#ohnxmacht

[hyacinthsongbirdarchive-blog]

ohnxmacht replied to your post:someone tell me i can’t make 4 characters.

u can’t make 4 characters

ur not my mom :(

[intxrcisus]

  “you better not have found someone else to    drink with, shithead. i don’t think i’d be able    to forgive you if you did.”

[nimarchive]

WHITE RABBIT ● Dystopian Wonderland

Character Name: Asher Johnson Wonderland Name: The White Rabbit FC: Garrett Hedlund Aboveground Occupation: Journalist Age in Verse: 32 Number of Years in Wonderland: Six Court Affiliation: Red Bio:

A lively dreamer. A young boy with colors of a bright sky that is hidden between heavy rain clouds, trapped in gleaming eyes, was what he’d been. Oblivious, because he had no idea what the world was hiding down its sleeve. All the aces, of a game of cards he had never been able to figure out the rules for. Deep desires were left behind, to be unaccomplished. He was a withered flower that never had the pleasure of thriving. Growing. Breathing the fresh air on an open meadow. His parents – calculating and unforgiving. One worse than the other. Not really giving much about their only son, as long as he obeyed to the life, the Powers had assigned him to. And so he did – partially.

Doing things he knows he can be punished for, in the worst kind of ways. Sneaking out in the night hours. When the sky turns even darker and what’s left of humanity goes to sleep. He doesn’t like being trapped in a limbo. Repeating the same routine all over and over again. Day after day and nothing ever changed. The dreams and visions of another world stayed. Vivid daydreams of great vairety are the only things that get him buy. Another night out, the usual shuffling of his soled feet on concrete ground, covered in the dirt of the city filling his ears. Drowsy eyes, with half-closed lids. And the next moment he fell deep down, into a world, indescribable. A world, that looked, smelled and feels like heaven. Everything he’d only ever pictured, in little images inside his twisted head. And even more.

A little over six years have passed since he fell through the Rabbit Hole. And suddenly, life appeared to be better, even aboveground. Because he had something to live for. All he had to give, were things that had never been his. His name. His soul. An identity of someone, that now, was nothing but a stranger to him anymore. A faint shadow, hiding in the dark. He's The White Rabbit. A mere mortal, that somehow was luckier than many others. A loyal companion for the rest of your existence. Not a part of the majesties, wandering around the colorful halls, the court. But not a complete stranger either. His mask familiar.

In his life aboveground, the man is serious. Quiet. Reserved. Puts every word he says on a pair of gold scales. Examining everything about the surroundings and people meticulously with innocent eyes, but never sees anything. Blindness covers his sight by daytime. Occasional smalltalks, leading into nothingness, keep him from driving insane for good. His parents, mundane people, in high positions in the financial world. While he has to pass his time in an office of the Newspaper. The perfect representation of the hypocrisy, ruling the world. A journalist, a writer. Not much to play out the creativity that floods in his veins.

In the underground at night, he puts off the tension. Allows himself to fall and enjoy. His lips are sealed, he keeps his secrets and stays true to his word. Anxious of what could happen if he got banned. Lose the only thing that brought him through day after day.

The clock is his loyal companion and the confusion always with him. Time seems to flies by, when his mind devours him and the thoughts grow stronger to an extend he can’t bear. People talk faster or slower, and he just stands there and allows his eyes to witness an odd scenario, he can’t understand. Unaware and oblivious, once again, he doesn’t know that his time spent on either side of the mirror, is under his control. Sometimes believing he’s crazy, losing his mind, for he can’t control it.

Strong emotions and a hollow mind, make the time speed up and slow down. His power only affects him, others only take note of his odd behavior, how he only seems to function.

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[ill-omens]

Things that are currently happening to Sebastian:

Getting a beer with a Vampire who has the same face as him

Confronting a much scarier Vampire in his museum

Chilling with a Friend after feeding random stray dogs

Chatting with a druid about how shitty New York is

Running into his ex-boyfriend’s new girlfriend at the supermarket after getting into a fight

good job child

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