GO ASK ALICE.

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[chaserabbits]

#𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 : / / an independent  multimuse  of  canon  and  original  characters  from  various  medias including: the backrooms, a song of ice and fire, the wolf among us, a cyberpunk crime au of alice in wonderland, &. a modern crime au of akotsk. low  activity  due  to  grad  school.  𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎  𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝  𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕  𝚋𝚎  𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍,  𝚜𝚘  𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎  𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝  𝚊𝚝  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚘𝚠𝚗  𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚔.  written with love by  herald,  twenty  nine,  any  pronouns.  discord  is available  upon  request.

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&&. chasing rabbits with: fablestown. viteoublies. clayfacade. bynoctus. backsroom.

[chaserabbits]

THE BACKROOMS MOVIE WAS SO GOOD AHHH

[blankfaerie]

ALICE: MADNESS RETURNS 𝖁𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝕿𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖘 ৹ 𝔚 𝔬 𝔫 𝔡 𝔢 𝔯 𝔩 𝔞 𝔫 𝔡

[chaserabbits]

lowkey tempted to make a smut focused multi i'm so serious

[chaserabbits]

i don’t know what this means. do you? ryland and simon.

LOADING FILE . . . : / / morning after memes. [ status : 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐. ]  ↳ @bynoctus

head lifts from the pillow, propped up by his one good arm, bicep flexing, so he could focus on through the dark the profile of the man currently laying beside him. grace is on his back, hands placed perfectly over one another upon his chest like he were about to be cremated, staring up directly up at the ceiling it were the most interesting thing in all of erid. the question is offered so quietly that for a moment, he thinks he almost didn't even hear it. or, perhaps, he just didn't want to hear it and think about what the connotations of what transpired several moments ago could mean.

it had been impulsive, the quick lean in to kiss grace while he was chittering on about something without taking so much as a single breath, that eventually led for his arm to loop around a thin waist and for two pairs of hands to find solace in his dark locks. neither of them were strangers to being intimate, a mutual understanding was had about who and what would go where, but after being starved of it for years, forgetting just how pleasant and grounding a touch could be, such an act went beyond that of a desperate need for release.

simon almost doesn't answer, debating letting the artificial night suffice as a response, the silent acknowledgement that they were diving into uncharted space without a pilot or plan. but a soft laugh leaves him, more a gentle huff of air that leaves his lips, because he did know what this meant, and was certain that an i told you so was on the horizon for the next day.

  ❝ it means that little punk rocky was right. ❞

[raelbeeb]

Training day at Summerhall. Dunk and Aerion have been going at it for a while, but Dunk's been holding back.

You could cut the tension with a knife and the rest of the training yard is watching to see if they'll just kiss it out or not lol

[bynoctus]

maybe it was just his imagination or he still wasn't fully awake yet, but he could have sworn that he checked the bottom shelf. but sure enough as he glances back down, the carton is there. like it always was. something about the way she says that doesn't sit right with him, but he can't be bothered to find out why. lukas reaches down and takes the carton, screwing off the cap and drinking directly from it. the juice is delicious much to his chagrin, and his adam's apple bobs with each greedy sip he takes. only when he needs to breathe is when he stops, letting out a gasp for air and panting quietly. wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he then turns to look at her with a slight furrow in his brows at her suggest. "a pool? since when do we have a pool?" sure enough, when he turns to look out the large window at the back of the kitchen looking out onto the backyard, there was an in-ground pool with crystal blue waters there just waiting for him. complete with lounge chairs and an umbrella. it looked something straight out of a magazine that his father would turn over quickly in search of scantily clad girls. lukas purses his lips in thought. lola has never suggested being outside before. the last time he had tried to go outside, he only got so far to the front steps. but now she was actually suggesting to go outside. and lukas would be a fool not to take her up on it in an attempt to try another escape. "i don't... even have a bathing suit." he tries to be modest, seeing if that will bring her guard down.

[chaserabbits]

ever watchful eyes dart downwards to his throat, observing the way the visible bump of cartilage bobs up and down in rhythmic fashion with each gulp of her freshly pulped orange juice he takes. the inexplicable urge to place the heel of her palm against such a knot with the desire to feel it fluctuate as she squeezes ever so slightly rears its promiscuous head, but she is quick to dismiss such an intrusive thought when his attention is turned elsewhere, to the pool that she had manifested into existence within those few seconds his vision was obstructed by the carton.

she is hyper aware of his desperate need to escape, she feels it in each twitch of his muscle when something odd and unexplained occurs. or, as she's noticed more so recently, when she bestows upon him any form of kindness. it takes everything in her not to pull him into her arms, to bring his head into his lush bosom and cradle him with every intention of soothing the creases of trauma left wrinkling in his soul. but she keeps her poise, watching with a fond expression of amusement as he considers her proposal. perhaps then he shall see that there is nothing out there for him to run to, n further place that he need be than here with her.

❝ well, it's a good thing your loving wife is well prepared, ❞ a flash of teeth serves as her knowing grin as she approaches and playfully taps the tip of his nose with her newspaper fan on her way towards the refrigerator. from there, she pulls out a pitcher of pink liquid that most certainly was not there when he had last opened it, and places it upon the counter. ❝ tell you what, baby. go get changed while i make some lemonade, and i'll meet you outside afterwards. ❞ a well manicured hand reaches over to cup the side of his face, thumb caressing along the line of his jaw and feeling the delicate prickle of stubble there, in a display of assurance.

[thunderousmemes]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 — 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

(soft light, tangled sheets, and the kind of silence that says everything)

𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐖

“You’re awake… I was wondering how long you’d let me watch you sleep.”

“Stay here a little longer. Just like this.”

“Your heartbeat feels calmer than it did last night.”

“You look different in the morning. Softer.”

“I could get used to waking up like this.”

“Don’t go yet… the bed gets cold without you.”

𝐖𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊… 𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓

“…So, are we pretending that didn’t happen?”

“Be honest—do you regret it?”

“This wasn’t supposed to happen between us.”

“I don’t know what this means. Do you?”

“If you want space, say it. Don’t make me guess.”

“We crossed a line last night, didn’t we?”

𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐒, 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 & 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒

“You should’ve heard yourself last night.”

“Keep looking at me like that and we’ll never leave this room.”

“If you keep touching me, round two is happening whether you like it or not.”

“Want me to remind you how you begged?”

“We really broke the bedframe, didn’t we?”

“I’m not done with you. Not even close.”

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏

“Last night felt… different.”

“I didn’t expect to fall asleep in your arms.”

“Tell me you don’t regret it.”

“I don’t want this to be a one-time thing.”

“Why does this feel like more than it should?”

“If I kiss you again… it’s because I mean it.”

𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐘 & 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃

“We really shouldn’t have done that.”

“Someone’s going to notice we’re both missing.”

“This is going to make everything harder.”

“We’re in trouble if anyone finds out.”

“I don’t know how to act around you now.”

“Last night changed something—whether we admit it or not.”

𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 & 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅-𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏

“You stole all the blankets again.”

“I made coffee… but don’t ask me how drinkable it is.”

“Shower with me? Save water?”

“You look cute when you’re confused and half-awake.”

“Breakfast or round two? Choose wisely.”

“Please tell me you remember last night… because I definitely do.”

[a-mind-in-ruins]

I was always yours, but you were never mine.

[new52s]

DIEGO LUNA as CASSIAN ANDOR Andor | S01E02 "That Would Be Me"

[chaserabbits]

IF YOU GO CHASING RABBITS, KNOW YOU'RE GOING TO FALL ; an independent multimuse of canon and original characters from various medias including: the backrooms, a song of ice and fire, the wolf among us, alice in wonderland, a modern crime au of akotsk, &. more. written with love by herald.

[samaraxmorgan]

Edging him until he’s completely delirious and when you tell him to “say the magic words” he accidentally says “I love you”

[rylandsgrace]

The Odyssey (2026) dir. Christopher Nolan

[chaserabbits]

❛ seriously. i need to know if you're okay. ❜ ( for Ned from ashara )

LOADING FILE . . . : / / prompt. [ status : clearing out inbox. ]  ↳ @silkasruin

the quiet wolf, true to his somber nature, cloaks himself in silence. for silence is the language he has mastered best. within the pale embrace of starfall's sandstone halls, that hush swells heavy and soverign, speaking in a tongue more grievous than any uttered word. yet she would not be so easily turned aside, nor would she mistake his quietus for peace. and he, bound fast by the iron creed of his honor, could not shape his lips into falsehoods and name himself fine when he was anything but. eddard stark is no weaver of lies.

at most, he is a keeper of truths unspoken, a sentinel who bars certain sorrows from ever reaching the light. honor bids him speak plainly, yet his heart rebels. for he would spare sweet ashara the weight of his hidden griefs. he cannot bear to summon the tender crease upon her brow, nor draw forth the search gaze of her dusk dark eyes, amethyst deep as northern twilights where the dying sun bleeds it last across the skies. in their depths would dwell a sorrowful knowing, a gentle pity. and that above all torments, he cannot endure.

grief is no stranger; it keeps his pace as a sworn shadow. it walks beside him cloaked and constant, yet he feels the frailty of his mortal frame and wonders how much longer he can endure such ceaseless sorrow. he is a direwolf brought low in the hunt, his flank speared with cruel shafts. each arrow is a wound that cannot be drawn, lest his lifeblood drain him utterly. much has been torn from his grasp, bonds severed and lost, cosigned to memory and mourning. and in the hollow that remains there festers a dread most bitter: that fate, if left unsaitiated, shall demand more of him still.

yet here within this fleeting and fragile hour, there abides a single steadfast truth: she is here. she stands before him as he remains seated, nearer than propriety might bless between unwed souls. yet still he reaches for her as if the sacred vow had long since bound them. his hands come to rest upon the gentle curve of her thighs, finding solace in their warmth and living strength beneath the whisper of her silken dress.

his head bows low as if in prayer or penance, brow resting against her midriff. and there he lingers, holding fast to her as he is held in return. no word is spoken, nor needed. for in that hush, their silence is a communion, and in its stillness he finds a fleeting mercy.

do not leave me, the longing toiling deep within compels him to say. do not leave me as they have. not you, too. but his tongue is not able to speak the words.

[chaserabbits]

it's funny that like 90% of my muses are severely touched starved and will melt under the slightest touch

[carnagebled]

it was just the two of them in his office, and alice felt like they had become a hindrance to the detective. constantly having to hide and help them navigate through the city undetected.

' thank you for everything you're doing,' they began to fidget. ' is there a kitchen here? i could make you something, like coffee or tea or - ' when they went to stand up, alice fell forward on a loose floor board, and their hand went over his.

@chaserabbits wanted a 😏 slow burn starter.

[chaserabbits]

new wonderland city is a neon beast, and unfortunately, its sights are set on alice, looking to sink its teeth into their soft pale innocence untouched by the madness otherwise running ramped in its veins. but cheshire won't let that happen. thankfully, they've caught a moment of reprieve back in his office, the yellow neon from his sign hanging outside splashes on alice's face like faux sunshine, highlighting their features in a pretty manner.

though his expression remains as impassive as ever, a curt nod is given upon their gratitude. but before he could answer their follow up question, his body reacts instinctively, reaching out to attempt to catch them. his flesh sears beneath the fabric of his shirt where their hand grips his arm, while his other hands hovers just a few inches away from their waist.

a beat passes that somehow feels longer than it really was, and cheshire has them back on their feet again. the stuffiness of his office has somehow heightened, leaving him without breath until their hand leaves his arm. but still he feels their touch linger.

❝ yeah, there's a, uh... small kitchen down the hall. coffee machine, pastries, help yourself. ❞

[chaserabbits]

i was gonna write today but all i did was sit outside and read smut lmao 😔