Posts by billy.

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  • i can't think of a title, so take this lmao ( o, joining )

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Billy nervously approached, being sure to keep away a few steps from the estranged male. Poison in his veins? Was it like radiation? Would being so close kill him? With that thought in mind, the demiboy took another couple steps backwards, flattening his ears against his skull. He gritted his teeth and pulled his lips upwards into a terse smile.


    "I'm B-B-Billy Bibbit. Welcome." Stammered the felidae, twitching his bobbed tail in an anxious manner.

  • plot with this Mess

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]everything sounds Great!


    who makes? i can make some but i dont think i have enough muse to make 4 starter threads lmao

  • give into love // private

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]So Billy was back. Sort of. His memory was still failing him, leaving out a chunk of his life. And so the little demiboy was convinced he was still in the Ward, the very same one he learned to loathe and despise. His memories of ColouredClan, of his friends, his enemies, his suicides were all gone. Poof. Maybe they would come back to him, or maybe they wouldn't. Perhaps he'd live out the rest of his life in benighted ignorance. Who knew?


    So now the little creature was sitting in camp, taking in the sights and sounds. He didn't remember this part of the Ward, not one bit. Perhaps they had moved? Why didn't he notice? Ugh, he'd have to ask someone. With a little sigh, Billy took a drag of a cigarette, blowing the smoke through his cheeks. His bicolored tail furled protectively over his paws that were now dotted with cigarette burns. Old habits die hard.

  • SO TIPTOE THROUGH THE TULIPS (open; M & G) WITH MEEEEEE!

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Billy was still terribly, terribly confused by... everything. He was still convinced that ColouredClan was, in fact, not ColouredClan, but the old place he used to live, which brought up quite a few difficulties. Not that he knew, of course. Blinking orange optics the alabaster-sprayed chocolate felidae strode over, looking skittish as always. He forced a sheepish grin onto his trembling lips before taking a seat and snaking his tail around his burned paws.


    "I'm B-B-Billy Bibbit." The demiboy introduced, ducking his head and sneaking a glance up at the pretty femme. She must have been new, because he'd definitely remember a face like that.

  • i hope we both die // open, meet and greet

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]So poor little Billy Bibbit was stuck in the past. It beat being Arrah, who couldn't remember shit. But now he was convinced this place was the Ward, a mental institution he used to live way back when, not ColouredClan. That would definitely bring about problems, if it hadn't already. But no matter, for he was doing his best to make this strange situation work. Not that he knew he was amnesiac and completely wrong, but whatever.


    Chewing on the end of a lit cigarette, the demiboy sought comfort in the amber glow illuminating the dull light around him as he hid in the looming darkness of the shadows of a building. The beating sun was far too hot for the long-furred creature to sit directly in, so he spent most of his days now either inside or in the shadows, as he was now. Taking another long drag, the feline glanced around for someone to converse with.

  • i hope we both die // open, meet and greet

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Billy watched cluelessly as October rushed forth, bucket of water in hand (paw?). He had no idea what was about to happen, not until he was soaked and dripping. For a second he just sat there, unfazed, positively drenched with water. Then his lower lip bulged out and trembled, his ears pressed against his head.


    And he cried.


    Tears fell from his crybaby eyes, soaking him even more. Big baby he was, he choked on his own spit and blubbered and managed to spit out a couple dozen, "S-s-s-s-s-sorry"s. Not that he even realized what he'd done to deserve it, but that was just the way he worked.


    His glassy orange optics slid over and landed on Emma, but the sight of her just made him cry more, just because he didn't want anyone to see him like this. He opened his mouth, wet with tears and water and spit and snot, to speak, however no words came out.


    What a mess.

  • CHOICE AWARDS RESULTS

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]me and billy won shit oh my god??? thank u all i love u?


    congrats everyone else too!!!