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[girlevils]

that  entire  evening  jodie  had  been  contemplating  why  she  even  decided  to  show  up.  she’d  convinced  herself  that  accepting  the  invitation  would  be  a  form  of  absolution,  that  confronting  the  past  would  somehow  detox  her  from  the  feelings  that  she  so  skillfully  repressed  for  years.  if  anything,  it’d  done  the  opposite.  it has  been  said  that  grief  is  a  complex  feeling,  that  sadness  is  a  complex  feeling,  but  no  one  truly  ever  talked  about  the  complexities  of  guilt.  how  quickly  the  tides  could  turn  and  seeing  the  wilders  that  evening  felt  like  getting  hit  by  an  unruly  wave.  she  just  hoped  she  wouldn’t  drown.  ironic  considering  ...  a flood warning. the  incessant  buzz  of  the  alarms  sounded,  but  they  fell  on  deaf  ears,  a  prolonged  ring  overpowering  her  senses  instead.  she’d  been  standing,  idle,  eyes  focused  on  the  men  in  uniform  that  filed  in.  why  were  they  there  ?  what  was  going  on  ?  she’d  been  expecting  something,  but  not  this.  uneasiness  lingered  for  a  moment  though  river’s  voice  drew  her  out of her trance.  “  at  the  rate  this  night  is  going,  most likely.  ” spoken without missing a beat.  despite  her  internal  struggle,  she  wore  no  sign  of  it  —  a playful lilt in her tone.  “  you  bring  your  camera  ?  might need  to  start  taking  portraits  for  our  obituaries.  ”

setting: locked in who: open to anyone @classcursestarters

This whole event, it felt weird. Fucked. Like River was waiting for the next shoe to drop. And maybe that was more of a him thing. Maybe he was projecting. He hadn't been back in this godforsaken town since high school and it was making him uncomfortable. He kept wondering what people were doing, because right now it all felt like a farce. Everyone was pretending like this shit didn't feel like the start of some horror film, and it was causing his anxiety to sky rocket.

Also, what the fuck were Chris Wilder's parents doing here? Yeah sure, their foundation had something to do with the school's rebrand, but did they really have to be here? His foot was tapping out any nervous energy that was building in his body, and River decided in that minute, he needed a cigarette. He was almost towards the doors of freedom when the sound of numerous phone notifications went off, and then the slamming of the doors in front of him followed. Great, they were locked in. "You have to be fucking kidding me." He grumbled, turning to the person next to him he continued. "Think the windows locked too?"

[girlevils]

jodie  expected  nothing  less  from  nicholas  lehoy, what one saw was what one got.  she  couldn’t  say she was  close   to  him,  but  she  did  know  him.  perhaps  a  bit  more  than  most  despite  scarce  time  spent, the power of an observant eye.  she'd  liked  to  think  he’d  grow, diverge  in  his  adulthood because, for some strange reason, she was silently rooting for him. it  didn’t  come  as  a  shock  to  her  that he hadn't though ( maybe he couldn't ). he still appeared to  be  that  same  teenage  boy  lighting  fires in people  for  fun — but  she still happened to be  one  of  the  few  flames  that  never did  ignite. she  didn’t  interject  right  away,  opted  for  silence  and  watched  as  he  mulled  over  what  was  only  meant  to  be  a  quip  of  a  greeting  on  her  behalf. if  he  could  find  amusement  in  her  words,  she  could  find  amusement  in  his  —  and  she  did. mainly because his glorious dig held no weight, amounted to nothing but noise. “ think you might've forgotten who your audience is right now, ” there was an air of calmness in her. sure,  she  could’ve  bit  back  and  told  him  to  fuck  off  for  the  hell  of  it;  but  she  was  smart  enough  to  know  that  a  line  was  a  line  and  to  swim  right  past  the  bait.  not  many  did. “ but i have to say, your innate ability to still revel in your own wickedness is remarkable. ” spoken without malice, though it wasn't meant to be a token of praise either. an overfed ego did more harm than good, the proof was standing right in front of her. she let her statement linger, her eyes meeting his. “ can  i  ask  you  something  ?  ”  she  was  going  to  regardless.  “  does  it  ever  get  exhausting  for  you  ?  ” curious, as she extended a hand and offered the burning vice nestled between her fingers.

what  was  that  saying  ?  it's  better  the  devil  you  know  .  when  st  marys  had  opened  its  doors  ,  it  probably  hadn't  expected  the  fleshy  hot  mess  of  the  class  of  two  thousand  and  fourteen  .  nicholas  might  have  been  among  those  who  most  likely  shouldn't  have  ever  knelt  to  say  prayers  or  taken  confession  but  he  wasn't  alone  .  embedded  within  their  cursed  class  ,  something  that  no  amount  of  holy  communion  could  have  erased  from  them  ...  their  ability  to  ensure  that  they  made  all  the  wrong  choices  ,  buried  themselves  alive  .  chris  was  just  one  small  casualty  in  the  grand  scheme  of  things  ,  it  was  those  left  behind  that  were  meant  to  be  tortured  ,  tormented  .  nick  however  ,  was  quite  the  opposite  ,  his  return  something  that  he  was  enjoying  ever  second  of  rather  than  being  pulled  into  the  negative  energy  of  his  peers  .    "  politics  ?  if  i  never  make  it  back  to  the  nfl  then  i'll  definitely  try  that  next  ,  "  he  was  already  a  politician  in  his  own  right  ,  able  to  infiltrate  any  circle  he  wanted  and  usually  create  absolute  carnage  from  the  inside  .  all  he  cared  about  was  a  cheap  thrill  ,  his  addictions  of  the  past  all  leading  back  to  his  need  to  get  his  blood  pumping  and  no  real  substantial  void  that  he  was  trying  to  fill  .  the  grin  that  tears  across  his  face  ,  eyes  alive  with  electric  as  he  rubs  his  hands  together  ,  "  i  could  tell  on  you  ...  but  what  would  be  the  fun  in  that  ?  it's  only  interesting  to  hold  something  over  someone's  head  ,  not  rat  them  out  ,  "  not  that  it  would  make  a  very  interesting  tattle  at  their  age  but  the  thought  still  amused  him  .  he  was  riding  the  high  of  all  the  love  and  adoration  he  was  being  shown  by  middle  aged  strangers  he  didn't  care  about  at  all  ,  a  real  treat  for  his  ego  alongside  upsetting  all  of  his  previous  classmates  with  his  raw  truths  .  "  aren't  you  having  the  time  of  your  life  reliving  your  glory  days  ?  "  a  pause  ,  "  actually  ,  understandable  ...  you  weren't  that  glorious  .  luckily  ,  i  was  and  i  might  let  you  stand  in  my  shadow  to  taste  some  of  it  as  a  treat  .  i'm  in  a  good  mood  .  " 

[girlevils]

“  pinched  myself  a  few  times  tonight, actually.  ”  if  it  hadn’t  been  for  the  slight  curve  of  her  lip  then  one  could’ve  assumed  her  words  were  spoken  with  severity.  tone  flat,  void  of  any  emotion  really, but it was a smile that gave her away.  zeppelin  was  right,  it  was  surreal  —  a  bit  too  surreal  it  bordered  unsettling.  faces  jodie  never  would’ve  thought  to  appear  again  came  out  of  the  woodwork,  joined  a  flock  that  churned  out  effortless  pleasantries. it was almost as if that night never happened. that this event was just old home week.  some  of  them should've  considered  going  into  acting,  would  really  knock  meryl  streep  down  a  few  pegs.  however,  her  classmates  weren't the ones that  held  her  attention the most,  but  the duo  donning  sashes  and  working  the  room  with  an  ease  that  could’ve  earned  them  the  academy  award that did.  knowing  what  she  knew  about  the  wilders  —  at  least,  what  chris  had  shared  with  her  —  she  found  the  laughter,  the  smiles,  all  a  bit  …  interesting.  artificial.  then  again,  maybe  it  wasn’t  an  act.  maybe  death  really  did  bring  people  together for the better.  in  a  way,  the same  could  be  said  for  the  class  of  2014, only for them it was probably for worse. “  do  you  think  this  is  …  ”  melancholic  ?  jarring  ?  odd  ?  weird  ?  hard  ?  “  uncomfortable  for  them  ?  ” the 'them' in question could've been up for interpretation — their classmates, perhaps even the parents, but her lingering gaze on the couple of honor hinted otherwise.

𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 : event starter. 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 : open , @classcursestarters .

           zeppelin  was  struggling  throughout  this  whole  thing  evening  .  counting  down  the  seconds  for  it  to  be  𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑  with  .  although  ,  on  the  outside  it  looked  like  he  was  a  full  supporter  of  the  whole  thing  .  or  ,  that's  what  he  was  trying  to  give  off  .  there  were  times  the  male  was  far  too  easy  to  read  when  it  came  to  the  pure  𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑  behind  his  eyes  . . .         (     but  that  was  neither  here  nor  there  .     )         zoned  out  for  a  moment  ,  it  wasn't  until  zeppelin  noticed  someone  come  over  in  his  general  area  .  more  than  likely  minding  their  own  business  but  zeppelin  took  that  as  his  cue  to  turn  on  the  facade  .          ❛     kinda  surreal  ,  don't  you  think  ?     ❜        the  male  questioned  as  he  glanced  over  at  the  other  .         ❛     us  all  being  here  ten  years  later  .     ❜

[girlevils]

as  curious  as  she  was,  jodie  held  her  tongue.  she  wouldn’t  dare  ask  the  question  that  no  doubt  lingered  in  the  back  of  everyone’s  mind.  not  yet,  anyway.  what  was  that  video  ?  but better  yet,  why  show  it  ?  there  had  to  have  been  a  reason.  was  it  a humiliation tactic  ?  sabotage  ?  a warning ?  not only for malcolm, not only for helena, but for the rest of them too. a 'you'll all get yours — just wait' message,  the beginning of some psychological mind game. she  could’ve  spent  all  night  speculating,  had  the  time  to  anyway,  parents  bypassing  her  altogether  to  favor  her  former  classmates  that  had  much  more  traditional  success  stories.  that  and  maybe  their  inviting  demeanor  might’ve  had  something  to  do  with  it  —  enticing  smiles  rather  than  the  lack of  one  she  wore.  couldn’t  be  bothered  to. “  what, you  really  want  a  repeat  of  semi-formal  ?  ”  an  evening  that  was  just  as  much  fun  as  it  was  a  catastrophe.  breakups,  makeups,  fights,  few  hookups, dancing ( a lot of it )  —  and  all  because  of  a  sneaky  slip  of  someone’s  hand.  had  someone  done  so  now,  she  could  only  imagine  what  would  ensue.  however,  from  the  looks  of  it,  it  seemed  as  though  a  good  amount  of  them  grew  to  hold  their  liquor. might've just been boring, probably even a bit emotional, certainly no dancing.  “  could  introduce  you  to  my  friend  mary  jane;  but  something tells me  you  two  might’ve  already  met tonight.  ”  corner  of  her  lip  matched  the  quirk  of  her  brow,  “  unless magically producing  smoke  is  some  new  party  trick  of  yours  you’re  testing  out. ”

open thread. // @classcursestarters

god, that was weird. malcolm can't get over the fact that he was somehow made to do that speech. he also can't get over the fact that someone, somehow, slipped a clip of himself and helena into a wilder home video. what the hell was that? the video was innocent enough, but he's paranoid now. does someone know something? he knows of only one person other than helena herself, and it's got him a bit on edge. that on top of seeing chris' parents and kai of all fucking people... well, he's in need of a drink in his hand to accompany his bloodshot eyes.

he sighs to himself, trying to subtly release a puff of smoke from his lips before he crosses over to the refreshment table. "please tell me someone spiked the punch in true st. mary's - i mean, new horizons - fashion. i'm clearly dying for that old 2014 feel to life," the words drip from his tongue, coated in sarcasm. always making the jokes.

[girlevils]

“  wouldn’t  be  shocked  if  my  next  invitation  got  lost  in  the  mail,  ”  a  greeting  spared  to  entertain  the  girl’s  quip  instead.  perhaps  things  would’ve  gone  differently  that  evening  if  jodie  had  sought  out  that  doctoral  title.  questions  of  ‘what  do  you  deal  with’  met  with  some  inspirational  shit  that  only  added  hopeful  fuel  to  such  ambitious  parents  rather  than  the  one  word  answer  she  so  sparsely  gave them  instead.  so  her  approach  was  a  bit  morbid  —  what  other  answer  could  she  have  given  ?  death  pretty  much  summed  it  up.  a  concise  approach  clearly  misconstrued  for  a  curt  one,  word  traveling  from  one  parent  to  the  next,  because  ever  since  her  last  encounter,  not  a  single  one  came  up  to  her  again.  guess  it  paid  to  be  off-putting  at  times,  didn’t  have  to  deal  with  forced  small  talk  with  strangers  —  but  when  she  looked  at  cherry,  she  realized  that  she  could’ve  been  considered  one of those  strangers  too.  wasn’t  always  though. interesting how time could be such a weapon of change — of course, there were other factors at play too.  “  had  a  mother  ask  me  if  i  enjoyed  my  job  and  i  told  her  i  never  had  to  worry  about  being  unemployed ... she didn't really find it amusing.  ”  lips  sealed  around  the  rim  of  her  glass  in  an  attempt  to  suppress  a  smile, polishing off what little remained before,  “  could probably go for another, you ?  ”

@classcursestarters / open

she  had  been  convinced  that  it  would  be  a  disaster  from  the  beginning  but  it  seemed  that  it  was  just  another  classic  front  ...  a  way  to  make  things  feel  and  look  better  than  they  were  .  she  had  no  idea  why  they  chose  the  class  of  2014  as  their  new  poster  children  ,  half  of  them  semi  -  successful  and  some  just  burn  outs  like  her  ,  irrelevant  to  whatever  the  hell  was  going  on  at  new  horizons  .  parents  were  the  last  people  she  wanted  to  talk  to  although  she  had  noted  her  step  father  taking  the  opportunity  to  poke  around  at  what  was  on  offer  .  the  drinks  and  food  were  the  only  thing  that  had  her  staying  after  everyone  had  rounded  up  on  their  bullshit  speeches  and  questions  .  "  thank  god  that's  over  for  another  ten  years  ,  "  as  she  knocks  back  her  drink  ,  cringing  .  although  ,  she  was  joking  ...  there  was  no  way  they'd  ever  be  summoned  back  together  again  . 

[girlevils]

𖤐⋆.˚  SPECIAL DELIVERY FOR  ... @cherrycursed .ᐟ 𖤐⋆.˚  LOCATION  ... hallway off of the grand hall .ᐟ

she  studied it  —  the  mosaic  glass  stained  and  marred  by  cracks  depicting  the  devastation.  the  son  of  god  nailed  to  the  cross,  anguish  bestowed  upon  his  features,  and  a  slew  of  figures  crowded  before  him.  ten  years  ago  jodie  would’ve  paid  no  mind  to  it,  she  hadn’t,  often  saw  it  as  just  another  gaudy  display.  for  a  place  that  prided  itself  in  being  the  best  they  fell  short  on upkeep. maybe the evening was just a ploy to rack up enough to replace the window ... with an inviting sunrise, no doubt.  clear tape  still  sealed  a  shard  of  the  pane  in  place  —  one  peeled  back  time and time again by the deviant to funnel her smoke.  after  word  got  out  of  an  ‘aroma’  lingering  from  the  restrooms,  jodie  had  to  get  creative.  apparently creative enough  that  even  after  all  this  time  no  one  seemed to notice.  cigarette  sat  idle  between  ringed  fingers,  attention  fixed on  a  woman  knelt  before  the  cross,  head  in  her  hands  and  draped  in  crimson  red.  her  own hand dropped to  smooth  over the  silk slip  dress of  the  same  color.  a  bit  darker,  jodie  never  one  for  flashiness,  and  clinging  to  her  frame  like  a  second  skin.  yet it  wasn’t  the  dress  that  felt  constricting,  no,  but  a crashing  wave  of  realization that rendered her still.  for a moment, she  saw  herself  in  that  woman,  she  saw  her  classmates  in  that  crowd. it  wasn't  a  cross,  it  was  a  flowing current.  like that very scene, they  all watched  chris  die  …  disappear. only he didn't do it for their sins, they'd pay for those. technically they already started to. movement  eventually  pulled  her  from  her  own  head ( thank god ), quick drag from her cig before,  “  you  going  to  sell  me  out  to  the  headmistress  ?  ”  deadpanned  as  if  she  hadn’t  just  grappled  with  an  internal  revelation,  jodie  finally  turned only to be met with a familiar face.  “  nick,  ”  should’ve  known  it'd be  him,  always  was  one  to  catch  her  in  a  moments  of  seclusion.  “  enjoying yourself this evening ?  ” a beat, “  seem to be. you know if i hadn't known, i would've thought you tried your hand at a career in politics. ”

[girlevils]

she  truly  didn’t  mind  or  care  that  his  memory  may  have  failed  to  place  a  name  to  her  face,  perhaps  it  was  better  that  way.  just  further  proof  that  leaving  town  could  do  more  healing  than  staying  could;  but  then  again,  was  it  healing  ?  or  was  it  a  form  of  destruction  ?  avoiding  something  long  enough  that  it  would  magically  go  away  ?  she  told  herself  that  at  first,  an  attempt  to  make  herself  feel  better  for  staying  —  that  those  who  left  were  merely  looking  for  an  immediate  escape  route  rather  than  a  ticket  to  their  future  simply  because  they  couldn’t  handle  the  aftermath.  ( not  that  she  handled  it  well either ).  maybe  vince  was  one  of  them.  maybe  not.  maybe  he  cared.  maybe  he  didn't at all.  regardless,  he  seemed  to  carry  himself  well.  “  are  you  just  saying  that  because  you  didn’t  make  the  cut  ?  ”  small  jab  scorched  by  the  the  warmth  of  whiskey,  not  her  preferred  but  it  would  make  do.  can  never  say  no  to  a  free  drink,  even  if  the  generous  gifter  hunched  at  the  far  end  of  the  bar  looked like he was two  breaths  away  from  death.  “  but  if  that’s  really  the  case,  then  you  probably  shouldn’t  be  talking  to  me  at  all  then.  ”  a  sidelong  glance  as  a  beat  passed,  toying  with  the  thought  of  asking  the  question  that  lingered  in  the  back  of  her  head;  but  deep  down  she  knew  what  brought  him  here.  it’s  what  lured  them  all  back.  “  jodie,  by  the  way.  ”

sliding his tongue along his lower lip, vincent's brows lifted at the banter, an amused smile gracing his features as he complimented the expression with short laughter and a shake of his head. ❛ shit, i just might, ❜ vince quipped in playful reply, stepping closer, cocking his head as he took a moment to really take in her features; pretty, kissed with age, though her features still aglow with a youthfulness that further displayed itself in the way her lips wrapped around the playful words she spoke. vincent's gaze wandered to where she nodded, sipping on his beer, his other hand slipping into his front pocket; ❛ wall of fame, ❜ he scoffed. the only wall he made it onto in this bar was the BANNED list for a solid three months for beating up a bouncer. mommy and daddy's money coulda gotten him out of that one, but they wanted their baby boy to learn a VALUABLE lesson about respect. something that didn't fair over well with the only atwood child, to everyone's dismay. ❛ i don't need to be associated with this shithole town or the people who live here. ❜ the sole reason he was even here for this reunion was to make sure the lessons he had taught all those years ago stuck; that lips stayed sealed, secrets remained unspoken, and to go on a grown-up power trip.

[girlevils]

“  will  say  —  i’m  not  the  biggest  fan  of  what  your  mother’s,  stepmother's  done  with  the  place.  ”  a  formal  greeting  bypassed  to  favor  a  satirical  quip  instead,  strides  coming  to  a  halt  as  jodie  brushed  shoulders  with  her  former  classmate.  despite  her  ‘extended  stay’  in  lincoln,  despite  countless  mornings  passing  by  the  haunt  like  clockwork,  this  was  the  first  time  she  actually  found  herself,  well,  back,  so  to  speak.  “  bloody  mary  not  making  the  rebrand  does  sting  a  bit.  ”  the  statue  and  beacon  of  pure  christianity  that  once  overlooked  the  now  vacant  quad,  traces  of  red  paint  tarnishing  the  stone  —  a  dare  once  dished  to  a  2011  alum.  perhaps  that  was  the  breaking  point  for  the  school,  the  cause  for  the  abrupt  end  to  such  childish  games.  if  only  they  knew  what  was  to  come.  if  only  they  knew  what  skeletons  were  buried  by  their  promising  class  of  2014.  then  again,  maybe  they  already  did.  the  invitation,  the  text,  the  dare.  it  wasn't  a  coincidence.  and  what  a  twist  it  would  be  if  the  mastermind  was  actually  a  member  of  staff;  but,  that  wasn't  something  jodie  wanted  to  think  about.  not  yet.  “  nice  to  see  you  again,  iris.  ”

"Jesus." Iris mumbled under her breath, seeing the all too familiar landmarks of St. Mary's now cleverly wrapped up and presented as New Horizons. Yvonne had certainly done what she could to cover up the grisly past but not everything could be buried that easily. "Can't believe I left Portland for this." Right in the middle of a huge hearing as well but there were some things you had to come back for and a vague threat on a reunion invite was certainly one of them. / @classcursestarters

[girlevils]

the  hole-in-the-wall  felt  like  an  untouched  relic  of  nostalgia  —  ornate  '70s  wallpaper  (  probably  put  up  then  too  )  clinging  on  by  a  hope  and  a  dream,  defaced  dollar  bills  thumbtacked  over  tears,  and  frames  housing  newspaper  clippings,  sun-bleached  prints,  and  portraits  of  famous  faces  haphazardly  thrown  up  to  crowd  the  remaining  space.  the  low-lit  light  by  the  restrooms  still  had  that  annoying  flicker  despite  many  a  bulb  change;  and  if  you  looked  close  enough,  you’d  even  find  an  influx  of  names  and  memorialized  messages  carved  and  scrawled  into  the  weathered  wood.  some  would  argue  it  was  trashy,  others  would  defend  it  as  character.  she  favored  the  latter  —  was  even  certain  the  place  would  look  the  exact  same  years  from  now.  said  it  as  a  teenager,  said  it  now  in  her  twenties,  and  would  probably  be  around  to  say  it  in  her  eighties  ...  because  much  like  that  very  bar,  jodie  kinski  seemed  to  be  a  permanent  fixture  in  lincoln  city. memories  of  her  teen  self  bartering  with  the  chain-smoking  bouncer  for  admittance  (  mainly  for  the  occasional  live  music  act  )  crossed  her  mind  as  she  mindlessly  traced  along  her  very  own  carving  etched  into  the  bar  top.  a  bit  worn  and  illegible  now,  but  still  there.  wasn’t  until  a  commotion  roused  her  out  of  a  trance  had  she  turned  her  head;  but  rather  than  break  the  gaze  that  eventually  met  hers,  she  held  it  —  seemingly  unabashed  by  the  detection.  “  dunno,  maybe.  you  wouldn’t  happen  to  still  have  my  copy  of  the  great  gatsby  would  you  ?  ”  tone  drier  than  a  desert,  though  a  playful  lilt  managed  to  slip  through  the  cracks  as  she  made  the  small  callback  to  a  class  once  shared.  “  d’you  come  back  to  see  if  you  made  it  on  the  wall  of  fame  ?  ”  brow  rose  as  she  offered  a  nod  at  the  wall  in  question  —  successful  lincoln  natives  pictured  in  all  their  glory.

thankfully, being back in the abysmal, boring, underwhelming state of OREGON wasn't enough to put a damper on vincent's mood as he traipsed around town like he owned it, the thrill of the unknown lying before him enough to have him high without the assistant of any uppers ( okay, maybe some assistance but, primarily the thrill ). having already found himself well acquainted with one of the local bars, one he hasn't scene since he was using his last name to get him through the door when he was eighteen, vincent was shaking hands and accepting drinks from many who recognized him — either from st. mary's or from his lucrative career. people were greeting him by name when he couldn't even remember their faces, though he felt no shame about that; in fact, it was amusing as fuck. vince felt like a celebrity, which was the exact fuel his inferno of an ego needed. feeling the weight of someone's eyes on him, vincent turned, offering the face a widespread grin as their gazes met; ❛ hey there.... you !! youuuuu, you you you... uh, do i know you ?? ❜

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　　　　　　𖤐⋆.˚  INTRODUCING  ...  JODIE  KINSKI .ᐟ

a  twenty7  year  old  would've  been  doctor  turned  embalmer  with  a  love  of  vintage  aesthetics  and  penchant  for  macabre.  portrayed  by  daisy  edgar  jones  .ᐟ

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hellooo  besties  !  i’m  lauren  (  27,  she  +  her,  est  ).  i’m  a  pisces  sun,  leo  moon,  scorpio  rising  for  the  astrology  pals  out  there,  a  graphic  designer,  and  a  nicole  kidman  amc  ad  apologist  (  they  could  never  make  me  hate  tht  queen  i'm  sorry  ).  lover  of  coming  of  age  films,  campy  horror,  and  iced  peach  mango  green  tea.  also  a  very  enthusiastic  pinterest  user  and  hc  /  musings  fan  so  if  u  ever  want  to  discuss  any  of  the  above  pls  feel  free  to  terrorize  me  here  or  on  discord  anytime  …  this  is  ur  formal  invitation,  actually  !  anyways  enough  abt  ME,  allow  me  2  introduce  u  to  miss  jodie  kinski  !  gonna  be  real  rn  i'm  so  used  to  writing  silly  little  unserious  sidekicks  so  channeling  this  daunting  diva  is  going  to  be  so  ...  jarring  for  me  but  i'm  verrrry  excited  nonethless  !  <333

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𖤐⋆.˚   𝙶𝙸𝚁𝙻𝙴𝚅𝙸𝙻𝚂  …  a  dependent  roleplay  blog  affliated  with  𝗰𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗰𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗵𝗾  tolerated  by  𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘯. twenty7.  she  +  her.  featuring  thematic  elements  and  studies  in  ...  finding  immense  beauty  in  the  morbid  and  the  macabre  ;  picking  up  the  jagged  pieces  of  a  buried  past  ;  skeletons  slipping  through  the  cracks  of  a  barricaded  closet  ;  'i'm  not  a  violent  dog  —  i  don't  know  why  i  bite'  .ᐟ

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