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❛ i know it's silly question before i ask it but — can you americans speak any other language than english ? ❜ ♦ — ♦ — ♦ independent & selective Bridget von Hammersmark from quentin tarantino's INGLOURIOUS BASTERDS ( multiverse, multiship, crossovers, oc's welcomed ) written by dana. ( est.: 25/09/17 )

[frxulein-blog]

❛         ——       this  LOVELY  DAY      has flown my way.    the time has come     TO PART.      WE’LL KISS AGAIN,      like     THIS     again,    don’t let the teardrops start.    with     LOVE THAT’S TRUE,     i’ll     WAIT  for you.    AUF WIEDERSEHEN, SWEETHEART.     ❜       ——      first est. in sept 2017 /  © .

[blueblackdream]

[doucheboob]

Why have mixed feelings when you can have mixed drinks

[frxulein-a]

✂ i dont want this i lied jk yes i do

LET BRIDGET KILL YOUR MUSE.    /   selectively accepting.

          his chest   RISES AND FALLS   slowly,   rhythmically,   with every breath he takes.  filling his lungs with  air,  inhaling the  SCENT  of the bedroom.   the expensive liquor they’d been drinking,   her    SWEET,  SWEET   perfume,  the scent of their   love    .   .   .    her hand rests  above his   HEART,   observing,  touching,  feeling  how very much  ALIVE  it is.  it beats  steadily,  and knows  it does so   for her only.    but to what price   ?

           cranium tilts back,   MESSY BLONDE CURLS   falling over her naked shoulders  as she gazes up at his   PEACEFUL  visage.  he’s asleep,  resting,  dreaming.   but   SHE  is far from dreaming.  still awake,   always  awake.    cerulean  eyes  watch him for a moment longer,   HIS BARE CHEST   she was resting on,  his eyes shut tightly,  his  HEAVENLY  lips   (   that must still taste like her   )   .   .   .    the image of a sleeping god, an angel    ——    despite all the lives he’s taken.

            her   BARE FIGURE   rises slowly in the pale light of the night,  moving carefully to eventually  straddle his waist.  looking at him like that, it’s   HARD TO SEE THE MONSTER HE IS.   he’d never harmed her, hurt her,   TOUCHED  her without her permission. but it’s not about her or the way he makes her   HEART FLUTTER  when his mere looks    ——    it’s about what   HAS TO BE DONE.  

        SNEAKY DIGITS   slide beneath the mattress,  revealing the blade of a sharp knife.  she tugs a little harder to lift it up when      ——     she feels his  STRONG HANDS   touch her tiny waist,  thumbs barely brushing over her bare skin.   her heart   JUMPS   ;   freezing.   but thank god,  his eyes remain closed, despite his sudden movements.   he’s a bad man,   she keeps telling herself,   it has to be done.   but why does her   HEART ACHE   at the mere thought of it   ? 

        raising the   WEAPON   above his body with both her pale hands,   she aims for the spot she’d been resting on all night.   HIS HEART   (    her heart,   beating inside of    HIS   chest   ).   she inhales,   breathes        ——      and his eyes flutter open,   STARING   at   the blonde  in pure   SHOCK   within a second.   but there’s nothing he can do   ;    SHE’S   QUICK,    and before either of them can make another move,   the   DAGGER HITS HIS CHEST  forcefully.

         a    GASP,    a   GROAN,       ——      and the blade pierces his flesh   ONCE,  TWICE,  THRICE   .   .   .    until the room falls back into  PAINFUL SILENCE.   

                 the only thing she can hear                            IS THE SOUND OF HER HEART BREAKING.

                                            DARLING.    DEAREST.     DEAD.

[frxulein-a]

✂ (ich liebe dich ❤️❤️)

LET BRIDGET KILL YOUR MUSE.    /   selectively accepting.

          THEY SAY    BEAUTY    IS A BLESSING     ——     who would’ve thought that it could be a    CURSE,   too   ?     it’s no secret that   bridget von hammersmark   is   still germany’s sweetheart.   an international superstar.   a   goddess.    a    HEROINE    to   her    nation   and to others   after    operation kino      (   HER    brainchild  !!      )     had  succeeded.   adored and envied by   MANY    ;    wanted    by    any man.    but  she’s not      ——     loved.

           SHE LOVES,    she does.    hopelessly   so.    desperately    fallen for a  man that’s not    HERS,   that would never be hers.    a married man,  a   father,   even     ;    and the only  human being   capable of    CHASING HER NIGHTMARES   away   because he’s   lived  through them with her.    but to him,   she’s not more than   THE OTHER WOMAN,    the affair,    a      burden.   even       ——     even    after    finding out that   she’s expecting a   child,    HIS CHILD,    his   other   family is of greater  meaning to him.    he can’t leave them,   he keeps telling her,    they’d need him.      BUT CAN’T HE SEE THAT SHE NEEDS HIM,    TOO   ?

                ❛     you   can’t   just    LEAVEme,     ❜     the actress  pleads,    bright blue orbs    SPARKLING    with tears    at the man   she loves.     ❛     i  can,      ❜      is his reply,    the   SAME PAIN   reflecting from his gaze, a mournful contrast to his words,     ❛       and i will.       ❜

             he breaks the   ACHING   eye contact between them to turn around and  follow his very own words       ——     but she won’t let him.   this can’t be  .  .  .    DESPERATELY,    her hand reaches out to him,   grabbing his  arm  to  try and   PULL HIM BACK   to her,   back to where he belongs.   he reacts by   YANKING   on his limb  in an attempt  to   BREAK FREE      ——     and  suddenly  .  .  .

              (       SHE LETS GO OF HIM.       )

             he loses   BALANCE,   starts to shake.   and before she’s able to reach out for him once more,   his masculine body    FALLS BACK,    sliding down the  wooden staircase in what seems to be  a     SLOW MOTION SEQUENCE     in one of her movies.    a    LOUD   THUD   and   a    CRACKING SOUND    follow when his body finally comes to rest at the bottom of the stairs.   hearing that,    bridget     WINCES    as if it’s   her body   hitting the ground,   HER   bones breaking. 

                she can’t  move,   she’s   PARALYSED,    just waits for    any   reaction,   any   movement,   another   sound   coming  from  the bottom of the stairs.   but it won’t come. 

                    SHE’S KILLED THE FATHER OF HER CHILD.

[memesfromstuff]

*: ･ﾟ✧   interrogation starters.

feel free to change pronouns etc as needed.

CALM / QUESTIONING.

“ tell me, what happened?”

“ did you see anything?”

“ what do you remember?”

“ do you remember anything unusual?”

“ please, try to remember as much as you can.”

“ every detail is important.”

“ and what happened next?”

“ and what did you do when all this took place?”

“ what were you doing around __ am/pm?”

“ where were you around __ am/pm?”

“ can anyone verify that?”

“ was someone with you?”

“ and you had nothing to do with it?”

“ and you weren’t involved?”

“ did you see it happen?”

“ did you see who did it?”

“ did you see or hear anything? anything at all?”

CARING / UNDERSTANDING.

 “ you seem scared… is that why you don’t want to talk?”

“ did someone hurt you?”

“ it’s okay. you can tell me.”

“ you were just trying to defend yourself, weren’t you?”

“ we can take a break, if you want.”

“ everything will be okay, i promise. but you need to talk to me.”

“ it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it. but it really would help if you did.”

SUSPICIOUS.

“ there is something you’re not telling me.”

“ i think you’re lying.”

“ you looked away just now when you said that. are you sure you’re telling the truth?”

“ except what you’re telling me doesn’t align with what we already know.”

“ seems to me like you know more than you’re letting in on.”

“ what aren’t you telling me?”

“ who are you trying to protect?”

“ so you really don’t know what any of it means? no clue at all?”

“ they must’ve told you more than that.”

“ you have to have seen more than that.”

“ and you want me to believe you don’t remember?”

“ and you want me to believe you had nothing to do with it?”

“ an accident? is that what you’re going with?”

DEMANDING.

“ i need you to tell me the truth.”

“ i need you to tell me what happened.”

“ i know you’re not telling me the truth.”

“ that doesn’t line up with the evidence. so… you wanna try that again?”

“ stop lying. i already know that’s not what happened.”

MAKING A DEAL / ASKING FOR HELP / DEMANDING HELP.

“ what do you want in exchange for this information?”

“ i’m listening…”

“ you’re coming with me.”

“ since you’re the only one who knows how to find them, i don’t really have a choice but to take you with me.”

“ fine. i’ll take you with me, but if you try anything…”

“ i can’t give you that. you know that.”

“ if we’re going to make a deal, you’re gonna have to ask for something a little more rational than that.”

“ okay. we have a deal.”

“ sorry. no deal.”

[angstmemes]

Send me ‘✂’ and my muse will kill yours. Right now. Brutally, horribly, bloody. Just do it.

[misstanwyck]

[frxulein-a]

preparedtogive;

     the way she spoke to him just urged a side of him out of the darkness, but all of that caused him to just shovel it all back down in effort to keep it in the place it deserves to remain. DARKNESS. ❛  liebling,  ❜ WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU THINKING, JOHN? there was no cognitive answer to any thoughts on her, except that he wanted to see her wrapped around him once more. the fire that burned between the two was too bright, but he needed to be careful and able to keep her at that arms length just as usual. it’s hard, though. so very fucking hard as he feels a growling ache to feel her against him. they kept it all concealed enough that some of this was more than just a casual conversation (  but john’s thoughts are so far pulled from it just being as mere as just that of the public eye.  ) and he’s pulling himself right back into the rightful thoughts he tried to shove back down. blonde hair in a mess, her dress somewhere else to be found. fingers running up and down her spine, the thought of nothing else except that in the moment until he’s grounded back down to her voice.  ❛  i’d always love to steal your privacy.  ❜

    afraid? maybe. if he was left to his thoughts, it would more than bad enough for them. messy, bad– almost one in the same. the thought of her hair, messy and covered in sweat. the thought didn’t leave him. hard to shake it out. ❛  oh. as if you’d have to worry too much on that. just worry about the dance for now,  ❜ he’s taking in all of her touches and something in him just grows this longing to take her somewhere else far more private. thank god he was one to scout this place for the event, but good god. the way she spoke, the charade she played was the ultimate cat & mouse, a game he knew well enough. ❛  you look far more gorgeous now more than ever, by the way. probably more so, if you were on your knees, though.  ❜

        she’s almost able to   HEAR HIS DARK THOUGHTS.    almost.    thank god she’s not     ——    even though she can   READ   them every time her cerulean eyes meet his visage.  and she enjoys it,   LOVES   it,  the little game they’re playing, well knowing that she’s playing to   WIN.    his compliment fails to go   unnoticed      ;      neither does the little    REMARK    after it.  a  devilish  part of her wants to follow his   WISH   right there and then     ——     sinking to her knees before the male and blinking up at him with her   BRIGHT BLUE EYES,    just to tease him,   to see what he would do   .  .  .   but of course,   she doesn’t.    (      just yet.      )

         instead,    THE SMILE    on her porcelain doll face  twists into a smirk that’s nearly as   WICKED   as the scenario that’s just played in her    little blonde head.        ❛       but we wouldn’t be able to    DANCE    if i were  on my knees,    unless you were,   too,         ❜        she returns, cranium tilting slightly to the side.    FLAXEN CURLS   dancing tenderly around her exposed shoulders with every    RHYTHMICAL STEP    the pair takes together.     ❛      besides,    i’m not  the only one    LONGING    to dance with you,   oberst.    i’m afraid   our time together is   LIMITED.       ❜

[prince-of-moths]

[frxulein-a]

preparedtogive;

         he doesn’t talk about how he’s shot up, LOOKING AROUND THE ROOM IN STYLE OF AN EAGLE, IT SEEMED. doesn’t talk about shouldering off the high ranking officers. john smith doesn’t talk about anything that pertains to anything politically sound regarding the ss. trying to figure out who were there for the premiere and of all people, bridget is there. he’s dancing around the room in effort to make his way without scuffing boots and thinly veiled anger at feet stomped on. ONE GLASS OF CHAMPAGNE WOULD HAVE TO DO. handing off his officer’s hat to somebody that he was sitting at the table with, there was no way he could pass up dancing with the leggy blonde by any means. even if it means he’s shoving off goebbels and himmler for a bit of a time with her. his own pressing matters meant nothing. the dinner honoring the reich was always so boring, dulled by the talk of the men. alcohol easily made it easier to cope with when he found it immediately a few minutes into arrival. known famously as bridget von hammersmark. he knew another her. the her with a real name.

       HELENA KÖNIG AND JOHN SMITH HAD A LONG WINDED BOUT, maybe it was his rebellion in everything the reich stood for that caused him to feel the need to do so. keeping her at an arms length it seemed these days, though. seeing her here? didn’t surprise him and he figured for public sake, a dance wouldn’t seem to mean much to the eye of those who watched. ‘ not interested– ‘ shoving off a man with bite of attitude, sticking his arm out. it was obvious someplace else would remain the destination for the oberstgruppenführer. lightly taking her hand and smiling, there was a confirmation in the way he looked at her. ‘ i mean unless if you’re turning me down, but i’d like to steal one. have a date tonight? ‘ inquiring minds knew, she always had somebody with her. well kept and well known, it was a perk. he’s unable keep his mouth away from near her ear and laughs low. ‘ i think so, helena. ‘ lowly speaking, barely audible for anybody around them to hear. just them.

             DELICATE FINGERS,   covered in white satin gloves,   connect with smith’s hand as soon as he   OFFERS   it to her.  the confirming smile adorning his face is the   ANSWER   she’d needed upon her rhetorical question   ——     and it’s returned with a   TENDER SMIRK.   careful with this one,    she reasons silently,   before either of them got their   FINGER BURNT.  and what a terrible waste would it be,    RUINING   her slender digits    (   which come to rest on the male’s cheek for a mere   SECOND   ,   as a reaction of hearing her own name slipping from john’s lips.   )  .

                ❛       first,  you’re stealing a  DANCE,  then my date’s spot  and eventually,      ❜    sneaky fingers wander down the side of his neck to   FINALLY   rest on his upper arm as she speaks.  leaning in a bit closer to be able to   LOWER   her voice following his example,      ❛     a part of my privacy,   too.      ❜       no       ——           von hammersmark   is not answering   either   of his  indirect  questions for now.

                   CERULEAN   EYES   find his features after a brief pause,   and there’s her little   SMIRK   again.     ❛       i    WONDER   what comes next,     ❜     she teases,  nudging her tiny frame  into the   awaited  dancing position  without losing too much contact between them,     ❛     should i be   AFRAID,   john   ?     ❜

[ziskeit]

“It’s taken me a long time to realize that my own life is far more interesting than any part I’ll ever play.”

[frxulein-a]

open;;

         DANGEROUSLY CRIMSON LIPS    curl up into the most    cordial     smile      ——       a ravishing contrast on such  PORCELAIN  skin.    it’s not     surprise     that slowly spreads on her angelic features      ;      it’s like a     WARMTH      radiating from the blonde.   bubbly glass hits the surface so very    GENTLY,    but not without a tiny clink.    she rises from her seat,   almost    like a   GODDESS     rising from her     THRONE.

            ❛       are you asking me to    DANCE   with you    ?      ,       ❜        it’s a whisper,   a mere breath,       yet    a       PURR      slipping from this dangerous mouth of hers.     delicate body     TENDERLY     meets her    dancing partner’s,   merely so,   crimson  only    INCHES   away from her companion’s face.     voice   LOW,    heartbeat  oh  so  very     HIGH.       ❛        is     that   what you’re doing,   darling    ?       ❜

[frxulein-a]

riffrafpilot;

A look of ACKNOWLEDGEMENT comes onto his features as she walks into the room. “You’re Bridget.” A small grin works its way onto his features. “We’ve -…we’ve met before, once. But ah’ve –… heard quite a lot about you. Your REPUTATION precedes you.”

@frxulein liked for a starter.

          the  SOFTEST CHUCKLE  slips from the blonde’s red lips upon hearing his words, followed by a slight   TILT  of her head to the side.    ❛     i hope you’ve only heard  GOOD THINGS  about me,     ❜     she replies, cerulean orbs lingering on the male’s face just   A LITTLE  longer,     ❛   besides, how could i forget a  HANDSOME  face like yours  ?   of course i remember you.  you’re the boy with the  GORGEOUS EYES.     ❜

[slang-king]

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[ bold any fears which apply to your muse. ] [ italicize which make them uncomfortable. ]

the dark   ⋆  fire  ( especially after operation kino ok )  ⋆   open water   ⋆  deep water ⋆   being alone   ⋆   crowded spaces   ⋆  confined spaces   ⋆   open spaces   ⋆   change   ⋆   failure   ⋆   war  ⋆   loss of control / agency   ⋆   powerlessness   ⋆   prison   ⋆   blood   ⋆   drowning   ⋆   suffocation   ⋆   public speaking   ⋆   natural animals   ⋆  the supernatural ⋆   heights   ⋆  death   ⋆   dying   ⋆  intimacy  ⋆   rejection   ⋆   abandonment  ⋆   loss   ⋆   the unknown   ⋆   the future   ⋆  not being good enough   ⋆   scary stories   ⋆   speaking to new people   ⋆   poverty   ⋆   loud noises   ⋆   lack of noise   ⋆   being touched   ⋆   forgetting  ( being forgotten actually )   ⋆   insects   ⋆   disease   ⋆   falling

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