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Christoph Waltz will star and make his directorial debut with the crime drama The Worst Marriage in Georgetown. Based on an article by Franklin Foer, the film tells the true story of Albrecht Muth (Waltz), an eccentric social climber who seduced and married a wealthy older widow, Viola Drath. Muth and Drath threw lavish events in their home as Muth lied about his background—which came under scrutiny after Drath was found murdered. The script is penned by Pulitzer Prize winning author David Auburn and production is set to start in October.
Describe my muse in the absolute worst way possible.
( bonus points if it’s still shockingly accurate. )
My apologies if this is in any way strange, creepy or otherwise bothersome. I assure you, I genuinely can't tell. What is normal, anyway? I don't even tumblr, but I've come across your site some time ago and it piqued my interest. Honestly, your take on Babet is inspiring and I find your fondness for violence and the morbid most delightful. (Angry red numbers at the bottom window corner force me to shorten things. Fortsetzung folgt.)
(Fortsetzung:) Now, naturally, I felt the urge to role play with you and your wonderful character, but, like I said, I haven’t gotten involved in the realm of tumblr yet, and besides, until not so long ago it seemed you had lost interest anyway. Well, at any rate, on the occasion of your recent comeback, I plucked up my courage to contact you. Any thoughts on the matter?
Well, hallihallöchen there! I’m glad you like my Babet, that means a lot to me.
I don’t find your message bothering at all, I understand your situation pretty well, I’ve been there too. I have to say that I probably will never lose interest in my Babet, but the problem was just that there wasn’t really anyone to roleplay with anymore here. But I did come every now and then and lurked a little.
So, since you don’t have a tumblr blog and I would recommend you to make one. Not for roleplaying yet, just one for your own interests and shits and giggles, follow blogs you like to look at and such to get started. I think tumblr is still doing those little tutorials or whatever when you are new so that should help.
You can feel free to add and write me on Skype, my name is remiliarena99. We can continue talking there then maybe (if I’m right about you being able to speak German, we can also chat in German if you like).I could perhaps try to tell you about the very basics of roleplaying on tumblr and help you get started too.
“Ahem, So, what’s a Frenchy doing here in Italy? Here to see the sights of Venice? Aren’t you worried about the damn Germans at your borders?” Joseph didn’t really keep up with the news while training under Lisa Lisa, but he knew enough, he supposed. I mean, he did meet Stroheim and he said the Germans were on a rise.
“‘Frenchy’ doesn’t sound so nice at all.” He chuckled softly. Ah, so he was on that side in this situation. “The ‘damn Germans’ are already a bit further than the borders. As much as it hurts me to say, history has already made it clear that France is not exactly the strongest country. As for why I am here...” He sighed softly and shrugged. “I’m here for a little bit of business and a break.”
“Babet? Sounds…..French?” Joseph rubbed his jaw before smiling. Sure, British people and French people had their differences, but the young Joestar didn’t really care about stereotypes.
“Nice ta meet-cha! My name’s Joseph Joestar!”
“Might be because I am French.” Clement smiled and nodded. He chuckled softly at the sound of the young man’s name and the energetic introduction. He was a rather... interesting person. “Nice to meet you too.”
selfdeclared-nurse-and-doctor
“Ah-ha! A new face, who are you stranger?”
“Oh, me? I’m just someone who can’t even get close to pigeons without scaring them away.” He chuckled softly and looked at him, still amazed that the other man actually got the pigeons to sit on him. “But you can also call me Babet. And you are?”
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[text] I have cleared some of the messages you had in your inbox. You should probably make a little post or something about that, you know I don't like those messages of the people who know you. P.S: I'll be home a bit late, there are a lot more people here in the store than I expected.
[text] A little post? A little post about what? I wouldn’t really know what kind of messages they were if you deleted them…. Who were they from?Yeah…Alright…See you later, then?
Babet blinked at it before shaking his head disapprovingly. “Terrible habit. A really terrible habit. But oh well.” He chuckled and took a drag from it before letting it out in a sigh. “Simply can’t help it.”
He nodded. “I couldn’t quit even if I wanted to.” He muttered softly. “I already had a hard time stopping to smoke joints. I can’t even begin to imagine stopping smoking all together.”
He nodded and sighed. "Smoking is bad but honestly it's not that terrible for now so who gives a damn." He shrugged. "Well then, do you want to go outside now or later after dinner?"
[text] I have cleared some of the messages you had in your inbox. You should probably make a little post or something about that, you know I don't like those messages of the people who know you. P.S: I'll be home a bit late, there are a lot more people here in the store than I expected.
[text] A little post? A little post about what? I wouldn’t really know what kind of messages they were if you deleted them…. Who were they from?Yeah…Alright…See you later, then?
He chuckled and kissed his cheeks, amused by his look. “Yes, yes, I’m sorry. but I just mean that it’s gotten so much better now, it can’t be any worse than before. But if you like I can give you some painkillers, hm?”
He leaned into the touch slightly before sighing. “Nah, it’s fine, I just wanted you to acknowledge my pain.” He smiled slightly. “Can I have a cigarette?”
He nodded and looked for the pack in his pocket before taking it out and giving him a cigarette. “I don’t have a lighter on me right now though.”
He took the cigarette and put it between his lips. “I do.” He dug through his pockets before taking out a lighter and lighting the cigarette. He hummed softly and closed his eyes. “Goooood.”
He chuckled softly and kissed his forehead. “Do you have a wish for dinner?”
"No clue, anything will be fine." He hummed and offered the cigarette to Babet
Babet blinked at it before shaking his head disapprovingly. "Terrible habit. A really terrible habit. But oh well." He chuckled and took a drag from it before letting it out in a sigh. "Simply can't help it."
[text] I have cleared some of the messages you had in your inbox. You should probably make a little post or something about that, you know I don't like those messages of the people who know you. P.S: I'll be home a bit late, there are a lot more people here in the store than I expected.
[text] A little post? A little post about what? I wouldn’t really know what kind of messages they were if you deleted them…. Who were they from?Yeah…Alright…See you later, then?
He chuckled and kissed his cheeks, amused by his look. “Yes, yes, I’m sorry. but I just mean that it’s gotten so much better now, it can’t be any worse than before. But if you like I can give you some painkillers, hm?”
He leaned into the touch slightly before sighing. “Nah, it’s fine, I just wanted you to acknowledge my pain.” He smiled slightly. “Can I have a cigarette?”
He nodded and looked for the pack in his pocket before taking it out and giving him a cigarette. “I don’t have a lighter on me right now though.”
He took the cigarette and put it between his lips. “I do.” He dug through his pockets before taking out a lighter and lighting the cigarette. He hummed softly and closed his eyes. “Goooood.”
He chuckled softly and kissed his forehead. "Do you have a wish for dinner?"
[text] I have cleared some of the messages you had in your inbox. You should probably make a little post or something about that, you know I don't like those messages of the people who know you. P.S: I'll be home a bit late, there are a lot more people here in the store than I expected.
[text] A little post? A little post about what? I wouldn’t really know what kind of messages they were if you deleted them…. Who were they from?Yeah…Alright…See you later, then?
He chuckled and kissed his cheeks, amused by his look. “Yes, yes, I’m sorry. but I just mean that it’s gotten so much better now, it can’t be any worse than before. But if you like I can give you some painkillers, hm?”
He leaned into the touch slightly before sighing. “Nah, it’s fine, I just wanted you to acknowledge my pain.” He smiled slightly. “Can I have a cigarette?”
He nodded and looked for the pack in his pocket before taking it out and giving him a cigarette. "I don't have a lighter on me right now though."
[text] I have cleared some of the messages you had in your inbox. You should probably make a little post or something about that, you know I don't like those messages of the people who know you. P.S: I'll be home a bit late, there are a lot more people here in the store than I expected.
[text] A little post? A little post about what? I wouldn’t really know what kind of messages they were if you deleted them…. Who were they from?Yeah…Alright…See you later, then?
bahorel-the-peasant:
He nodded slowly and sighed again. “Maybe I should just delete my stupid account.” He muttered before getting off the window sill and checking his leg. “it’s been hurting me lately”
"Well if you want to." He said, wrapping his arms around him and leaning his head on Bahorel’s. "I mean, tumblr is kind of a nice place. It has adorable animals and other nice things. You have a nice taste in blogs." He chuckled softly and kissed his head again.
He huffed softly. “I guess so… Did you unfollow any blogs?” He removed the prosthetic leg and rubbed at the stump with a frown. “I swear I’m getting blisters or something.”
"Only a few in the beginning." He replied and looked at his leg, or rather, what was left of it. "Oh its not that bad. It has gotten even better now. Youre just a little paranoid."
"I’m not paranoid, it hurts." He huffed, crossing his arms and puffing up his cheeks like a child.
He chuckled and kissed his cheeks, amused by his look. "Yes, yes, I'm sorry. but I just mean that it's gotten so much better now, it can't be any worse than before. But if you like I can give you some painkillers, hm?"
[text] I have cleared some of the messages you had in your inbox. You should probably make a little post or something about that, you know I don't like those messages of the people who know you. P.S: I'll be home a bit late, there are a lot more people here in the store than I expected.
[text] A little post? A little post about what? I wouldn’t really know what kind of messages they were if you deleted them…. Who were they from?Yeah…Alright…See you later, then?
bahorel-the-peasant:
He nodded slowly and sighed again. “Maybe I should just delete my stupid account.” He muttered before getting off the window sill and checking his leg. “it’s been hurting me lately”
"Well if you want to." He said, wrapping his arms around him and leaning his head on Bahorel’s. "I mean, tumblr is kind of a nice place. It has adorable animals and other nice things. You have a nice taste in blogs." He chuckled softly and kissed his head again.
He huffed softly. “I guess so… Did you unfollow any blogs?” He removed the prosthetic leg and rubbed at the stump with a frown. “I swear I’m getting blisters or something.”
"Only a few in the beginning." He replied and looked at his leg, or rather, what was left of it. "Oh its not that bad. It has gotten even better now. Youre just a little paranoid."
[text] I have cleared some of the messages you had in your inbox. You should probably make a little post or something about that, you know I don't like those messages of the people who know you. P.S: I'll be home a bit late, there are a lot more people here in the store than I expected.
[text] A little post? A little post about what? I wouldn’t really know what kind of messages they were if you deleted them…. Who were they from?Yeah…Alright…See you later, then?
bahorel-the-peasant:
He nodded slowly and sighed again. “Maybe I should just delete my stupid account.” He muttered before getting off the window sill and checking his leg. “it’s been hurting me lately”
"Well if you want to." He said, wrapping his arms around him and leaning his head on Bahorel's. "I mean, tumblr is kind of a nice place. It has adorable animals and other nice things. You have a nice taste in blogs." He chuckled softly and kissed his head again.