Posts by BiLLY B.

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  • GIVE INTO LOVE, B-B-BILLY BIBBIT // billy bibbit

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    MOTHER npc
    FATHER npc
    SIBLINGS none


    CRUSH none
    SIGNIFICANT OTHER none


    OFFSPRING billy x (name) none


    FRIENDS wildestkit, natasha, impavidimagination, charcoal, others
    BEST FRIENDS none
    DISLIKES none
    ENEMIES nurse ratchet


    MENTOR none
    APPRENTICE none

  • GIVE INTO LOVE, B-B-BILLY BIBBIT // billy bibbit

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    IMPORTANT EVENTS suicide attempt(s), leaving his mother, being institutionalized, joining colouredclan


    BRIEF HISTORY grew up a loner with his mother, voluntarily went to an institution, left and joined colouredclan to get even better


    IMPORTANT THREADS joining colouredclan, promoted to bodyguard initiate, first kill, suicide attempt


    PLOTS will commit suicide, get a significant other, tba


    DETAILED HISTORY to be added

  • listen up maggots | OPEN, BATTLE BOOTCAMP

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]Oh lord. Billy wasn't the best fighter by any means necessary, however he'd tie himself in knots to look good. So he slunk over, nervously staring up. He bobbed his head, but remained otherwise silent. He just wanted to get this over with.


    // mobile

  • 'till i trip on the sidewalk and fall on my face // JOINING

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]Billy didn't quite know how to fight, either. Still, they accepted him -- whether out of pity or unknowingness. Anyway. The charcoal bengal found his way to the border and was face-to-face with the larger Maine coon. He inspected the male, blinking orange eyes. "N-n-name and b-business?" He asked with a polite smile.

  • 'till i trip on the sidewalk and fall on my face // JOINING

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]In return, Billy didn't like being shorter than people. It made him feel inferior -- even more so than he originally did. But he was naturally short, so it was hard to ignore. Whatever, he generally managed to do a decent job of hiding his feelings. Smile growing in size, he nodded. "Auto a-accepted. I'm B-B-Billy Bibbit." He stuttered, kneading the ground under his paws.

  • GIVE INTO LOVE, B-B-BILLY BIBBIT // billy bibbit

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    BILLY BIBBIT // SAN FERMIN billy, we're all gonna die / so i wouldn't try to force it


    BENEATH THE BRINE // THE FAMILY CREST all of my life / all of my days / given to you / cast away
    PUTTING THE DOG TO SLEEP // THE ANTLERS i'm not gonna die alone / i don't think so
    DRESS ME LIKE A CLOWN // MARGOT AND THE NUCLEAR SO & SO'S i am alive / and that is the best that i can do
    NASHUA // THE ANTLERS but i'm no good use / i should have been so much better for you
    NANTES // BEIRUT and in a year, a year or so / this will slip into the sea // well it's been a long time, long time now / since i've seen you smile
    BROADRIPPLE IS BURNING // MARGOT AND THE NUCLEAR SO & SO'S and i'll be hanging from a rope / i will haunt you like a ghost
    THE BALLAD OF BILLY BIBBIT // THE DAGOS trying to find the courage i lack / heaven help me
    SOUTHERN COMFORT // ARRAH AND THE FERNS cause i don't want to be your burden / i don't want you to worry for me / just know it will better now / it will be better we all will agree
    I WILL FOLLOW YOU INTO THE DARK // DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE love of mine, some day you will die / but i'll be close behind
    WAKE // THE ANTLERS when your helicopter came and tried to lift me out / i put its rope around my neck

  • plot with this gay little crybaby? :o

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]my sweet tiny billy needs some plots so!!! i thought i'd make this thread. he's open for like. literally everything but death and litters and capture and long term love. he's pan if anyone is terribly interested in a short crush type deal. he's also a hopeless romantic lmao. um!!! yeah thats about it haha
    if anyone is interested in plotting then B^)

  • BATTLE BOOTCAMP | MASS SPAR | OPEN

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]Oh no. Oh no, no, no. Billy awkwardly scampered over, fear laced in his orange optics as they scanned the odd terrain. He flicked the tip of his tail, claws uncomfortably sliding out of their sheathes as he searched for an opponent.

  • DO YOU LOVE ME, DEAR? / open, injured

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]"I n-n-n-need some h-h-help." The stammering call of the charcoal Bengal tabby. Blood soaked his forearms, deep gashes sliced through his flesh. Usually, he'd never do this -- never ask for help, but this time the cuts were much deeper than he'd anticipated. His vision was growing blurry and standing was slowly becoming increasingly difficult. Fear flashed behind his eyes; if his mother could only see him now, see what he'd been reduced to-- God, the thought sent pain throughout his entire body. He was a stupid fucking disgrace.

  • DO YOU LOVE ME, DEAR? / open, injured

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]Billy had expected two, maybe three people to show. Seeing the members swarm around him, the domestic feline shrunk back, flattening his ears against his head. He should've just stayed quiet, not said anything, and dealt with it by himself. He swallowed a lump in his throat and sat down, another wave of dizziness enveloping him. He closed his October orange eyes, words flying around him.


    The Bibbit let everyone do what they wanted to his legs -- he just sat there and took it, not wanting to say, "false alarm, everyone go home". They weren't that stupid. The moss and cobwebs and whatever the hell else everyone put on his legs hurt, however he was slowly becoming numb to it all.


    "N-n-n-n-no one h-h-hurt me." Billy stammered, tripping over his words. What was he supposed to do? Lying was hard for the male, especially with his stutter. It got horrible -- much worse than it already was.


    Billy released a shaky sigh. "I-it's ok-okay, I'm f-f-f-fine." He said, putting on his most reassuring, fake smile he could manage.

  • JUST TOO MUCH FOR YOU / private

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]Billy had been taking it easy the past few days. His forearms were still a hot mess, wrapped in cobwebs and scar tissue building up around his wounds. But it was nice, just to lounge around. Different, however it was horribly lonely. Jaws parted in a loud yawn, the Bengal glanced around for someone to talk with.

  • LADIES MARY / private

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]His life so far in ColouredClan had been.... interesting, to say the least. He'd been there for a short amount of time and already had a new world of friends and acquaintances and tons more to make. But not everything was happy and dandy in his little new world. He'd relapsed rather shortly after joining, and now felt horrible. He wanted to die, to jump in the river with a cinderblock. He couldn't, not yet. He'd come here for therapeutic reasons, and so he'd try his damnedest to get better. With a little sigh, the demiboy glanced around for someone to talk with.

  • BLEARY EYE-D BLUE / private

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]Opening his orange eyes, Billy parted his jaws in a yawn. By the looks of the position of the sun, he'd slept in way more than he'd hoped for. But that was fine; he'd had a busy couple of days and deserved some sleep. But now, he wanted to do something -- sleeping was fun and all, but he wanted to move around and talk to someone. So, the Bengal stood up and walked around in vague search of someone to converse with.

  • DO YOU LOVE ME, DEAR? / open, injured

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]they're on both of his front legs, relatively deep ))


    As help rushed for him, he blinked and released a shuddery exhale. He didn't want this much attention;e he didn't deserve it. He tried to listen to what Kestrel was saying, in the event that this ever happened again so he wouldn't have to be so pathetic. However, the words went in one ear and out the other, and everything sounded fuzzy, like everyone was talking on the radio with a bad connection. He closed his eyes again, gritting his teeth.


    "Y-y-yes, s-sir." Billy stammered in response to the Doctor, eyes sliding back open. He slowly turned to Wildestkit, catching little bits of what she was saying. Of course, it was easy to see that she wanted him to eat the herbs she was holding out to him. Nodding, he swallowed whatever herbs she'd just administered, grimacing at the taste. Ew.