#trouboole

[abunchofbooloney]

Guessss what!!! My tablet is back in action! Which means it’s time to update refs!!

Just some updated art, really, but I added some things, too. Freckles for Booloney and ‘death marks’ for him and the kids. The death marks are just scars from how they died!

[asimplechaos]

these are the only ghosts that matter

[ionlydatesassyelves]

@snow-ish‘s boo children from @abunchofbooloney!! I really like drawing boos in my dumb style and these three have such strong personalities it was really fun to translate that over. thanks for letting me draw them, snow!

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Aaaaand of course, some other ghosts

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Happy Halloween!

Trouboole is Ness, Ribboon’s a mummy, and... Douboole just stole Booloney’s hat...

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BOO FAMILY BOO FAMILY BOO FAMILY

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“I don’t see why you’re going through all this trouble for a child, your Majesty.” Dimentio said with a bit of a chuckle once Antasma had gone into Ribboon’s dream.

“Though maybe it’s like the old bat said, you’re as soft as a marshmallow now!”

“Shut it.” King Boo growled, not amused by the jester’s tone. “Unlike you, I actually have empathy for others.”

“Cold,” Dimentio said, feigning a pout. “I just wanted to get the three of us together, like old times!”

“You mean you wanted the two of us to help you with whatever reckless scheme you’re concocting.” The ghost corrected, glaring at Dimentio.

“Well, why not?” The jester shot back. “We’ve all been bested by those brothers--you more than once, I should add--and the time is right for revenge! Why, with all three of us, they won’t see it coming!”

“No. Antasma is too weak, and I’m still trying to recover from my last defeat.” King Boo replied. “If you aren’t going to help us, then please leave, Dimentio.”

However, the ghost’s tone indicated that his polite words were merely a formality. The glare he shot Dimentio was enough to make even the bravest souls feel a chill.

And yet, the jester did not waver. He merely returned the look with another of his sinister smiles.

“Very well.” He finally said after the two stared at each other for a few minutes. “Though I’d like to speak to your little adviser before I go.”

“No, you will leave n--” King Boo started, but was interrupted by Booloney.

“It’s alright, sire. I’ll show him to the door. You keep an eye on Ribboon.” the smaller Boo insisted, floating out of the room, followed by a nonchalant Dimentio.

King Boo bit his lip, but decided to listen to Booloney. He didn’t trust Dimentio’s motives, but Booloney should be able to handle himself. He was much more level-headed than the king, after all.

“Boys, you don’t have to wait here.” He advised Trouboole and Douboole, who had not moved from beside the bed. “Go do something to take your mind off all this...”

“If you say so...” Douboole mumbled, leaving the room as well, only trailed by Trouboole after a bit of hesitation from the youngest.

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“So, I assume you’re a pair of the king’s subjects, yes? Former Yoshis, too, my, my! And so young!”

“You didn’t answer my question! Who are you!?”

“Well, if you must know, the name is Dimentio. Consider me a... friend. Of the king’s. Why not?”

“The heck are you doing here, anyway? Nobody goes down here, and--”

“Doub, the mirror...”

Douboole paused, surprised to hear Trouboole speak to him for the first time in a while. He then glanced at the mirror, realizing what his brother meant. 

Reflected in the polished surface were a pair of Yoshis--one taller and green, the other shorter and red. Surprisingly, Dimentio was not visible in the mirror despite everything else in the room being reflected as well.

“See what I mean?” The jester asked as he spread his hands out. “Now I’m wondering why that spectral fool wanted to keep me from it...”

“What--”

“Oh, I’m merely observing for the time being!” Dimentio interrupted, making Douboole scowl. “I like to gather information before anything else, so I don’t intend on causing trouble right now. Perhaps you can keep this a little secret?”

“No way!” Douboole barked, narrowing his eyes. “If KB didn’t want you here, then it was for a good reason! You’d better scram before--”

Once again, Douboole was cut off, this time by somebody not even in the room. 

A door slammed up above and echoed through the old mansion, soon followed by muffled shouts and panicked orders, hard to make out through the thunderstorm that had started up a while ago.

“That sounds like KB and Booloney!” Trouboole said, surprising his brother with his ability to hear so well. “We should go see what’s up.”

“Yes, yes, it sounds like they have their hands full up there, you should go do what you can to assist. Don’t mind me, I’m just about done here.” Dimentio said with a chuckle.

Douboole gave Dimentio a harsh look through narrowed eyes, which didn’t exactly make the jester quake in his boots. He definitely didn’t trust this guy alone.

“You’re coming with us.” He finally growled.

The jester, still smiling nonchalantly, tilted his head a bit, not reacting in any way Douboole had expected. It definitely unnerved him.

“Very well!” Dimentio finally said, clapping his hands together. “I know when I’m beat. I’ve been meaning to pay his majesty a visit, anyhow.”

The brothers spared a moment to share a wary glance between them before darting out of the room, Dimentio following close behind and acting eerily calm compared to the high-strung voices that were still coming from the upper floor.