#bbu plush

[selfindulgentraptor]

Now that GITD Barnaby is safe and in my hands I have a confession to finally make: I own a bootleg Barnaby plush

LET ME PREFACE!! in saying I will not disclose where I bought it, nor condone the purchase of any bootleg BBU plush. I didn't know it was a bootleg when I purchased it, and made sure to get an official one to properly support the game. If you want one, please get it official or custom/hand made so you can support the game instead of greedy no good people!*

That said, this provides a unique opportunity to compare the differences in quality between both:

Keep in mind, from what I've seen online there's many Barnaby bootleg variations and this only represents the one I have. Obv the colours are different too since the official one is the GITD version

The differences:

HE'S WAY BIGGER?

is less firmly stuffed

official has higher quality fabric

knife is printed on thinner/lower quality felt

no velcro (the knife is glued to his foot)

has lost some definition in the feathers on the tail and especially the wings

legs are spread wider apart

head uses a different pattern, official is more square and bootleg is more round and tapered at the bottom

mouth and eyebrow stitching is light grey instead of purple

eye stitching is generally a lot looser (at one point it threaded out a little bit on the bottom right when I accidentally nicked it with my fingernail)

tongue stitching attaches the tongue to the cheek on the official, tongue hangs loose on the bootleg

vest is printed on instead of being a separate fabric piece (also notice how the bootleg has weird black triangles cut out of the purple? Looks like they didn't realize those were Barnaby's talons when referencing the product photo:)

bootleg feathers on the legs are pointy, while the official's are rounded

bootleg bowtie is two purple pieces glued loosely together, while official's has proper seams.

barnaboo is missing its arms

Now if you're looking at this and thinking that's not so bad then know that my bootleg actually came looking like this:

His left horn was mismatched and actually a third wing! I spent time reconstructing the wing into a horn using the existing material.

I later used the extra wing fabric to mod him with a fourth back digit, since it makes him more accurate to the official model

this guy brought me some comfort as I waited for the official one to come in. So "Barby" will continue to be cared for despite his shameful origins. But this is a sad state for a bootleg to come in. Safe to say you shouldn't have to fix your own plush upon arrival. And despite that this was probably a better one, considering this one is relatively well made compared to other variations I've seen online. Quality control is a gamble when it comes to these bootlegs. Do not recommend!

*On top of everything, recently one of the bootleg manufacturers counter-sued BBU over having their listings taken down, which is super gross. It's more difficult for smaller independent projects like BBU to fight against copyright infringement. So please don't purchase from or support these bootleg products!!

[darkhatkid]

because I forgot to say it yesterday

Merry Christmas

[artseniccatnip]

they are both very cute and also best friends I think

[bbu-fan-blog]

THE OWL IS OUT, GRAB HIM NOW!

(BTW it got funded in less than 1 hour and almost 400 plushie already got ordered, ain't that amazing??)

[leaderlamby]

SCREAMINGGGG MY GLOW IN THE DARK BARNABY FINALLY CAME IN, IM SO HAPPY

yes I did instantly go around taking pictures

[lambtoccio-blog]

Friendly reminder as to why you shouldn't buy Billie Bust Up plushies off Amazon :D

[kringekid]

i am, billie. im buying him.

no but seriously i think its really cool to see that this community has grown alot from the last plush campaigns :D and im glad to be apart of it

[muffin4444]

I FINALLY HAVE HIM AFTER 6 MONTHS YIPEEEEEEEEEREEEEEEEEEEHRJRBDKSNSNSNZNSNSNSNEKJEOSMAKANS also the fanto was crochet by my mom :D

[precious-ketchup]

And 5 months later, the Ghost Birb has finally arrived! 🥰

[looniecartooni]

Me still waiting on my Barnaby glow in the dark plush:

[cammohu]

GRIPPING HIM

[barnabysqna]

ANOTHER QUESTION!

What's up with the line "Or turned into a stuffie, now that's something we can do!" From near the end of "A million gruesome ways to die"?

Oh hoo hoo hoo! Oh, that's easy! One of my Barnaboos came up with the idea to turn a copy of ourselves into a plushie and spread joy to all the Barnaby fans all over the world! I loved the idea so much! I had to go along with it! I just thought I'd offer that death option to Billie.

Oh! Look how cute I look! I look adorable!

And check it out! It glows in the dark!!! How awesome is that?!

These plushes are available right now! It's only available for 3 more days though... So if you want one, I’d recommend getting one now, hoo hoo hoo! Otherwise….. It’s going to fly away forever!

(Just a note: I wanted to post this post before the plushie went away so that I could help advertise the plush to others! You’re welcome, @billiebustupofficial !)

[royalphantompain]

LOOK WHAT I GOT TODAY!!!!!! FUNNY GHOST OWL FROM MUSICAL GAME!!!!

He glows in the dark :]

[keezree]

Kiwi on the left I made 3 years ago, Kiwi in the middle was a gift from @succikko-nebulae and Fantoccio on the right I just finished today after finding out about BBU like three days ago

I'm 2 years too late to get the official Fanto plush so yee. I made him uvu

[peachy-panic]

BBU: Hollywood

This idea took root and wouldn't let go. Can't say for sure if this will be A Thing, or just a one-off teaser of a thing, but here it is nonetheless.

WARNINGS: BBU, implied noncon, implied noncon drug use, the fucked up film industry

“Cut!”

He doesn’t realize the cameras have stopped rolling until the shrill ring of the bell jolts him back into his body, and out of the one he’s been inhabiting since the last call of action. He doesn’t move, doesn’t blink for a few moments, still caught in the blurry line between characters. Sometimes it takes a few seconds to remember which mask he's wearing.

There is a flurry of movement around him; PAs rush past, murmuring into their headsets, toting plush robes and glass bottles of sparkling water. Hair and makeup swoop in to invade everyone’s space, making their minute adjustments before rolling begins anew. 

When he returns to himself, Henry's cheeks are cold with drying tear tracks, and his heartbeat pulses lightly in his lips. 

His scene partner is already turned away, her attention attuned to the phone in her hand while a woman with frizzy hair attends to her smudged lipstick. Distantly, Henry knows if he touches his fingertips to his own mouth, they will come away in the same shade of red. Seconds ago, they were locked in an embrace, their tears mingling in the neckline of her silk gown, whispered words of affection spilling between them, and now Henry doesn’t exist. He won’t again until the cameras are pointed at him. Only then does he become alive.

A cold, acrylic nail hooks his chin and turns his head. His personal makeup artist is a woman named Kat in her late thirties with a sleek, blonde bob and smile lines around her eyes. She’s worked on every one of Henry’s films, and she has never spoken to him directly. On instinct, Henry lets his eyes fall shut, slipping back from the surface as she goes through the familiar routine of touching him up. 

From behind the wall of his own little world, he allows himself the indulgence of tuning into the conversations around him. A couple of new production assistants—not much older than him—talk about the food truck that production ordered as an end-of-week treat. (This doesn’t apply to Henry. He is on a strict diet of kale and boiled chicken while he's filming. He is always filming). The wardrobe team talks about grabbing a drink at Stanley’s after wrap today. (He knows that Stanley’s is everyone’s favorite spot because it’s less than a mile from the studio, but he’s never seen it for himself). The assistant director comments on her third cup of coffee of the day. (Henry wishes he could ask for some).

The voices fade and flutter until one cuts through the rest.

“One last take, and we’re calling it, David.”

Henry opens his eyes, and Paul stands directly in front of him.

His sleek, black suit stands out among the crew's workwear, and probably costs three times as much combined. It’s hard not to notice the ways everyone’s demeanor changes the moment the Executive Producer steps onto set. In a way, it’s almost reassuring to know Henry isn’t the only one who shrinks in this man’s shadow. But that’s where the commonality ends. They may fear him, too, but at the end of a fourteen hour day, they are not the ones who return home to Paul Maxwell’s bed. 

“Our star needs to be red-carpet ready in an hour-thirty.” Though he’s addressing the director, Paul stares directly into Henry’s eyes. “Be sure that he is.”

He doesn’t need to nudge the makeup artist away so much as she instinctively pulls back when Paul lifts a large hand and touches the tips of his fingers to Henry’s jaw. Henry keeps his eyes where they’ve been beckoned and pretends not to notice the assistants in his periphery who duck their faces away from the display of ownership. Paul’s thumb swipes across the corner of Henry’s mouth, taking with it a smear of Eliza Darling’s expensive lipstick. Then, wordlessly, he releases him. 

There’s a renewed sense of urgency as Paul retreats from the chaos, but also one of relief that comes with the last shot of the day—for everyone except Henry. 

He was up before the sun, and he knows he’ll be out long after it has set. The worst part about interior days: he doesn’t get to see daylight once. Normally, even the call of his Keeper’s bedroom feels like a reprieve after this many hours of shooting. But tonight, his previous film is set to premier on the other side of Los Angeles, and there is no premier without Paul Maxwell’s shining star.

More importantly, there is no after party without him.

There is no time for exhaustion, not for him. When the caffeine pills have run their course, he’ll be given something stronger, and he’ll take it. Whatever it takes to get through the night that will inevitably become a very long weekend.

“You heard the boss,” David says, running a hand through his salt-and-pepper hair. “Let’s make it a good one. Clear frame.”

The makeup brushes make a few last frantic swipes across his skin before they scurry away. Liza Darling tucks a blonde curl behind her ear and presses her phone into a nameless PA’s hand. Henry closes his eyes and slips into another man’s skin.

People tell Henry all the time that he’s lucky to lead the life that he does, in his position. It is only in these fleeting intervals of fiction between reality that he might just agree with them.

For the next three minutes, he does not have to be Henry, nor is he the boy with the name from a life he is not allowed to remember. For the next three minutes, he is Brock Layton: twenty-three, rich, and madly in love. 

For the next three minutes, he is as free as he’ll ever be again. 

“Sound speed,” the mixer calls out, raising the boom pole over his head. 

“Rolling,” camera echoes back. 

“And, action.”

[shadowtoons]

Hi Frankie! I have a message for you and Barnaby UwU

To Barnaby: hello Barnaby! I’d just like to say that you are my comfort character and Esther (me), Lottie and Bea love you very much as I’m sure lots of other bbu fans do! I’m not feeling the best at the moment but you are helping me through this as all of my other friends are too! I also ordered a Barnaby plush for Lottie ^^

To Frankie: Hi Frankie! Your art is absolutely gorgeous and I love every single post you do! I have a question. HOW IN GOD’S PANCREAS IS YOU ART SO DELICIOUS! I eat your art 👁️👅👁️. I drew my persona hugging yours c:

(P.S. would Barnaby and Frankie like a cookie? :3

Really though thank you so much! Hope you have a great holiday! ^^