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This Nosferatu wears many masks, but she renders herself recognizable across her obfuscated faces with her tell: size 10 white Doc martens with red contrast stitching. Those who know Tiny Toe Tracy's vomit-inspiring visage have earned it through actively scouring her appearance with the heightened senses of Auspex, but when she faces the public eye she usually looks ... Well. | This Nosferatu wears many masks, but she renders herself recognizable across her obfuscated faces with her tell: size 10 white Doc martens with red contrast stitching. Those who know Tiny Toe Tracy's vomit-inspiring visage have earned it through actively scouring her appearance with the heightened senses of Auspex, but when she faces the public eye she usually looks ... Well. | ||
| − | She's skin like a leather handbag. She's got lips like a crack in the side of an egg. Baby-fine blonde hair worn in an atrociously advised pixie cut that makes her look balding thanks to the pallor of her hair so close to her skintone. Eyes as beady as the dirty-footedest of Ohio Opiate Afficionados. If lung cancer had a voice, that'd be our darling Tracy. | + | She's got skin like a leather handbag. She's got lips like a crack in the side of an egg. Baby-fine blonde hair worn in an atrociously advised pixie cut that makes her look balding thanks to the pallor of her hair so close to her skintone. Eyes as beady as the dirty-footedest of Ohio Opiate Afficionados. If lung cancer had a voice, that'd be our darling Tracy. |
Bright side? On first sight everybody can tell she's nothing to fuck with. | Bright side? On first sight everybody can tell she's nothing to fuck with. | ||
Revision as of 14:21, 19 October 2021
This Nosferatu wears many masks, but she renders herself recognizable across her obfuscated faces with her tell: size 10 white Doc martens with red contrast stitching. Those who know Tiny Toe Tracy's vomit-inspiring visage have earned it through actively scouring her appearance with the heightened senses of Auspex, but when she faces the public eye she usually looks ... Well.
She's got skin like a leather handbag. She's got lips like a crack in the side of an egg. Baby-fine blonde hair worn in an atrociously advised pixie cut that makes her look balding thanks to the pallor of her hair so close to her skintone. Eyes as beady as the dirty-footedest of Ohio Opiate Afficionados. If lung cancer had a voice, that'd be our darling Tracy.
Bright side? On first sight everybody can tell she's nothing to fuck with.
