#fav character bingo

[rose-tries-to-write]

This looks a lot more all over the place than I thought it would…

Also I make the rules and I say animal companion characters are allowed!

[quirkywaffelfries]

Forgot that I made a fave character bingo a while back, here y'all go:

feel free to use this as you like :p

(character's names are listed in tags, starting from top left and going row-by-row to bottom right)

[videoworm]

oh what a day to feel normal about things

[kabukiaku]

MONSTAR 2024 REVIVAL ‼️

[dove-da-birb]

Made a Character Bingo

Go nuts people

[toxintouch]

I heard it was angst time. CW: MC Death. About the level of graphic (gore/violence) description that is in the source material imo. Be cautious and prioritize taking care of yourself if you are unsure, please. ♡

Mhin can’t find you.

When you don't appear at the scheduled time to discuss the headway you’ve each made individually regarding your mutual goal, they walk away from your agreed-upon rendezvous point with an annoyed huff.

When the next night passes and you still don’t show, they become even more incensed.

It’s not until they head to the Wet Wick and Leander asks them if they’ve seen you that they become concerned.

They look everywhere.

Leander places posters on the corner streets alongside his usual advertisements and soon your likeness is plastered across Lowtown.  Large letters reading: “REWARD” peer down at Mhin reproachfully at every turn as they fruitlessly go about their own search when they can spare the time during their day to day fight for survival.  

Something nags at the back of their mind.  

Guilt, they think.  Self-loathing.  They should have tried to find you that night.

As the days turn into weeks, they give up on Leander’s methods and start asking their own questions. 

They do it under the guise of collecting another bounty, but the genuine, thankful relief they get from Leander, the sorrowful look they receive from Kuras–they're know they're wearing a shallow facade at best.

It leaves a raw taste in their mouth to do so, but they even ask Vere, knowing the fleabag has keen senses which they do not.

Their stomach drops when Vere laughs.  A harsh, cruel thing that has them brandishing their dagger, keen to gut him like a fish where he stands.  He reads their rage easily, assuring them that he’s innocent, that he had nothing to do with your disappearance.

Which is what a Monster would say–but then–

Vere would be at his most honest while gloating, wouldn’t he?  If the truth is a twist of the knife.

He tells them to check their own closet for skeletons.  Tells them to check for Monsters underneath their own bed.

The adrenaline hits them immediately.  They start to sweat and shake and feel nauseous.  For their body, the realization is instantaneous.  In their mind, it comes more slowly.  Like walking through a dream.

They try to reach back in their memory. Try to tug at that nagging thing.

Unspool it until they can determine where the emptiness begins, ends, anything in between.

And then they find it.  They don’t remember it, but they find it.  

In one of their many hidden shelters. The one closest to your rendezvous point–a small lacuna in the side of a crumbling building, a nest built into the flesh.

Spooling trails of entrails and ruined bandages.  Viscera and bones and gore.  Scavengers have gotten to you and contaminated the scene but–

The wounds are unmistakable.  Familiar to them, by now.

The soft parts of you that have been picked at and eaten.

The sinking feeling in their gut expands.  This type of scene doesn’t make Mhin sick anymore but they wish it would.  Wish they could retch and rid themself of this emptiness.  Wish they could expel the vision of you–

The remains of you, laid out before them. 

There’s something almost graceful about your corpse.  As if you’ve been drawn out of a fairy tale, your gruesome demise told as a parable for children.

They try to remember transforming.  Killing you.  

Your last words, if you could make any around the blood gurgling from between your lips like a fountain.

Maybe in the future your fairy tale will have a moral to it.  A reason.  Your death will be more than senseless, another body added to the pile.  

For now Mhin will have to live without that closure.

The grief drips off of them like blood off of black feathers. It can't permeate their defenses, advantages granted to them by an evolution that was not of their own volition. They can already feel their mind warping around their memories of you, dulling them lest they tear themself apart, fall down while climbing up the tower to meet you and dash themselves upon the rocks, sink into the water below and drown beneath the torrent. A younger version of them would chase after the memories, cling to the waning thought of you.

The person they are now lets it happen.

They turn their back, leaving the empty echos behind.

Bad Ending : "Reward"

[upperstories]

Bingo time 😏

[fernsnailz]

favourite Bluey chararcter??

bongo

[sashamikus]

Bingo.

[teddybearty]

A Family of Heelers 🐾🐾

[emerald-polaris]

Decided to do this for fun :)

If it weren't for the limited space then the entire cast of pandora hearts, vnc and fmab would be here 😭

[engelsschwert]

Heyhey! For the character bingo: Tardif?

I have a.... weird relationship with Tardif. I guess he is okay as long as he exists in my peripheral vision. The stoic quiet character is just not appealing for me, I guess. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[missowo]

Exposed myself with my fav 2023 character haha-

I watching saiki k and reading manga also look at this idiot group. (Very Affection)

[wewere-here]

Want U Back coach since we recently got added in plus

ooh I just saw their map & aww she’s so silly I love her !! I love all of the pastels in both her map & her outfit omg :D !! she’s so silly & cool :D

[hikkokeka]

.. I'm sorry

OG:

[hellaversity]

My boys are too relatable for their own good