#bob the minion

[ranminfan]

More of their wardrobe, I got references from different styles in the 60's to more modern ones.

Also getting back into drawing in this style, and drawing in general cause I'm getting busy with my internship.

[beefycupcakes]

Being evil is so tiring...

When I first watched Despicable Me, I was young, my child brain just assumed that Dr. Nefario was Gru's dad and I went about a good chunk of time believing that. I was shocked years later when my friends informed me that that was not the case. Despite that, I still believe Nefario became a sort of father figure to Gru— he even referred to Gru & the gorls as his "family" in the second movie. Rise of Gru only strengthened this take of mine.

[quppty]

"my child will not draw minion humanizations"

[miss-stereo]

Babe wake up new minion meme just dropped

[inkandpaintleopard]

Oh yeah and uhhh here’s some other miscellaneous drawings

And also those first two reminded me of how random and funny I think it would be if Spooky Month and Despicable Me did a crossover;

Like, image Gru and Lila, sitting someplace having coffe or something, and Lila has brought Skid and Pump there expecting them both to play with the girls,

and then suddenly a minion just runs by and goes “Spoooky Month!”

And the absolute look of horror on the adults faces as they realize what they might’ve done

@dexter-erotoph you know what I’m sayin right?

[weevmo]

Here I go again....

I feel like the growing pains between Nefario and these guys learning to work together would be....horrendous lol

ALSO OTTO AND MEL 'cause I love them both and I haven't seen a human design for mEL?? a crime

[mashedbootatoes]

The return of. My Minions fixation

[kingarthurtournament]

Round 1 Side A Poll 4

Bob

"they became king of england after weilding excalibur"

Excalibur

"he looks like a weird sweet potato and nobody in the cast can stand him. every time he appears he has to sing his (bad and corny) song. he's insufferable"

"Fool. My legend dates back to the twelfth century you see. It began on a midsummers day with the sun blazing overhead. No, wait. It was a blustery Autumn day. I was the unsavory fellow back when it all started. Which was in the winter as I recall. I remember the tough crowd, all the hot babes fought over me that summer. Yes. Yes that’s right, it was summer. A scorching midsummer day. I was a dangerous man at the time. And yet, refined somehow. Everyone thought so. They still think so to this day. Although, maybe they didn’t think so as much back then. But they definitely said I was dangerous, I’m sure of it…And I know I’ve always been refined so they must have been thinking it. Yes. Yes indeed. Everyone thought and said and talked about how amazing I was. I’m still amazing of course, but no longer the bad boy I was back then. On that chilled, frozen winter day. I will continue the re-telling of my legend; But first, there will be a five minute break. Stand still and await my return."

[hellsite-hungergames]

[battle-of-the-bobs]

Bracket 1 / Round 1 / Match 2

[cherrygummycandy]

Lost and Found

A Young!Dr Nefario x reader fic.

(Sort of requested?)

Stepping out of 'Rick's Records', you balance your shopping bag in one hand, and your other previous purchases in the other. In hindsight, hitting so many shops at once was not your best move, but you had some free time. As you return to your relaxed position, having balanced the various heavy bags, you suddenly notice the time. 'Holly- 1:30 already! Jesus, I gotta get going!' You think, and quickly begin to increase your pace. Wearing heeled boots probably wasn't the best move, but god if these shoes weren't groovy!

Just as you neared your turn onto 32nd street, you trip on a rather large crack in the sidewalk. "Aah!" You screech, your numerous records falling out of the bag and fall to the concrete with a sickening crash. You quickly follow the records, dropping to your knees and grabbing at records. You try to shove as many back into the bag as you can, checking each small flat box for any damage. You sigh relived when each record seems to be undamaged. As you stand back up, you hear a sound coming from a nearby alley. You shake off the sounds, figuring it's just an alley cat. However, you hear a sigh, then what sounds like a sniffle.

You furrow your eyebrows at this, and peek into the alley. You can't make out anything other than the various boxes and trash that litter it. Then the sniffle comes again, this time seemingly from behind the commercial dumpster. As you step closer and peer around the dumpster, you're not sure what to make of what you see. A small, yellow, thing... is cowering. It appears to have a small teddy bear with it.

"Uh, hello?" You ask softly. The yellow blob looks up, allowing you to get a better look at it. It's wearing goggles and a small pair of denim overalls. "B-bello...?" It responds, wiping a tear away from under its goggles. "Are you okay, Who are you?" You ask, dropping to your knees in front of it. "Le Bob. Minion es lost-" He trails off with a strange language you can't quite place but somehow understand. "Bob?" He nods. "You're lost, right?" He nods again, and hops up. He continues talking, his small hands waving in various directions. "Okay, slow down, slow down." You say, hands out in front of you. You stand back up. "Alright little man, do you know where your home is, exactly?" Bob looks down at his hands, thinking, before shaking his head. His lips tremble as he begins to wail again. "Whoa, Hey, alright. Do you know anywhere someone might know you, or know where your home is?" You gently pat his head, trying to calm him down. "No, le bob no es-" His eyes land on your bag of records. "La musica! La musica!" He exclaims as he runs to point at your bag. "Musica-,Oh! Rick's Records?" You ask, but the minion shakes his head. He grabs the leg of your pants and points out of the alley. "Chill, tiny bro, I'm coming, I'm coming!" You laugh, grabbing your bag as he practically drags you by the hem of your bell-bottom jeans. After some time of walking, he stops and points upwards. A large sign looms over you, reading 'Villainous Records'. "Huh, I've never heard of this store..." You mumble, as you follow Bob inside.

Entering the colorful shop, you're surprised to see it has a pretty good inventory, but practically no customers. You're snapped out of it when you feel another tug, and look down. Bob points over at a counter, where a man seems to be tinkering with some sort of strange box. "Nefario! Bob amigo!" He says. You walk up to the counter. The man still doesn't seem to notice your presence.

"Ahem!" You cough, leaning forward on the counter. The man jolts up, banging his head on a lamp. "Oh! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to spook you!" You exclaim. "No, No, sorry miss, it's my fault." The man rubs his head a little, before shaking it off. Now that he's standing, you see how tall this man is. He has brown sideburns and a bright outfit. He's kind of... cute. You try to shake off these thoughts. "I'm sorry to say, we just closed." He pauses, but looks up and shrugs. "I guess I could help you out though, even though you almost gave me a concussion." He jokes. Chuckling, you shake your head. "Well, thanks, but uh- I'm not here for music." You motion down, and the man adjusts his glasses and leans over the counter. Bob, who hasn't let go of your pants up until now, waves nervously. "Bello!" Bob squeaks, rocking on his heels.

The man sighs, and dramatically falls back into his chair. He rolls the chair over to a bright red rotary phone and begins to dial. He picks up the phone and waits a few moments, nodding in your direction. The dial tone plays a few times, then stops. "Hello? Yeah, it's Nefario. Are you missing one of your, uh-" He looks back over at Bob. "One of your little minions? Yellow fellas' with goggles?" he waits, listening over the phone. "Yeah, no, I'll ask." He puts a hand over the phone speaker. "Is that one Bob?" You nod. He puts the phone back up. "Yeah, it's him. No, I can't. I would, but I'm on the clock. No- just drive your bike down here, I can't leave. Just cause' the shops closed doesn't mean..." He argues over the phone for a while, before saying goodbye. He spins his chair and rolls back over to the counter.

"Alright, someones on there way to pick him up, where'd ya find him, anyways? His family's been lookin' everywhere." He asks, looking you over. "I found him, crying. Behind a dumpster." You say, looking down to notice Bob is gone. You look to see where he's gone, and see him running in a circle by the door. You tilt your head, confused at what he's doing. The man laughs at your confusion, and you turn to him with your arms crossed. "What's so funny?" You ask. He shakes his head, and calms himself. "Sorry, luv. I promise I acted the same way when I first met the little dudes." He admits. "Little dudes? There's more of, whatever Bob is?" You ask. He nods. "Um-" You look back at Bob, who is now trying to climb a shelf. "Can I ask what he is?". "You're already asking, aren't ya?" The man jokes, leaning back in his chair. His attempt to be smooth fails, as his chair falls backwards, dropping him with it. You burst out into giggles, before shuffling around the counter. The man glares at you from his spot on the floor. "I'm sorry! It's just- well..." You giggle again. The man stands up again and brushes himself off.

"To answer your question, I have zero clue what they are. A friend of mine takes care of em'. They're really not that odd, once you get to know em'." He says. You nod. "Asking a lot of questions, huh?" You nod sheepishly. "Can I ask one?" He looks at you. You laugh, and say. "Your already asking, aren't ya?" You repeat, mocking his accent. He rolls his eyes. "Very funny. But, seriously, what's your name?" He asks. You make eye contact with him, only for him to look away, seemingly losing some of his confidence. "I'm Y/N. who are you?" You ask. He looks up, a bit surprised you actually gave him your name. "Most people call me Dr. Nefario. Or, y'know, you can just call me Nefario, if ya want." He trails off. You smile, before noticing the clock behind him. "Oh! Oh no!" You quickly grab your bags. "I'm so late, god, I have to stop getting distracted." You quickly head towards the door. Bob looks up from whatever he was doing. He runs up to you and hugs your leg, before saying goodbye in his strange language. You smile down at him. "Bye, Bob." You coo, then look back over to the counter.

"Thanks for you help, doc'." You say, opening the door with your foot, smiling cheerfully as you leave. He stands there silent for a few moments, before snapping out of it. "Yeah, uh, anytime..." He stutters, fixing his glasses and returning to his work.

[ranminfan]

Hallo! Ween is here! 🎃

Bob loves trick-or-treating, Kevin likes the weather, and Stuart just wants the candy.

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[beefycupcakes]

Minion doodles, dont roast me

[quppty]

you need to immediately see what I spent an unreasonable amount of money on 📣📣📣

[miss-stereo]

This pic goes hard

[dakotabone1213]

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