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independent selective multi-verse & multi-fandom brandy alexander from the novel invisible monsters by chuck palahniuk

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                         Haute couture and getting hauter.

                      independent brandy alexander from the novel invisible monsters by chuck palahniuk.

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@mcrningmoon ♡’d for a starter !!

         blown-out   pupils centering wide,   blissful   eyes widen as the queen introduced as   violet   takes the stage.   the performance is flawless, exaggerated, hilarious ―   perfect,   in brandy’s eyes.   &   she has seen enough drag shows to be considered an   expert.   the end of the song cues an ovation from the   queen supreme   herself, mounting stilettos to applaud the performer enthusiastically.   ❝ encore, encore!! ❞  the model shouts, a   euphoric   expression on the elaborately made-up face rivaling many of the performers’.   as the drag queen exits the stage, brandy excuses herself from her roommates she arrived with,   insistent   on complimenting the entertainer’s thoroughly   entrancing   performance.   ❝ you are   so   talented.   teach me to be you!! ❞   brandy comments as she arrives within hearing range of violet, delicate fingers grazing the dancer’s arm.

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i thought i had a crush!! but it turned out to just be a 2 day long infatuation where i was actually just bored

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Summer’s hot but I’ve been cold without you …

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REVERSE STARTER CALL!!   like this post & i’ll respond to one ( or a few ) of your open starters.

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@bloodbaptised ♡’d for a starter !!

         a claw-shaped, mauve-polished index finger taps twice on the glass covering the brunette’s   guilty   indulgence in the form of a   chocolate-caramel cupcake   the size of a small   rodent.   she smiles sweetly at the baker, offering a nod in confirmation.   ❝ yes,   that   one please. ❞   glancing around the fairly   vacant   bakery to assure that no one she knows ― or more importantly, knows   her   ― is present.   that’s when she spots a familiar face, but not one she’s seen   in person.   a small smirk   hinting   at thoughts of   mischief   bestows her peach-tinted lips, no longer focusing on her flirtation with the   pastry boy   now that her baby blues are set on   someone else   entirely.   ❝ haven’t i seen you before??   i don’t believe i could forget that   face. ❞   she slides smoothly into the chair across from the older man, crossing one lithe thigh over the other and smoothing down her skirt.

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      ————— TONIGHT, WE, THE LEADERS OF THIS GREAT COUNTRY, WILL SIN, SCOUR, SANITISE, AND STERILISE OUR SOULS UNTIL WE ARE FREE AGAIN, AND THIS COUNTRY WILL BE BETTER FOR IT. WE ARE NOT HYPOCRITES. WE PRACTISE WHAT WE PREACH.                                                              PURGE AND PURIFY.

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IVAN:

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         he chews away at his bottom lip as he stands before the shelf of vodka. a dozen kinds, a hundred flavors, and despite the fact that deep down he doesn’t care, it all comes up the same again, the corpse is struggling to choose. right now, it’s between cotton candy and pink lemonade, both from a brand notoriously sweet– just like he likes it. ivan glances down the aisle, giving the woman a quick up and down. “hey,” he hisses to catch her attention, holding up both bottles. “which one?”

         a hangover   clearly   calls for a liquor store run.   she and her roommates had a   little   too much fun last night, and unfortunately for brandy, it showed.   normally sparkling baby blues she was   proud   to display were rather   droopy,   and the bags beneath them rivaled her own largest   d&g   duffel.   thus concealed by fendi shades, irises scan the shelves as a   barbie-pink-polished   nail trails over the labels before her.   she may be   spontaneous,   but when it comes to her moods and the alcohol needed to settle on such, her usual decisiveness   lacks.   she blinks slowly as she hears the man’s voice,   glancing   his way and then to the   bottles   in his hands.   ❝ cotton candy??   no   way,   honey.   that’ll get you sicker than a   fat kid   on a   tilt-a-whirl   after a funnel cake.   the lemon’ll balance out the sugar. ❞   after a matter-of-fact nod, she turns back to the shelf before her, her   dilemma   more to do with the   cost   of the intoxicant rather than the   flavor,   or in her case, the   lack thereof.   straight up   whiskey:   that’s the   brandy   way to do it  ―  today anyway.

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please, reblog this post if you want more roleplay equality in the year 2017. this means doing your best to help, support and encourage other roleplayers to achieve their best rather than put them down.

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CONSIDER THIS A STARTER CALL!!   i’ll be sure to read up on your muse to make your starter tailored to you.   i may message you to see if you want to plot something.

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