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#❛ : ( threads; alice. )
randomfae · 3 months
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i don't know, magp fellas, but somehow when alice says shit like "i created you and i can destroy you" or "i was born down here and i will die here" i sorta... believe her? like yeah you're obviously joking but are you tho?
lowkey same vibes as gertrude going "of course, gerard! i just happened not to mention the network of sinister tunnels that snake beneath the archive where i keep all my darkest secrets"
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gayformlessblob · 2 months
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i love how even though we have a lot of varied tmagp designs a lot of people seem to agree that the core tenants of alice dyer are
piercings
bangs
big jacket
big skirt
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SOMEONE get Jon out of there- my man stopped the apocalypse only to be subjected to reading aloud Reddit threads and blog posts as a digital entity.
Truly a fate worse than death.
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daenystheedreamer · 1 month
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fjsdlkfads sorry continuation of what i said in ur replies but this is the thread i read on alicent as viserys' pseudo eldest daughter it was really interesting https://twitter.com/1llomen/status/1772349324954869819
thank you thank you!!
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angelfruittree · 6 months
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I told myself I was gonna record some podfic but I am just re reading parts of in memoriam again and trying not to be sick
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safinsisland · 10 months
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To pick a flower
Starter for @alice-langdon
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Safin stood still between the flower bed, pausing to watch his visitor.
The young lady interest him. Not only were here papers up to date - from garden shows to government jobs - she also knew more then the merry base.
She strolled careful along his flowers, fully aware of its poison abilities, enjoying it anyway.
And yet ; there was something, something Lyutsifer could not put his finger on. Something familiar in her gesture maybe?
He frowned lightly and focused on his guest again.
“My foxglove is blooming in the brightest colour at the moment. I believe you can appreciate the view?”, he spoke up in his croaked voice, while his hands fiddles with his sleeves.
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arobinwithoutbatman · 3 months
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@ofangelsanddemigods Closed Starter
Strictly speaking, Tim should be at school and as far as his attendance record and his teachers were concerned, he was at school. And his body double was doing great. Instead, Tim had grabbed a cab to a little house on the outskirts, a few precious items wrapped carefully in his bag along with a packed lunch. Enough for two people. Well... probably closer to four given how much Alfred liked to fill his lunch. Either way, Tim would eat well and it wasn't a secret that he'd taken to sharing his lunch with a couple of people.
He knocked on the door. "Miss Alice?" He called out because it always helped to let her know. "It's Tim! I brought lunch."
Because someone had to come see her. They all tried to make time for the woman; she was another layer to Bruce's tragically early death. Bruce left behind his butler who had been more like a father, his adopted son, his unofficial foster son and his wife.
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crawlingforwardx · 3 months
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@ask-alicelockwood | continued from here.
They may have been back in the Right Side Up but this nightmare was so far from over. Especially as Nancy laid out this insane plan that involved them going back into the Upside Down to kill Vecna once and for all. Steve didn't agree with her plan but he was on board regardless of the fact. Because if they didn't do something and fight back, who would? There was no one else that could.
While the others began putting together a list of things they would need to fight Vecna, Steve's biggest concern was still Nancy. Ignoring the stinging pain in his sides, he started making his way over to check on her after her mind attack when he was suddenly tugged back by the collar of Eddie's vest. He was unsurprised to find that Alice was the culprit.
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"Oh, Come-- You can't be serious." He said as if she were being the ridiculous one. As if to prove his point, he gestured to the dirtied and wet piece of cloth Nancy had ripped from her own shirt and wrapped around his midsection as a makeshift bandage to stop the bleeding. "I'm good. Really. The bleeding stopped."
In typical Alice fashion though, she waved his protests off and stubbornly insisted on applying better first aid now that they had access to it. "You're seriously overreacting. It's not going to get infected. I'm fine." Aside from being in some pain but it's not like that was anything new. The look she gave him made him want to roll his eyes because he was pretty much arguing with a brick wall. She was unmoved.
Sighing loudly so that she knew that he was annoyed, Steve finally sat down. "We don't have a lot of time so be quick, alright? I want to check on Nance before we roll out."
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alicexcheung · 7 months
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starter for @julianxheywood
location: oasis
Since being back in East Haven, Alice had been grappling with the way that she had left things all those years ago. It was her fault, she knew that. Alice was old enough and adult enough to know that but it wasn't making it any easier. Alice had been trying to throw herself into work but it was quiet, so she took it upon herself to head out to Oasis to get out of her head, or at the very least, she'd try. By the time she spotted him, she was several drinks in and they were very much alcohol filled. Alice strut, as best as she could over to Julian and tapping him rather impatiently on the shoulder.
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thedipshits · 8 months
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@ask-alicelockwood cont from x
🏹   ———  they're hurt. not in any physical way, but the link between the rig and themselves, he feels the hydraulic fluid leaving the rig like he would blood from his own wrist. his heart — their hearts, because he can feel hers, too. like a shadow or an echo — thumps hard and fast against his ribs, face set in a grimace as they wrench the broken machinery through kaiju flesh, bone and viscera.
weird that he once thought they were kind of pretty, underneath the brick-shitting ferocity.
"you know," he says as they glance at each other, mirror smiles on their faces because she knows what he's going to say, but still he has to say it, "if you weren't in my head, i'd wonder if you say those things just to get me hard."
he knows that not everyone within loccent can hear them, not if their controller doesn't link them into the speakers, so he's not too worried about getting another reprimand for his in-pod and on-mission communications. still, it thrills something inside him to hear their controller give a huff of a laugh over comms.
"c'mon alice, let's get home to wonderland, huh?"
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grcveyacd · 1 month
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“ what are you doing here, al? “ body leans against the doorframe, arms folded across his chest. “ it’s the middle of the night, and the last i heard you were supposed to be at some emo night with my cousin. “ // @ask-alicelockwood
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princeteddy · 1 year
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i bought memoriam by alice winn today and read it in approximately six hours good book really good book i-
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archxngxl · 2 months
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Closed Starter
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The days following Josie' return were a mix of happiness and utter chaos. The events leading up to Lucian and Alice finding her, had shaken both of them to the core. Alice was sure than none of them came back the same, but she worried for Lucian. The things they'd seen, the things that they heard in that place, it was terrible. Alice was used to hearing and seeing the dead, but Lucian did not.
Alice groaned as light hit her eyes from the opening in her curtains. She moved to her back, hands moved to rub her eyes. Good sleep evaded her since they came back. It didn't help that she saw countless reporters out front, practically aching to ask them invasive questions. She'd asked Lucian to stay the night, since those reporters were bound to chase him all the way to his place.
Alice walked down the steps, making her way to the kitchen. Two cups were placed on the island, pot already placed under the coffee machine. She got to work making them both breakfast, keeping in mind just how Lucian liked his coffee and breakfast. The brunettes peaked into the living room, only to see her ex awake. "Did you sleep?" She glanced at the clock, it was 4:30 in the morning. // @willowswriting
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blemishezarchive · 1 year
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@inrovina
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it's ten o'clock and she's just getting home now. she doesn't look at xeno when she walks in, but she can feel his eyes watching, wondering. alice sets her keys down on the coffee table and stares him down. "what?"
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velvetjune · 3 months
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Already making up an entire Alan Wake 3 game with Alice’s perspective going to the dark place guiding Alan and others out of it with her art, and a subplot where Barry (most important character ever) comes back to Bright Falls from influence of the Blessed cult
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chishiyashoodie · 10 months
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FINALLY HE POSTS
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