#ʚ c. bandersnatch ɞ ⁄ worship your body as you walk my way‚ you're the only one who can make me pray.

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ʚĭɞ       ―      THE TRUE ROUTES  +  ARCANA  ,

› we all have a little madness in us , alice. especially you.

#THINGS I DO INSTEAD OF WRITING KJENMRHKJNM #TUMBLR STOP KILLING MY QUALITY #ʚĭɞ ― misc: portraiture ˊˎ- #ʚ x. introspection ɞ ⁄ i can't deny it‚ i lose my head : fight it‚ i do‚ but i can't deny it‚ i lose all my mind. #god i haven't used darcy's fc in 5 million years #crying #reversed hermit aleister :(((( am sad #ʚ c. alice liddell ɞ ⁄ oh you clever little thing‚ what a charming basket case. #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 ⁄ worship your body as you walk my way‚ you're the only one who can make me pray. #ʚ c. king of hearts ɞ ⁄ roses are red and violets are blue‚ from the depths of my gardens our hearts bloomed. #ʚ c. puppet master ɞ ⁄ salvation on your breath‚ caught it in mine‚ mumbling confessions undone and divine. #ʚ c. black rabbit ɞ ⁄ doesn't care about how you'll save him‚ where he’s from there's no salvation.

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&  RE  :     banter    /    @shadewritten​.

“  OH  ,  MY DARLING  ...  ”  From hushed whispers does the Bandersnatch acknowledge his presence, their own cheeks wet, eyes stained red as tears gather ‘pon their lashes. They sat on the floor, head laid against one of the church pews between which they hid. Letting out a shuddered breath, Amadeu’s head lifts to look up at the vampire who, to no surprise of their own, had found them sobbing to themselves in the candlelit church.  “My flowers have wilted,”  they murmur, voice cracking.  “All of them... I’ve no roses left in my gardens.”

#shadewritten #hi i'm speedrunning this starter call KJENMRHKJNM #crying amadeu ... it does exist ... #ʚ c. bandersnatch ɞ ⁄ worship your body as you walk my way‚ you're the only one who can make me pray. #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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redoing tags p. 1 : character tags.

#ʚ c. alice liddell ɞ ⁄ oh you clever little thing‚ what a charming basket case. #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 ⁄ worship your body as you walk my way‚ you're the only one who can make me pray. #ʚ c. king of hearts ɞ ⁄ roses are red and violets are blue‚ from the depths of my gardens our hearts bloomed. #ʚ c. cheshire cat ɞ ⁄ for now my heart is pierced by cupid and i disdain all glittering gold. #ʚ c. gryphon ɞ ⁄ you’ve got what it takes to set me free‚ oh‚ you could mean everything to me. #ʚ c. caterpillar ɞ ⁄ she can crush every hope when i've got her heels stomping down my throat. #ʚ c. mad hatter ɞ ⁄ and the man who drank the tea and took the pill has locked himself in limbo. #ʚ c. march hare ɞ ⁄ do you know that you’ve imprisoned yourself like the king of all the capulets. #ʚ c. dormouse ɞ ⁄ time dancers whirling past‚ i’ve gazed through the looking glass just beyond my grasp. #ʚ c. mock turtle ɞ ⁄ facing the storm‚ i'm cast out at sea. i'll drown eventually‚ so don't save me. #ʚ c. tweedle-dum ɞ ⁄ forgiving who you are for what you stand to gain‚ know that if i hide‚ it doesn’t go away. #ʚ c. tweedle-dee ɞ ⁄ swear to god‚ love seeping from your gun. know that if you hide‚ it doesn’t go away. #ʚ c. red queen ɞ ⁄ what a lovely time that it would surely be‚ so bite your tongue and choke yourself to sleep. #ʚ c. white king ɞ ⁄ sometimes the curiosity can kill the soul but leave the pain. #ʚ c. gnat ɞ ⁄ weep not poor dreamers‚ i’ll show thee the way through all the pain and the sorrows. #ʚ c. duchess ɞ ⁄ she lost her voice down by the river‚ screaming for courage and called it her terror. #ʚ c. raven ɞ ⁄ all the queens and the court jesters clapped‚ adored‚ but a trophy of mercy is a trophy no more. #ʚ c. nobody ɞ ⁄ but you won’t cry for my absence‚ i know. you’ve all forgot me long ago.

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ʚĭɞ       ―      @londonfallen​​​ : romantic starters.

DARLING  ,  DEAREST  ,  DEAD  ...  THEY WOULD DIE FOR HIM  ,  if he asked it of them, though immortality has its way of crushing such hopeless romantics. He moves them, so much so that even the carnal hunger that permeates the Bandersnatch’s existence is quelled in comparison to that love. At their church grounds does he bend his knee, brought low by this realm, but raised up by its most deplorable creature. They know he would not kneel before them of his own free will and so it begs the question that he must want something from them. Whatever it is, they would give for much less.

“Mi corazón,”  they murmur, moving closer. Leaning down, both their hands reaching to cup the hume’s face, lifting his head so that they may press a kiss to his temple. More, they would not give. He had not asked, nor had he demanded. Such was their way.  “Do you seek your prayers heard?”  Their thumb moves to lay over Silas’ lips, eyes narrowing in thought.  “Or perhaps to hear someone else’s?”

#forces silas down on his knees by breaking his knee caps #(metaphorically) #do what we must #londonfallen #ʚ c. bandersnatch ɞ ⁄ worship your body as you walk my way‚ you're the only one who can make me pray. #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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❛ why don’t you just kill me? ❜ (jean-jacques && amadeu // hello again :3)

&  RE  :      writing prompt.   /   @shadewritten.

WHAT A SILLY QUESTION  ...  BUT HE DID SO LOVE HIS SILLY LITTLE  questions, didn’t he? They didn’t understand, of course, how one could have such a low opinion of oneself. Self doubt, they suppose, is not something they have ever had to wrangle with. Trust issues, perhaps  :  but that is from logic, that you cannot trust anyone aside from yourself. Even then, they think, there is an exception to be made for one’s soulmate. They trust him. Alice, Jean-Jacques, Aprix. No matter the name by which they wore in their heart, the fact remains that Amadeu looks upon him with complex adoration  ——  a love that is eternal and predated and, perhaps to the object of their affection, unexpected. Is it because they are a monster? Or because he thinks he is?

“Of all the things within this world I would kill without pause nor remorse  —  you are the singular exception. That you ask me why is folly. You know why.”  Because they love him, whether he wishes to truly believe that consistently or otherwise. Along his cheek does the Bandersnatch’s knuckles trace, until their hand has raised enough that they may gently wrap a strand of the vampire’s hair around their ring finger.  “My soul was made with the sole purpose of falling in love with your own. You are the only thing more important than my goals, my nightmares, my prophecies. You are my dream within a world without dreams.”

The way they speak of him, one would think they worship him  :  and perhaps that is not quite untrue. Apocalyptic though their vision for the future of Wonderland may be  ...  they bow beneath the weight of love ‘pon their heart. The only thing in this world they would ever worship was not the Jabberwocky’s false godhood  —  but rather their endless devotion to Alice.

“I will never see you harmed. Not by myself and certainly not by the death wish of another.”

#shadewritten #ʚ c. bandersnatch ɞ ⁄ worship your body as you walk my way‚ you're the only one who can make me pray. #◟ ❥ jean-jacques + amadeu : losing our minds in cities of roses‚ don't let them ruin our beautiful rhythms.