I'M YOUR ROYAL GIRL 💣 @bombenfrau - Tumblr Blog

reading tybw arc felt like a blur but. i still think shes cute

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wildfrau :

She couldn’t help but sigh a little as Bambi had to think for a moment. She really didn’t think much of her peers did she? Well it was something she supposed. Though she couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for whatever man she managed to snare in the long run.

“I suppose that counts. So then, what is it you really want Bambi? Do you want to call you pretty? Smart? Fun to be around? As much as you can be those things. I honestly can’t remember any examples. You’ve been on this little kick of yours for a while now. You haven’t exactly been hanging around the rest of us much.” She decided to NOT point out that instead she’d been simping after the Ex Grandmaster. She probably didn’t need to bring that up for it to come to the woman’s mind anyway.

None of those compliments would have gone astray, even had their DELIVERY left much to be desired. “Don’t act like I’ve spurned any of you.” They were soldiers, each of them. But before that they were Quincy. Finding a suitable mate of strong blood was as FIERCE a battle as any the Shinigami could offer. And it was one you typically had to fight alone.

“I don’t have the luxury of kicking back and relaxing. Indifference wont accomplish anything.” Destiny was attainable, but it was as much a right as it was a time bomb. “If you REALLY miss me, you just have to say so.”

#wildfrau #we should all start calling it that #and pay me royalties for it

wildfrau :

She couldn’t help but smirk when she saw that adorable expression popping up. “Honestly I’m a pretty big fan of right now actually. Look at you go~ Shrug off that hint of desperation and you’re downright cute.” She observed, dropping her magazine off to the side and folding her legs.

“Why don’t you say something nice about me first, hmm? Maybe then I’ll share some of my ‘Favorite Bambi Moments’.”

Quid pro quo. Not a TERRIBLE deal, all things considered. Candi should have to initiate the discourse given the awfully hurtful things she’d just said, succeeded by even MORE backhanded compliments. “Nice things about you..” She hums and haws, taking all the necessary time to think of SOMETHING nice to say. “Confidence is key, and you’re not lacking in that department.”

#wildfrau #a blessing and a curse #the inevitability of dick

wildfrau :

“I’m beginning to wonder if you actually know what that word means. Valid doesn’t mean GOOD. It means that you’re being logical and sound. You make sense. There is a validity to your state of being. Right now, for example, you are being invalid.” She pointed out, folding her arms.

“That aside, why should I start showering you with random praise huh? What’s in it for me?”

“Shut up, I can be TWO things.” Maybe it was better to be good than valid, but she was certainly both at all times. A huff and a pout, her brow furrowed. “It’s the LEAST you can do after being so mean, and rude, and HURTFUL. Calling people invalid isn’t very valid.”

#wildfrau #I'd throw you a retirement party but #I don't know how I'd theme it?#congratulations on a dickless future? I GUESS?

wildfrau :

Alright that was a little cute, but also a tiny bit sad. “Clearly this isn’t one of them.But yes, there’s a few here and there.”

“WRONG. Every moment of my life is a moment of validity. That’s my secret. Clearly some have shone brighter than the others, I’ll take that under consideration.” Hands resting atop one another, chin nestled neatly on them, she leans over the magazine. “What are your favorite ME moments?”

#wildfrau #what's YOUR method then

wildfrau :

A pause, glancing up from her magazine and smirking.

“Valid people don’t need others to affirm their validity. But you’re a little right. You have your moments.~”

“I don’t need them for affirm it, it’s just that they SHOULD be doing the obvious. But lets talk a little about those MOMENTS you mentioned.”

#wildfrau #I don't need a net when I'm as sweet as honey

“I have never been anything less than valid.” @wildfrau

#wildfrau #this blatant disrespect

[ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine ( @zombiequincy )

Autonomy was a thing of the past, despite whatever illusions might be painted. Masquerades to veil the deepest urges that were sent surging through her BLOOD. If it could be called such. The ichor that coursed through her was no longer her own, not in any meaningful way. She received her sustenance, her life force, the same way the strings plucked at her limbs and demanded a chosen course of action-- silent, unquestionable.

Things had improved marginally after a headfirst dive into BETRAYAL. As much as a thing could improve after your FRIENDS murder you. Loyalty ran as weak as water, thickened with blood and hunger. Mindless was no longer a titled that could be ascribed to her, even if her WILL wasn’t always her own. The earlier effects of Gigi’s.. influence, had been removed. The fog had lifted, her body moved the way it was supposed to. Now it was time to earn her keep.

Battle had always come naturally to her, peace in the wake of her more MAGNIFICENT explosions, as silence was demanded amidst ruptured eardrums. Letting Gigi take the wheel in times of conflict would have been RIDICULOUS, they could both agree to that. Commands could be issued, desires simple and complex through spoken commands or pungent urges, but the guise of free will remained. It was as much as she ought to expect.

When danger threatened PRECIOUS little Gigi, Bambietta was to come to her side. To protect, to attack. But if Gigi was unaware of the threat, the urge wouldn’t come. The autonomous hijacking of her limbs. As blasts of Kidō soared closer, it was by her own decision to impose herself between danger and intended target, engulfed in flames supernatural.

Pain was a peculiar experience for the dead, no more forgiving in an animated form, but the alternative was worse. The blood that might have been spilled more PRECIOUS than the drained scraps falling from her own pallid flesh. “You’re getting lazy,” she chastised, seared skin biting in the breeze, as swept arms fired back a volley of bombs. “Or you’re getting carried away.” You’re lucky I’m here, she thought bitterly, hopefully, that the sentiment would be shared. Reciprocated. That she might REFUEL her diligent friend.

#zombiequincy #I resisted typing protecc or attacc

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diepower :

Come on, Bambi. I know all that mushy grey matter is filling your head with spores, but what you’re smelling is yourself.

Oz gave the scarecrow a BRAIN and suddenly she thinks herself clever. I wonder what TOYS are filling your body.

#diepower #only thing tragic is he didnt take you tongue

diepower :

You’re a zombie, you dumb bitch. I’d rather smell like sweat than rotting meat.

If all you smelled like was SWEAT my nose wouldn’t be burning.

#diepower #if I was gone you'd NEVER shower

BODY LANGUAGE.

bold. always / usually applies italic. only applies situationally / sometimes

𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜. arms crossed on chest. crossing legs. fist-like gestures. pointing index finger. karate chops. stiffening of shoulders. tense posture. curling of lip. baring of teeth.

𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎. hand to face gestures. head tilted. stroking chin. peering over glasses. taking glasses off — cleaning. putting earpiece of glasses in mouth. pipe smoker gestures. putting hand to the bridge of nose. pursed lips. knitted brows.

𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗. arms crossed. sideways glance. touching or rubbing nose. rubbing eyes. hands resting on weapon. brows rising. lips pressing into a thin line. strict unwavering eye contact. wrinkling of nose.

𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 & 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. open hands. upper body in sprinters position. sitting on the edge of a chair. hand-to-face gestures. unbuttoned coat. tilted head. slacked shoulders. droopy posture. feet pointed outward.

𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎. hands behind back. hands on lapels of coat. steepled hands. baring teeth in a grin. rolling shoulders. tipping head back but maintaining eye contact. chest puffed up. shoulders back. finger guns.

𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 & 𝚊𝚗𝚡𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢. chewing pen or pencil. rubbing thumb over opposite thumb. biting fingernails. hands in pockets. elbow bent. closed gestures. clearing throat. “ whew ” sound. picking or pinching flesh. fidgeting in chair. hand covering mouth whilst speaking. poor eye contact. tugging at pants whilst seated. jingling money in pockets. tugging at ear. perspiring hands. playing with hair. swaying. playing with pointer or marker. smacking lips. sighing. rocking on balls of feet. flexing fingers sporadically.

𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. short breaths. “ tsk ” sounds. tightly clenched hands. fist-like gestures. pointing index finger. running hand through hair. rubbing back of neck. snarling. revealing teeth. grimacing. sharp-eyed glowers with notable tension in brows. shoulders back, head up - defensive posturing. clenching of jaw. grinding of teeth. nostrils flaring / heavy exhales.

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