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[alicesaved]

independent selective & private portrayal of alice liddell from american mcgee's alice with heavy influences from different materials and my own personal lore. written by rat / seth / joe. (21+) general warning for disturbing content ahead, please read rules before interacting.

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[alicesaved]

i think you know by now how i feel about you. /+ irulan, duneverse

this room is a cold thing. all straight lines and checkered patterns, and the alice is a dangerous creature in it. she is mean to stalk and spy even the most unsuspecting of people. the most guarded. what is the mind but a weak point. malleable and easily persuaded.

her powers at the moment are underutilized, overlooked and discarded. it burns her, burns her deep, she does not care for tonight there is something much more important than serving a cause she does not have her heart in. irulan sits there, statuesque. uninviting to some but alluring to alice, even in her mind she wears her garments, one of many, her words make her smile even from the distance between alice and the throne.

in her mind. in their shared dreams alice hides behind nothing. no veil no pretense, the icy cold exterior melts revealing only her. her steps long and striding, nothing conservative about how she waltzes closer and closer.

"you are a contradiction, living and breathing. your feelings confuse me. i wouldn't have it any other way." alice leans down then, long raven hair cascading as irulan remains under her stare. hands gently grab the end of the fabric and flip it up, revealing irulan in all her beauty. adoration in alice's green eyes. "-and even if my estimations, my guesses, my thoughts were correct. i'd much rather hear it from you. how do you feel about me?" it is here, in the sanctity of their shared space now, their dreams, who would even dare to take a look? it's almost a challenge, never could alice stomp that competitive streak between them there is nothing to compete for now. alice is at her rightful place, next to her, even if it's miserable, even if it's wrong for the heart. show me if you do not wish to say it.

@sordidery

[pagent-archived]

the lucidity is starting to kick in. the numbing reminder that for better or for worse: none of this is real. it's a real fine line, a dangerous assumption because while it may not be real, the walls, the floor, the stage, the curtains, the litter of confetti and stale food was real at some point. sera laughs, awkwardly, pushing the airy sound out past her lips as if brushing off the creeping realization that there is a, relatively, sentient guest in her dreams. perhaps she should nip the habit of a late-night sip of canned coolers after all. it seems her dreaming has gotten out of hand.

" alice.. wow.. " tone falls flat, like humouring a child that is unsuccessful in getting their joke across. she's trying. really, she is. sera watches as the other extends her hand towards her sash, her shitty reflexes are even shittier in her dreams, moving away too slowly to avoid alice's touch. the sash is re-crested. made anew, shiny and silk. seraphina, she's an easy girl to impress. angel fingers inspect the satin, running over the stitched lettering that doesn't actually look like letters at all. it's the price of a dream. " help? with what? " unfortunately sera cannot shake her tongue out of this tone. skeptic and already written off. she's intrigued, surely, but is that really enough in a sanctioned space such as this? alice even said it herself, sera will wake soon.

there's an heir of vagueness around everything, undoubtedly. the guest herself? a mystery. why here, why this pageant, why this environment? a mystery. why sera? oh, there's about a thousand other people she could surely point alice to that would be of better help. in fact, there's something mildly embarrassing about being found like this, in all states and possible places, knelt in quietude to a sash made holy. " look, i.. this is a weird dream! ..right? will it even matter when i wake up? " when. god, yes. please wake up soon.

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her tone reminds alice of when lizzie didn't want her in the room, in the rare ocassions she didn't. she feels like a child again, and it is anger inducing. far too temperamental, angry at the world alice when it is you that should shoulder the blame. she clears her throat, gathers herself. not impolite. never. she has manners and never an excuse to use them.

"i'm lost. trapped. hidden." alice is aware this is a losing battle. trust must be earned alice, and it must be kept. lizzie's voice rings across her head. alice turns and looks to a side of the room. then there it is. what appears at the once empty wall are a pair of doors. large, military like out of place in this hotel. alice's eyes remained there. the metal cold, the rooms empyt and devoid of life very different from the place the blonde has constructed for herself.

"there." she points. waits for sera to look. hope is an animal, a creature that devours. and alice is at it's mercy. "-perhaps you won't remember me entirely when you wake. but you will remember that door. and i'll come to you again when you do." her hand drops. "i have been locked away, long enough." her nose begins to bleed, warm and real, it hits the carpet. "it will matter, even when you wake up."

[pagent-archived]

this is.. this is part of the dream before lucidity takes over. surely. this is part of the dream moments before blonde lashes flutter awake and sweat pools in the creases of sera's skin. another nightmare, or something close to it. vastness. loneliness. sera can almost feel the rugburn seer into her knees as she kneels in a corner, scrubbing an odd stain out the satin cream of a winner's sash. miss mini-indiana! miss most-desirable minor, judged by a panel of adults! it's a wonderful title, isn't it.

sera's shoulders squeeze at the sound of something unfamiliar. usually this place is vacant, abandoned. well, naturally. this is her sad fucking dream-space. though it seems it was once in tip-top shape, flooded with tip-top people, wearing tip-top clothes and branding tip-top smiles: it's never felt any more alive than it does right now. and this limital room is morgue-like. always has been. always will be. ‘ —wow, ok.. so you definitely should like.. not be here. ’ cautious discretion, but also arrogance! because this is seraphina alderson's fucking dream! ..is it not?

there's a question on her peach-tongue, though it's not necessarily savoury or sweet. actually, it's rather vicious in nature, but not accusatory. try, confused. really fucking confused! ‘ go.. away? ’ as if testing out the prompt, sera's words fall flat while attempting to lay out the land. she scrunches the sash in her hands and doesn't even remember turning around to face the other to begin with. yeah, she needs to wake up like.. right now. ‘ or.. like, am i supposed to do that? ’ wish the poor creation of the blonde's subconscious away? did she even come from sera's subconscious? where DID she come from?

[alicesaved]

alice is unfamiliar with the scene, the fabric in the girls hands. the stubborn stain that does not falter. her mom had the hardest time with alice's clothes. the space around shifts in an odd way, alice is after all an unwanted visitor, a guest.

"i did not mean to intrude like this." and it's half a truth, alice cannot afford to screw this up. she can coast by half truths and full truths. "-you'll be awake soon enough." it's half a promise. another thing alice can rely upon. a part of her wishes to get angry, but there is little to do there. you are in someone else's wonderland. uninvited. it's odd being able to speak in this manner, she supposes it's being in the mindspace. gives her her courage back.

"i'm alice." she starts, holds out her hand. "-this place is yours, and i cannot stay for too long." it's vague, like she wants to stumble on her words. her lips pressed into a line.

the fire. the culprit. the lab.

alice approaches her, hand reaches out to the sash. and once alice touches it, it cleans itself. the stain vanishing into nothing. a sign that she is trying to be helpful back. wide green eyes, desperate. "do you think you could help me?" it's a simply request, and even if denied alice would come back, again and again. too stubborn a child, only silenced once that blasted fire consumed everything.

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@pagent

a door is opened, and alice steps in. barefoot. she looks around, a deorated empty space. she does not recognize this place, it is not a memory, it is not alice's. this is someone else's. their own wonderland, what a curious place. hands run along the fabric of a table. she recognizes the things scattered along the floor as balloons, green eyes shifting around. a stage. the carpet old and wasted.

alice turns once she hears movement.

a girl. someone she doesn't know. this isn't alice's imagination. she must be asleep. dreaming. it worked, she managed to reach someone. her voice cut. scared to say something, she isn't a doctor. and it's overwhelming. her eyes pierce the girl, she approaches, slowly.

"..."

her eyes dart. from her hands to her gaze. filled with something. desperation, helplessness. and a serious air surrounds her. it is serious. to alice, a first meeting, a first impression. suddenly aware of how dr. bumby is right, she is unprepared, the outside world is unprepared for her. she will not last a day. she no longer belongs there. alice you must speak! for if you don't you shall die, die like the others! the voice is clear. and she straightens her back.

"hello." it comes out of her mouth, and she doesn't really hear it. she feels it. alice, mind your manners. she clears her throat.

[alicesaved]

rotating alice in the head.

[alicesaved]

on the run alice, faster, faster you always ran faster than the rest of them. it's only here, in this moment where she finds some momentary calm. her breath is jagged as she turns the corner and leans against the wall. slides down, sitting on the ground. when she feels it, someone is here but they are not. she has a visitor. a voice in her head calling and it is unfamiliar, not a single one of the wonderland creatures. who could it be? who calls?

hello? and it's a thought. she isn't scared, she is much more curious. it is unusual to have a visitor in her head when no one's here physically. something she can do and yet rarely does. she looks around for a sign, something to give a clue. who's here? how has she been found? alice rarely hopes for impossible things, but as often as they do impossible things do happen. @drunivers

[alicesaved]

my psd makes everything so blue but let me inform you alice's eyes are so round and SO GREEN

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so alice's powers aren't as direct as someone might assume, she can't just immediately know everything there is to know about a person just by entering their "wonderland" she has to stumble onto fragments or memories, and figure out how the person's mind particularly works. alice's memories of others are divided into everyone that has come into her life, and before they were scattered through wonderland. now, at least what she's gather from her family resides in a hidden room in the valley of tears, neatly organized. her memories have the form of glass shapes and by looking through them is the memory revealed.

other people might have different mechanisms, that fit their own headspace better. and although she becomes good at adapting on the go and figuring it out, it takes her time. if she just by being curious wants to know the person or even yet help them.

[alicesaved]

like this to plot !

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i can't put too much thought on like how alone alice was in the world after her family died, even after surviving being institutionalized she was taken advantage and made vulnerable every single step of the way.

[alicesaved]

marvel verse. alice is a mutant with reality altering powers, not the first in the line of The Alice title holders, but after dr. bumby burned down her house and killed her family, alice was institutionalized just like in canon but this event triggered her powers. she started constructing her wonderland while in the catatonic state. the wonderland is real and it's a true reflection of alice's mind. alice can enter other people's wonderland and what that might look like difers between people. after succesfully killing bumby she had full access to her powers meaning that she has her full arsenal at her disposal.

she goes into hiding, and she needs help in figuring out her powers and how to control them and keep them in check. if her mind is stable so are her powers, but if she isn't it can turn into a very volatile situation real quick.

abilities are as follows:

portal creation

short teleportation

conjuring of weapons such as the vorpal blade and the hobby horse

she can enter people's wonderlands (usually she is in a dissociative state meaning that this is not something she can do "in battle")

[keenmemes]

murder, she wrote — season one.

a collection of dialogue starters from season one of murder, she wrote. adjust wording as needed.

if this is some kind of a sick joke...

well, i thought you'd be pleased.

that's the trouble, [name]. you've never dreamed. and it's about time you did.

they'll love you, just like i do.

actually, i've not been sleeping well.

i didn't come here to be wined and dined.

i'm mortified by my behavior. i've come to beg your forgiveness.

suppose i just settle for the pleasure of your company.

it is never inappropriate to wish the world a little ill will.

alright, alright. stop getting hysterical.

i couldn't go through that. not after all these years.

another time, a different place, we might've had something.

you shouldn't be out on a night like this.

don't ask questions that beg obvious answers.

maybe if you lost someone you'd be a little upset, too.

i suppose we do have to keep up appearances, don't we, darling?

you know, i'm not used to being summoned.

you call it murder. i call it a career move.

guess i shouldn't drink alone.

i hate to say goodbye to people that i like.

you're always making fun of me.

around here, some of the real beasts walk on two legs.

would you like me to stay here with you a little longer?

spoken like a true champion of justice.

i think you know by now how i feel about you.

you know, the only thing i'm guilty of is caring.

i better warn you: i've been practicing a little.

perhaps you have an aversion to sunshine.

i'm not used to being refused.

i don't need your dime-store psychoanalysis.

i can be a generous friend, [name]. i can also be a dangerous enemy.

i have a dire feeling we're both in the same predicament.

that's a nasty temper you've got, [name]. i've always told you it was gonna get you in trouble one of these days.

well, congratulations. you are the talk of the town.

i'm only injecting a little honesty into this conversation.

she never gave a damn about me. she hardly even admitted that i was alive.

right now, i'm almost glad you talked me into this.

you know, if i didn't love you so much, i'd resent that remark.

it's hard enough to know yourself, let alone another person.

first rule of eavesdropping: never complain if you don't like what you hear.

if you think i've come to defend you, [name], you can guess again.

last night, i was nearly killed.

i assume you have a very good reason for breaking into my home.

i was afraid you wouldn't leave this alone.

all i'm saying is, don't sit back and watch. jump in.

i'd rather remember things the way they were.

i couldn't think about anything but killing him.

my occasional exploits are grossly exaggerated, believe me.

you shouldn't meddle in something you don't understand.

[const4ntine]

i'm not much good at conversation .

you don't say, john wants to say, but bites back. he doesn't know much about her, but this alice bird has shown she's the type to scare easy: in simple conversation just as much as combat.

and he doesn't want to scare her off. not much point in that if they're supposed to be helping her, is there? and they are. zee decided as much; that woman wouldn't know a lost cause if it came out of her hat.

(john supposes he'd like it if alice liddell weren't a lost cause either. but he knows better than almost anyone that wishing something were different is useless.) getting attached is unwise, but still he sits beside her on the steps leading up to the house of mystery. she just looks so bloody sad, sitting there all alone. "that's alright, love. just wanted to check in. you, ah, settling in alright?"

[alicesaved]

her mind is fracture. her distrust of others is only but a result of all the years being away from people who had the smallest bit of interest in her well being. alice is scary, scary to the doctor's treating her, she's a mad woman, a broken cup. sharp pieces easy to cut when handled. she's looking out, the vastness of the world threatening to swallow her whole. magic, such a funny concept. an odd one at that. to think it's real, that reality might have not been as certain as she was forced to think.

her mouth pressed to a line. john constantine, magic man. he smells of cigarettes and of alcohol. he doesn't scare her, he is surprisingly human to her. and possibly more familiar to her than most others. the house of mystery feels like a trinket box, like the one she and lizzie used to share. her bright round eyes turns from the forest to john. "why yes." she starts. sitting up a little straighter, suddenly seen. "-the house. it's beautiful. she feels alive to me, in a way. is she? alive i mean." it's quiet then. before she bites her lips. "-it's been so long i had a room to myself, it's so big." bigger on the inside, she would argue. "how are you, constantine, that's positively a mouthful...have i mentioned that before? terribly long name. but i suppose it's yours." her mouth runs on her own at times, especially when she feels nervous. or when she feels she could be heard. most people move about the world as if they can't hear alice liddell.

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❛ Relax. It's only magic. ❜

the flash of ember, something calls. alice does not answer, bright eyes transfixed. relaxes only when she does confirm that it isn't fire. nothing is burning. the man before her simply moves his hand in a way. it does not smell like smoke, it isn't destroying everything in sight. engulfing, choking. it's bright, and yellow, melting like the sun. "magic?" why, how utterly mad. how simple. it drew a small uptick in the corner of alice's mouth. "-what are you doing then, magic man?" she asks, believing him then.

the doctor considers her a hard case, a mad woman with too much between her head. "-is it going to hurt?" voice is merely a whisper, speak up, she can hear in the doctor's voice. and she can't, she does not know why she is here, in the middle of the street, wonderland and reality being so different and yet blending into one another. with no other explanation but herself. she does not know what to do. here lies alice liddell, then, opened exposed. staring at him, at the circle like encantation, glowing. brows set, a look from a woman who's been through enough. there's no relaxing here. her trust is still yet to be gained.

@const4ntine

[alicesaved]

you guys have no idea why im back on this blog.

[thrasource]

✧ *   THE DARK CRYSTAL ,  THE NOVEL  (1982 )  PROMPTS .

our food is good for you. it will suffice. we cannot know what is bad for a gelfling. eat up, and grow strong.

you might lose your way.

is that a brave face?

to make a sound is to trouble the roots of silence. to play the flute is to make a slave of the air.

the storm comes. it is time. time of change. time of trial.

i was born under a shattered sky.

a wanderer may come from under the mountain bringing murder and birth.

heal the wound at the core of being.

remember me, ___. we may meet again, but not in this life.

the better you know me, the better you will know the world as it will be without me.

nothing is except energy.

it is already as simple as it can be. that is why you find it hard to understand.

your need is to go with questions, not with answers, as the cave needs the mountain.

the future is many futures.

but i am frightened of what is dark.

darkness imprisons the light. darkness destroys all beings, covets all energy. it is evil.

evil does not exist. evil is disharmony between existences.

kill it! kill it! kill it! kill it!

… could be anywhere then.

ha! afraid of me, is it? think i might eat you, huh?

such marvels!

safe? you won’t find safe here. or anywhere.

i said lots of things. too many. nobody to talk to, that’s why.

he was dying and didn’t answer my questions.

big battle. or big friendship. can’t tell.

end, beginning, all the same. big change. good, bad, i don’t know.

we all turn to smoke one day, no? come from smoke too, some say.

are they something you’re frightened of?

he won’t hurt you. he’s a terrible coward.

here, take my hand.

how did we tell each other so much without talking?

so now, you think, i ought to be able to conquer my fear.

they can’t believe their eyes, seeing you.

i know what you’re feeling. but it’s not your fault it happened.

what a wonderful thing to hear the moment you awake!

bad things happened here once.

you don’t have to come with me.

but i don’t have wings!

of course not. you’re a boy!

i can’t leave you here because that would be even more dangerous.

you can’t leave me here because i am not going to be left anywhere.

which route to death?

i smell death here.

don’t despair now, we’ve gotten this far because of your courage.

go find your friend. go find your death.