[bowt1e]

#BOWT1E 🖕🏻🐸 ——- an indie and selective roleplay side blog for Ribbit / Leah of The Amazing Digital Circus. This blog is low activity, and 21+ for reader discretion. written and adored by BUNNZ // 25+ // she/her — follows back from @fadedtomb

Rules and things;

• I’m not much for long rules because not too many people actually read them. So here’s the bare minimum:

This blog is rated 21+ and I would appreciate minors not to follow me! I will hard block if you don’t follow this super simple rule.

This blog will likely have heavy themes and sexual content. It’s my space, I make the rules. Proper trigger tags are not always used.

This muse is new, and while I find her voice please bear with me.

Last, but not least, I vibe for vibe. If you’re cool, I’m cool. No drama, no hate, just dorks writing circus monkeys. Have fun.

Header credit: @Wolfaroonii on x

[weltenwellen]

E.E. Cummings, Complete Poems, 1904-1962

[bowt1e]

It’s hot af outside, who’s playing water tag with Ribbit?

I’ll be tossing her into random ask boxes. Prepare yourself!

[bowt1e]

I still have one or two of these to send. It’s also just as hot today sooo. ✌🏻

[apah-720]

That help you refused

[bowt1e]

[skronklpus]

Bojack reference

[princesspeepo]

this is how these three were u cannot convince me otherwise

[bowt1e]

It’s hot af outside, who’s playing water tag with Ribbit?

I’ll be tossing her into random ask boxes. Prepare yourself!

[gen-toon]

[bowt1e]

They’re all laughing at you Jax. What a loser! You’ll never truly fit in anywhere, will you?

The skin Jax wore is peeled back like a discarded costume. But instead of being pulled out of the nightmare, they fall deeper.

Those multiple hands reach toward them like ghosts ready to drag her in. They grab at her ankles and grip around her shoulders with crushing strength. But just before pulling them into the floor that’s melting like hot wax, their laughter stops and the silence is deafening. —-

“You never even let me say goodbye.” A voice in the darkness that echoes like rolling thunder while accompanied by a flash of neon lights. Suddenly Jax is free falling, the hands that gripped them are gone no longer keeping her tethered to the humiliation as the pit swallows them whole. Spitting them out into a darkness so deep there’s no beginning or end.

On the other side, a soft light lingers in the dark. A slow swirling glow of emerald stars light the way and from its center a liquid shadow started to form a body. “You never even… le-le-let me apologize.” Like a movie track the voice repeats itself, only to screech like a tape being fast forwarded to play something different. —

“Y-Y-You did this. It’s always your fault.”

@jaxasstm --- ft. Jax

[bowt1e]

Ribbit's Room:

I'm going to say right now, all that stuff on the shelves are things her / Jax / Kaufmo have stolen from different advantures without Caine knowing.

[marymsjay-art]

- What are you waiting on? ⭐ -

[teddythebear13]

this fucking fandom bro i cant

[pikavani]

A little white lie 💚

My contribution to Ribbit's and Ragatha's relationship.

Believe it or not I've been working on this comic for months now but only had the time and patience to finish it now.

Rest assured that whenever Ragatha doesn't get enough attention, I will make it my mission to make her shine.

It's just a little funny interaction I had in mind.. tho I'm sure Ragatha had a hard time keeping up her smile when her friend abstracted.

[m41thart]

"I'd move on, and probably forget about you."

[acid-fangs]

Ribbitrabbit

[bowt1e]

Ya top kinks you filthy animal!

Stolen from right under @jaxasstm ‘s big nose.

I— yeah okay.

[story-magic]

⭐ "Ribbit!" Sally waved back at her friend. The star puppet smiled and sat next to the frog. Sally stretched out her body for a moment. Sally let out a small chuckle and crossed her legs "Ya I know, just been cooped up in my room and forgot"

⭐ "Been writing a new story for everyone, well, mostly everyone, Jax had to hide my script somewhere, I swear it's more of a pain"

[bowt1e]

It’s nice to see a friendly face, specially one as bright and cheerful as Sally’s. As the puppet claimed the space beside Ribbit it’s as if the air’s shifted into something a little more ‘home-y’.

“Your script?” She asks as those large pie-cut eyes give a sarcastically amused roll at the mention of a certain periwinkle rabbit. “Oh hoo~ a pain doesn’t even begin to describe that guy.” Her cheeks puff but the laughter doesn’t stay at bay for long, her slender hands coming up to shadow her mouth as the giggles spill out.

“But in all honesty.. I miiiight know a few of the ole cottontails hiding spots. Maybe we could go searching for your script together? Sounds kinda fun actually.”