Alice Loves to Rock

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[thebibliosphere]

I’ll never not be amused by the fact that I can drop the words “crucifix nail nipples” into a conversation and some of you who have been with me since the livejournal days will join me in the flashbacks, screaming and crying all the way.

[hadanelith]

I require context. Because this is a very interesting start of a story, and now I need the rest of it. Could I get a link, or a summary, or something? Pretty please?

[thebibliosphere]

All right buckle the fuck up kids, it’s the year 2012 and I’ve just been handed what should be an easy editing gig by my senior editor. It’s a vampire erotica story because one of the final Twilight movies is about to come out, and everything is vampires. Everything. I haven’t edited a single thing in months which isn’t about vampires. I am ready, I can do this. So I open the file and notice there’s a typo in the title, which really should have been my first inkling that something horrendous was about to go down, but you see I’m not quite dead inside yet so I carry on, bushy tailed and bright eyed with my faith in humanity intact. It’ll be dead by page 24, but I don’t know that yet. I’m just editing one more vampire boner fest.

The MC is a girl who we’ll call Sue. Sue is a Good Girl™, Sue is Not Like Other Girls™, she is pale and awkward and a virgin and has somehow managed to find herself a Bad Boy™ for a boyfriend. We’ll call him Dickhead.

Now Dickhead as previously stated is a bit of dick, he tries to pressure Sue into sex because he knows she is The One™ but he loves her really so it’s okay. Except it’s not okay because Sue is a Good Girl™ and holding out till marriage which he’s fine with except he’s got such a bad case of blue balls that one night walking home an attractive stranger lures him into an alley with the words “hey stud” and he follows, dick out before she’s even finished her sentence. Well turns out that was a mistake for Dickhead because she’s a vampire, but not just any vampire, a Dick Biting Vampire. So what started out as a skeevy blow job behind a club that he’ll feel bad about in the morning, turns into him being bitten on the dick and drained of his life essence and left for dead. Except DBV fucked up and now he’s a vampire. Are you still with me? Good, cause it’s about to get weirder.

Realizing he is now an abomination, Dickhead flees, becoming a creature of the night and feeding on animals rather than humans to repent for being such an asshole in life. Sue meanwhile is heartbroken, but carries on valiantly with her life and goes to bed each night crying for the loss of her One True Love™ who she would do anything to bring back. Well guess what Sue, Dickhead never really left you! He’s been “instinctively protecting her from rapists” by hiding out on her roof and fighting hobos who try to get to her open window via the fire escape for months now. Because that’s not fucking terrifying at all.

Upon learning of his predicament and how it happened, Sue can do nothing but blame herself. Oh if only she’d let him touch her secret places, then perhaps all of this could be avoided! Meanwhile Dickhead is having another dilemma of his own, realizing too late that his vampire powers have given him super senses and now he can smell her blood and he can’t decide whether he wants to get with her or eat her. And I don’t mean in the French sense. But he is strong! And over comes his base manly vampire instincts and neither rapes not kills her. Hurrah! And this is so romantic that Sue gives it up, but not before she launches into a theory about how in all fairy tales, True Love saves the day, so maybe her magical pure vagina that has never been touched by anyone, not even her, can bring him back to life. So Dickhead being a dickhead agrees and rips her clothes off, but not before he takes one last moment to marvel at the beauty of her purity, because he will never again look on her again and know she is Pure.

If you’ve only vomited once by now, I applaud your resolve.

So they hop on the good foot and do the nasty, except she is literally so pure in spirit, her flesh burns his. And I quote you from memory because these words are burned into my soul: “her breasts bit into his hands, like crucifix nail nipples tearing at his flesh, but he did not care because he loved her so and couldn’t stop”

This phrase haunts me. I dread that it will be the last thing I think about on my death bed and my last words will literally be “god fucking dammit” as I die, carrying that mental image with me into the afterlife. My own solace is in knowing that I inflicted it on other people too, like @ahzuri who is somehow still with me after all these years.

When the magical burning sex fails to heal him and leaves her bruised, battered and broken with “a dainty blue bells of bruises around her secret flower” (I am genuinely quoting this, I could never make something as horrendous as this up without being on acid) Dickhead leaves. Yeah. Off he fucks, leaving her to the mercy of the hobos at her window, and into the night to be the true monster he really is. But wait, there’s more. Remember the dick biting vampire? Well turns out she has figured out she made him into a vampire and has also been stalking HIM and is totally jealous of Sue, so tries to kill her. But again Sues Purity saves her, because sex before marriage which was done out of True Love is not a sin, so she is still a spiritual virgin and I’ll be honest, I started drinking heavily at this point and it’s all a bit of a blur.

A fight ensues some pages later after Dickhead returns, realizing the mistake he has made. And he rescues Sue from the Dick Biter, but not before he assaults Dick Biter, and calls her a slut for luring innocent men into alleys cuts her heart out by cutting her breasts off, at which point i screamed “THAT’S NOT HOW YOU REACH THE HEART” and my brain short circuited completely and I have no idea how it ends because I realized there was 30 pages left and my soul couldn’t take it. I emailed the chief editor like ?????!!!!!!????!!!!!! and the book was immediately pulled from the work line and the author dismissed from the publishing house. Turns out she was a friend of a friend and that was how she got the manuscript past our entry levels for requirement.

And that’s the story of how an author sent me death threats for over a month because I stopped her shitty vampire porn from ever seeing the light of day. You’re all fucking WELCOME.

[thebibliosphere]

Sorry to bring this searing back into your lives fam, but I feel it’s worth noting that people are tagging this as an “ancient relic” of tumblr text posts and how they’re so happy they see this every year and like guys, I hate to tell you this, but uh, this post is only six months old. I posted in on March 3rd 2016.

It only seems like years because every time you see it you age five years.

[bixgirl1]

This is maybe my favorite story ever…

[10-dutchies-12-bicycles]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIS POST ISN’T AT THE VERY LEAST 5 YEARS OLD??? HOW????

[thebibliosphere]

It’s like the reverse Dorian Gray of posts. Every day it exists on this hellsite the power within grows stronger while I wither and age with time. 

You’re all just mere casualties to the warping of reality.

[thebibliosphere]

Also anyone claiming to have read this on LJ back in the days of yore is likely not being honest. I never wrote about Crucifix Nail Nipples publicly on LJ, it was a friends only locked post shared among a group of maybe 20 mutuals, most of whom I still talk and who are all pissing themselves laughing that this has come back to haunt me through my own folly.

And even then the post I DID share back on LJ, was vague as shit and didn’t go into detail because I had no desire to be fired for bitching about work online. Most of the horror was recounted directly over windows messenger to people like @ahzuri who could be relied upon to scream “What the Fuck” at all the right intervals while I had a minor breakdown over my workload.

Happily I now no longer suffer from such contractual restraints and you all get to suffer with me :)

But yea, no. Unless someone else was bitching about it publicly back in 2012 (and I know the other editor who worked on it got fired so it’s not impossible), you saw it here first on my tumblr early 2016.

Which god help me was honestly a simpler, more hopeful timeline than the one we’re currently in. 

As for everyone else saying they know I hate this post, I don’t hate this post. How can I hate something that has given so many people both joy, horror and dare I even say it, hope, in equal measures. It has also brought many wonderful and amazing people into my life, so while I might be Tired, I’m not bitter, and I certainly don’t hate it. Any complaining you see me doing is largely amused exasperation at the fact that I was very nearly able to forget this story, and then I made it fucking more popular than if the book had actually been published. I played myself. Like a fool. And god help me I might be in perpetual vampire nipple hell over this post for the rest of my life, but I’ll be damned if I’m not taking all of you screaming with me.

[thebibliosphere]

Happy belated two year anniversary of me losing control of my life to this hellsite.

[epoxyconfetti]

I firmly believe that every time this is reblogged, a tiny bit of positive energy is sent to @thebibliosphere and her health and life improves just a smidge.

[thebibliosphere]

Callout post for @amusewithaview for putting this onto my dash again at 3am, I was unprepared.

Also sorry to everyone who started following me for other reasons but I feel it’s only valid you know my origin back story on this hellsite lmao

[weirdmageddon]

i feel kinda fucked up that im living in a country with a nazi regime and not being able to do anything about it and nothing is working. we need to take to the streets in droves and riot. gather thousands of people. throw rocks at the white house. sprinkle sugar on the campgrounds where the tents are gonna be built (2 lbs of sugar can ruin up to one ton of unset concrete). or throw hydrogen peroxide filled water balloons at the exposed steel to corrode it faster because theyre literally building concentration camps in 106°F texas heat for children who cannot regulate their body temperature like adults

nobody in power is listening so we have to do it ourselves

[weirdmageddon]

more info on the location and science on how to destroy the building site

children count and weather source

and remember

just. fight back. please…dont just stand by. do whatever you can, spreading info is something everyone can do

[heavycrownofgold]

The bluest skies. | Rp: Alice and Jay

[oldalicelovestorock]

“Absolutely! Go ahead!” Alice couldn’t help but beam at him. She made little shooing “go ahead” motions and stepped back to lean against the wall and listen.

[heavycrownofgold]

He places his left and above the strings as his right gets ready to strum. He took a breath before strumming at an impressive sped. The song was something he had heard someone singing. He tried to stay on whatever melody the song had. Slowly the words came to him. “all the small things.” He sang out with a strange but oddly entrancing voice. 

[oldalicelovestorock]

Alice smiled. A slow, approving smile of pure enjoyment. Jabber was good. Really really good. Possibly even as good as Mally. He would have no trouble as soon as someone who needed a guitarist heard him. She started to sing along, harmonizing with his strange, compelling voice. 

[medusaceratops-deactivated20210]

on the subject of jewish superheroes, batman was made jewish by accident, and DC has no fucking clue they did it

[five-for-silver-six-for-gold]

I missed this, explain! (Sorry don’t have a great comics background.)

[medusaceratops-deactivated20210]

you’re fine! comics are wild and confusing, i understand completely

the kanes are jewish! kate kane is jewish, and canonically bruce’s maternal first cousin, effectively making martha wayne jewish. by halachic standards, that would make bruce jewish.

[calebnewcastle]

So Bruce had a Bat Mitzvah ceremony then?

[medusaceratops-deactivated20210]

im really fucking mad that DC accidentally made this pun possible, and that i was also not the first to make it

[princess-of-positivity]

don’t give up

[oneiriad]

I wonder if, in superhero universes, the villains ever get contacted by those “Make a Wish Foundation” and similar people.

I mean, the heroes do, of course they do, kids who want to meet Spiderman or Superman or get to be carried by the Flash as he runs through Central City for just thirty seconds.

But surely there are also the kids, who - because they are kids and sometimes kids are just weird - decide that what they really, really want is to meet a supervillain. Because he’s scary or she’s awesome or that freeze ray is just really, really cool, you know?

[robininthelabyrinth]

Oh, man, that would absolutely be a thing. The heroes would be so weirded out by it. The villains with codes of ethics would totally band together to force the villains without one (should they be the one requested) to do their part for the cause.

[katyakora]

But imagine the person who has to track down the villains and organise everything?

Like, the first time it happens, no one actually thinks it’s possible, but one of the newbies volunteers to at least try. They get lucky, the kid wants to meet one of the villains who is well known to have a personal code of ethics (eg one of the rogues), and it takes them weeks to track the villain down to this one bar they’ve been seen at a few times, plus a week of staking out said bar, but they finally find them.

So they approach the villain, very politely introduce themselves and explain the situation, finishing with an assurance that, should the villain agree, no law enforcement or heroes will be informed of the meeting.

The villain, assuming it’s a joke, laughs in their face.

At this point, the poor volunteer, who has giving up weeks of their time and no small amount of effort to track down this villain, all so a sweet little girl can meet the person who somehow inspired them, well, at this point the employee sees red.

They explode, yelling at this villain about the little girl who, for some unknown reason, absolutely loved them, had a hand-made stuffed toy of them and was inspired by their struggle to keeping fighting her own and wasn’t the villain supposed to have ethics? The entire bar is witness to this big bad villain getting scolded by some bookish nobody a foot shorter than them.

When the volunteer is done, the villain calmly knocks back their drink, grips the volunteers shoulder and drags them outside. The bar’s patrons assume that person will never be seen again, the volunteer included. But once they’re outside, the villain apologises for their assumption, asks for the kid’s details so they can drop by in the near future, not saying when for obvious reasons. They also give the very relieved volunteer a phone number to call if someone asks for them again.

A week later, the little girl’s room is covered in villain merchandise, several expensive and clearly stolen gifts and she is happily clutching a stack of signed polaroids of her and the villain.

The next time a kid asks to meet a villain, guess who gets that assignment?

Turns out, the first villain was quite touched by the experience of meeting their little fan, and word has gotten around. The second villain happily agrees when they realise it’s the same volunteer who asked the other guy. Unfortunately, one of the heroes sees the villain entering the kid’s hospital and obviously assumes the worst. They rush in, ready to drag the villain out, but the volunteer stands in their way. The hero spends five minutes getting scolded for trying to stop the villain from actually doing a good thing and almost ruining the kid’s wish. The volunteer gets a reputation among villains as someone who can not only be trusted with personal contact numbers but who will do everything they can to keep law enforcement away during their visits.

The volunteer has a phonebook written in cypher of all the villain’s phone numbers, with asterixes next to the ones to call if any other villains give them trouble.

Around the office, they gain the unofficial job title of The Villain Wrangler.

[beka-tiddalik]

The heroes are genuinely flabbergasted by The Villain Wrangler. At first, some of the heroes try to reason with them.

Heroes: “Can’t you, just, give us their contact details? They’ll never even have to know it was you.”

The Villain Wrangler: “Yeah sure, <rollseyes> because all these evil geniuses could never possibly figure out that it’s me who happens to be the common thread in the sudden mass arrests. Look man, even if it wouldn’t get me killed, it would disappoint the kids. You wouldn’t want to disappoint the kids would you?”

Heroes: “… no~ but…”

The Villain Wrangler: “Exactly.”

Eventually, one of the anti-hero types gets frustrated, and decides to take a stand. They kidnap the Villain Wrangler and demand that they give up the contents of the little black book of Villains, or suffer the consequences. It’s For the Greater Good, the anti-hero insists as they tie the Villain Wrangler to a pillar.

The Villain Wrangler: “You complete idiot, put me back before someone figures out that I’m missing.”

Anti-hero: “…excuse me?”

The Villain Wrangler: “Ugh, do I have to spell this out for you? Do you actually want your secret base to be wiped off the map? With us in it? Sugarsticks, how long has it been? If they get suspicious, they check in, and then if I miss a check-in, they tend to come barging into wherever I am just to prove that they can, even if they figure out that they’re not being threatened by proxy. Suffice to say, Auntie Muriel really regretted throwing my phone into the pool when she strenuously objected to me answering it during family time. If they think for even one moment that I’ve given them up, they won’t hesitate to obliterate both of us from their potential misery. You do know some of the people in my book have like missiles and djinni and elemental forces at their disposal, right?”

Anti-hero: “Wait, what? I thought they trusted you?!”

The Villain Wrangler: “Trust is such a strong word!”

Villain: “Indeed.”

Anti-hero: “Wait, wha-” <slumps over, dart sticking out of neck>

The Villain Wrangler: “Thanks. I thought they were going to hurt me.”

Villain: “You did well. You kept them distracted, and gave us time to follow your signal.” <cuts Villain Wrangler free>

The Villain Wrangler: <rubbing circulation back into limbs> “Yeah well, you know me, I do whatever I have to. So I’ll see you Wednesday at four at St Martha’s? I’ve got an 8yo burns unit patient recovering from her latest batch of skin grafts who could really use a pep talk.”

Villain: “… of course. Yes… I… yes.”

The Villain Wrangler: “I just think you could really reach her, you know?”

Villain: <unconsciously runs fingers over mask> “I… yes, but, what should I say?”

The Villain Wrangler: “Whatever advice you think you could have used the most just after.”

Villain: <hoists Anti-hero over shoulder almost absently> “….yes.”

The Villain Wrangler wasn’t lying to the Anti-hero. They know that the more ruthless villains would not hesitate if they thought for one second that the Anti-hero would betray them.

But this is not the first time the Villain Wrangler has gone to extreme lengths to protect their identities.

Trust is a strong word. The Villain Wrangler earned it, and is terrified by what it could mean.

[weezley]

My first official deadpool headcanon is this. This this this.

[fireandwonder]

Okay but this whole concept actually makes a lot of sense, because villains are a lot more likely to be disfigured/disabled/use adaptive devices (bc ableist tropes), so of course, say, a child amputee is going to be more interested in the villain with a robot arm who almost destroyed New York than the heroes that took him down.

Also, imagine one of the kids gets better, and a few years down the line becomes a villain themself, except their crimes are things like smuggling chemo drugs across the border for families that can’t afford treatment, or stealing from corrupt businessmen to make donations to underfunded hospitals (idk this turned into a Leverage AU or something) and every time the heroes encounter her, they’re like “oh no. she’s getting away. curses. welp, nothing we can do.” Though it isn’t that she can’t take them on; bc of course once the villain from way back when found out what she was up to, he started helping/training her. 

“I thought they just hired someone to dress up and pretend to be you,” she says, amazed, when he reveals himself. “I didn’t think they actually got the real you!”

Every year the Villain Wrangler gets a very expensive gift basket from the pair.

[kelssiel]

and for the kids who don’t get better the villains are there too, they show up to every funeral, they bear too small coffins on their shoulders and the heroes stand aside

they are fierce with grieving families assuring them that their child will not be forgotten, and they don’t balk at negative emotions, they don’t tell people to be strong or “celebrate their child’s life,” because these parents have every right to their grief and anger

and the lost children are never forgotten. flowers appear on graves during birthdays and anniversaries, heroes find pictures of those kids and they carefully take them down and ensure they’re delivered to the villain’s cell, and a few villains can be seen with friendship bracelets wrapped around their wrists the cops have learned not to try and take them off

[shaelit]

This is all soooo good, but I wonder what effect this has on the villains. Like, can they really wreak indiscriminate havoc when they know the kids that worship them might be in the area? Like, what if they attack a shopping mall and it just so happens that Annie’s mom ran in for a pair of shoes or something? What then?

[minishadowsoul]

So what you’re saying is that there is now an organization of henchmen who do round the clock, exhaustive research in order to make sure the villain’s plan isn’t going to ruin the life of some kid. Just imagine some aunt getting a call from an unlisted number.

“I swear I am not a bill collector ma’am. It’s just. Well. Ok and I swear I am not a stalker even if this is actually going to be a very creepy phone call, but you said you were going to the mall at four? Is it possible you could reschedule or postpone that trip for about an hour? That mall is way too close to…well. It just wouldn’t be safe. I could wire you some money, and you could go to the much nicer mall one town over? Would that work for you? No? You are calling the police? Yes. Yes that is the sensible thing to do. Definitely do that. You have a nice day, ma’am. Tell Marcus Doctor Evil says hello and to have a nice day.”

And then the poor minion has to call the villain and explain why robbing X bank isn’t a good idea that day. 

“Yes. Hello. Sir? Oh good I caught you before you left the base. Look, Marcus Smithson’s aunt is going to be near the blast radius for that job you have scheduled so-yes. Yes I am aware that rescheduling is going to be a lot of work since most everything is already set up, but….but, sir think about poor Marcus! She’s his favorite aunt, and the woman refused to ‘reorder her life around some crazy mastermind’. ……no…..no, please do not kidnap the aunt, sir. It’s terribly rude. Yes I realize you weren’t going to keep her or doing anything other than drop her off at an alternative location, but, well, citizens frown upon that sort of thing and….yes….Yes, of course. You have a good day, too, sir.”

And they turn to their coworker and are just like “So if I don’t come in to work tomorrow it’s because Doctor Evil threw me in his dungeon and/or sent his hellhounds to maul me. Please remember to send help.”

[shaelit]

Oooooh yes.

But but but… what happens when one falls through the cracks? When Lord Dominion or whatever does a typical baddie thing but then Penny’s new best friend gets caught up in the damage and Lord D didn’t even KNOW Penny had a new bestie so how was he to know but now the kid is devastated and it’s all his fault? I mean, how does that even shake out?

[aethersea]

Penny SWEARS REVENGE! Lord D is distraught but also somewhat proud. He sends Penny a very sincere apology and also a bunch of tips on how to execute a proper vengeance plot, in case she decides not to accept the apology. He sends henchmen to spy on her, and he keeps the surveillance photos of her sitting in her room, plans and schematics strewn all over her desk. He puts them in his wallet and brags to all his villain friends that one of his kids is taking up scheming, look at her go, she’s already started on pattern analysis of his latest heists. He’s so proud. Later this month he’ll show up on her way home from school so she can have her first Confrontation.

[minishadowsoul]

omg yes. Yes to all of that. There will inevitably be mistakes and tragedies.

Penny is an intelligent kid. She catches on to the spying henchmen pretty quick and bribes some of them to her side with snacks. That first confrontation does not go like Lord Dominion expected because Penny has minions (minions that are using his OWN WEAPONS against him, even) 

Lord Dominion is the proudest villain ever, even if he did almost lose an ear thanks to the impeccable aim of a nine year old with a grudge. He does let the laser blast graze him just so he can have a scar to show people because that girl is a villain after his own heart.

He doesn’t want to ask his villain rivals to help her out because that would imply he doesn’t think she’s capable of eventually growing strong enough to kick his ass. Turns out Penny already thought of  that and has mailed letters asking for advice to Lady Sinister, Lord Dominion’s long time, mostly friendly rival. (She mailed a letter to Lord D’s arch nemesis, but man. Heroes are always trying to make you do The Right Thing. Penny doesn’t have time for the high road. Plus, the low road has lasers.)

Lady Sinister thinks Penny is the best thing ever and while she has mostly stopped kicking Lord D’s ass, she still breaks into his hideout to sit in his favorite chair with a glass of wine and brags about her new favorite up and coming villainess. (She doesn’t warn Lord D about the attack rabbits she agreed to train for Penny as a favor, and for obvious reasons, she is going to be a bystander at the next confrontation, filming everything on her phone to post the dark web so all their villain friends can see this)

[morgynleri]

@deadcatwithaflamethrower - there is more. Took me a moment to find where I’d reblogged it, though.

[deadcatwithaflamethrower]

THERE IS MOAR.

[detectiveashcroft]

@unclekoopus Also more of this <3 yay <3

[blackaquokat]

SOMEONE MENTIONED LEVERAGE!!! And I love the rest of this too, to pieces, but SOMEONE MENTIONED LEVERAGE THAT SHOW IS MY LIFE!!

[whovianwriter]

Penny would finally have her revenge, as she leaves the villain alive but shaken and bruised. Penny becomes well known as a villain herself. And the Villian Wrangler goes and asks her to see a sick kid. And the Villian Wrangler knows its Penny but doesn’t say anything and Penny agrees. When Penny visits the kid, “You was sick before?” “Yeah, I think this might be the room I was in.” And maybe some of the heroses and villains talk about a couple kids when they fight. Like, “have you seen Susie lately?” “Yeah, she’s doing great.”

[oldalicelovestorock]

((I moved!))

In order to finally fix the issues created by having Alice start out as a side account, I have moved her here: http://allicelovestorock.tumblr.com/

I'm leaving this one up, though, to serve as an archive.

[oldalicelovestorock]

What on earth is this place? : Alice&Dynaa

[dinahdowntherabbithole]

Dinah sniffled and purred, nuzzling against Ahlisss’s shoulder. Her Ahlisss. Why was she worried at all? She still felt saddened by events, but of course Ahlisss understood. Ahlisss was Ahlisss, “Still my Ahliss.” She sighed and purred even louder in her happiness.

[oldalicelovestorock]

Alice smiled and gave Dinah a squeeze  "No matter what, I can't help but be myself." She broke the embrace and took Dinah's hand. "Let's get going... I can't wait to see home."

[oldalicelovestorock]

The Snow Queen & The Twelve Dancing Princesses:

I’m pretty sure from looking at my journals and the feeling have,  that my best friend is Tarrant. And I adore parties! At least I think I do! Anything fun!

[oldalicelovestorock]

Fairy Tale Asks :)

Snow White: Do you consider yourself pretty?

Sleeping Beauty: How many hours do you sleep each night?

Cinderella: Do you have a curfew?

Rapunzel: Do you like being outside?

Little Red Riding Hood: Do you trust strangers easily?

The Wolf and the seven little Goats: Are you easily fooled?

The Seven Ravens: Do you have any siblings? How is your relationship to them?

Beauty and the Beast: What makes a person beautiful in your eyes?

The Little Mermaid: What sacrifice would you bring for love?

The Frog Prince: What do you find disgusting?

Jack and the Beanstalk: What plants are in your room?

Puss in Boots: Do you have a pet? Do you want one?

Rumpelstiltskin: What is the meaning of your url?

Bluebeard: Name one character flaw!

Pinocchio: What is your greatest wish?

Peter Pan: What is your (mental) age?

The Star Money: What is your most prized possesion?

Golden Mary and Pitch Mary: Are you more of a lazy person or do you work hard?

The Snow Queen: Who is your best friend and what would you do for them?

Godfather Death: What qualities do you think make a good parent?

The Twelve Dancing Princesses: Do you like to go on parties?

The Emperor's New Clothes: Do you care much about your clothes?

The Valiant Little Tailor: Do you think of yourself as brave?

The Princess and the Pea: Are you a squeamish person?

[oldalicelovestorock]

Ghosts of the past and lives in the present | Alice and Tarrant

[madforparties]

“You’re right” he smiled widely, brightly like he used to, many time without doing so, shaking her hand. “But there’s no deal without a hug so… come here” he pulled her closer and hold her. 

That was it. She wouldn’t remember all that right? she wouldn’t even remember his name. But he refused to tell Alice all those things, it was pointless, maybe with time she would remember on her own.

“So you feel sad about me?” he told the Alice that was preparing the tea.

[oldalicelovestorock]

"A little, but... mostly that I don't remember someone who seems important, yea?" She grinned at him and set the tea out in front of them. "Ah well, plenty of time to get to know each other again, eh? lots of fun to be had and songs to sing!"

[oldalicelovestorock]

Ghosts of the past and lives in the present | Alice and Tarrant

[madforparties]

Tarrant smirked “Oh, that’s really nice, though you don’t have to… I’m content with talking” he laughed a bit, but stay thoughtful for a couple of seconds, he wondered if it hadn’t work a first time, would it work a second one? Would it ever work this Alice-Tarrant thing?

“And I promise everything would be just like it used to be… Nick is like  brother to me, I really can’t get mad at him, so let’s just forget about this whole thing and… everything is fine now, yes?” He said and softly placed his hand on Alice’s head.

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Alice laughed and shook her head. "You can't promise it will be like before. what's done is done. But we can build an even better friendship if we try, yea?" She took the hand on top of her head and shook it in her own. "Deal?"

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He closed his eyes as she kissed him, letting the emotions rush through his circuits.

Alice. He'd missed her so long, and now she was here ... and she wasn't. It hurt like someone had opened the wound in his heart all over again.

But she was being honest with him. She was good, she wasn't lying like the first Alice might have.

"I can try," he murmured back, not opening his eyes. He didn't want to show her the way he was going to cry if he did.

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Alice felt as if she had been holding her breath and was finally free to exhale. She let her head rest on his shoulder  her hand sought his. "Thank you." She had no other words... nothing but that, and it was the most profound thank you she could conceive of ever giving. 

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Adam couldn’t stand this very much longer. Alice was … infuriating. Honesty was appreciated but he needed something stronger, reassurance, a 

“So you’re two people, one I love and one I hate, and I have to live with one for the other…” He ran a hand over his eyes. “I don’t know what to feel anymore, Alice. I really don’t.”

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Her voice was hushed at first when she spoke again, her eyes on the horizon again. "What do you want me to do, take a knife and dig out every little trace of that version of me? Because I can't and I actually feel kind of insulted now." She met his eyes with a gaze threatening storms and maybe tears.

"You say you love part of me and hate the other. You know what, I'm neither  I'm not your reviled hussy or the girl you seem to idolize who didn't know what a computer was. I"m who I am now, what happens when you mix the two. And you can take it or leave it, but if you keep making me feel bad about who I am, no amount of love I still have is going to make me put up with it, Mr. Do you understand me?"

She felt an impulse, and for once, didn't deny it, she went on tiptoe and kissed him, light, but not hesitant. She managed to throw both passion and a certain chaste regard into it.

"Accept me as I am, or don't, but decide." She breathed  still close, still sharing his space, and a little nervous about it. If he wasn't going to risk himself, she would have to.

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Ghosts of the past and lives in the present | Alice and Tarrant

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Tarrant took off his hat and looked at the ceiling, he couldn’t understand why things had went so wrong, maybe it was his fault. Alice was important for him as well. “Let’s do it. Let’s fix this” he made a pause for a moment. First, to fix things they needed to be honest with each other. He scratched the back of his head, this time he looked at the floor “Well, as… I’m pretty sure you… won’t give me a second chance…” he said lowly and then turned to Alice. “…You need to know that I can’t help feeling this way for you, and I can’t apologize for what I feel. But I get that… maybe we’re not meant to be” Tarrant took a deep breath, his expression serious “And as I don’t want to lose you… again, I accept your friendship”

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Alice nodded. "And I accept that you feel the way you do, and that I simply... can't feel that way about you and that you are the best freind I have ever had and the best partner in anything, and... I promise to be considerate of your feelings in the future and do all I can to make this work.... and not to get too kissy with Nick when you're around, because that wouldn't be the best thing, huh?"

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“Maybe I don’t want emotion.” Adam stared fixedly out the window. “This might be all strange to you, but this isn’t the first time I’ve gone through this. And it hurts a lot to see it happen, no matter who I’m losing. Love is nice and it feels lovely, but I need a relationship, Alice. Can you promise me I won’t spend every day of the next few months - years - wondering just who you are?”

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Alice turned to look out the window herself, a slight smile hitching at the corner of her lips, wistful  "I can promise you no such thing. It's a pie crust promise and I won't make it. Of course you'll wonder who I am. I'm two people pressed into one and... for lack of a better term and because it seems apt regarding who i'm talking to... reformatted.  Sure, some things survived, but how can I insure you know who I am, totally  and without doubt, if I can't do so in my own head. Don't be silly." She turned her head to look at him. "We can try to build something, but it won't be what it was. And I cant gauruntee anything about what it will be besides promising the only thing anyone can, to commit and to try."

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“I somehow doubt it was her - your - fault.” Adam hated that Alice hadn’t moved. She was being non-confrontational, and Adam didn’t like that. “I was told that you were dead, during the revolution. That’s the last I remember.”

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The mention of the revolution made her think, let go of her emotions, which were boiling and complicated and painful  and consider the roots of the problem. "There was no guaranteeing I would make it out of the mirror. That's what Kip told me...  It only works out this way some of the time. And... he was there with me. he told me that I went in of my own free will... knowing what it risked and that it would save lives... end the fighting and heal things. " She stood, remembering his words and drawing strength from the knowledge that her sacrifice had not been in vain  That it had been a noble act intended to save people and a place that had meant a lot to her. "I'm sorry it's caused so many difficulties, but it... needed to happen." She felt better, more balanced, and a little determined. She walked up to him. It didnt kill my emotions, you know. I can and do still feel things deeply for the people I felt them for.. It's how I knew you were who you said you were to me. Feelings without words or context. I still love you."