DREAMWEAVER .

𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨  𝙖𝙧𝙚  𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮  𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡,  𝙖𝙨  𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 . 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝  𝐢𝐧  𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐬  𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞  𝐦𝐞   !

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an original interpretation of alice kingsleigh. written by béla.  (he/him, they/them, 28 years old) please read rules before any interactions / feel free to send asks and/or messages if clarification is needed for this blog.

this blog will be highly canon divergent from the original stories and poems by lewis carrol and the film by tim burton, but will be heavily inspired by and follow some of the events for both of these media.  

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Follow me,   trust the night!   Only it can save your soul.     Curse the day and its power,   longing to be free of its chains.     Seize the night,   vampire!    It is right to curse the day.     Suck blood,   monster!     Wickedness is destined to be punished.  |  private and selective original interpretation and mixed COUNT DRACULA / ‘THE COUNT’ of vampire lore.     from bram stoker’s dracula & varied mixed dracula lore.     PRIMARILY HEADCANON BASED.     with many sources taken from various media.   WRITTEN BY BÉLA.highly active.    established in september of 2019.  /  C  /  G

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Thranduil.

𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 to taste, it no longer appeared as vibrant as earlier times she had paid Wonderland her visits.    They lacked saturation, some stood quite crooked even, and all for the central figure connecting their roots … forgot what joy was.    Thranduil’s towering form crooked so he may see the much smaller Alice eye to eye, and the flowers bent with him.    In perfect synchronicity with the one clad in robes all across which STARLIGHT seemed to be sprinkled; still the birch carrying her won’t let her fall unless she imagined it.    the blooms in his crown, too, had begun to wilt and shed color.

The squirrel would flit into that endless and faintly aglow mane of SILVER, disappear, whilst surely the tall figure’s lush crown might block every and all light from Alice’s view when leaning closer.    Even if his mien remained utmost stern, thick brows contrasting his hair furrowed and his pale mouth a thin line, he merely whispered:

❝  The twins act as though they are the same, truly, I believe they share one mind.  Would you attempt to stand on your head and imagine those bizarre things all at once.—   ❞    He paused, those eyes that never seemed to blink flickering left and right ere returning to Alice’s features, his own softening with underlying concern.    ❝  Then more, I am afraid.  ❞

Meanwhile, one of his hands with fingers easily as long as a fully grown TREE’s branches reached down to pluck some grass.    Without the barest twitch across his countenance did he take a hearty bite to answer the smaller one’s query sans words.    Only when that bit had been chewed and his mouth emptied would Thranduil speak again, open palm inching toward Alice to offer her some of the sweet grass.    Nigh owlishly, his ADORNED head tipped to one side.    ❝  Will you tell me how you lost it ?  Your mind.  ❞

𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚞𝚙  𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔  𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚢  of grim branches overhead, alice seemed lost.  the question he asked was not a light one, nor did it come with the happiest of stories, least not was it appealing when the white queen had told her to make the forest king laugh.  

❝  only because you asked so nicely.  but prepare yourself for something dreadful.  it’s not at all a happy story  ❞,  ms. kinglseigh took her opportunities as they came, and after steadying herself against the tall birch, leapt forward to stumble across the broad, pale palm, catching herself on hands and knees when the momentum proved too great.  breathless, her thin fingers reach up to part the curtain of golden curls that decorated her in similar fashion to his silvery locks.  

only once she’d become right again did she scoop up one of the blades between both of her hands and begin to gnaw at the edge.    ❝  hmmm....  it’s not as sweet as i imagined it would be.  ❞   and so pale nose crinkled in mild distaste before blade was dropped from the side of an oversized, opposable thumb.  dusting her hands off on the blue satin of her dress, she turned and craned her neck again to look up at him.  oh, why did everything in wonderland always have to be so tall?  just in case, she started to pat herself down again in search of the upelkuchen-- the tasty pastry that had made her grow when alice first found the three-legged table.  sadly, there was none to be had.   that wicked cat must have taken it!

❝                as for what it was that made me lose it in the first place, my lord, i can’t say that i actually remember.  i was very sick as a child, you see, and the fever was very great.  i can still remember my father taking very good care of me, and that he was the one first came upon the discovery!  ❞

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@vicmtes​​​​​ liked for a starter.

❝  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚜𝚘  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗  𝚒  𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝:  how funny it'll seem to come out among the people that walk with their heads backward!   ❞    the young lady’s pink mouth spread from ear to ear in genuine reverie,  hands folded neatly just below her waist.    ❝  oh, but there are many people who tell me that i should be writing children’s books instead of telling stories.  but no one would believe them anyway, even if they were written down.  ❞

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 @harkeir​​​​ liked for a starter.

𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜  𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍  𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢  𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍  themselves in blue satin frills, and the young and brave alice kinglseigh shook out her golden hair and grasped the solicitor’s hand quite tightly in her own    to seal a most decisive promise,    ❝  you needn’t worry.  why, i wouldn’t say anything about it, even if I fell off the top of a house!   ❞

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nrrngtn.

—— HAND  PRESSED  TO  temple,  soft  groan  emitting  from  lips  as  eyes  open  to  the  dominion  ‘round  him.  brow  knits  in  confusion,  at  the  dizzying  hues  of  flora  &  strange  attributes  of  fauna,  glancing  towards  hand  to  make  sure  digits  were  not  still  wrapped  around  rum  bottle.  “pardon?”  could  not  forget  his  manners,  even  in  a  DREAM,  or  stupor  from  far  too  much  liquor.  peering  at  woman,  visage  one  of  utter  disbelief.  “this  is…a  dream…surely.”  (  his  fault  for  drinking  so  much  !  )

𝚋𝚞𝚝  𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚊  𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖,  𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢?   and how could one tell if, or even when, they were really awake?   how could anyone possible be absolutely certain that the waking world was real, and that the things they saw when dreaming were truly not the same?    

❝  sorry... but i’m afraid not!  ❞    alice was beginning to get especially tired of having to convince not only herself, but everyone else around her that wonderland was real. that she herself was real.  what a dreadful feeling it was to not believed in!  if ever she made it back to london, she might owe the idea of young fairies an apology...      ❝  i’m alice.  have you got a name, or shall i have to give you one?   i could call you roger.  seems fitting...  although your clothes look terribly old.  like the uniforms i’ve seen in those drawings in my father’s books.          perhaps then i should call you ishmael.  that would be terribly fitting, wouldn’t it?   and no one around here would mock you for it, assuredly.  no one reads melville.  ❞

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FALL DOWN THE HOLE,   DON’T FORGET TO BREATHE.    so much to get done and so much to see.     get to bed on time,  alice.     be at the altar on the hour,   alice.    make sure you don’t go mad alice.   I’M FALLING DOWN THE HOLE,   AGAIN!    /    indie and selective roleplay blog for alice kingsleigh of Through The Looking Glass,  based heavily on the Tim Burton liveaction film(s) canon and the original poem.    highly divergent  /  headcanon based.   written by bela.   previously @/edispu.

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Tharanduil​.

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆’𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒎 than humanoid proportions, and towering so high as well, stalled.    And the ‘ sir ‘ wearing a floral crown so impressive it might pass as a hat twisted his PORCELAIN mien into an irritated grimace.    ❝  I have no doubt it would be !  ❞    He wasted no time to counter as though insulted, already near the birch tree needed only lean forward a bit to shrink some distance.

Alice, The Alice no less, could easily take a seat in his FLOWERY adornment upon that flaxen head of his;  guard of all that was green.    ❝  To pour your time into such bizzare imagination, child  ❞,  he spake calm then, concern’s lilt swinging along,  ❝  You must have lost your mind.  ❞    She may ignore the giggling squirrel that whizzed onto one of his shoulders, then plucked from his massive CROWN an acorn to toss it in Alice’s direction ( to share it ).

𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 always seemed to be far too tall or, on the other spectrum, much too small!  in this case, she stood having to crane her head back just to look upon heavy-crowned features, whereupon she almost expected to see a scowl.  strange to say that he almost reminded her some of the late lord ascot...  for he was never full of many smiles, either.   ❝  oh, undoubtedly, sir, but i like to humor myself by saying that i lost that ages ago.  i do hope you will humor me there.  ❞   

squirrel’s attempt at sharing what surely could have taken her out were she only a bit smaller was neatly dodged by alice’s sudden squat along the roots of the tree, where she then hopped down and looked at thranduil quite accusingly.    ❝  but i wonder, would it make me more or less mad to you if i were like the twins, rolling about in the grasses and trying to  stand on my head?                have you EATEN the grass, my lord?  they say it tastes like candy, but i’m not one to take those sorts of risks.  ❞  

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 @nrrngtn​​​ liked for a starter.

❝  𝚜𝚑𝚑𝚑!   𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖  𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗,  𝚘𝚛  𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚕𝚕  𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚕𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜.  ❞   the young alice kingsleigh looked reproachfully at the man, curling her lithe fingers into his jacket to give him a little shake and bring him back to sense.  

she was squat down beside him on the grass, smoothing down her skirts afore sinking further onto her knees  the same hand shot forward to press beneath messy, dark hairline, checking for any sign of concussion.   ❝  did you hit your head?  i did on my first time down.  and several branches.  ❞

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@jokethur​​​ liked for a starter.

❝ 𝚘𝚑!   𝚗𝚘,  𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚊𝚝  𝚊𝚕𝚕.   i heard you before, but i could not determine what to say in reply...  oh dear,  i am sorry.  i wasn’t trying to ignore you.   my mother says i tend to be very distracted, you see, and that my head is always in the clouds.  but how can i not be when there are so many fantastic things to think about up there?  ❞

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 @arvnsis​ liked for a starter.

❝ 𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗  𝚒  𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎  𝚢𝚘𝚞  have added so much to it yourself.   you are always buying books, aren’t you?  ❞

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 @tharanduil​​ liked for a starter. 

❝ 𝚒 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔   to recuse yourself,  sir  ❞,   said alice as she rounded the thin birch tree for the fifth time, hanging from the bark by hand the way a flag hangs from a tall galleon’s mast.     ❝  i happen to think that we can all be quite ridiculous.  even if its just in each others’ minds.   in fact     i could imagine you in a great, big, feathered hat, you know.  that would be ridiculous.  ❞

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hi hello ♥ let’s get this show on the road.   i’ve gotten rid of a lot of my old threads in favor of starting news ones / having a fresh start.   so if you see this post and you’d like to interact, go ahead and slap that like button and i’ll get something out for you.   for inspiration, i’ll be using lines from pride and prejudice.  i will have verses planned out very soon for modern, movie, past, etc! 

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Captain Alice ⚓

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hi hello ♥ let’s get this show on the road.   i’ve gotten rid of a lot of my old threads in favor of starting news ones / having a fresh start.   so if you see this post and you’d like to interact, go ahead and slap that like button and i’ll get something out for you.   for inspiration, i’ll be using lines from pride and prejudice.  i will have verses planned out very soon for modern, movie, past, etc! 

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FALL DOWN THE HOLE,   DON’T FORGET TO BREATHE.    so much to get done and so much to see.     get to bed on time,  alice.     be at the altar on the hour,   alice.    make sure you don’t go mad alice.   I’M FALLING DOWN THE HOLE,   AGAIN!    /    indie and selective roleplay blog for alice kingsleigh of Through The Looking Glass,  based heavily on the Tim Burton liveaction film(s) canon and the original poem.    highly divergent  /  headcanon based.   written by bela.   previously @/edispu.