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𝕯𝐴𝑀𝑁𝐸𝐷 𝕾𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖚𝖗 ❦︎ retweeted
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝔒𝔫𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔳𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔦𝔯𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔰
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𝕯𝐴𝑀𝑁𝐸𝐷 𝕾𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖚𝖗 ❦︎ retweeted
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—Figure stood in the darkness bathed by the dim light of Paris. A body sprawled on the floor, whilst Ambrose held in hand the jaw that had been torn from it. Turning a carmine face of sharp teeth and slit pupils in irises of uncanny blue.
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ㅤㅤ“𝓨𝓸𝓾 shouldn’t be here.”
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𝕯𝐴𝑀𝑁𝐸𝐷 𝕾𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖚𝖗 ❦︎ retweeted
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Not sure what to do with a body ? I’ve made you a Doritos bowl out of the skull. Handy for staying tucked away in front of the telly.
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Not sure what to do with a body ? I’ve made you a Doritos bowl out of the skull. Handy for staying tucked away in front of the telly.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᥫ᭡ For a starter.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀{descriptive}
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀↻ For a carmine letter
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀in your DM's to plot.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀₊˚ ✧ ━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━ ✧ ₊˚
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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 @vaempeir
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Marseille. A port city in the south of France, a long way from Paris and the capital’s alluring ways, with a way of life filled with buildings and people in search of glory. —
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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 @vaempeir
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Marseille. A port city in the south of France, a long way from Paris and the capital’s alluring ways, with a way of life filled with buildings and people in search of glory. —
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A business trip to forge partnerships with top-class local suppliers was the reason of Ambrose landing. Heels clacking on the pavement in the daylight, sunglasses for the light had no effect on him. It was at night, whilst taking a stroll out of curiosity, —
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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 @mourningstcr
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The quiet hours of the cabaret allowed the owner to relax in the velvety armchair whilst sipping a strange, reddish nectar. His nose wrinkled at the distinctive scent of something far from human. Something purer. —
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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 @mourningstcr
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The quiet hours of the cabaret allowed the owner to relax in the velvety armchair whilst sipping a strange, reddish nectar. His nose wrinkled at the distinctive scent of something far from human. Something purer. —
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moving with smoothness grace, approached , frozen in a aging of eternal maturity. “I suppose you’ve never been here before.” His calm tone seemed to hold a false glimmer of life, from the fluttering of his eyelashes to the rise of chest. —
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