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wonderloste · 19 days

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❛❛ 𝟒𝟎 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐆𝐎, 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐒! not too long after that, its streets were overrun by 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞…

#SUNLESSEA, a multimuse blog ft. both original & semi-canon characters from FALLEN LONDON ( sunless sea / cultist simulator ), heavily supplemented by & rewritten with VAMPIRE: THE MASQUERADE lore & influence. written by unicorn, painstakingly oh my god i've been setting this blog up for so long.

➤ CARRD / RULES / MUSES

#follow me here if u perchance like my ocs and lore building for more wild ass content [this time w vampires!]#i promise u i still love wonderloste and i'm not abandoning this blog but i am just v mentally scattered rn #and i put a lot of work into sunlessea so i'm having fun in my vampire niche kerjhnm #self promo /#mwah

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wonderloste · 3 months

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tomorrow is valentin's birthday </4 🥹

#ʚ o. out of character ɞ ⁄ otome games are my thirteenth reason.#i know it's a day of mourning for wonderlandians but ily king #KJNEMRHKJEMNHR

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wonderloste · 3 months

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humes are so very lackluster when it comes to their energy, they think. they've been given the impression all his kind must be the same as he is. how he has stayed in bed this late and without moving a muscle is beyond them : they are almost always gone before his eyes open in the morning, for this very reason. he won't seduce them into a sleepy stupor again by holding them and kissing at their collar, though. if anything, they pout over it, head shifting so they can glare up at him, pouting.

"a party! when have you ever known me to throw a party? utae na lakwenien." he spares romanticism where they draw impatient, a creature of the forest to their very core. they lift themselves back up and lean forward to bite his nose. "'tis the festival of the moonlight starbows! it is winter time in wonderland, you see." as if that explains everything, they pry themselves off of him, but do not release his hand. they tug him, expectantly. "the spade kingdom has already begun to celebrate. it will last well into the night, but you must come now. we'll miss the starbows!"

this isn't at all unusual from their typical state of affairs—though he most often woke far easier than this. its the position that's familiar, less so the action therein where he's shocked from a blissfully dreamless sleep. in contrast to their wilder beauty, he's half a mess with less than half a mind awake, blinking blearily where he scrambles to collect himself enough both to speak and to wriggle his arms free from beneath them to wrap loosely around their hips, using their weight as an anchor where he lacks the energy otherwise to sit up proper quite yet.

" and a good morning to you too, a'maelamin. " despite his grumbling, a lazy smile settles 'pon his lips when he bows forward to press kisses light 'gainst their exposed chest and collar. hardly appropriate, he figures, given their demeanor, but he can rarely resist it when given peace for privacy. " festivities? " a brow quirked, but little else; he's not ready to crawl out of bed quite yet. " are you throwing a party? "

#don't be a loser silas #londonfallen #◟ ❥ silas + carisma : your heart knew the path‚ is this the place we used to love? am i the one you dreamt of? › londonfallen.#ʚ o. in character ɞ ⁄ you’ll lose your mind wandering for hours‚ may even decide to start talking to flowers.#ʚ c. bandersnatch ɞ ⁄ you go down just like holy mary‚ mary on a cross : your beauty never‚ ever scared me.

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wonderloste · 3 months

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He sits leaned against the tree, swirling something in his hand until he notices March Hare approaching. He pats the spot next to him, gaze turning to the field in front of him once the other takes his seat. "Around this time of year the train would be getting festive." He murmurs, nostalgic over the thoughts of how much they could be decorating this year. If they choose to. Have they noticed his disappearance yet?

He sighs, turning to place something in Briar's hand. A black ring with a flower curled around it. It flutters as it moves, glowing faintly in the darkness around them. "A gift for you, should you want it. I may be far from home, but if I had to be with someone right now, I'm glad it's you."

late holiday asks / @etherealguard

it isn't unlike him to seek out company, just as likely as it is for him to run from it. still, the times he does run typically involves going somewhere quiet, and alone — he should be annoyed to find alice perched in the courtyard he oft preferred to use as his getaway, but ... he just sighs, accepting, and takes his spot next to the hume. he's sure that's what he expects of him, too, because alice doesn't even stir when he sits beside him, legs stretched out along the flowers for him to fall forward over, head falling into open palm. he looks silly, but not as stupid as the human avoiding everyone to sit alone in the dark looks.

"festive? like ... for a celebration, or what?" his nose scrunches, ears twitching to indicate his interest where his expression and snippy tone does not. he's paying attention. there aren't any holidays in wonderland right now, but their worlds are vastly different. he knows that just from the world the original alice liddell had come from ... never mind the freaks who carried her soul afterwards.

it doesn't really even occur to him, how sad it must be to be stuck in a foreign world against one's will without being around someone familiar for some kind of festival. and why would it? he liked being alone. sentimentality is lost on him ... but only so long as he isn't forced to bear the brunt of it.

"wait, what?" he startles as his hand is taken, posture straightening 'gainst the feeling of some ... a little too delicate being placed in his possession. he blinks, stares at alice's face for entirely too long, then finally looks down at the ring given to him. oh ... that's ... embarrassing. "wh—" the fur on his ears bristles, standing on end, and as if to accentuate it, a rush of color raises from his neck. his cheeks are warm, and he's fidgeting. "wh—why? it's not even my birthday—!" whereupon one would be given black flowers for mourning, but this is... not that!

he gawks at the ring, but doesn't do anything so uncouth as reject or discard it. instead, he just holds onto it and adjusts the way he sits so he can look away from him, ears twitching something fierce while he seemingly pouts. "well. you have terrible taste! whatever. i'll take it, i'm not going to throw it away or anything. be grateful."

#etherealguard #congrats on ur tsundere dh KEJRMHKJ #ʚ c. march hare ɞ ⁄ i’m a nightmare‚ i know what you mean. i can’t wake up from all these scary dreams i have.#ʚ o. in character ɞ ⁄ you’ll lose your mind wandering for hours‚ may even decide to start talking to flowers.

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wonderloste · 3 months

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i'm having trouble getting back onto this blog compared to my lower key blogs rn bc i feel so guilty about being gone so long 🥲 which logically i am aware was not my fault bc my laptop literally exploded for like 2-3 months but man i feel bad KEJRNMH

#i always have trouble coming back if i've been gone for a while...#i know i just need to suck it up and like. dive back into writing here like i did on my other blog but #reaches up to the sky #</4 #aaaaaaa #kejrnmhkjnm #srry i've been so silent on this blog... that's literally why #:')#ʚ o. out of character ɞ ⁄ otome games are my thirteenth reason.#ʚ x. delete ɞ ⁄ an eye for an eye‚ a leg for a leg : a shot in the heart doesn’t make it unbreak.

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wonderloste · 3 months

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there are some instances, even in this world where he has so deeply changed, that in order to be kind, he must first be cruel. his confidence does not waver, nor does it soften in the face of the emotional turmoil he sees in the haunted and equally awed expression alice wears. the king of hearts speaks with a chest that aches, where his hand turns inward from pointing at irons... and instead presses over his heart, where the petals rush within him. he has no heartbeat ... but what had remained of alice throughout his war raged against her, a white rabbit who watches them from the crowd with such tenderness, almost convinced him otherwise, once.

it is his turn, it would seem, to play the role of dashing hero for a villain so tragically lost to self hatred and guilt.

"we will damn you." he declares it again, louder this time, his eyes narrowing as if daring it to challenge him. he knows it will, of course. it is stubborn, and iron-willed, and very callous ... not so easy to sway, no matter how flimsy its own walls hold up. he had been so, too, long ago. "we once declared that the soul you carry would free you of a life of suffering and tragedy. we were correct. destiny is written in the stars, neither yours nor ours. no matter the identity your soul carries now, we will face a you who does not remember love. the curse we inflicted upon you so long ago, we won't break."

a declaration, then, not only to irons itself, but to the jabberwock and all of wonderland, who stand in attendance. their god stands at the back with its posture straight, expression unimpressed, but wings spread, curious, watching them. he can feel aleister's eyes burning into them, and he thinks, perhaps, if a bat could cry, then so too could a dragon, and so ultimately could the stars.

"we knew you would say so. you will not deter us. love in itself is foolish! you take pieces of yourself away from something or someone, every key needed to pull apart the very fabric of your heart, and simply hope that they will not be true to you in the end." he raises his finger and snaps it, as if to say a-ha! but his eyes are shining, red and brilliant, and very excited. if he'd a tail, it would wag. "we will believe in tragedies starting now, alice." his nose scrunches, amused and kind. he takes a step towards it. "if we refuse to acknowledge that tragedies exist, then they will befall us. you will despise yourself, when starfall comes upon us. we will shatter the skies and break the hearts of gods, and at the end of all things, the echoes of whom we were will forgive one-another. alice, my dearest friend..." his arm folds over his chest, and the king bows to wonderland's outsider, braid falling over his shoulder as he does so, "our souls will mend, at the gates of the stars. they will."

for all but a fleeting moment, it thinks it might have actually felt its heart skip a beat. or three. but that wasn't possible, certainly not without aid of candlelight—and it'd done no such thing! but the pull is unmistakable, the scene not unfamiliar ... much as its shock may suggest otherwise. it'd be fluffed up twice its size were it in any position to : but instead its ears are left standing on end, eyes-wide and jaw tight where his phantom echoes near verbatim the same speech it'd heard hundreds years past, where unbeknownst to it in the moment, its spouse proclaimed precisely how it'd fall in love—that it would ask for his hand, eternally—and so tragically short eternity had been ... so it thought. it has never quite left its mourning, but it had never quite gone back to who it was before either. it would recognize him anywhere.

its vision blurs, the further its brows furrow. wet, and hot.

" save ... me? " its voice is coarse. rough, grating, and terribly underutilized since its arrival where it had found some little comfort in silence. not that its hands don't move with it, signing over its chest as it speaks out of habitual behavior, but its thoughts are racing too fast for them to catch. " but we could not— i ... " failed you. it starts and stops : again, and again. starting the gesture halfway only to stop itself, claws curling 'round its own wrist where they aren't clutching at its chest. it doesn't know what to do. and it doesn't like these eyes. reminiscent of another, better day—one they didn't get to enjoy as much as perhaps they should have. compare, contrast ; the way their king of hearts swirls back on his heels, head held high and chest puffed out in pride—he looks blindingly bright, brilliant. the smile he wears makes its chest ache inexplicably : and it thinks it shows, as it shifts a foot back instinctually to put some small distance between them. it doesn't want to break its heart again. but ...

it misses him, more than anything.

its cheeks are streaked with blood. and just as well, its stained its suit collar red too. the words come at last, but don't flow as naturally as it'd like. familiar, too, but its confidence wavers in comparison to his own. it doesn't think it means it, when it declares— " you run a fool's errand. " how much more stern it thinks it'd look, were it not little 'bove the weeping maiden whose name its stolen. but despite itself, its trembling hands and warbled voice, it stares him down—and denies him. " i will not play a part in your tragedy. not again. "

#i miss this blog i need to do siladeu </4 #but vidya games #ʚ o. in character ɞ ⁄ you’ll lose your mind wandering for hours‚ may even decide to start talking to flowers.#ʚ c. king of hearts ɞ ⁄ roses are red and violets are blue‚ from the depths of my gardens our hearts bloomed.#londonfallen

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wonderloste · 3 months

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❛ what are you smiling at? ❜ - fires and valentin <3

this one's an old meme / @londonfallen

how he's changed. he'd drowned these people in rains of fire, once... forced a world of steel and lamplight down to its knees, over the wonderment that its very soul had bestowed 'pon them. it's an irony that he can't really illustrate perfectly with words : he's stood in positions above wonderland before, with fists made both of iron and rose alike. now he sighs as he looks down from the innkeep's balcony, among fae and their ilk dancing, singing, and toasting.

"i loathe seeing them happy," he muses, the subtlest of trembles to his lips where he fights the urge to frown once it's pointed out to him. guilt mixes with his pride, always. he'd grown beyond his bloody past ... but it would always be his past. nothing could ever take away the soot on his petals. "i was never holed up in heart kingdom, for the least part. i very frequently had the opportunity to see the lives of people i ruled over. it's a very lovely thing, that they all have their own lives..."

#londonfallen #ʚ c. king of hearts ɞ ⁄ roses are red and violets are blue‚ from the depths of my gardens our hearts bloomed.#ʚ o. in character ɞ ⁄ you’ll lose your mind wandering for hours‚ may even decide to start talking to flowers.

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wonderloste · 3 months

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❛❛ AND IF YOU GO CHASING RABBITS, you know you're going to fall ...

PLSS THE CUTE ASS ART @londonfallen COMM'D FOR ME AS A GIFT EKRJHNM THE CORE FOUR.... / artist.

#KJMKJMH #THEY'RE SO CUTE #MY SKRUNKLIES #GRABS THEM #ʚ c. white rabbit ɞ ⁄ if i only could‚ i'd make a deal with god and i’d get him to swap our places.#ʚ c. jabberwock ɞ ⁄ stroke of luck or gift from god‚ by the hands of fate or devil’s claws.#ʚ c. bandersnatch ɞ ⁄ you go down just like holy mary‚ mary on a cross : your beauty never‚ ever scared me.#ʚ c. king of hearts ɞ ⁄ roses are red and violets are blue‚ from the depths of my gardens our hearts bloomed.#ʚĭɞ ― misc: portraiture ˊˎ-

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wonderloste · 3 months

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𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑷𝑬𝑵𝑻 & 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻. 🐍

quotes from the first book of carissa broadbent's crown of nyaxia series . might be spoilery but i didn't include names . tw for cursing , death , suggestive content . for all your vampire , enemy ( to lovers ) & reluctant allies dynamics . * feel free to change roles , pronouns .

𝙸. 𝙳𝚄𝚂𝙺.

" don't look away. " " this place is a fucking disaster. " " never guessed you were pretty under all of that. " " i take no criticism from a drowned rat like you. " " which reminds me, i have something for you. " " made me think of you. " " it's a good color for you. " " youth is wasted on the young. beauty, too. " " you're sweet. prickly, but sweet. in an acidic sort of way. like a pineapple. " " i'm tired. tired of being afraid. " " crazy old bitch. " " don't drink yourself to death. " " you're dead here. try again. "

𝙸𝙸. 𝙵𝚄𝙻𝙻 𝙼𝙾𝙾𝙽.

" you are prey in a world of predators. " " may the Mother guide you. " " i was trying to save your life. " " i'm not a fool. " " are you deaf, or just stupid? " " you're unfriendly. " " ally with me. " " top of the eastern tower. if you change your mind. " " you'll be easy to kill later. "

𝙸𝙸𝙸. 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙼𝙾𝙾𝙽.

" a gift from a goddess. " " i have a gift for you. " " you're a demanding little thing, aren't you? " " becasue i'm nice and pretty. " " OPEN. THIS. FUCKING. DOOR. " " remember right now exactly how lucky you are. " " i feel sorry for her. " " that was a foolish decision. " " i taught you better. " " i would have been there, if i could. " " keep those teeth ready, little serpent. " " watch their back, but don't let them see yours. " " use him. but never allow him to use you. " " what in the seven fucking hells is wrong with you? " " we can't cooporate if you won't let me get close to you. " " i won't even dignify that with a response. " " you're working against me, not with me. " " you are afraid of me. " " i'm not going to hurt you. how close do i have to get without splitting you open to make you believe that? " " i don't know how i ever thought this was gonna work. " " don't let them take her. "

𝙸𝚅. 𝙷𝙰𝙻𝙵 𝙼𝙾𝙾𝙽.

" you're many things. but a good actress is not one of them. " " we're losing moonlight. " " don't you worry about me. " " get the fuck away from her. " " i'll be back. don't burn to death. " " i called and called but he wouldn't answer. " " we're surrounded by those who would like to see us dead. " " don't forget those teeth of yours. you will need them. " " daughter of the moon. welcome. " " i'm sorry for what i'm about to do to you. " " i'm glad your bedside manner is about as delicate as i would have expected. " " too late for that. you're stuck with me. " " did you miss me? " " i'm coming for you. " " you worried me. i should have known better. "

𝚅. 𝙲𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙼𝙾𝙾𝙽.

" return to the church at sundown. " " you were fucking magnificent. " " something bothers you. " " a dance? " " one more dance. " " give me one honest thing. " " are you going to kill me? " " you might destroy me anyway. " " that wasn't how i'd imagined making you come for the first time. " " you seem to be good at winning the hearts of ill-tempered creatures. " " we have enough if we ration. " " it finally happened. you've lost your mind. " " after everything, you're still afraid of me? " " i'm not a fucking animal. " " didn't think i'd see you again. " " you said it yourself. you don't have a choice. " " you can still say no. " " don't do anything stupid. " " we need to run right now. "

𝚅𝙸. 𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝙼𝙾𝙾𝙽.

" you look them in the eye. " " i gave you everything. i made you all that you are. " " don't look at me that way. " " kiss me. " " we'll probably die tomorrow. " " show me something worth living for. " " i've done a lot of thinking about you. " " i would beg, for you, i would. " " you have fucking destroyed me. " " there she is. " " give me a fair fight and i'll give you a fair death. " " i'm glad it was you. " " end it. " " i know what it is to lose half of one's soul. " " so many mistakes in the end. never you. " " you're safe. "

𝚅𝙸𝙸. 𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃.

" i was ready to let it all go for you. " " that is the stupidest plan i have ever heard. " " we will find the answers. " " everything looks so much more peaceful now, doesn't it? " " power is a bloody business. " " and there is no one i would rather have beside me. " " i give you my body. i give you my blood. i give you my soul. " " i'd like to be alone. " " you look like shit. " " better this than dead. " " what's the plan? " " you can find me when you need me. "

#ʚĭɞ ― inbox: SPECIFY MUSE(S) ˊˎ-

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wonderloste · 3 months

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"YOU'RE THE ONLY PERSON I CAN TURN TO" PROMPTS * adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of action prompts

DIALOGUE PROMPTS

i'm sorry if this is a bad time, but i need your help.

this is a matter of life and death.

trust me, if i could go to someone else, i would.

i know you don't owe me a thing, but i'm desperate.

this is the last time i ask you for help. i promise.

please don't make me do this by myself.

you're the only one who knows how to do this.

all right, all right, i'm sorry! now will you help me?

i didn't know who else to turn to.

this was the last place i wanted to go.

you know what i'm dealing with. you have all the answers.

please. this is worse than i imagined and i need your help.

you promised them you'd help me.

can we put our feelings aside? i really need your help.

i won't ever ask you for help ever again.

would you just listen to me for two seconds?

i'll explain everything. please come back inside.

i hate this just as much as you do.

i ran out of options.

i don't know how else to ask you.

you're the only person who will listen to me.

you've got to help me out with this.

this is my last chance.

just help me with this, and i'll be out of your hair for good.

i wouldn't come here for nothing.

you're the only person i can rely on.

i trust you to help me.

you helped them. why can't you help me? what makes me so different?

look. put our pasts aside and just help me, would you?

you're my last resort.

it all hangs in the balance.

this is do or die.

you promised me you'd help if it came down to it.

are you busy? i could use your help.

ACTION PROMPTS

[ stormy ] sender arrives at receiver's doorstep soaking wet

[ bloody ] sender arrives at receiver's doorstep bleeding and injured

[ call out ] sender calls out to receiver to help them in a moment of grave danger

[ text ] sender texts receiver asking for them to swing by and save them from a bad or awkward situation

[ call ] sender calls receiver in a time of need

[ wait ] sender is waiting in receiver's house when they come home, there to plead their case and ask for receiver's help

[ find ] sender locates receiver after hours of searching and pleads for their help

[ shout ] sender shouts receiver's name, desperate for help

[ panic ] sender approaches receiver in a panic and tries to explain to them what's going on

[ hide ] sender hides behind receiver's body

[ stranger ] sender desperately asks receiver, a stranger, for help with something

[ reluctant ] sender reluctantly asks for receiver's help

[ refuse ] sender refuses to help receiver

#MAN STANDING EMOJI #I GOT THE BIGGEST URGE TO DO MEMES ON THIS BLOG #i logged out of my other one so fast #hi #KJNMERKJHM #ʚĭɞ ― inbox: SPECIFY MUSE(S) ˊˎ-

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wonderloste · 4 months

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in alice's long history, put up against every soul that has fallen before it and even the one that had fallen with it unbeknownst to it at the time, there is one thing wonderland's reddest of kings is auspiciously certain of ... this topsy-curvy world has never yet seen someone as mad as irons. an unreachable feat when buried 'neath the throes of a world that has never seen sanity to begin with, for certain, but what else is there to say about it, when the entirety of the spade kingdom's citizenry, paused in their dances along the floor of the white king's ball, has frozen in place to stare at them. they are wide-eyed, both in blatant awe and swooning romanticism where their heroine-turned-bat and villain-turned-darling stand at odds from one another, the king of hearts himself not deterred in the slightest by the garnered attention. that, alone, is almost hilariously insane. like steel, he stands his ground, not a single anxious tremble in his voice, but all his power shown instead through the determination with which he traps irons on the dancefloor, finger pointed directly at its chest. they're beautiful, the both of them, he thinks their adoring public is whispering.

"you." all it had taken, then, a mere chance at catching its eyes when he'd turned with the aid of its arm, dodging its clumsy feet in hopes of avoiding stepping on its toes. where his own eyes shine from having forcibly stopped their dance in its tracks, he cannot possibly read its reaction to a king so brazen as to forcibly halt its sulking amidst its friends. but the pull of his own heart is still there, and this feels right, familiar, and necessary. he feels a pounding in his head, where petals rush through his veins. "we're going to save you." he doesn't think it so dramatic, but the deathly silent mooning that falls over wonderlandians around them almost makes him think it should be. "alice! we declare now before you and wonderland both — you are going to forget your love! whether it be falling for another heart, the minds of these people, wonderland, or erasing what it is to hate yourself... you are going to fall into hatred, and lost in the depths of your animosity, you will change your fate!"

@londonfallen / MR IRONS, HOW DID I DO!!!

#EHEHEHHEHEHE #londonfallen #ʚ c. king of hearts ɞ ⁄ roses are red and violets are blue‚ from the depths of my gardens our hearts bloomed.#ʚ o. in character ɞ ⁄ you’ll lose your mind wandering for hours‚ may even decide to start talking to flowers.#ship tbt.#imagine being candles in the crowd rn

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wonderloste · 4 months

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& THE GIRL WHO CHASED THE RABBIT, drank the wine, and took the pill ... has locked herself in limbo to see how is truly feels.

one of my gifts from @londonfallen :') / artist credit.

#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #CRTYING SCREMAING THROWING UP #EKJRNHKJENRBGJHBNERBJHGBN #LOOK AT THEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEM #MY AESTHETIC!!!!#what a way to come back #•#ʚ c. white rabbit ɞ ⁄ if i only could‚ i'd make a deal with god and i’d get him to swap our places.#ʚ c. alice liddell ɞ ⁄ oh you clever little thing‚ what a charming basket case.#ʚĭɞ ― misc: portraiture ˊˎ-

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wonderloste · 4 months

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HAPPY NEW YEARS EVE OR NEW YEARS depending on ur timezone KJNEMRH i'll be back to actually writing after the holiday, but <333 hope ur all doing well

#mobile tbd.

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wonderloste · 4 months

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YALL I'M BACK I GOT MY LAPTOP BACK IN TIME FOR NEW YEARS YEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

#THE FURRY OTOME IS UNPAUSED I'M BACK IN TOWN #KICKS DOWN THE DOORS TO WONDERLAND #HI GUYS!!!!!!!!#DARCY REAL #and all the other mfers i guess but <3 we all know it's darcy's show <3 /j EKRJNHM #omg i can have my TAGS BACK #i hate u tumblr #ʚ o. out of character ɞ ⁄ otome games are my thirteenth reason.#i can type again #in tears . gif #srry i was gone so long my laptop screen got completely broken and then the repair shop we went to was awful #:') pain

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wonderloste · 4 months

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they're void of their usual monastery clothes today, adorned instead with the flowers-made-gowns they typically wear when they dance among the forests for ritual and rite : colorful, for once, rather than a mishmash of black and red. barefoot, and terribly out of place in spade kingdom's posh dwellings.

"lazy manthing. wake up!" more notably, they're on top of him. they crawl into his lap where he lays on the bed, hands loosely gripping his shoulders to shake him awake. "'tis morning-" conceptually. there's no sun that rises. "and festivities are starting!"

@londonfallen / silas.

#pretend it's formatted posting on this laptop is a nightmare BUT I WANTED TO GIVE THEM SMTH #layS DOWN #londonfallen #tbt.#i hate writing on this PLS my laptop...

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wonderloste · 4 months

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send “ 🎁 + [ gift description ] ” to deliver my muse a gift !

if you can’t see the emoji, send “ PRESENT + [ gift description ] ” !

#THIS ONE TOO KERJNMH #OK MWAH ENJOY UR HOLIDAYS #tbt.

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wonderloste · 4 months

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send “🌿🍒” (or "mistletoe") for my muse's reaction to standing under a mistletoe with your muse ♡

#these'll be late but... Cute #tbt.

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