#bamiromi

[hayaeto]

Got inspired by that one scene from ep16 lol

[starrymuya]

This is so canon I’m crying 😭😭😭

[rudimentaryflair]

TKDB ships

[slice-0f-anime]

first post in a while, tkdb and taiga/romeo fans please let me into your secret society I need to talk about this game with people </3

What being friends with Romeo is like on the outside:

What being friends with Romeo is really like:

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I feel like we all know taiga is just a weirdo who does what he wants when he wants to, but I was intrigued by why he went after haru and rui for seemingly no reason. Then I found out they were friends with romi and would you look at that...

[819x220]

[guesswhatimasimp]

"The prettiest thing," he said.

[gaytoesugayru]

me and my vice dorm leader dont argue he shoots me in the head and I walk it off like a man

[timeslipcamp]

"So. What do you want me to do? Tell me."

[twainxend]

love all your angles especially when they’re wrong

nail polish — Holywatr

[inspiredmanofthequill]

the real reason romi went info gathering alone in ep 16 was cause if taiga saw him flirting with someone, he'd destroy the place, leaving no survivors and he knows this

[kusanagihaku]

but baby (life is more than this) 

⭢ bamiromi, 1.5k

Maybe this future is dark, Taiga thinks, like all the futures that have come before it – but here Romeo is, luminous, silvered moonlight cradled in the fierce of his eyes and the burn of his hands. And so here Taiga will have to be. or: bamiromi after the events of episode 16. on ao3 here / masterlist.

okay i know there are like two more popular theories abt taiga’s stigma rn (one being that he has memories of the future & the other being that he’s the only one aware that they’re in a time loop) so this is based on the latter & set after episode 16... spoilers! ✌🏻

“–can’t fucking believe that DOF. He better fucking count his days–“ 

Taiga shifts from where he is sprawled out on the sofa. The red velvet itches under his fingers. “Just say the word, Lulu. You know I’d blow up this whole school for ya.” 

Romeo twists around, snarling. The fear in his eyes pulls Taiga’s heart out like the pin of a grenade. 

“You’re always promising you have my back. You’re always telling me not to worry. But all you did on this mission was watch me and that BB nearly die–“ 

Taiga’s lips thin. 

He has lived through this reality so many times he can barely keep track of which girl it is this time, whether it is the one who shot Ritsu in the foot in her first week or the one that tried to run away from Darkwick with that… that corpse from Obscuary. Or a completely different one. 

They all wear the same face anyway, in this nightmare. 

They all die in the end. 

Taiga spins the gun in his hand. The gold metal gleams in the dim lamplight of his bedroom, warms up against the heat of his skin.

What has he learnt, really, from all these years, lived over and over again? Nothing that can stop the loop. Nothing that can stop the school from bursting into flames, nothing that can stop Romeo from dying in his arms. 

As much as he wants to break the cycle, to leave this fucking desert with Romeo in his arms, it all ends in flames anyway. 

He traces the crease between Romeo’s brows now, the stiff of Romeo’s spine. The arc of his hands, slicing through moonlight as Romeo yells stab after stab at him- how soft they look, how strong– 

It doesn’t matter which loop Taiga finds himself in – in every single one Romeo is cold and bright and beautiful, even when he is breaking.  

“–and what good is that? When all you do is spend your time on the floor, gambling! You don’t answer your calls, you don’t sign forms, you don’t come to half the meetings needed to keep this goddamn place running! I get that you don’t see a future in this fucking school, but it doesn’t mean I’m going to–“ 

Romeo stops, then. 

He looks at Taiga, tilts his head. 

Then, slowly, tightly, “You’ve given up, haven’t you.” 

Taiga looks, looks at Romeo this time. His eyes rake over the clench of Romeo’s fists, the tremble of his lip. The short, quick breaths that Romeo is taking, the aftershock of his realisation shuddering through his thin shoulders as he tries to hold himself together. 

I haven’t, Taiga wants to say. I haven’t. Not while you’re still alive. 

But has he? 

Back in Shi San Long, wrapped up in filthy sheets with Romeo’s fingers on his waist and his hands in Romeo’s hair, didn’t he ask for them to stay? Didn’t he whisper for their time together to last longer, longer, longer?

Once the Hundun disappeared, he and Romeo would have had the run of the place. He’d have taken the whole of San Cha Hui, claimed its entire underbelly, just for Romeo. They would have lived, even if the entirety of Darkwick crashed and burned around them. 

But would they? Would they? 

Has there been any room for safety, really, between the palms of their hands? 

The warding card rests on the coffee table between them. The hole in the middle of the cursed snowdrop  yawns at him, gapes wide open. 

Taiga exhales. Romeo looks away. 

He watches Romeo’s shoulders sag, then square. He watches the desert moon spill in through his open window and glint in off the gilded frames of his furniture, tangle itself into the threads of Romeo’s hair and outline the regal sharp of his nose. He watches Romeo prepare himself for the inevitable, steel himself for another loss—

Maybe this future is dark, Taiga thinks, like all the futures that have come before it – but here Romeo is, luminous, silvered moonlight cradled in the fierce of his eyes and the burn of his hands. 

And so here Taiga will have to be. 

He stands up, a smooth, fluid motion that takes Romeo’s attention off the marbled floor and onto him. When he reaches to tilt Romeo’s chin up they both pretend not to notice the swim of tears Romeo blinks away.  

“Lulu,” he murmurs, and feels Romeo deflate, infinitesimally, into the warmth of his palm. His thumb brushes the small scrape on Romeo’s cheek, one he’s sure Romeo will screech at when he begins his night routine later. “Hey.” 

Romeo does not look at him. He fiddles, instead, with the collar of Taiga’s shirt. “You stained your shirt again. Blood.” 

Romeo’s words have shrunk. They no longer slide, smooth vowels like sultry pearls, off Taiga’s skin, but they do not bite either. He sounds, instead… defeated. 

His Lulu, always full of fight and bright.

It twists Taiga’s heart. 

“Lulu,” he says, again, more urgently this time. He waits until Romeo turns his empty eyes, beautiful, glittering, exhausted, up to meet his. “Promised ya, didn’t I, way back then– I’m in your corner. Always. Even if nothing matters in the end.” 

He brushes the hair away from Romeo’s eyes. “Pick fights with that asshole all you want. Pick them with the whole damn school. I‘ll fight the battles ya pick. Always.” 

Romeo doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t have to – Taiga has spent enough time mapping every single one of Romeo’s tells to know. The way his shoulders drop. The way his gaze falls between them, half-lidded and shadowed. The way he leans into the arm Taiga has curled around his hip, boneless, spent.  

The way he melts into Taiga like he doesn’t know where he ends and Taiga begins, a concordance that melts like sugar on the tip of Taiga’s tongue, sweeter, warmer than any anomaly he could ever taste. 

If this was one of those old Italian movies Romeo loves so much, Taiga thinks, they would be dancing by now, waxed shoes clicking in black and white against where the moonlight has spilled onto his bedroom floor, feet following a melody only the omniscience can hear. But this is not a movie, and Taiga has never learnt how to dance, has never learnt how to handle the grace that is now leaning into his arms, tired and trusting, and so he pulls Romeo closer and does all he knows – he presses a kiss into the silver of Romeo’s hair, holds him close, and promises him, fierce and silent: that come whatever Darkwick has planned for us in this life, we will stand up to face it, my hand on your back, my gun beside yours. That whoever you decide to trust and whatever you choose to do and however far you fall, I will always, always be here to catch you. That this world has made us both tough, solid, unsure, but with me– oh, with me you will never have to be. 

When Romeo leans up to kiss him, it is silent, desperate. It is pleading, trembling – it is Romeo asking for help, in the only way he knows how. 

Romeo’s grip tighten around his arm. Taiga presses back. He maps the city of Romeo’s mouth; Romeo’s fingers map the streets of his spine. They stumble backwards, until Romeo’s knees hit the bed and they fall apart, until Romeo’s tongue strips away everything Taiga knows about this world, and the world before, and the world before that, until there is nothing left. Until there is only him, and Romeo, and the ever-changing reality beneath their feet. 

For all that Romeo shines like the twilit moon, in every world it is him that Taiga revolves around. Will always revolve around, for the rest of their days. 

Taiga sinks himself into the sea of Romeo’s skin, and inhales. 

There has only ever been one thing good about living through this nightmare again and again, about forgetting and remembering over and over: learning to mold himself into Romeo, in nine hundred different ways. Watching his startled smile, rare and unrestrained, fill the whole room, watching the sparkle in his eyes gleam brighter than any gem that has ever passed through their blood-stained hands. Tracing Romeo’s alabaster skin with his own blood-stained hands. Falling in love with every version of Romeo, again and again and again— 

The word love fills Taiga’s throat with flames. 

Oh, this future will be dark, like all the futures that have come before it. There is no doubt about it. 

But the light of the moon has to be reflected from somewhere, and if there is something, one thing Taiga has learnt from living this loop over and over again, it is that he will burn himself alive to make sure Romeo keeps shining. 

The word threatens to burst from his lips. 

Taiga lets it. 

[sinostra-desert-grain-of-sand]

bamiromi but it goes both ways and they never talk about it

[starrymuya]

I guess now we know the reason for Taiga’s manspreading- //no

[edwardhartenjoyer]

I love how these two came out and I couldn't help myself, the Bamiromi feelings were too hard to deny.

Text ID: Darling I'll die for you. I can't live in a world without you, but I can die knowing you'll live.

No text version under the cut.

[m1rr0r1ng]

Hii welcome to tumblr, since you draw shipart what's your favorite ship?

Thanks for asking! If you’ve seen my banner, it’s probably obvious—Hakusuba is my favourite！

Here are some of the other ships （top/bottom make sense）I really like too, though it’s not a complete list~

[atlaskrr]

gang the bamiromi brainrot was so strong i heard a clip of toxic by britney spears play from my classmates phone and instantly doubled over due to the fact a bamiromi edit flashed through my brain instantly