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⠀ ♱ 𝖔𝖔𝖈 : if anyone sees this, would you pls pls pls recommend me your favorite layout accounts ? Specifically those who are good with horror themed graphics ? I am so very picky with alice’s layouts, I feel like you gotta understand her to get her vibe 😩
⠀ ♱ 𝖔𝖔𝖈 : okay no, real shit, I am going to tiredly try to revamp here… new carrd, new layout… whew. yeah.
I miss it here but I already know this revamp will kick my aaaaaass. alice has sm damn lore.
stay tuned ! 😭✨
₊˚ʚ ☆₊˚. 𝐀 vice, or simply ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒? a survival instinct, or a mere act of nourishing their bodies? there was no shame when they stood side by side, partaking in 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔.
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from him, chucking it off the cliffside; he must not’ve been that hungry if 𝐴𝑁𝑁𝑂𝑌𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐻𝐸𝑅 was on the agenda.
she would take another drag from her cigarette before reaching up to place it between his teeth
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pluck a stick out and place it between her teeth, and shove the box back into the purse. waving her hand before her face, a zippo nor BIC was necessary in this moment, for the little flame that lit the end was
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𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑑. deeply inhaling, she pulled the cigarette out of her mouth and blew out, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍 whipping in her face, and blowing the smoke away. she ran a quick hand through her hair to
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it was moments like these where she half considered quitting smoking.
𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑.
reaching into the bag, 𝒶𝓁𝒾𝒸ℯ pulled out her turquoise carton of 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐦 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐬. flipping the pack open, she’d
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“— without turning a bunch of heads. and can you seriously stop standing that close? 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴? this cliff is unstable, and just because 𝑌𝑂𝑈’𝑅𝐸 not gonna die if it crumbles 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍’𝐓 exactly mean we’re in the same boat.”
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regaining her balance as she approaches him from behind.
reaching into the black leather bag strung over her shoulder, she practically 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 out the two sterilized blood bags. 𝚂𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙰 𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙰 𝙳𝙾𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙽 𝙷𝙾𝚂𝙿𝙸𝚃𝙰𝙻.
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O-, 09/25. fresh, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑚. not warm like the glimmering blood that pumped in her own veins, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑠…
“𝐈’𝘮 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯, and it’s 𝘈 𝘓𝘐𝘛𝘛𝘓𝘌 tricky to use my—” words are cut off as right hand
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₊˚ʚ ☆₊˚. “𝐘eah, well,” brunette trudges up the tall grassy hill of the cliff’s edge where the tall blond stood. she seethes through clenched teeth, 𝚀𝚄𝙸𝙴𝚃𝙻𝚈 𝙲𝚄𝚁𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶 as she stumbles over a sharp rock, quickly
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“ took ya’ long enough . ” he would recognize the light in her veins anywhere . eyes trained on the waves , stomach rumbling & aching for its life—source . david does not need to turn to know @aliceschains is there——as she lives & breathes .