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[confetticandies]

“If I run at @sinwore, he will surely catch me. No matter what.”

[errantscriptor]

🍓 - What’s your sweetest rp experience so far?

Munday answered on Tuesday!

In general I think it’s that feeling you get when two muses who probably have never interacted in canon (or might even be crossover/ocs) suddenly click. Those are my favorite because it’s so unexpected but so happy.

If I HAD to pick a specific moment since I’ve been on tumblr, it would be Humpty’s engagement over on @mad-eggs-onthewall (now @kyukicho). How him and @sassygreytea‘s Charles Grey actually sent each other asks that were asking the other. Within the same day, same hour, and me and the mun hadn’t planned it at all. We barely even talked about it being a possibility but somehow both just KNEW it was the time to do it.

I even had the thread commissioned.

[prodigiousvisions-a]

❛ that was one hell of a fishing trip. ❜ @ boris

HEATHERS: THE MUSICAL SENTENCE STARTERS | @sinwore

“Great change of pace from the assembly, yeah?” 

Feline ears twitch - content with the growing camaraderie as he slung a fishing pole over his shoulder. Perhaps he was getting a little too comfortable, but trivial things like that were no concern to the curious Cheshire. If things were fun now, why bother to think about the possibilities on the case that things turned hostile? That was the way Wonderland worked — pull a gun, solve things with the flash of bullets. Hell, things could be equally as fun then compared to this idyllic time of peace. 

But, Boris was a cat. Something as simple as this could sate his need for entertainment. Temporarily. 

“Can you believe it? The pipsqueak didn’t bother me a single time,” he chuckles, baring a cheeky grin. Boris runs his free hand through his hair. “Man, you gotta give me major props for being on my best behavior. I opted to dine on mackerel and not mice. ‘Even had my fork and knife ready.” 

[confetticandies]

draws whiskers on her face first.

that’s cheating | @sinwore

The minute the hare approaches her with a marker she is sure it’s downhill from there. After all, it’d be near impossible to fight back against the brute force of the towering man who had been much stronger than she was. She stands still in brimming reluctance, feeling the regret and tiredness that all her other previous victims probably felt too. She had it coming though, and she only had herself to blame. The scent of the marker so close to her nose is slightly annoying, but her focus is on running to the nearest mirror to see how ridiculous she looked.

“Please tell me you used a washable marker. This is washable, right? I used washable on everyone else!”

[morsxvoluntariax-blog]

❛ a bold move to show your face here in the shadows of night. ❜

Late Night Wanderings Sentence Starters

Well, he just had terrible luck. Of all the people… Dazai rolled his eyes, rocking back on his heels before rising from the squat and turning around. He held his arms up, palms up, in a shrug, a goofy grin planting itself on his face. 

“What can I say, I’m a bold person~” Dazai stated, his voice deceptively light, the grin not reaching his eyes- a dark, cold brown, devoid of emotion or joy. “Besides, I’ve never been afraid of the shadows.” 

[confetticandies]

digits tilt her chin, presenting her right cheek to him. minute scrutiny, brows furrowing — at a trace line of red on her cheek, the remains of a stray gunshot — before he bends to kiss it, lips & grip light. ❛ you can hit me if ya wanna. ❜ he mutters, then pulls back with a smirk. ❛ doesn’t hurt anymore, does it ? ❜ // as promised. ♡

sorta unprompted | always accepting! | @sinwore​

To say that Alice was incredibly frustrated at the situation would have been quite the understatement. One moment, she was returning to the Hatter Mansion from visiting the Amusement Park. The next? Well, let’s just say being thrust into an all-out line of fire was less than ideal. It was a miracle that the bullet missed her face point blank and just barely scratched her cheek. After hiding behind a makeshift barricade (the corner of the gate did well in protecting her on such fronts), the outsider sighs angrily once the fire ceases to exist.

When the hare makes his way toward her she is fully prepared to chew him out. Some sort of warning as she was walking toward the entrance would have been nice! Now all she had to stand for was rattled nerves and spiteful irritation to cover over her brief moment of fear before she’d gone to safety. Was consideration too hard to ask for? But he manages to take her mind off her strict chastising with his fluid, gentle actions. A kiss is planted, and all her anger she’s festered up is frozen into place as she blinks confusedly.

Then she’s angry all over again.

“A kiss isn’t going to make up for an actual apology.” She murmurs as a bright hue of pink coats her cheeks. Maybe it did sting still. Even if it did, she was unable to feel it against the surging wave of embarrassment. All she can manage at this point is a gentle press of her knuckles against the bottom of his chin.

“I’m usually the one taking care of you. I’m not a fan of this role reversal...”

[confetticandies]

holds her hand. (`ヘ´)♡

we made a deal on discord. 1/15(!!!!!!!!!!) times elliot is allowed to hold her hand. | @sinwore

Alice zoning out in the middle of simple conversations seemed to happen more often than not. Her mind kept wandering back to thoughts of what may have been happening at home. In her heart, she still shouldered no regret for staying in Wonderland, but that did not mean she stopped questioning the results of her actions.

A larger hand than her own seems to call her back to reality (as real as a world like Wonderland could get) as it gently laces between hers. Her cheeks burn at the sudden contact. It had been quite funny that a mafia member, above anyone else, exploited a moment of weakness Alice had. How absolutely characteristic of them. Tactical indeed. An all too distant, yet familiar feeling surfaces in the pit of her stomach as her fingers instinctively squeeze. It was embarrassing to realize how touch starved she’d been since breaking up with her ex long ago. Yet, while her shoulders jolt up, her hand doesn’t pull away.

“Elliot…?”