#iamnotbam

[everthebringer]

high five for life (savant remix) by blood command is amaze and gives me bam muse (useless on here i know but w/e) and i love it.

[everthebringer]

i always love, on sites (or on tumblr) when characters ask bam if he has a deathwish. like... yeah, basically, i mean have you met him?

[everthebringer]

want to rp, but only have muse for bam, but bam doesn't want to do shit, but want to rp.

[everthebringer]

ooc: someone on a site i'm on just described bam (iamnotbam) as 'like bread mold' because 'he grows on you' i'm crying that is so perfect.

[everthebringer]

ooc: so i got bored and found a post with weavesilk on it so i've ended up making one for a number of characters... i based it on the colours i think of when i think of these characters, though there's only like six colours to pick from + grey/black.

they're all links because the actual images wouldn't come onto tumblr.

1) bringer

2) famine

3) inc

4) war

5) death

6) pestilence

7) martel

edit: done two more

8) sherlock

9) bam

[everthebringer]

ooc: hopping over to iamnotbam 'cause i have heaps of bam muse. might be back over here later. might not. idk.

[islandfireminion]

iamnotbam:

Shuffling through the corridors of the 'Dome, Bam's gaze was fixated on the floor as he moved silently. Reaching the door he was looking for, he stepped up to it before hesitating. They wouldn't care, would they? Ha, who would?

His gaze dropped from the door in front of him to the floor and he paused before lifting his hand as though it weighed as much as a Jaeger and knocking twice. His hand dropped again. Bam's gaze didn't lift as he waited for the door to open, tears forming in his eyes at the thoughts that were buzzing around his head - the exact reason he had turned up, even though when he usually felt like this he avoided human contact until it went away...

"Who is it?" Alika called cheerfully, their attention turned to one of the three guitars they collected from one source or another. Someone had once said it was a sin that they were collecting guitars but couldn't play them, so Alika had been focusing their spare time into just that. It was mostly from playing along with their favorite songs but they'd gotten their hands on a book of chords. So involved were they that when the call went unanswered, they had half a mind to ignore it completely. It was probably no one, anyway, or someone picking the wrong door or name.  But some unreasonable force was persistent enough to rouse Alika and push them to the door in question. Frowning, they opened it and peeked out. They were immediately glad, too.  "Bam my man!" They threw the door open, a wide grin parting their face until a worried pout sealed it up again. Alika crouched down a bit, trying to make Bam look at them. "What's up? What's wrong? Bambo?" 

[daughterofanchorage-blog]

"--You know, even though you've been here before, I'm still pretty sure you're not authorised to be in here."