato-family-circus]

So me and my buds have this long standing hc that if two psychics are sufficiently connected (romantic love is the easiest way to achieve this but definitely not the only one) and telepathize/go into eachother's minds frequently enough they can build a psychic link of sorts where they feel a part of eachothers emotions and also their telepathic conversations are always crystal clear regardless of distance or interference (and it's impossible for even the strongest psychics to eavesdrop on said conversations).

Also my buddy friend Ren Jakobslock (jakobslock on here and ao3, wuv them) wrote a really heartwarming fullbob fic about this concept so. Yanno

Old Roots, New Leaves is one of my favorite Bob/Helmut fics by a mile, thank u for the reminder to reread it bc it’s still just as good as I remembered it 🥹

The psychic link between extremely close people is a headcanon Ive always really adored. it feels so right for Bob & Helmut, feels natural feels organic.

[butchpeabody]

they fucking PUT SOMETHING in the psychonauts gay people fullbob are like the most . ever. they put BEARS in the video game the GAY KIND [SHAKES YOU

[dogencool]

I know everyone is redrawing this with them but I wanted to join in too

[memory-vauit]

man

[baxtervalentine]

”Now I sense a reason to this rhyme!”

Bob and Helmut ice skating based on this screencap

[quarterdollar]

peace and love and harmony and joy on planet earth

[gfanz4ever]

Ok ok ok, but plants LOVE music. It helps them grow better, like, that's scientifically proven.

Imagine Helmut spends fifteen minutes alone in the greenhouse, singing soft rock ballads to the plants. Suddenly Bob's mind is full of plant thoughts, all saying some variation of marry him marry him, bob zanotto you have to propose to this man we like him very much :D

[fellfirst-fellharder-fight]

Round 1: Fight 14

Nando/Matt (The Doctors Are Out) vs Bob Zanotto/Helmut Fullbear (Psychonauts 2)

Propaganda under the cut!

Nando/Matt:

Matt is Nando's first dude crush and he has to hide in Matt's bathroom because he thought Matt telling him he liked dudes aswell as girls was him asking him on a date. The problem is that Nando's pretty sure he would have said yes. It take awhile of Nando's one sided pinning before Matt also catches feelings and immediately falls hard.

Bob Zanotto/Helmut Fullbear:

So in-game they're already married and love eachother very much, but I would say it's pretty obvious that Bob fell in love first from his memory vault and wedding vows you hear in-game. Though we don't get to hear Helmut's vows (sad), I wholeheartedly believe that he fell for Bob later and totally fell harder. Also they know eachother so well that when an imaginary Helmut says he doesn't love Bob, Bob instantly knows that's something he wouldn't say. Before I get too rambling here, to sum up my thoughts: I think they are just the sweetest part of the game and more people should know about them.

[wainwrightjakobshammerlock]

I CRACKED THE CODE

(click for better quality because tumblr unalived it as per usual)

[springbreezes-and-peonies]

Fired

The newly elected Grand Head sat at his desk, his eyes darting around to briefly meet the gaze of his fellow agents, before leaving their eyes just as quickly. He fixed his tie, he was never used to wearing ties even still, and took a deep breath, his heart as heavy as lead from the task laid before him. Otto Mentallis silently placed a hand on his shoulder, giving him a sad but knowing look, before withdrawing from his side to join the other agents once more. The Grand head closed his eyes for a second. Then another. Then one more, before sighing quietly, and pressing the reception button at his desk.

“Send him in.” He said, trying his best to sound calm and official, but knowing his voice quavered as much as his own heart as he spoke, despite himself. The door to his office slid open cleanly, the sound, though quiet as a faint breeze, pierced the air of the deathly silent room like a ceremonial gong.

“H-hehe…Hiya Truman…” the older man spoke as he walked into the room. He fixed his glasses up his face, and smiled awkwardly, looking around himself at the many faces staring back at him, all of them practically catching their breath at the sight of him.

“……Sit down Bob…” Truman sighed, rising from his desk and indicating the chair in the center of the room. Bob gulped soundlessly, and sat in the chair, fidgeting anxiously with his bowtie, his hands shaking as he did.

“I uh…what’s going on……?” He said, confused and nervous as he looked at all the eyes on him.

“Bob…on your last mission, your attempts with your fellow agents to bring in an infamous and international psychic terrorist met a difficult patch according to your coworkers…and according to them, this difficulty was caused by…you…” Truman replied, looking over at Bob finally, an icy look in his eyes.

“……Well…I don’t see how they could blame just me when anyone could make mistakes when facing off against a dangerous psychic terrorist…” Bob murmured to himself, looking down at his feet.

“They tell me you were DRUNK and used several of your plants to tightly restrain THEM as well as the terrorist by mistake. One of your coworkers has a broken arm. The other has 2 broken ribs. This isn’t some accident in miscalculation. This happened because you keep drinking on the JOB.” Truman said, standing firm, doing his best not to raise his voice as he looked down at his uncle, who was gazing back up at him indignantly.

“W-we still caught the guy! Yeah, they got a little hurt, but I brought the man in, and no one was killed!” Bob spoke up, defiantly, folding his arms. Truman shook his head.

“This is the third mission in this month alone where you’ve been a danger to yourself or your coworkers. I’ve tried to be patient with you about this…tried to be understanding because I KNOW how you’re feeling, but I cannot allow this to continue…The board and I have discussed this, and I cannot have you continuing to work for us in this condition.” Bob glared up at him suddenly in shock.

“You…what??? You’re FIRING me?! You can’t fire me! I helped CREATE this place! I was appointed by Ford Cruller HIMSELF!” Bob thundered back at his nephew, rising from his seat quickly, knocking his chair to the floor.

“—Ford Cruller is NOT the same anymore.” A familiar voice called. “And HE had the good sense to step down when he knew he couldn’t function properly with others on the field anymore. I expect you know to do the same Bob.” Otto retorted, stepping forward as he spoke.

“You—CAN IT Mentallis! No pipsqueak of a nephew is gonna fire me!“ Bob growled, glaring back at Truman once more. Truman sighed, and stepped a little closer to his uncle, speaking softly to him.

“Bob…don’t you think at this point…this is for the BEST? You’re not able to focus on ANYTHING anymore…I’ve gone to your desk when you’re off to lunch or who KNOWS where for who knows how long, and I’ve SEEN the hordes and hordes of…empty bottles and casks just…left in the drawers…You can’t work like this…no one can. You need to step away before someone gets HURT. Someone like YOU.” Truman said, laying a hand on his uncle’s shoulder as he did before Bob slapped it away.

“I’ve made some mistakes! But who HASN’T!” Bob said, placing his hands on his hips and stamping one of his feet down.

“Bob this isn’t about a MISTAKE. This is about YOU, and how you’re FEELING…Here…I’ve got this card…it’s for a grief counselor and I KNOW him. I spoke to him MYSELF when Uncle Helmut passed away, and I know he can help YOU too!” Truman suggested, and he pulled out an index card from his suit pocket, holding it out to Bob only to have him grab it and rip it to pieces before his eyes.

“I don’t want to talk to some STRANGER!” Bob cried, looking all around him at all the angry, resigned eyes bearing into him. “Truman…please! You’re my BLOOD! You should stand up for me!” But Truman only shook his head and turned away.

“I’ve TRIED Bob…I’ve tried SO MUCH with you, but you just won’t get any help.” He said walking back behind his desk, looking away from him.

“I don’t need any help! I just need my JOB!” He shouted, his voice echoing off of the walls and filling the ears of all in the room with his anxious desperation.

“YOU CANNOT HAVE YOUR JOB IN THIS STATE!” Truman shouted back, finally raising his voice and slamming his fist down onto his desk. “I can’t keep you on like this! You’re a danger to yourself AND others! You could get someone KILLED!” He continued, and using his telekinesis, he pulled an empty flask from Bob’s pants pocket, and tossed it against the ground. The sound of the bottle ringing against the hard tile floor, filling the crowded room with silence once more, as all eyes fell wide upon it, staring down at it mutely for what seemed like an eternity.

“……Bob…I know how you feel. I loved Helmut too. He was my uncle just like YOU. But you need to work to move ON.” Truman said, breaking the silence at last. His voice calm once more.

“If you can EVER move on…then you don’t know how I feel AT ALL.” Bob said, raising his face up to his nephew, tears filling his eyes as his pupils floated from his face to Otto’s in a haze of pain and sorrow.

“Uncle Bob……let us HELP you…” Bob shook his head, and removed his glasses wiping his eyes as he turned to leave.

“……I’m not your uncle anymore…I’m not anything to anyone…and I don’t want any help any of you can give……I’ll get my things out of my desk…and you won’t see me around the office anymore…don’t worry.” He continued, and he walked to the door, and stood there a moment, before continuing on his way, out of the office.

The other agents cleared out one by one, leaving only the grand head and Otto Mentallis behind.

“…You did the right thing, ya know? They’ll see that and respect you for it. It’s not easy to fire your own uncle, it’s true…but Bob couldn’t stay here like that…he’d only end up hurting himself if he did.” Otto said, patting Truman on the back a bit before leaving himself.

Truman walked slowly across his office floor, and gathered up the empty flask, looking down at it, his face reflected on the bottle’s smooth surface, before dropping it into the trash with a heavy thud. He could’ve sworn for a moment, his heart made a similar thud as it sank into his chest with the weight of the choices he’d just made.