#TP Bon

[albertonykus]

Futabasaurus drawn by Fujiko F. Fujio for Doraemon:

Futabasaurus drawn by Fujiko F. Fujio for Time Patrol Bon:

[m-bbert]

if i had a nickel for every time i became clinically obsessed with an anime featuring a cartoonish art style and a boy with a fuck-ass bob i’d have three nickels, which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened thrice

[comickergirl]

Finally a full trailer for Time Patrol Bon LET'S GOOOOOOOOOO

[nine-jedz]

big doodle full with whatever i want to draw

[olitheguy]

Buyoyon from TP Bon!

I just finished the whole show, and I got a little teary at the end, so Im sharing these doodles I made of the mutant jellyfish!

[bakeningen]

[somescenecatholic]

TP Bon (Time Patrol Bon) is getting a Netflix Anime!!! Please read and repost to share the news!!!

FLASH/STROBE/EYESTRAINISH WARNING FOR TRAILER!!!

GUYS PLEASE MAKE THIS SUPER POPULAR AND LOVED (and the rest of the stuff Fujiko F. Fujio made too such as Doraemon, Kiteretsu, Perman, 21-Emon, etc.) BECAUSE AAAA ITS LITERALLY SO SO SO COOOOOOOLLLLL

TP Bon (Time Patrol Bon) is an scifi adventure about an ordinary highschool student named Bon who becomes part of a team of time-traveling agents who are tasked with saving people's lives during historical events that happen across different eras and locations around the world!! It's a Netflix Anime so that means it will release WORLDWIDE!!!! It releases in 2024!!! (my mid-late junior year and early senior year r gonna b crazyyy)

It got a manga and a short movie back in like 1989 but idk if it ever caught on bc its so so so hard to find!!! and ofc it's not engsubbed (i will literally give the biggest hug to whoever engsubs other FFF stuff)

EEE THIS IS SO AWESOOOMEEE!!!!

I am so normal about this!!! I am totally not exploding at the seams with joy rn!!!

LITERALLY LIKE HIS STUFF IS CRIMINALLY UNDERRATED IN THE WEST BC OF EXTREMELY BAD MARKETING IM SO ANGRY AT IT RRRGGH!!! But u can read all about that on my super cool Doraemon post hyperlinked in my pinned post.

PLEASE REPOST THIS SO EVERYONE GETS TO SEE!!! X3

thank you!!!! <333

me rn!!! (chibiemon from dorabase, read it on manganato)

[shortruler]

T. P BON - S02E06

[mechanimereview]

TP Bon - Even Average People Can Change History

I find it fun that Netflix continues to bring retro series into their service with shiny, cool adaptations. Or just plain adaptations at all. For instance, who in this western anime sphere knows what Doraemon is? You know, an utterly huge phenomenon in Japan created by mangaka Fujiko Fujio focusing on a loser boy and a time traveling cat from the future? That Doraemon? Did you know that guy wrote…

[6thusernameimtryingtouse]

[deshigeek]

TP BON 2024 The Dazzling Time Travel Dilemma

TP BON 2024 premiered on Netflix and contains 12 episodes with an average screen time of 28 minutes. The second season is expected to be released in July 2024. So, let’s start discussing the first season of “TP BON” and decide whether the show is worth watching. But before we dive into the review check out some other articles of mine – 5 Best DC Films, 5 Best Sports Anime, 5 Best Thriller Films, and Classroom of the Elite Season 3.

[albertonykus]

One of the lesser known recurring traits of Fujiko F. Fujio protagonists: being a good shot.

[mitchelljoni]

Chapters: 2/3 Fandom: House of the Dragon (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alicent Hightower/Rhaenyra Targaryen Characters: Alicent Hightower, Rhaenyra Targaryen, Viserys I Targaryen, Otto Hightower, Criston Cole, Gwayne Hightower, and also literally everyone else at some point probably Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Orchestra, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Gratuitous References to Rachmaninoff, violinist alicent (read: insane perfectionist), pianist rhaenyra (read: dramatic and self-obsessed) Summary:

And even if getting Rhaenyra in as a soloist was a staggering show of nepotism, she was still the best concert pianist on the planet. It was like when Dmitri Junior recorded Shostakovich’s second. You could get mad about it for a bit, but it was ultimately fair game. Alicent had already reached all these conclusions because Viserys had spoken to her weeks ago about programming the Concerto, which only had the unwanted effect of giving her time to turn it over in her brain like a particularly nauseating Rubix cube. Each solution of the puzzle led her to the same conclusion: she would be seeing Rhaenyra imminently, and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it.

 After ten years apart, Rhaenyra Targaryen re-enters Alicent's life for a set of solo engagements with her orchestra. Things go about as well as expected (not very).

[comickergirl]

Don't mind me just collecting all the T P Bon vids here on my blog. XD

[bonbonly]

AWOOGA- I MEAN THANK YOU DI HEHEHEHEHE GIGGLING LIKE A MANIAC OVER THIS

Omg di imagine crashing the car or a race doesn’t go as expected, so you blame the strategy and go off on the team on radio in rage and team principal carlos is NOT happy about it

— bon!! I love this so much! TP!carlos is not happy at all, and of course he’ll punish you for it…in front of the team and in your hotel room, with a lot less clothes. 18+ content below

The second you step out of the car, the tension is palpable. The garage is silent, all eyes darting between you and Carlos as you yank your helmet off, frustration still written all over your face. You’d gone off on the team over the radio after the race—an emotional, fiery tirade blaming the strategy for your poor result but it had majorly been your own fault.

Carlos is waiting for you, his arms crossed, jaw clenched, his dark eyes burning with restrained fury.

“Meeting. Now.” His voice is low, deadly calm, and it sends a shiver down your spine.

You follow him to the debrief room, where the entire team also gathers, their expressions varying from uncomfortable to outright nervous. Carlos doesn’t sit; he looms at the head of the room, his presence commanding, his gaze fixed entirely on you.

“Care to explain yourself?” he asks, his tone clipped.

You stammer out a half-hearted explanation, but it’s clear he’s not interested in excuses. He cuts you off with a sharp gesture. “No. You don’t talk to the team like that. Ever.” His voice rises, but only slightly—it’s the controlled anger that has everyone on edge. “This team works day and night for you, and you repay them by humiliating them on an open channel? Unacceptable.”

You shrink under his scrutiny, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. When the meeting finally ends, he dismisses everyone but keeps his gaze locked on you.

Later, when the hotel room door slams shut, the sound echoing through the space, Carlos immediately spins you around and pins you against the wall. His hand fists in your hair, tugging just hard enough to make you gasp, and his lips graze the shell of your ear as he growls, “You embarrassed me. Humiliated the team. And now, you’re going to pay for it.”

His hands are unforgiving as they strip you of your clothes, each piece tossed carelessly aside until you’re bare before him. He doesn’t bother undressing at all, only rolling up his sleeves to his forearms. His eyes darken as he takes you in, his tongue sweeping across his bottom lip.

“On the bed,” he orders, his tone leaving no room for argument.

You scramble to obey, lying back on the cool sheets, but Carlos shakes his head. “No. Knees.”

You shift onto all fours, your body trembling as he moves behind you. His large hands grip your hips, holding you still as he leans in close, his breath hot against your ear. “You think you can act like a spoiled brat over the radio and get away with it? You think you deserve to cum after that display?”

Before you can answer, his palm cracks against your ass, the sting sharp and biting. You yelp, but he doesn’t let up, delivering another, then another, each slap punctuated by his scolding.

“Count,” he snaps.

You stumble over the numbers, your voice shaky as the punishment blurs into something far more intoxicating.

By the time he’s done, your ass is flushed and littered with his handprints, your knees wobbling from the intensity. But Carlos doesn’t stop there. He flips you onto your back with ease, his hand wrapping around your throat—not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you of his control.

His mouth is on you next, biting and sucking a trail down your neck, your chest, your stomach. He’s relentless, leaving marks in his wake, a reminder of this night that you’ll feel tomorrow.

He spreads your legs wide as he settles between them. His fingers slide through your wetness, teasing your clit just enough to make you squirm.

“You’re dripping,” he taunts, his lips curving into a wicked smirk. “Pathetic. But you’re not cumming. Not yet.”

His fingers thrust into you, slow and deliberate, curling just right to make you whimper. But every time your hips buck, desperate for more, he pulls away, slapping your clit sharply. The sting makes you cry out, your body jerking, but Carlos just chuckles darkly.

“You’re going to apologize to the entire team tomorrow,” he orders, his voice low and commanding, “until then, you’ve lost the right to cum.”

He keeps you on edge, working you up until your thighs shake, your breath ragged, only to stop the moment he feels you getting close. Each slap to your swollen clit is a punishment, a reminder of your outburst, and the sadistic gleam in his eyes tells you he’s enjoying every second of your torment.

“Say it,” he demands, his fingers circling your clit slowly, teasingly. “Say you’re sorry.”

“I’m sorry,” you gasp immediately, your voice barely above a whisper.

Carlos shakes his head, his fingers stopping entirely. “Louder. Like you mean it.”

“I’m sorry!” you cry out, desperation lacing your tone.

Satisfied, he leans down, his lips brushing against your ear. “Good. And if you ever pull a stunt like that again, this will seem like mercy. Understood?”

All you can do is nod, your body sore and your mind already spinning with the anticipation of what he might do next time.

He pulls away entirely, leaving you aching and needy, your body trembling as he smirks down at you. “Rest up, nena. You’ll need it for tomorrow.” And with that, he leaves you there, completely wrecked, your pussy still throbbing for the release he’s refused to give.

want more team!principal!carlos? send me an ask with your filthiest thoughts and it’ll get answered during one of my dirty drabble days

[bakeningen]