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[wolveswithblackpearls]

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[khaoala]

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FIRST KANAPHAN as KANT and KHAOTUNG THANAWAT as BISON pilot and official trailer of THE HEART KILLERS

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[sailorjisunq]

all I wanted was you to stay

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[trailblazerkisser]

bibi & amy matching icons... ♡

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[akaseo]

Bibi (soloist) layout!

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[sevenverses]

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[feketeribizli]

nothing feels better than somehow giving lance better strategies in the stupid fucking clash game and having him outdrive kimi over and over

[airbendertendou]

SOMETHING SOMBER TO MiSS! ♥︎ chishiya shuntaro

synopsis : three years after breaking up, your ex-boyfriend seems appalled by how you've changed, and the new company you keep.

recomended songs — exes, tate mccrae ; bibi vengance, bibi ; diablo, lexie liu ; 505, arctic monkeys

cw ; typical aib death nd gore ; reader is a physical fighter nd i wont apologize abt it ; the militants themselves lmao ; oblivious reader who holds everyones attention <3

TAGLIST : @chaotickyrith @valleyofheartz

♧ ♡ if you have a blank blog [no bio, no user, no header or profile pic, nothing reblogged, etc] do not interact with my content. you will be blocked. ♢ ♤

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Oil fries in the pan as you flip the meat you're cooking, the side dishes already prepared and ready to eat. You hum with a nod, satisfied with the spread you've cooked — happy the recipes you read came in handy and turned out well.

The front door slides open and a smile falls onto your lips unconciously. You don't turn from the stove as you speak, "welcome home, Shuntaro!"

He grunts in response, kicking his shoes off and throwing his work bag to the side. Sliding up beside you, Chishiya eyes the food you cooked curiously, nodding his head the way you did earlier. You grin, "hard day? Did they let you work with patients today?"

"Still a student, technically," he responds. Chishiya grabs the cutlery you need, filling one cup with your drink and the other with his own. He grabs one of the dishes, absentmindedly setting it on the table. "Proabaly won't be around people for a while still."

You frown, following behind him. "That sucks. You're the smartest person in that building."

The left side of his lips quirk up, "thank you."

Hitting his arm lightly, you can't fight your own grin. "As if I needed to inflate your ego anymore."

The only sound is your eating — conversation with Chishiya never felt needed. You often found comfort in his silence ; found it easy to be in his presence. When your food is finished and you're washing the dishes, you notice him lingering in the doorway. You let him take his time — sometimes, your boyfriend simply needed a moment or two before his thoughts could escape his head.

But, he never spoke up. Chishiya simply stood there, staring at you and through you simultaneously. You blinked at him, hands still soapy, "everything okay, 'taro?"

“Let’s break up.”

You pause, a wobbly smile masking the strain in your throat. You face him fully, “what?”

“Let’s break up.” He doesn't meet your eyes as he speaks. He looks over your shoulder — looks to the pictures of you together throughout the two years you'd been dating.

“…why?” You wipe your hands dry, hoping to hide how they tremble. Chishiya eyes them through furrowed eyes — he noticed. You hide them helplessly anyways.

He shrugs passively, “I’m bored.”

“And nothing I say will change your mind?” It's now that he meets your gaze. It's dark — empty as he looks at you. Ice crawls into your chest, settling there as your breathing begins to get heavy. You nod slowly and look to the floor. “Okay. Let’s break up, Chishiya.”

You hope the sound of his last name burns him as much as it did you.

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Music hits the pool area as you walk out, nodding to the beat you hear. Grinning at those you're familiar with, you perk up at your chosen group. The ones who brought you in when you were lonely.

"Ni—ra—gi!" you sing as you approach him. Sat on his lap is a girl with her bikini top slipping down slowly. Her lipstick is smeared and her cheeks flushed as her eyes widen at your voice. "Oh, am I interrupting?"

Niragi glares — he's really just hiding his laughter, "you always do. What do you want?"

You hum slyly, going behind the girl to settle her bathing suit correctly. Her breathing picks up and her hips twitch at your touch — Niragi hides his snort. "Have some newbies Hatter is welcoming. Wanna check 'em out?" You bend so that you're eye to eye with the stranger, "or keep having fun instead?"

With a squeak, the girl practically launches from Niragi's hold and skitters away. You blink owlishly, "was it something I said?"

Niragi's loud, boisterous laughter leaves a trail as you sneak into the secret meeting. Aguni eyes you before rolling his eyes discreelty and tuning back into what Hatter is saying. It's the same spiel you were given — this was a free paradise that only called for your loyalty. Loyalty being the cards you earned every game, of course.

If someone was going home, it was going to be Hatter first and foremost.

You eye the trio standing in the middle of the room, watching as the shorter male fidgets. He glances around — meets your gaze and gulps. He mutters to the girl he’s with, tugging on the end of his shirt.

Grinning, you lean close to Niragi and lower your voice to a whisper. “Traitor.”

“Them?” He raises an eyebrow, incredulous. “You really think?”

You put your hand out, “wanna bet?” Niragi clicks his tongue as you wiggle your fingers, insisting he shakes your hand. “Hm?”

He shoves your hand away, “never making a bet with you. Not again.”

As the meeting concludes, you grin widely.

Your name is called as Hatter beckons you forward. He leans on the desk in front of his card display, grinning as his top men join him. He gestures grandly, his arms open wide. "Liking your promotion?"

It's a silent nod to the gun strapped to your thigh — to the absence of a bathing suit. Aguni crosses his arms lightly, sticking his chin out. You grin — recently, it's starting to look more and more like Niragi's teasing smile than anything like yours. "It's fun enough."

Hatter laughs loudly at your words. He nods his head, "rumor has it you could beat any of my militants, anyways. Would rather have you on our side — on my side."

Niragi slings an arm around your shoulders as he hums in agreement. "Not a good idea to get on this one's bad side. I've seen it — scary shit."

Hatter cackles again as Mira eyes you now. She tilts her head a little, deciding to speak up. "Wonder where that temper of yours came from."

You simply grin again, closing your eyes with a sweet facade. "An old friend. That's all."

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When he's recruited to the Beach, Chishiya isn't sure what to think. The man he was partnered with was lasered at the last second, leaving Chishiya in a remaining duo. The woman — Rei, she said — eyed him warily before nodding.

An unspoken rule of the Beach was the ability to bring more people in — more cards in.

It's a loud place, music booming and people cheering as if they aren't in danger. In the entry way of the hotel, there's a small crowd gathering, whooping and jeering. Chishiya unknowingly strays closer to the circle and away from his tour guide.

In the middle, a man with his hair half-up is laughing loudly. His arm is around someone else as they stand over the bleeding lump of a person on the floor. As he laughs, Chishiya can see the shine of a tongue ring gleaming in the lights. His arm is tapped and he's dragged back to the introduction of everyone.

For a second, though, Chishiya thought he caught a glance of you.

Hatter calls for a meeting, as he usually does to welcome newcomers. Niragi stands with his gun slung over his shoulder — Chishiya squints his eyes, thinking of how familiar he looks before his attention is taken.

A long, lanky figure begins to speak to Aguni. The only indication of the conversation is the raise of his eyebrows — he seems surprised by something. Aguni's lips part, as if he's going to speak, before he eyes Hatter and his mouth falls shut.

The door behind him opens and Chishiya feels cold. A shiver runs down his spine, trickling in line with the sweat that's built up. He keeps his eyes to the ground, as if he subconciuosly knows danger is around. A sharp, musical lilt of someone humming interupts the meeting in the room.

"The traitors," it can't be, "have been taken care of, your highness."

Stock-still and frigid Chishiya stands as you come into view. You look different — it's been three years — a wide, estranged grin on your face as you ignore the blood dripping down your face. Niragi saunters up to you, "the hell happened?"

"Had a knife," you let out an annoyed breath, sweeping at the cut above your eyebrow. "Not a very good one, though."

Hatter's laughter calls everyones attention back his way. His grin is just as wide as yours — just as corrupted and red. "Thank you, [Name]! For your sacrifice, the Beach will live another day."

You simply bow your head before standing with Aguni — the militants, Chishiya remembers.

Tilting his head, the blond secretly looks you over. You'd gotten toned — leg and arm muscles built and presenting themselves nicely in your shorts and shirt. You stood relaxed, surrounded by numerous weapons and threatening figures had no impact on you at all. Maybe you were part of that threatening crowd now — part of the fear that clung to the Beach.

Chishiya wondered if you'd noticed his differences as well — his longer, lighter hair and how he slouched more when he stood. He wondered if you'd even seen him in the first place.

Sharp, animalistic eyes catch his gaze. The lanky, tattooed figure watched him before saying something to the pierced one from before. Chishiya shot his eyes away before either had the chance to see him staring.

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"Seem to have caught the newbies attention." Niragi speaks casually as you roam the hallways. He lets out a snort, rolling his eyes and head until he's looking at Last Boss.

Last Boss grins, "always do."

You curl your nose, swatting away the rifle Niragi holds on his shoulder — it'd bounced your way one too many times. "We had a newbie?"

Standing in disbelief, Last Boss pauses in the middle of the hallway. He looks Niragi's way, mouth parted in shock before he's slowly shaking his head. "[Name], you are..."

"Something," a feminine voice speaks up. The girl is with a crowd of three, her eyes trailing up and down your body slowly. She turns to wink your way as her friends scatter. "Something, truly!"

With a giggle, she's gone.

Before they can comment, a bell is tolled, signaling the time for games. Niragi lets out a huff, following behind as you wrap your arm in Last Boss'. A stranger allowed their attraction for you to overcome their fear for everyone else. You had to be magic.

— ♧ ♡ ♢ ♤ —

You had to be magic.

It was a spade's game, to Chishiya's disinterest. He'd made an acquaintance — Kuina agreed on wanting to leave before Hatter, and had a history of combat. She would be useful in these games — except, they switched games at the last minute.

Chishiya couldn't have regretted it more.

You seemed to be the star of the show, everyone focused on you as your fellow militants grinned ferally. Poser — a four of spades where one player selected was not who they said they were. It should've been a hearts game, maybe diamond.

Said player could only be exposed by the color of their 'blood'.

Everyone was given a heavy, white t-shirt full of paint. Red meant you were human — blue meant you were an imposter. Chishiya gulps at the display in front of him. The red staining your skin wasn't just paint — he looked down apathetically at the two half-concious people who'd taken you on beforehand.

"You." A friend of yours is looking his way, at his pristine, unstained shirt. They tilt their head, "let us see your insides, hm?"

Letting out a huff, you swipe the sweat off of your forehead. Three others have joined you in your battle — think some of these people are actually dead. Standing straight, you see a newer militant cornering someone ahead. Shrugging, you saddle up beside them to help.

Your voice dies in your throat.

Dark, almost empty eyes meet yours and you hold back a gag. They shine sparsely, with disgust, maybe empathy and the smallest hint of regret. Your fist clenches around your trusty knife, praying to it that your voice won't break. "...Chishiya."

He almost jumps when he notices your attention on him. The stray militant has joined into the clump of fighters feet away — it's only the two of you once more. He lets out a breath, "[Name]..."

Your fist connects with his cheek before you can think. Chishiya stumbles back — doesn't have time to guard himself before you're nailing your fists into him once again. Your knees connect to the floor harshly as you go down, following his body as he collapses.

How dare he call you so casually? So lovingly? Your swing misses — Chishiya simply stares up at you. How dare he come into the world — this solace of sorts and destroy the walls you'd built? How dare he — three years later — still linger on your tongue and in your thoughts?

A choked, staggered sob leaves your lips as the voice overhead chimes.

"Game complete!"

Chishiya is still laying on the ground as you stand on wobbling legs. His eyes are half-lidded, hazy as he gazes at you, stock still. The red under his broken nose copies the red bleeding from his shirt. Not the traitor this time, at least.

You let out another sob before turning, grabbing the card and leaving the game.

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a part two is already in the works! have to figure out a definite plot, is all <3 if you’d like to be tagged in this series or any other aib work, let me know!! ♥︎

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[khaoala]

the gif at your header (idk how we call this here) got me going insane,,,, the way kant shudders when bison touches his lips on his neck omg... so much to unpack eu nunca serei normal sobre eles bibi

eu tive que reescrever esse ask umas três vezes pq meu computador dava tela azul ou a internet caia, mas enfim! poisé né, amg, eu pessoalmente, me tornarei completamente insuportável quando tivermos THK e principalmente KantBison entre nós, sinto muito mesmo.

you see, i'm very fond of this header because it's the official version of my previous one from the pilot trailer, and even though there were a few other scenes that fully deserved to be always seen (i'm looking at you bondage + jesus shirt), this one, as you you've pointed out, has so much to offer.

as i said previously, i had to rewrite this a few times for technical issues, so excuse me, i'm not as eloquent anymore. but i want to talk about the little twitch on kant's eyebrow as soon as bison kisses his neck. there's just something particularly delicious with the way kant's head is thrown back and his chest is all exposed. he's asking to be bitten, and he has a beautiful horny man on his lap that i'm sure would love to mark him all over.

i also love the way kant's thumb is brushing over bison's arm. it makes it feel… dependable? (and here i am again hoping they'll introduce kant to the whole kinky/bdsm thing in a healthy way. logically, i have no reason to believe it won't be the case bc one of the main plot points for seesawliu in the warp effect was communication (and the lack of it), but also, we don't even know this man yet, maybe he was already into this and was lucky to get himself an assassin boyfriend who's into that, too).

we also can't forget the mirror. the mirror really is something. it's positioned really interestingly, too, as someone who doesn't have tattoos and never been to a studio, idk if it's common to have a mirror so close when you're tattooing/being tattooed, but i appreciate it for this scene, especially because you can see kant's hand on bison's thigh which is the obvious place for it to be, but i was so pleasantly surprised.

you know, anon, i can fucking wait to have this full scene in its glory. it'll be fantastic. you might not hear from me for a while bc i'll pass out (that's a lie, i'll be giffing the shit out of those).

[sailorjisunq]

비비 + felix

[the-catboy-minyan]

What does the hebrew on your bio mean? And in the intro?

I’m curious about language x

the Hebrew in my bio is my name and pronouns, and the following two phrases:

"what is hateful to you, don't do to your neighbor"

"Bibi supporters fuck off" (not that I've knowingly encountered any pro bibi users on my blog but eh)

and the hebrew in my header is an inside joke for Hebrew speakers only, yeah sorry I'm gatekeeping this, it's is an amazing quote by my favorite Rabbi Nathan Bayad and only Hebrew speakers are allowed to know what it says ^-^ (use google lens)

[writtentragedies]

INDIE, SELECTIVE / PRIVATE (MUTUALS ONLY) MULTIMUSE BLOG FOR CHARACTERS FROM SUPERNATURAL, RESIDENT EVIL, THE WALKING DEAD & MORE. Low activity / Slow replies. Written by Bibis, 26, she/her. Minors DNI.

GUIDELINES / HEADCANONS / MEMES.

Muse List:

Supernatural: Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester // Resident Evil: Leon Kennedy, Ada Wong & Jill Valentine // The Walking Dead: Carl Grimes & Beth Greene // Game of Thrones - asoiaf: Robb Stark // MCU's Iron man: Tony Stark // Prison Break: Michael Scofield

Affiliated with: @lockedtowers / @cautionsissued

Credit / Mobile friendly guidelines & stuff under the cut.

Hey! You can call me Bibis or Bibi, I’m 26 and roleplaying has been a hobby of mine for over ten years now. You might’ve stumbled upon of of my blogs in the past, I used to write Tony Stark under the url heroofiron & Robb Stark under the urls direwolfofwinter, wintersking & unbeatenwclf. Currently I only have one other rp blog (orangeshinigami) and that’s where you can find me when I’m not on here.

So let’s get the fun started–

DISCLAIMER

I do not own any of the characters portrayed here or anything on this blog other than my writing.

CREDIT

icons - lanadelrph, baseicons, huntforgifs-blog, luluxaj, aerialdive, thehollowedartists, avasgraphics - icon border: fleursourceold // icons + background images used on the theme + pinned image & divider: lockedtowers (pngs used on said images: cavalierfou ); icon border: b1gtimerush

character banners: lockedtowers - vines used on the banners: Ladesire on deviantart

Header / promo template / dash icon: poohsources

DO NOT:

Pester me for replies. I am slow, very much so, I have chores & other hobbies + I’m going through some pretty rough stuff irl now so I may be offline for days upon days sometimes. If we’re mutuals, feel free to ask for my discord though, I’m willing to rp over there too!

Force a ship on me. That’s happened before and it was an extremely unpleasant situation. I like writing intricate stories, exploring many kinds of relationships and not just romantic ones so if shipping is all you care about, I’m not the right blog for you. That doesn’t mean I won’t ever write shippy things, I just like to do some plotting first, work on building the bond between our muses, that’s much better than just instashipping.

Follow me or approach me to write with you if you’re under the age of 18. Most muses on this blog are from horror franchises so mature themes will be present here almost on a daily basis and interacting with minors when I write this type of characters would make me uncomfortable.

Godmod. Some mild stuff is fine but if we’re writing a scene where a fight is taking place or something, don’t severely hurt or kill my character without plotting that with me first, that would be just rude.

DO

Send me memes! It’s the best way to start interacting with me since I don’t post starter calls that often. And even if I haven’t reblogged any prompts, you can still send me things. I love getting random asks! Just always remember to specify which of the muses I play you’d like a response from. :)

Plot with me! I consider myself to be pretty creative and I just love coming up with a bunch of AU’s!! Crossovers are also something I adore, so please don’t be afraid to message me to plot.

Send me asks about my portrayal + personal headcanons. I do intend to post character bios, headcanons soon but like I said before I’m slow, so that might take a while. If you have any questions about anything regarding any of the muses I play on here, feel free to ask though! I’ll be more than happy to reply.

Interact with me ooc! ooc interactions are just as important as ic ones to me, I like befriending my rp partners as that gives me so much motivation to reply to threads and such! I promise I’m super friendly. <3

ADDITIONAL INFO:

So this is sort of a horror-themed blog so things like blood and violence won’t be tagged, if things do get a little too explicit however, I will be tagging the posts as “[insert trigger here] cw”, smut and the like will be tagged as nsfw and put under a read more. Let me know if you ever need anything specific to be tagged & I’ll do my best to have everything tagged accordingly.  

I do some formatting and usually add icons to my replies. But if you don’t do that, it’s fine, I don’t really care about that and I will still write with you so no worries!

I write some characters from video games here and I know some people prefer to use rl faceclaims for those while others just use screencaps from the games to make icons. I'm okay with either, really and will adapt to my rp partner's choice regarding that when we're writing together. 

My Resident Evil muses are heavily affiliated with my friend's ( cautionsissued ), since we've done lots of plotting together for them. So her muses Chris, Claire, Carlos, Mia, Rose and Sherry are my mains. But if you write one of those characters too, don't worry, I still will rp with you, it just won't be set in my main/default verse but in a different one. I'm always open to plotting and starting new au's as stated above, that being said-- never let me having a main for a certain character discourage you from writing with me!

I tend to get a little carried away while writing replies sometimes, but never feel like you have to match the length of said replies! Quality over quantity always. :’)

That’s about it, thank you so much for reading these!