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 ✭✭  ❛ i mean honestly, the AUDACITY of cute people, being so CUTE !! oh, &&. i’m talking about myself, of course, i’m the cutest. ❜

#✒ PENNING // *ic.

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indie randomless original character NEELA LEE , as played by leon, a sweet face with a mouth of acid, his lithe body does little to belie his fiery personality. he hides much of this brashness, however, behind a mischievous and sickly-sweet smile, coating his poison with words of sugar. selective, verse friendly, private.

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kurosamaofsuwa‌: ( ☣ jabberwocky. )

His face had yet to express he felt anything, the closest emotion being the brushing away of Twiddle’s arm and hand away from his face. Immune to his poison, he did not worry about touching the fellow guardian. The closest thing to worry he had was being exposed as himself before it was time.

“What point would there be to have a purpose and no place?” Callous to his heart, how he wanted to care but the more he cared, the more he felt, and the closer to his madness he got. Even before Alucard, his world was a dying one. It had always been a dying one. And now… now this was the only home he had left. If you could call it a home, but he lived and served here, so unless some miracle happened, this would be his home for as long as he lived.

“Why think of the past when it no longer matters?” And wouldn’t that be nice - to be rid of the past that weighed him down like chains. It wasnt possible yet, he had yet to lose all of his mind, but he was sure he’d be free of the chains

pale fingers dance together once more, intertwining and releasing before resting limply next to the thin frame of their owner, the eccentrically colored outfit of the boy seeming to dull in some strange way in the pale light of their fantasy world. the smaller guardian sighs and turns those hands to tuck into the silky material of his blouse, head lifting to rest those blue eyes upon the horizon.

  ✭✭  ❛ guess you’re right. i shouldn’t think of the past, it doesn’t matter now. all we have now is the present, and no one wants the past me anyways. hm. ❜

after a few brief moments, a hand raises to his own face, and with a quick movement the guardian makes a silly face, sticking out his tongue to the other man, hands raised in a clawing gesture, as if trying to replicate something straight out of a cheesy horror film. the mask has shifted once more, the play continues, the curtains drawn.

 ✭✭  ❛ BLEH !! did i scare you ? i like to get deep and philosophical sometimes, it really gets someone’s blood pumping, don’t you think ? i really think it is one of my cuter charms. ❜

#kurosamaofsuwa #✁✁ sɴɪᴘsɴɪᴘ !! // ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇs #✁✁ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴀʙʙᴇʀᴡᴏᴄᴋ ☣ #v:thevaleriaproject

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daemons | COMMON DORMOUSE

individuals with common dormouse daemons tend to be introverts. they are active, avoidant, adaptable, and planners. they value honest individuals, privacy, and ambition.

requested by anon

#aesth. #photo. #tw: mice #tw: animals

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light-guarded·: ( ZOMBIE. )

‘Coffee. I need coffee’. Working all night kills one’s brain. ‘my brain aches.” She thought to herself. Working as a med student was going to cause a person EXTREME fatigue.

As if the world was turning in slow motion. CRASH. The hot liquid splashing onto the front of her white lab coat and spilling onto the floor. It took her brain moments to register the situation. Her tired eyes blinking back her lips turning into a harsh frown

“There’s no need to be so rude. I would have bought you a new one if you hadn’t decided to insult me.”

Dark eyes glared down unamused the face of the woman cold and harsh like stone. Unmoving she clenched her own cup of the aromatic liquid and turned around and started to walk away.

✭✭  ❛ you’d be rude too, if your favorite blue shirt was STAINED with coffee, you know, the thing that is infamous for being nearly impossible to de-stain ? ❜

he responds easily, a hand lowering to gesture to his once-nice-now-not-so-nice shirt &&. using well-manicured nails to pinch at the cotton material. he’s lucky that he removed his scarf &&. coat at his table, they would have been utterly destroyed with this staining liquid if he still had them on his person. he spares a smile, seemingly sweet but dripping with that liquid heat that his coffee once held, but now cold on the ground. he doesn’t look at the woman, instead turning and heading towards his own table ( just to grab his stuff, it looked like he’s heading home EARLIER than usual ) and throwing over his shoulder:

✭✭  ❛ here’s my honest advice for you: stop procrastinating on whatever you’re doing, use your time wiser if you aren’t getting enough sleep. you look &&. act like a ZOMBIE, and it’s super ugly and unbecoming and makes me want to gag. but what should i know, i’m just a rude passerby, right ? “

#;; he's like /this\ close to throwing a spell #✒ PENNING // *replies. #✒ PENNING // *ic. #➸ ᴢᴏᴍʙɪᴇ // light guarded #light guarded #v:canon

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kurosamaofsuwa‌: ( ☣ jabberwocky. )

Did he have a favorite guardian? A question Kurogane would never directly answer but between him and the others, there was no question of who he served.

He watched Neela - Tweedle. One could never assume he was Dee or Dum, drifting between the two with no warning. A familiarness of its own. Was he bored? Perhaps. There was little to do as they waited. Waited until it was their turn to entertain their King. Until then, he must pretend to be an Alice or nowhere in their sight. But it’s familiar territory - waiting. There was at least poison to produce - a cruel maddening poison, a killer’s toxin - as it kept him busy in his times of waiting.

“Why would our King want such generous entertainment to be first when he can savor it?” It would be some time before they could move freely as the Hare was to be first, a welcoming act. It was more for the Alices anyway.

the boy’s mask morphs further into those delicate features, the sweet smile seemingly plastered upon his face, those fingers still dancing, playing away upon the side of his legs, his blue eyes narrowed in some unknown emotion. just how depraved, how FALLEN is this boy with no sense of self, carrying those two ( three ) identities in this extended play ? he reaches to pat the other on the cheek lightly, 

✭✭  ❛ are you trying to comfort me ? how absolutely adorable ! it makes me feel better already ! ❜

it seems almost mocking, in a way. this was all a ploy, the boy knew, something to fill their empty minds, entertain their thoughts, for they were nothing but PUPPETS for their king, that was their only purpose . . . to be pulled along by strings and lead these ALICES to their eventual destiny.

✭✭  ❛ do you ever think of what could’ve happened if we didn’t end up here ? i think about it a lot, more than i should since who are we to doubt our KING ? but could you imagine, a world where you didn’t carry poison ? do you think you would have any purpose ?  ❜

his mood shifts suddenly, a grave look upon his boyish face as he looks down at his hand that had before rested upon the other guardian’s cheek, that silver hair falling to frame around his face to hide any expression that may be hidden in his eyes. a TWEEDLE-ESQUE moment, his mask has changed.

#✁✁ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴀʙʙᴇʀᴡᴏᴄᴋ ☣ #✁✁ sɴɪᴘsɴɪᴘ !! // ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇs #v:thevaleriaproject #kurosamaofsuwa

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so. his shirt was ruined. coffee typically does that, yes, especially if that shirt is a nice light blue or some other light color ( but this time around, it’s the light blue ). he has little idea whether he should sob or scream or do something DRASTIC about his nice cup of caramel macchiato with soy milk &&. a dash of cinnamon currently sitting both in his shirt &&. in a puddle on the ground around him. various eyes from around the cafe were turned to glance upon his misfortune ( most likely because of the large yelp he had emitted earlier, the coffee was HOT after all ). he blinks, looking at the offending zombie he had run into, who still hadn’t reacted to his plight. his hands are out, open, a prim brow raised, those lips pursed in a clearly displeased expression.

✭✭  ❛ you going to do anything about this, or is the windows ‘98 that is your brain still booting up ?  ❜

@light-guarded has appeared in his CRYSTAL BALL.

#✒ ᴘᴇɴɴɪɴɢ // *closed starter. #✒ ᴘᴇɴɴɪɴɢ // *ic. #v:canon #light guarded

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✭✭ PLOTTING &&. STARTER CALL !! 

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kurosamaofsuwa‌: ( ☣ jabberwocky. )

He is familiar enough with Neela, he isn’t surprised by the smile, words as sweet as aspartame and equally artificial. Only a guardian and their King could get away with such a carefully careless ruse, of touching and not falling prey to a poison most cruel. For now, there would be no poisoning, there was only waiting for the time to arrive.

A slow and fluid swish of an arm, no real harm aimed at his fellow guardian but had he not danced away it would have brushed his arm away, and as it finished most of his movement it combed his hair back as though it could be tamed, as though he could be tamed, before his arm returned towards his side.

“Who said I have a favorite?” Talking in questions and his expression having such a neutral tone. Never directly answering anything asked of him. A question for a question - was it in his nature, or was that his madness? The guardian would not say.

✭✭  ❛ aw, you don’t have to be shy about who your favorite is, although my favorite is still the KING !! ❜

the boy momentarily revels in the novelty of the act, getting to touch a body carrying such toxic poison that could take one’s breath away ( quite literally ) in such pain, such cruelty, such cold-blooded murder. he rubs his hands together, imagining the burn he could have felt if he was another person, the pain that he will one day inflict once his KING gives him his gift to give. he glances up at the other guardian under soft lashes, those pink lips drawing together to a pursed pout.

✭✭  ❛ but honestly, aren’t you bored, having nothing to do all day but wait for your time to come ? really, our KING should have let me do the first of the gifts, i’m quite the generous person, you know ? i’m already being so kind to the lost lambs ! our cute ALICES ! ❜

#✁✁ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴀʙʙᴇʀᴡᴏᴄᴋ ☣ #✁✁ sɴɪᴘsɴɪᴘ !! // ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇs #v:thevaleriaproject

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#aesth. #photo.

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{ @kurosamaofsuwa​ has wandered near !! }

✭✭  ❛ if it isn’t my favorite JABBERWOCK !! ❜

he coos, those fingers reaching out to immediately brush through that unruly dark hair, his feet upon their toes so that he may reach the height needed to do such an affectionate action. his voice is sickeningly sweet, and his eyes narrow from the beam on his lips.

✭✭  ❛ and did you miss me, your favorite guardian ? ❜

Neela adds in a sing-song voice, already dancing back to avoid any repercussion from his previous actions, winking and holding up a gesture with his fingers, that alienating expression still upon his face. all of his words hold a tone of depth, as if he was speaking the half-truth . . . but he continues to smile, to grin.

#✁✁ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴀʙʙᴇʀᴡᴏᴄᴋ ☣ #✁✁ sɴɪᴘsɴɪᴘ !! // ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇs #v:thevaleriaproject

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durindanna‌: ( ❁ poor, lost alice !! )

Doe-eyed boy, soft around the edges, thin-boned. Hektor looks at him and he may seem at ease enough but still… in a world where everything is a threat, this person does not seem made for war. (Should he pity him? Something in his stance seems familiar, though Hektor is unsure if that’s the paranoia talking, the usual side-effects of war coupled with the blood rushing under his newly-living skin, or actual memory / reason.)

For now, armoured fingers clench tighter around the polearm held casually at his side. (Won’t need it, but being armed makes him feel better. Safer. Old habits die hard, even when told that there will be no death in this place for some time.) “Aren’t you an odd choice to be roped into a game like this? You look like the kind of young guy who has– parents, or goals outside of listening to a magician or murder.” (He won’t call that man a king. Magician will do for now)

thin fingers clasp together as he finds a new lost soul ! ah, yes, there they are, those POOR LAMBS wandering about so lost among this strange strange land . . . it was all so poetic ! just like something out of those storybooks ! his smile is amicable, those soft features flushed with excitement.

✭✭  ❛ wah, it is so nice to meet you ! don’t worry about me, i LOVE games ! i’m quite good at them too, i can’t wait for them to begin . . . but when you say magician, do you mean our illustrious KING ? ❜

he waggles a finger, tsking accordingly behind his teeth as he shakes his head. o’, what a strange sight ! to see the young man speak down to such an imposing figure ! but something is callous behind the act, any closer observer can see the harshness behind those watery blue eyes, that grin tinged with something mad ( dangerous ).

✭✭  ❛ you should refer to him by his title, OUR KING, but HIS MAJESTY should be alright as well. never refer to him by that name in front of me again, alright ? ❜

#✁✁ ʟᴏsᴛ ᴀʟɪᴄᴇ ❁ #✁✁ sɴɪᴘsɴɪᴘ !! // ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇs #v:thevaleriaproject

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fukainoumi‌: ( ♕ my KING . )

         ❝    tell me – do you like it here? are you happy? be honest… if you aren’t satisfied, i’ll do what i can to make sure you are. i want this… i want this to work. i want them to die, and i want each of you to be happy as you watch it happen. as you kill them yourselves. tell me if i’m doing it wrong.     ❞

@bcyblue  ┊♡ calls for the KING ♡

the young man gives one of his impish grins, those rounded eyes wide and full of some self-contained pleasure as he waves a greeting to his leader, their KING. his expression is friendly, his posture clearly in deference to his new companionship, but something about the boy is . . . estranged.

✭✭  ❛ hm, am i HAPPY ? a strange question to ask, my KING !! perhaps i’d be happier if you had more time to spend with me, of course ! ❜

he stresses the word king, putting a hand to his chin as he does a small silly face. however, it all feels staged, pre-planned, in a sense. this boy is not telling the whole-truth, emphasized with another of those grins ( smirk ), those half-moon eyes partially-lidded, long lashes covering any intention that may be hidden in those blue eyes.

#✁✁ ᴍʏ ᴋɪɴɢ ♕ #✁✁ sɴɪᴘsɴɪᴘ !! // replies #v:thevaleriaproject #;; adjfklasdjf neela is just like SHRUGS im already happy being here with you uwu or so he says--

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✭✭  “ i can’t wait to see what cute A L I C E S should come our way today !! “

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