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@alicehart
Because of a certain someone, I am making this post!
No, I am not reviving this blog. It has 20 whole followers and I can hardly keep up with Lily’s blog as it is and right now she gets priority over Alice.
However, to anyone interested in writing on Discord: I am willing to write Alice with you on there.
This offered is extended to dedicated writing partners.
# seduction: fail
Happy Birthday, Alice!
“Another year cheating death! Unfortunately for everyone here, I have the resilience of cockroach and the evasive skills of a housefly! Cheers!” The woman then holds up her drink and takes a drink.
forget the good girl meets bad boy plots seriously give me all the bad girl meets bad boy and makes him succumb to his knees and plays hard to get and drives him crazy and he’s never been this into someone and she enjoys the attention so much and IF YOU’RE WILLING TO BE DARING, THIS COULD BE M/M AND STILL BE SO MUCH FUN pls dance your way into my inbox or like this and i’ll just rain headcanons and feels on you pls-
“ALL girls deserve cute undies!”
“I whole-heartedly agree. Cheers to that. Nothing boosts one’s ego discretely like a super cute pair of panties.”
//I am here to make tweaks to an AU of Alice’s.
Injured/Bleeding Sentence Starters
“That’s a lot of blood…”
“That’s not good…”
“I think that’s more than a little cut.”
“You’re looking rather pale.”
“You’re bleeding!”
“That doesn’t look good…”
“I don’t think that’s suppose to come out.”
“That’s a bit of an interesting angle for that to go at.”
“How do I get it to stop?!”
“How are you still standing?!”
“Don’t get up, you’ll make it worse.”
“What happened to you?”
“I can’t feel my fingers anymore…”
“Everything hurts.”
“Is everything supposed to go dark?”
“Ow, yeah, okay, that’s starting to hurt.”
“It’s just a cut.”
“I’ve had worse.”
“You’re bleeding all over my floor!”
“You better not die on me.”
“They got a lucky shot…”
“Next time don’t call me to come over only to find you in a pool of your own blood!”
“You need to keep pressure on it.”
“Don’t move!”
“That looks nasty.”
“Am I dying?”
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“Alice, hm?” Alice, as in Wonderland, though Kyoya refrained from saying so. It was a tale which had held magnetism with him as a child; it was frustrating in its absurdity, yet captivating in a way which made him all the more confused and annoyed. “It means nobility, if I’m not mistaken.” Interesting. “No last name to join it? Must be lonely,” he hummed as he turned her under his arm before falling back into their prior position.
Was she purposefully abstaining from the revelation? It was an odd discrepancy at a party that prided itself on the posh surnames of its guests. “I’m Kyoya.” There was a pause as Kyoya feigned withholding his own last name before he tacked it on with a slight smile. “Ootori.”
@starswrit
Prior to the little interlude, Alice had planned to make a stealthy exit once her task was complete... and it was. However, Mr. Ootori was quickly proving to be a worthy dance partner which was, unfortunately, a rarity for Alice. So, she supposed she could stay a little longer. The little American girl gazed up at the young man, studying his sharp features. Kyoya appeared much younger than most of the crowd, as was she. So, what demanded his presence this evening? A brilliant, young entrepreneur? Perhaps an heir? No matter, it was apparent he wasn’t shacked up in some tiny single room apartment, purchasing all of his meals from the nearby konbini. NEETs didn’t wander into galas in tailored suits.
“Quite ironic, if you ask me...,” she’d mutter under her breath. How the hell did this guy know the meaning to a western name? What other kinds of trivia did he have tucked away in his brain?
“Hart,” she sighs and nods, giving in to his hints, “Alice Hart. And it’s a pleasure to dance with you tonight, Mr. Ootori. I think you’ve proven that you can carry yourself on the dance floor.”
She gazes over his shoulder for a brief moment. In the distance, she can see the woman from earlier approaching her now ex-lover. As distressed as the woman may appear, she does not appear to be backing out of their agreement. The man appears to plead with her, gripping her by the arm as she tries to walk away. The woman quickly exits the ballroom, leaving him behind, throwing a napkin to the floor in defeat.
Those vivid eyes of hers once again meet Kyoya’s.
“So, where did you learn how to dance?” Alice inquires, “It’s not every day I just happen upon a younger fellow who can waltz.”
As much as she wishes to keep her eyes locked on the charming fellow in her current company, the thief can’t help but keep glancing at the man across the room. And after a full turn, she seems to have caught the man’s attention as well, or rather... something. Eyes wide, with furrowed brows, the man is now focusing on Alice and the garment she was now wearing.
“Or better yet,” Alice speaks softly, “Maybe it would be best to chat... elsewhere?”
"I’ll buy you anything with counterfeit dimes" -- caesar /
“Wow, big spender. Better watch out, don’t want Shirogane to get jealous, thinking I’ve got some sugar daddy now.”
“How many counterfeit dimes are we talking here?”
Pelts her with a water balloon. He's got another at the ready.
The water balloon would hit the unsuspecting Alice in the face, morphing around the contours of her face, but failing to rupture. It would then down her torso only to make an anti-climactic tumble to the ground. Damn. She was actually hoping it would burst. It was so fucking hot out!
“C’mon, man. Don’t be stingy with the water!” she groans as she picks up the balloon and gives it a squeeze, causing it to burst.
The woman then stands up from her lounge chair, and from underneath pulls out a Super Soaker Soakzooka 3000™ .
“You’ve made a fool of yourself, Wylan. You see, you’ve fallen right into my trap.”
She holds up the toy water gun and brandishes it as if it cost the woman more than $$15. She turns her attention back to Wylan, her lips curling into a smirk.
“I’ve waited a long time for this day. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me!”
The woman then charges at her opponent, pumping her Soakzooka and aiming right for him.
"I’m over caffeinated, going insane" -- shirogane
Officer Handsome was having a late night at the precinct, and Alice was back at her apartment practicing her Japanese by watching a very corny drama. In this episode, one of the main protagonists was diagnosed with cancer, evident by the fact that they keep passing out and now they’re bedridden. Such a snore fest!
Bzzz Bzzz!
Alice looks down at her phone to see a text from a certain detective.
Shirogane 27/6 10:30pm: I’m over caffeinated, going insane.
You 27/6: 10:31pm Maybe it’s time to call it a night. Come on over and we can put that boost of energy to good use 😘 I’ll be waiting 💕 warming up right now~ You don’t have sweaty feet, do you? My floors can get a little slippery. You 27/6 10:34pm Wow, this game is intense! Japanese rhythm games are far superior to American. If you can't dance to this you can't do nothing for me baby! 🎵💃
"Which one is worse, living or dying first-- sleeping inside a hearse?" -- kuroha
“I don’t care either way, just as long as I had fun. Besides, I’m bound to claim my one-way ticket to hell before I’m too old, anyway. So why not live it up? Also, have you been drinking, ma’am?”
“Can I have some?”
❝ I’ve never told a lie! Not ever! Don’t you believe me? ❞ from a joking Ven
“And I’m a virgin. Saving it for my one and true love. Would you like to see my purity ring?”
Hard Pill to Swallow
//I still have two more of these in my inbox but I’ve been sitting on them until a thought comes to mind.
So, as of late, and with no one in particular in mind, I’ve been noticing more mutuals growing discouraged because they feel they are not appreciated, wanted, or that no one is interested in writing with them.
But I want to challenge people to consider the possibility that one just isn’t getting what they want out of their interactions, maybe they lack interest in current interactions, and thus have that sense of not having anything at all. Perhaps the issue is that they aren’t getting attention from the muns and muses they like or favor, and only get responses from blogs that they consider to be meh or okay. I’ve seen people go on hiatus because their favorite writing partner is on hiatus as well. And you can tell when people don’t really check out their dash, they’re just waiting for a response from their bias partners. But what happens when they don’t have these people around, or no longer have such a dynamic? They have a tendency to delude themselves.
And I too am guilty of yearning for more interactions, but the only blogs that respond just so happen to not inspire me. But, I will never say that absolutely no one is interested in writing with me because that’s not true, and I’d like to think that’s the case the vast majority of the time.
Edit: But I’m not going to lie, it’s like hearing a friend complain about how they don’t have any friends and you’re like “Then what am I? Chopped liver?”
