Troubled.

Indie & selective / private multimuse blog for characters from Supernatural, Resident Evil, The Walking dead and more. Written by Bibis. Read guidelines before interacting.

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INDIE, SELECTIVE / PRIVATE (MUTUALS ONLY) MULTIMUSE BLOG FOR CHARACTERS FROM SUPERNATURAL, RESIDENT EVIL, THE WALKING DEAD & MORE. Low activity / Slow replies. Written by Bibis, 27, 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 27 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!

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She’s humming to herself as she sets the table, wanting it picture perfect for him. Various gifts— a hand carved dagger, a DVD set she found of Scooby Doo, a new pair of his favorite jeans, and a blanket more for her than for him sit wrapped and boxed at the end of the table. she’s even got a purple dress on, loosely inspiring her outfit by daphne blake. her excitement clear when Dean steps into the kitchen.

“Deanie!” Cassie’s wrapped around him in a second, practically climbing up his front to press a kiss to his cheek before dropping back to the floor, tugging him over to see the display. “I got you two flavors of pie, cherry and apple, whipped cream, a cupcake for the candle, bacon mac and cheese, jerky, oh!”

she grabs the two different types of beer next. “i know you usually get this one, but this one looked fancier so i got it for you, too. and this tea i thought we could try later.” She puts everything back down as she dashes back to him, arms on his chest as she looks up into his eyes, pure adoration in her gaze. “Happy birthday, Deanie!”

cassie @ dean for his birthday

bibis is lame and is replying to dean's bday asks 3 months late <3 // @lockedtowers

Before he met her, his birthday had never been a special occasion-- he hadn't been used to celebrating it, not really. But the moment Cassie stepped into his life, everything had started changing, including the way he viewed his own birthday.

& now every year, ( or almost every year-- sometimes he got caught up at work, unfortunately ) this was what he'd find upon walking into the kitchen on the 24th of January: A feast, pretty much. His favorite food, sweets, beverages-- God, he felt so grateful, more than words could ever express.

There was a smile on his face, a smile filled with warmth as he wrapped his arms around Cassie to pull her into a lingering embrace. "Thank you-- You know I really, really appreciate every little thing you do for me, yeah?" He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and so as not to let things get too sappy, as Dean drew back from the hug, he said:

"Wow, you look damn good in that dress. I have a feeling you'd look better without it, though."

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”Daddy, daddy, daddy!” Samantha rushes over, nearly jumping into her father’s arms before he can even enter the room. Neither Cassie nor Claire were able to keep up with the toddler. Far too excited that her father came home. “happy birthday, daddy!” she states excitedly, pointing over towards the kitchen. “me n’ mama make pie!”

bibis is lame and is replying to dean's bday asks 3 months late <3 // @cautionsissued

He had made it and he kind of wanted to give himself a pat on the back for that-- because hell yes, he deserved it. He also deserved a beer or two... Or three. Anyway, he had never wanted to be done with a case and go back home as much as he had during this particular case-- damn werewolves, such a headache ( but it was all over now, thanks to his determination and silver bullets, of course ). And one might wonder why Dean had been so eager to get home, well, it was his birthday. & he'd never gotten to spend that date with his daughter... Until now.

& boy did he want to create some good 'father and daughter spending quality time together' memories. "Hey, sweetie. Come here," he greeted, picking the little girl up. "Really? Oh darling I'm sure that's gonna be the best pie I'll ever try in my life."

[lustedeaths]

The knock upon the door was so soft, it was barely perceptible. Or perhaps she hoped for its absence—hoped to be left alone.

These days, Freya didn't make for very good company; never fully present, unreceptive to people's attempts to provide comfort or support. It was useless, after all. Her grief was one none could understand, and she didn't have it in her to explain. Not when she could barely make sense of it herself.

Still, she could make the distinction between withdrawal and outright dismissal, and the latter was simply not something she could stomach, even at her very worst. So with lazy, fatigued steps, Freya moved towards the entrance of her home, bracing herself for the strain of entertaining another.

Nothing in the world could have prepared her for who awaited her on the other side of the door.

At first, Freya could do nothing but stare. As if she'd resigned herself to the idea that, sooner or later, she would lose her mind enough to conjure his illusion. She would have taken anything, even false or fleeting, to quell the perpetual ache in her chest.

But this was different. This was no image born from memory. If it had been, his eyes would still be the vibrant blue that held an ocean's depth of hope and optimism. He would have held himself steady, with that quiet confidence that had even her believing she could accomplish anything. He would have worn that soft, boyish grin that had her heart aflutter no matter the circumstance. The person that stood in front of her lacked every fundamental aspect of what she remembered her Leon to be, but he was real.

"Leon?" name choked out painfully, vision blurring with tears unshed. Freya reached out instinctively, though just as quickly drew her hand away, stumbling backward as if the very touch of him would burn. It was written all over her face—relief, confusion, hurt, anger. Above all, pure and utmost love that neither time nor distance could have erased. Not even the possibility of death. She didn't know how to reconcile any of it.

Beside herself, Freya laughed, a noise of disbelief and delusion soon breaking into a wretched sob that threatened to rip her open. What was real, anymore? "I don't understand—I thought—they said on the news-" breathless, nonsensical ramblings of an overwhelmed mind pleading for some explanation; something to hold onto as the world turned on its axis.

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Even though he knew her well-- Right now it was hard to read the emotions on her face. The tears in her eyes threatening to fall... Were those tears of joy upon seeing him again? ( Seeing him alive ) Or perhaps sadness? Anger? All of those options combined? Leon simply did not know, his own confused feelings making it hard for him to make sense of anything, to fully understand anything at the moment.

Oh but the way she reached out only to pull her hand back seconds later-- Ouch. Alright, he guessed she wasn't very happy then. And most likely had a lot of questions too... Which he was afraid he wouldn't be able to answer, for her own safety, it was best if she stayed in the dark about what really happened in Raccoon City.

"Yeah, well, Raccoon City and most people who lived there are... Gone, that's true. But some of us managed to escape. I was one of the lucky ones, I guess." Was he truly? Yes, he had no doubts that actually escaping hell on earth was much better than becoming a bloodthirsty zombie but... What kind of life was he going to lead from now on? What plans did the government have for him? He wasn't quite certain if he could be considered a lucky guy just yet.

"I'm sorry for showing up like this, it's just that..." He thought about reaching his hand out, decided against it and just curled his hands into fists at his sides as he sighed. A sigh that carried so much pain and exhaustion. "I didn't know where else to go. I don't have anybody else to go to."

[writtentragedies]

what do u do when your relationship with your bf is not bad but not that good either?? lmfao y'all i'm a mess

[writtentragedies]

This was a bad idea-- Actually scratch that. It was a terrible one. Now more than ever, he should keep his distance. He was about to start working for the government (he'd be a special agent, they'd said-- but why did he feel more like a dog on a leash than anything else?), he didn't have much of a choice in that matter. He'd had to accept that 'offer' in order to keep both himself and Sherry safe. Oh Sherry-- She was the priority, of course and he really hoped those agents would keep their word and protect her. If they ended up using her for some sort of twisted experiment... No, he couldn't think about that now or he would completely crumble.

& Leon couldn't lose his composure-- couldn't turn into a mess of tears and raging emotions when he was standing at her doorstep. Freya's doorstep. He knew he shouldn't be here, he should turn around and walk away but now that Sherry had been taken away, he felt completely lost. And his heart began to yearn for home... His home wasn't a place though. It was a person.

It was Freya.

(But would she be happy to see him? Would she want to exchange any words with him after she'd been the one to put an end to their relationship? He was fucking nervous. )

After much contemplation, he knocked on the door-- there were so many things he'd like to say, so many apologies to make but as the door opened, the only word that left Leon's mouth was a weak:

"... Hi."

Plotted starter for @lustedeath

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you get a random thingy bc ily <3 @cautionsissued

"I'm bored." & a few years ago, boredom wasn't something Jill would experience often, no, not at all. Not when there was always a mission to complete, reports to write, conflicts to work out-- far too many things happening at once. But ever since she'd returned to 'the world of the living', after being presumed dead for so long, everyone had just been telling her to focus on healing-- Take care of yourself, Jill. Don't worry about anything else. And she'd been trying to do that, trying her hardest because she knew it was the right thing to do at the moment. She was certainly not ready to go back to the field just yet--

But God did she get bored sometimes. Staying home all day every day and alone for the most part? It sucked on some days, honestly.

"As my boyfriend, isn't it your job to make sure I'm always happy and entertained?" She teased Chris. "Do your job properly."

[writtentragedies]

Finally playing re8 after owning this game for over 1 year and just letting it sit there in my game library

[cautionsissued]

Leon (@writtentragedies's) and claires bio dottirs are named Christine Kennedy-Redfield and Barrette Kennedy-Redfield kthx

[justjensenanddean]

Jensen Ackles as Tom Hanniger My Bloody Valentine (2009)

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capcom don't you dare kill my man

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The second she spots Dean on the couch, she moves, first standing by his knee, then practically crawling onto his lap, ignoring the beer bottle in his hand as she slides into his space. Her face hiding in his neck. She doesn’t say a word, doesn’t explain what’s wrong, just burrows against his skin like it’s the only thing stabilizing her. (For Dean :) )

It wasn't unusual for her to crawl into his space, wrap herself around him at random times and he didn't really mind it-- In fact, he enjoyed it. But there were certain details that made him notice something wasn't quite right. The way she buried her face into his neck, for instance, & also the fact she didn't say a single word. Dean finished his beer ( couldn't let it go warm, that would be a crime ) and cleared his throat. " --Wanna tell me what's wrong, darling?"

@lockedtowers

[cautionsissued]

a beat— silence to let him settle with the words escaping his tongue. her parted lips close as she glances down to the ground, then back up at him. “do you feel better now? admitting it?”

[writtentragedies]

"Not at all." He shook his head with a wry smile then held a finger up as if he'd had a brilliant idea. "But there's something that can make me feel better, actually." Grabbing a bottle of whiskey, he set it on the table in front of him. "This-- This should make me forget how shitty my life is, at least for a while." He snorted, then ran his hand down his face, having immediately regretted his words. "Sorry, kid. I shouldn't be dumping this kinda thing on you."

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝑭𝑬𝑨𝑹 / 𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑹𝑶𝑹 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  nothing's going to happen to us, right?  ❜ ❛  i'm ... scared.  ❜ ❛  i don't like where this is going.  ❜ ❛  did i ever tell you i'm actually terrified of [the dark / heights / spiders / etc.]?  ❜ ❛  you hear me? we're not going to die today!  ❜ ❛  did you hear that? it sounded like screams.  ❜ ❛  i really, really don't like this.  ❜ ❛  we're completely alone here, nothing's going to happen to us.  ❜ ❛  this place has been abandoned for centuries.  ❜ ❛  whatever happens, keep the lights on.  ❜ ❛  you're not scared, are you?  ❜ ❛  this is like straight out of my worst nightmare.  ❜ ❛  do you believe in ghosts?  ❜ ❛  what are you afraid?  ❜ ❛  what was that?!  ❜ ❛  see, i told you there's nothing to be afraid of.  ❜ ❛  go on, no one will hear your screams.  ❜ ❛  it was a foolish idea to come here alone.  ❜ ❛  no one is going to save you now.  ❜ ❛  don't be afraid, i'm not going to hurt you.  ❜ ❛  you really think you can run from me?  ❜ ❛  it's a shame i'll have to kill you when we're done with this.  ❜ ❛  want to make a deal with the devil?  ❜ ❛  i'm not afraid of you. not anymore.  ❜ ❛  there are figures hiding in the shadows, waiting to strike.  ❜ ❛  this wasn't so bad now, was it?  ❜ ❛  what could possibly go wrong - it's just an old abandoned meaning, it doesn't mean it's haunted, right?  ❜ ❛  face it, we won't make it out of here alive.  ❜ ❛  i'll even give you a choice - it's either you or them. who's going to die tonight?  ❜ ❛  i will haunt you for the rest of your days.  ❜ ❛  don't scream, it will only make this worse.  ❜ ❛  you look so pretty when you're scared of me.  ❜ ❛  i won't kill you ... yet.  ❜ ❛  ghosts and monsters aren't real.  ❜ ❛  i'm not afraid of anything!  ❜ ❛  you! you're sick! you sent me here to die, didn't you?  ❜ ❛  close your eyes. it'll make it easier if you don't see it coming.  ❜ ❛  no matter where you hide, i'll always find you. so you better give up now.  ❜ ❛  i promise i'm gonna be your worst nightmare.  ❜ ❛  it's only over when i say it is.  ❜

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open starter

" --No, I'm not okay and I haven't been okay for a damn long time. Was that what you wanted me to admit? Are you happy now?"

[writtentragedies]

i'd just like to say that chris redfield and jill valentine are totally relationship goals

[lockedtowers]

gaze turns downwards at his words, her palms moving, near falling to her sides as fingers flex. “last time i stayed in the same place too long, he found me and threatened people i cared for..” voice more a mumble than intended, fingers grasping his hands, chin turned up as the corners of her lips lift. “besides, you said you were leaving soon too, right? not… not much of a reason for me to hang around if… if you’re not there.” another brief pause, fingers pressing into his palms. “…i don’t like thinking about you getting hurt.”

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"Sweetheart, I thought we'd agreed you'd stop with all the..." He waved a hand in an aimless gesture. " --Vagueness and riddles. Who found you and threatened people you cared for?" His expression brightened before he cleared his throat & bit back a smile. He couldn't let it show just how much he enjoyed having her around now, could he? That wasn't how he usually played this game. Dean had to play the nonchalant card, had to convince even himself that he didn't feel all that strongly about her ( and perhaps if he told himself he didn't care all that much enough times, it would become a reality, right? He couldn't allow himself to get too attached, after all ). "So you're planning to follow me? Cute little stalker, aren't you?" He teased as he squeezed her hands back. "Maybe we could catch a movie again soon then."