#bastcrbine

[bazz-b]

Lighting @bastcrbine​​’s fuse

Popularity was a difficult thing to measure. At least in a quantifiable sense. Which meant it was also a difficult thing to beat somebody at. Jugo, as an example that often sprang to mind, was a popular dude. Had that real pretty boy energy that the younger Soldat gobbled up, and had the stern-authority-figure-stare that some of the Sternritter craved, too. A popular dude.

Bazz-B was a popular dude, too, kinda.. technically. People knew who he was, people liked to talk about him-- his name and face had real outreach in the community. Just not in a comparably positive sense. Popularity, he had decided, could also be measured in gossip and rumours. The more popular a person, the more people said shit about them, right? Right.

And when you had a grab bag of egos, there were plenty of rumours to keep up with: As Nodt eats kids, Quilge sleeps standing, Cang Du has a single point of his body he cant harden (where might surprise you!). Bazz-B had started less than half of them himself, which meant the real popular ones sometimes piqued his interest.

And he had no compunction in asking about them. “Oi, Basterbine! Spare a minute for your favourite Schrift F-through-J?” 

[spydcddya]

*purrs in his ear tbh*

UNPROMPTED ASK » ANSWERED.

↳ @bastcrbine always accepting !

THE MIND  NUMBING  STUDYING HE'S BEEN AT  THE  LAST  TWO  HOURS   was  disturbingly  intercepted  by  a  cushioned  thrumming,    with  kittenish  lips  against  his  ear.     &    suddenly,    loid's  focus  is  primarily bent on  a  single  touch  that  effectively  arouses  something  deep  within  him.    this  was  new  for  bambi  -- mutually new for him,    &    it made  him  feel  like  he's  ready  to  jump out of his skin. WAS  THIS  HER  WAY  OF  GAINING  HIS  ATTENTION   ?  he  immediately stiffens,    tomato  induced.    a  hard  pass  to  anyone's  belief  that  he  remained  at all calm. she's playing mind games.   ❝    ever  heard  of  personal  space --  ?    ❞

[deathleadsarc]

@bastcrbine | s.c

―    🜛    ―    distinct  fondness  sings  from  the  hue  of  crimson  lips,  brightened  smile  to  the  sweet  bambi  peeking  her  head  into  the  sanctuary  doors.  far  more  privy  to  the  plight  of  her  fellow  woman  in  wandenreich,  she  beckons  her  forward  with  a  graceful  hand.          "  Good  morning,  lass.  Did  you  need  something  from  me?  "

[enjomo-arch]

A  bump  against  his  back,  and  Ace  turns  his  head  almost  instantly  to  see.  Ravenette  glued  to  the  whitebeard  tattoo  proudly  adoring  his  bare  back,  embracing  him  and  face  hidden  under  the  black  locks  of  her  hair,  pressing  against  his  warm  flesh  as  to  seek  comfort  from  the  fire  fist  himself.  A  brow  raised  and  soon  smile  blooms  upon  his  lips.  Eyes  shaped  like  a  pair  of  crescents,  laughing  to  her.  ❝  Not  too  warm  for  ya',  bambi  ?  ❞  Of  course,  the  heat  coming  from  his  devil  fruit  left  the  flesh  ablaze,  normally  it'd  be  too  hot  to  touch  him  so  openly  like  that.  Hoping  she  wouldn't  burn  her  face  too  much.

@bastcrbine : *hugs him from behind. buries her head in his back.*

[biskael]

" NOW , YOU'VE CERTAINLY GOT the spirit , bambichen , but ......... intimidating ? heh . hardly . though , try as you might , you're certainly not scaring anyone anytime soon . "

@bastcrbine

[deathleadsarc]

@bastcrbine sent a letter: " mother , i'm bored. so i bought us wine. "

―    🜛    ―    a  break  from  the  norm  of  fiddling  with  her  notes,  leaned  against  her  nook's  large  cushions  by  the  window  as  Basker  snoozed  in  the  comfort  of  her  equally  large  lap.  The  very  same  cold  scenery  as  before,  attempting  to  forget  where  it  is  she  was  spending  the  rest  of  her  life.  .  .  though  the  option  of  venturing  to  the  realm  of  humans  for  her  own  entertainment  was  always  available,  it  was  not  the  same  as  looking  out  the  window  and  watching  the  life  outside.  Listening  to  the  birds  singing.  Admire  the  swaying  of  leaves  and  the  scent  of  the  mountains  that  wafts  against  her  cheeks.

Pulled  from  this  melancholic  daydream  at  the  sound  of  the  door's  opening,  she  turned  curiously  to  the  bottle  in  Bambietta's  hands  and,  well,  who  was  she  to  turn  down  such  an  offer?  Slipping  gracefully  off  of  her  cushions,  Basker  hopped  along  to  stand  on  his  back  legs  in  greeting  her.  The  word  'mother'  reached  her  comprehension  halfway  to  the  table,  but  she  did  not  comment  on  it.  In  a  way,  it  was  rather  nice  to  hear  something  she  could  never  truly  have.  

          "  Are  you  really  just  bored?  "      she  said,  gathering  two  glasses  and  setting  them  gently  upon  the  lace  covering.      "  What  did  they  tell  you  to  do  now?  "

[enjomo-arch]

Chocolate  brown  eyes  looked  down  when  he  felt  his  hand  find  its  way  into  the  embrace  of  a  slightly  smaller,  more  slender  one.  Normally  he  wasn't  too  eager  to  let  others  touch  him  suddenly,  but  when  he  lifted  his  gaze  to  Bambi  the  slight  anxiety  slowly  washed  off.  He  cast  a  small  grin  to  her.  ❝  What's  the  matter  miss  ?  are  ya  cold  ?  ❞  Of  course,  he  didn't  see  it  as  a  problem  to  let  the  flames  raise  his  body  temperature  a  bit  if  the  bracing  cold  of  the  nighttime  was  bothering  her.

@bastcrbine : holds his hand tbh

[bazz-b]

" oi , bird brains ! why are you two fucking yelling ! "

"YOU WANNA GO ON THE LIST!?!?"