#BB Color Game

[bbin-games]

BBGAMES玩家必入机型？一加Ace 5至尊+天玑9400e为打游戏而生

一加Ace 5至尊系列本月登场，全球首发天玑9400e旗舰芯片＋自家风驰游戏内核，主打「无限满帧」游戏体验🔥

特别适合爱玩BBIN游戏平台、BB Color Game的玩家，帧率稳、画质强，连1% Low帧都拉满，开团不卡顿，操作更顺手👌

想在BB电子试玩时画面更顶？这款新机一定别错过📱

[arcadebroke]

[ahhrenata]

had to get this out of the system. Death Stranding got its grip on me (so has Norman Reedus 😅)

[twilighttrekkie]

i love marcie so much

the ultimate depressed girlfailure that also somehow oozes with swag

she's also the "killer" that felt the most human to me. i feel so bad for her, man :(

"you can know things about yourself that only the advertisers know." is such a chilling statement btw because it doesn't just feel real, it IS real. advertisers know so much about us, and it's terrifying

[vivy-nx]

a non-standard drawing of BB from Anthology Of The Killer primarily inspired by holly hollowtones saying "she's like a mouse to me" or something of the sort during one of her recent Anthology Of The Killer streams.

[vaniitthy]

Okay space shooter!! 😼💫

[badtothegnom3]

They’re judging u

Made this for an edit and thought it was a lil silly idk 🏃

[me-saw-hoo-dini]

Imma be real I miss when Vanoss’s color was red. I miss my Red and Blue ship guys what do you mean it’s Yellow and Blue now that’s not right :((((

[starrivdraws]

I wanted to do this thing for a long time but I'm also stuck with khux and I have to draw everyone (especially Ventus who I really like)

So, here I have some of my headcanons:

He has aquamarine eyes with a touch of violet due to the darkness that possesses him, scratches and bandages from the missions as Dandelion (totally because he seems much more insecure than his bbs amnesiac self, after that, it's only because he's impulsive idk)

[autism-corner]

I couldn’t stop staring at those long, slender fingers as they lifted the glass of red wine to her lips, as they carefully cut up the meat with her knife and gracefully brought the food to her mouth...

She looked at me and smiled. "You always tend to provoke controversy, just like a Venus flytrap. Do you long for a sword that much?"

[bbin-games]

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[heyacris]

So... I made a drawing of Seth in a crop top...

[so-am-smyme9540]

Late night Terroriser

I may or may not have to get up in like 4 hours, but its WORTH IT because this turned out so well

[orangetintedglasses]

Vash watched with wide eyes as the stray bullets zipped by and gave the undertaker's mop a partial trim. At least none of them actually landed, but that was definitely a little too close for comfort! The total amount of people who were still left in this place could be counted on one hand, and they all knew the others were around, too; who out of that group would shoot at them like that...?!

The answer, somewhat thankfully, would come from someone familiar... just... probably not who either of them were necessarily hoping for. Ashton's shaking voice rang out, sharp and loud from the dark-- definitely running off of emotional adrenalin as he barked at them to-- "S-STAY OUT...!"

Which was... pretty bad. Disappointing-- the blond shut his eyes with a deep frown and let his head slump, thudding lightly against the wall like he'd really, really been hoping that this wouldn't be the outcome --but very, very bad, because a gun was a lot more dangerous in the hands of someone who had no idea how to use it than in the hands of someone who did.

"You are such a shit shot..." wheezed another familiar voice just as Vash opened his mouth to speak, though it was softer and hoarse with strain. The Captain's goading just worked Ashton up further; from where he was standing, Wolfwood might've been able to see the rifle swing down, the lights of the sleeping screens and keyboards just barely bouncing off of the metal.

There isn't even enough light in there to read by... so Ashton is either a terrible shot or firing blind in a suboptimal environment. Or both.

"SH-- SHUT UP!"

"Point blank in front of him, a-and he still only hits me in the side... you two have nothing to worry about..."

... which was something Vash seemed to take as express permission to enter. He looked at Wolfwood for a split second-- that 'I'm about to do something you're not going to approve of' look --before he shouted into the dark room, "Ashton! I'm coming in! Please don't shoot!"

"NO! N-no, stay away, I'm warning you--!!"

But the Plant wouldn't listen, rolling against the doorframe so he would be facing forward immediately upon passing the threshold, gun up and ready to fire.

Ashton yelped and fired first, but the gun clicked. Out of ammo.

Any sentimental awe Wolfwood experiences while watching Vash ponder the future of this brutalist example of an Eye of Michael facility is shattered as soon as shots ring out. As expected, he follows Vash like a loyal hound, noticing something similar about the doors' lights. He'd seen lights like these before, where they kept him locked up and on a medical table for all those years in Julai. One in particular that he was familiar with was the one in front of the medical ward.

A green light was usually accompanied by muffled screams, depending on the 'subject'. At some point, you just stop feeling things. You stop screaming, because you're told to. Newer 'subjects' weren't yet accustomed to that.

Laboratories and Medical Wards practically go hand in hand. Lo and behold, the gunfire is coming from the lab. Great.

"What the hell is going on in there?" Wolfwood asks, not really to anyone in particular as he nudges Vash to stand on one side of the door while he takes the other. The door slides open to bullets that just about graze his head as he peeks in. He hisses through his teeth, mourning the loss of a few hairs. All they can do is hope whoever that is stops firing at them or needs to reload soon.

Or their gun jams, since it sounds like whoever's using it has no clue what they're doing.

"HEY!!," he shouts inside, hoping that he hears the bandit guy and not an unfamiliar voice, "What the hell are you shooting at?! You got a deathwish or somethin'?!"

[iiannabxth]

class of 09 girls + their aesthetics bc i’m tired of people not getting them.

(minor tw for sh & ed):

jecka: she’s literally a preppy, trendy 2000s teen. she wears lacoste/abercrombie polo shirts, hollister skinny jeans, american eagle, bebe jackets, and juicy couture. a lot of her clothes come from her mom’s job, as apparently her mom gets them for free.

she is a “pharma-princess” and openly idolizes paris hilton. she smokes cigarettes and casually abuses painkillers. she may be a little trashy, but she dresses like any other fashionable girl from that era.

nicole: for starters, shes lower middle class. her mom buys the cheapest internet and cable packages, as well as having nicole on the assisted lunch plan. with that being said, she’s not buying a ton of miss me jeans, bb belts, or affliction shirts. shes a hot topic/spencers fiend bc she can steal it. her outfits are usually a hoodie, tank top, or t-shirt with ripped skinny jeans- which is to say they aren’t very complicated. i think people get confused and try and dress her in the modern “y2k” fashion, but it doesn’t really work for her.

shes severely depressed and winning the idagf war, which is shown in her makeup and nails. i think her makeup routine is very messy and smudged, but thats lowkey the look.

emily: shes rich, but she doesn’t care or acknowledge it. she can buy whatever she wants, but chooses to go for the grungey/emo look. even though she’s the most “scene” character, she still follows a few trends- ex: the lifeguard hoodie. her hair is definitely damaged by the box bleach she uses and the excessive use of her straightener. i also think she 100% has raccoon eyes (in the avril lavigne-way.)

she parties with her sketchy boyfriends, day drinks, and does almost any drug she can get her hands on. she’s suicidal and highkey crazy, which results in her tattoos and scars. (the excessive SH-culture is completely on brand for the 2000s.)

ari: borderline manic pixie dream girl going through a sexuality crisis. she’s almost emo, but not quite. she wears winged eyeliner and red lipgloss. her wardrobe consists of mostly graphic tee shirts and skinny + bootcut jeans. she dyes her hair because “no one understands her,” but she still has a decent relationship with her parents.

she used to be a girl scout, so she definitely cuts her own hair and thinks it’s rebellious. i think her favorite shoe would be black high top converse.

kelly: is the definition of a trendy, trashy, 2000s girl. kelly is also rich (as stated by jecka.) she’s popular with the boys because she’s pretty, has big boobs, and dtf. she wears a lot of hollister, wet seal, juicy couture, and victoria secret. i think she would wear a full face of makeup to school. her hair is dyed blonde but she keeps the roots grown out just a little.

megan: 2000s THEATRE KID!! she’s ARTSY, not EMO. she’s apparently pretty, but not pretty enough to be constantly hit on. she wears a lot of media/pop culture clothing and jeans. (if she were in the 2010s, she would wear those hot topic disney dresses.) her hair color is her natural hair color and her nail polish is always chipped.

jecka & hunter say she’s a christian girlie, so most of her outfits are more modest and toned down compared to some of the other girls. she probably wears minimal makeup unless she’s doing a show.

karen: she’s dorky and nerdy to the extreme. she looks very mousy and homely. she likes twilight and harry potter + she works at a library (and is strict about the rules.) karen likes and is good at school. she probably only wears mascara and medicated chapstick + her glasses. she has a messy bob that she never styles.

she’s also insecure about her body, as jecka and nicole make her relapse on her ED, so she wears baggier clothing than any of the other characters.

i think she would wear sketchers and jeggings.

anywho, i like this game and im also super into the genuine 2000s fashion, so a part of me dies whenever i see someone say “nicole listens to ayesha erotica!!” or “jecka wears affliction and bb belts!” girl bffr.

[moonstruckme]

hope ur having a delightful break bb, lord knows you deserve it!!! <3 i've got a little request for you whenever you're back, if you're interested in writing it - i would love to see poly!marauders with a reader who's high and giggly and they're lightly teasing/they think it's cute!! either way, i'm sending my love and hugs and kisses to u!!! <33

Combined this with: hi lovely !! i hope you’ve had an amazing day/night <33 if you haven’t already (i’m sorry if you did, ignore this if you have !), can you write a poly!marauders x fem reader who loves sea animals and the boys decide to take her to an aquarium? Thank you both for requesting, hope this is alright <33

cw: weed

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 770 words

Sirius is fairly sure this is the best idea he’s ever had. And he will be expecting full credit. 

Your eyes are giant and filled to the brim with wonder as you stare into the tank, your face awash in a blue glow that shifts with the water. 

“A flamboyant cuttlefish,” you murmur, seemingly to yourself. 

Behind you, James squeezes Remus’ hand playfully. “You’re my cuttlefish,” he whispers. Remus groans. 

Sirius follows your gaze. “Oh, that thing is ugly.” 

“Don’t say that!” You reach back without turning around, smacking his chest lightly with the back of your hand. Your face is split into the same grin that has hardly wavered since the gummy you’d taken first kicked in. “They can change colors whenever they want. You’re totally jealous.” 

“And yet it’s chosen shit brown.” 

James releases Remus’ hand to come and crouch beside you, tracking the fish’s movements with dilated pupils. “Is that why it’s flamboyant?” he asks you.

You hum happily. “When they’re threatened, they shift colors and move their fins. They’re also highly toxic. So,” you shoot your boyfriend an impish look, “just like Sirius.” 

James’ laughter is booming. He takes on the role of your protector, sticking out an arm to ward Sirius off when the other boy grabs for you. Remus shushes them both, shooting apologetic looks towards irritated-looking aquarium patrons. 

“Where do you learn all this stuff, dove?” he asks you at a more polite volume. “TV?” 

Your grin turns sheepish. James makes heart eyes at you, thumbing at the dimple in your cheek. “Would it make you feel better if I said I read it in a study?” 

“A bit, yeah.” 

“Too bad.” 

You erupt in giggles at your own joke. James tries to catch you when you tip backwards, but instead the both of you go down, your laughter worsening. 

“Jesus,” Remus murmurs, shaking his head. He’s doing a poor job hiding his own amusement, though, the scar across his lip stretching as he suppresses a smile. 

Sirius snickers as he crouches in front of the two of you. “Having fun?” 

“Yeah.” Your grin is lopsided. Dopey. “Thanks for sharing with me. I feel nice.” 

“Anytime, gorgeous.” 

“I really like weed.” 

“Alright,” Remus steps in, hooking his arms under your and James’ armpits to haul you both up, “let’s quiet down about that, love. Go back to looking at the fish.” 

“Oh!” you gasp and point. “That one looks just like you, Siri!” 

Sirius is about done with this game, he thinks as he stands to peer into the glass. His mouth puckers in distaste. “Thanks,” he stretches out the vowels, making his insincerity heard. 

“No, no.” You throw yourself into his side cajolingly. He pretends to ignore you, and you hang off his arm, laughing. “Baby, it’s because it has fine features and it’s, like, glowy. See?” 

 “It’s a fish,” Remus points out. 

James squints, nose nearly touching the glass. “I think I kind of see it,” he says. You nod eagerly. “Why does this fish have cheekbones? Do they usually?” 

You shake your head, looking somewhat flummoxed. There’s a cute crinkle between your brows. Remus looks at you curiously. 

“Do you know what kind that is?” he asks you. 

You frown. “I don’t.” 

“Okay,” he says, taking your hand to go to the signs bordering the tank, “let’s find out.” 

Sirius is a tad jealous as you lean into Remus’ front, playing with his fingers, but Remus won't be diverted. He scans the placards until he finds it. 

“Here, it’s a flashlightfish,” he says quietly. You make a satisfied humming sound, leaning forward to scan the information with eager eyes. “Flashlightfish prefer to stay out of the sun,” Remus reads, “hiding in deeper reef waters during the day. They have small bean-shaped pockets under either eye which are filled with billions of symbiotic bacteria that emit a biochemical light.” Sirius lets the words filter in one ear and out the other, but you’re rapt. Your wide eyes shift from the placard to the fish itself, watching as its light winks in and out. “This light is used to evade predators as well as for a visual Morse code to attract mates and communicate within schools of fish.” 

Sirius watches as the two of you stand there for a minute, Remus’ arms slung loosely over your front as blue light from the tank dances over you both. 

“You could do audiobooks,” you tell Remus. Your voice is chock full of sincerity. “You’ve got the voice for it.”

He chuckles, setting his chin on your head fondly. “You think so?”

“Mhm.” 

“Thanks, dove.”