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

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oh SHIT it’s ya boy tom

#hewhoprotects #tureyhueco #ichibe-hyosube #bazz-b #self promo

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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

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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

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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?

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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

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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

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

#wildfrau #this blatant disrespect

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[ 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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Liebe ist wie Chemie. - Mischt du die falschen Stoffe zusammen, explodiert sie.

- eigenes.

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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

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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

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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.

TAGGED  BY:  @diepower

#bet ya forgot about this #it's not because I'm late it's because--

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why isn’t everyone validating me at all times?

#this is a travesty #you're all slacking in your duties

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I’d like to AMEND my previous claim. Candi and Gigi are also morons, but at least Gigi PROBABLY wont get herself killed.

#zombiequincy #verzinken

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Bet you thought I was dead? WRONG. Only stinky morons like Meni get themselves killed.

#diepower

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#lord haschwalth my future husband