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on the run alice, faster, faster you always ran faster than the rest of them. it's only here, in this moment where she finds some momentary calm. her breath is jagged as she turns the corner and leans against the wall. slides down, sitting on the ground. when she feels it, someone is here but they are not. she has a visitor. a voice in her head calling and it is unfamiliar, not a single one of the wonderland creatures. who could it be? who calls?

hello? and it's a thought. she isn't scared, she is much more curious. it is unusual to have a visitor in her head when no one's here physically. something she can do and yet rarely does. she looks around for a sign, something to give a clue. who's here? how has she been found? alice rarely hopes for impossible things, but as often as they do impossible things do happen. @drunivers

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my psd makes everything so blue but let me inform you alice's eyes are so round and SO GREEN

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so alice's powers aren't as direct as someone might assume, she can't just immediately know everything there is to know about a person just by entering their "wonderland" she has to stumble onto fragments or memories, and figure out how the person's mind particularly works. alice's memories of others are divided into everyone that has come into her life, and before they were scattered through wonderland. now, at least what she's gather from her family resides in a hidden room in the valley of tears, neatly organized. her memories have the form of glass shapes and by looking through them is the memory revealed.

other people might have different mechanisms, that fit their own headspace better. and although she becomes good at adapting on the go and figuring it out, it takes her time. if she just by being curious wants to know the person or even yet help them.

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like this to plot !

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i can't put too much thought on like how alone alice was in the world after her family died, even after surviving being institutionalized she was taken advantage and made vulnerable every single step of the way.

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marvel verse. alice is a mutant with reality altering powers, not the first in the line of The Alice title holders, but after dr. bumby burned down her house and killed her family, alice was institutionalized just like in canon but this event triggered her powers. she started constructing her wonderland while in the catatonic state. the wonderland is real and it's a true reflection of alice's mind. alice can enter other people's wonderland and what that might look like difers between people. after succesfully killing bumby she had full access to her powers meaning that she has her full arsenal at her disposal.

she goes into hiding, and she needs help in figuring out her powers and how to control them and keep them in check. if her mind is stable so are her powers, but if she isn't it can turn into a very volatile situation real quick.

abilities are as follows:

portal creation

short teleportation

conjuring of weapons such as the vorpal blade and the hobby horse

she can enter people's wonderlands (usually she is in a dissociative state meaning that this is not something she can do "in battle")

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murder, she wrote — season one.

a collection of dialogue starters from season one of murder, she wrote. adjust wording as needed.

if this is some kind of a sick joke...

well, i thought you'd be pleased.

that's the trouble, [name]. you've never dreamed. and it's about time you did.

they'll love you, just like i do.

actually, i've not been sleeping well.

i didn't come here to be wined and dined.

i'm mortified by my behavior. i've come to beg your forgiveness.

suppose i just settle for the pleasure of your company.

it is never inappropriate to wish the world a little ill will.

alright, alright. stop getting hysterical.

i couldn't go through that. not after all these years.

another time, a different place, we might've had something.

you shouldn't be out on a night like this.

don't ask questions that beg obvious answers.

maybe if you lost someone you'd be a little upset, too.

i suppose we do have to keep up appearances, don't we, darling?

you know, i'm not used to being summoned.

you call it murder. i call it a career move.

guess i shouldn't drink alone.

i hate to say goodbye to people that i like.

you're always making fun of me.

around here, some of the real beasts walk on two legs.

would you like me to stay here with you a little longer?

spoken like a true champion of justice.

i think you know by now how i feel about you.

you know, the only thing i'm guilty of is caring.

i better warn you: i've been practicing a little.

perhaps you have an aversion to sunshine.

i'm not used to being refused.

i don't need your dime-store psychoanalysis.

i can be a generous friend, [name]. i can also be a dangerous enemy.

i have a dire feeling we're both in the same predicament.

that's a nasty temper you've got, [name]. i've always told you it was gonna get you in trouble one of these days.

well, congratulations. you are the talk of the town.

i'm only injecting a little honesty into this conversation.

she never gave a damn about me. she hardly even admitted that i was alive.

right now, i'm almost glad you talked me into this.

you know, if i didn't love you so much, i'd resent that remark.

it's hard enough to know yourself, let alone another person.

first rule of eavesdropping: never complain if you don't like what you hear.

if you think i've come to defend you, [name], you can guess again.

last night, i was nearly killed.

i assume you have a very good reason for breaking into my home.

i was afraid you wouldn't leave this alone.

all i'm saying is, don't sit back and watch. jump in.

i'd rather remember things the way they were.

i couldn't think about anything but killing him.

my occasional exploits are grossly exaggerated, believe me.

you shouldn't meddle in something you don't understand.

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her mind is fracture. her distrust of others is only but a result of all the years being away from people who had the smallest bit of interest in her well being. alice is scary, scary to the doctor's treating her, she's a mad woman, a broken cup. sharp pieces easy to cut when handled. she's looking out, the vastness of the world threatening to swallow her whole. magic, such a funny concept. an odd one at that. to think it's real, that reality might have not been as certain as she was forced to think.

her mouth pressed to a line. john constantine, magic man. he smells of cigarettes and of alcohol. he doesn't scare her, he is surprisingly human to her. and possibly more familiar to her than most others. the house of mystery feels like a trinket box, like the one she and lizzie used to share. her bright round eyes turns from the forest to john. "why yes." she starts. sitting up a little straighter, suddenly seen. "-the house. it's beautiful. she feels alive to me, in a way. is she? alive i mean." it's quiet then. before she bites her lips. "-it's been so long i had a room to myself, it's so big." bigger on the inside, she would argue. "how are you, constantine, that's positively a mouthful...have i mentioned that before? terribly long name. but i suppose it's yours." her mouth runs on her own at times, especially when she feels nervous. or when she feels she could be heard. most people move about the world as if they can't hear alice liddell.

i'm not much good at conversation .

you don't say, john wants to say, but bites back. he doesn't know much about her, but this alice bird has shown she's the type to scare easy: in simple conversation just as much as combat.

and he doesn't want to scare her off. not much point in that if they're supposed to be helping her, is there? and they are. zee decided as much; that woman wouldn't know a lost cause if it came out of her hat.

(john supposes he'd like it if alice liddell weren't a lost cause either. but he knows better than almost anyone that wishing something were different is useless.) getting attached is unwise, but still he sits beside her on the steps leading up to the house of mystery. she just looks so bloody sad, sitting there all alone. "that's alright, love. just wanted to check in. you, ah, settling in alright?"

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❛ Relax. It's only magic. ❜

the flash of ember, something calls. alice does not answer, bright eyes transfixed. relaxes only when she does confirm that it isn't fire. nothing is burning. the man before her simply moves his hand in a way. it does not smell like smoke, it isn't destroying everything in sight. engulfing, choking. it's bright, and yellow, melting like the sun. "magic?" why, how utterly mad. how simple. it drew a small uptick in the corner of alice's mouth. "-what are you doing then, magic man?" she asks, believing him then.

the doctor considers her a hard case, a mad woman with too much between her head. "-is it going to hurt?" voice is merely a whisper, speak up, she can hear in the doctor's voice. and she can't, she does not know why she is here, in the middle of the street, wonderland and reality being so different and yet blending into one another. with no other explanation but herself. she does not know what to do. here lies alice liddell, then, opened exposed. staring at him, at the circle like encantation, glowing. brows set, a look from a woman who's been through enough. there's no relaxing here. her trust is still yet to be gained.

@const4ntine

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you guys have no idea why im back on this blog.

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✧ *   THE DARK CRYSTAL ,  THE NOVEL  (1982 )  PROMPTS .

our food is good for you. it will suffice. we cannot know what is bad for a gelfling. eat up, and grow strong.

you might lose your way.

is that a brave face?

to make a sound is to trouble the roots of silence. to play the flute is to make a slave of the air.

the storm comes. it is time. time of change. time of trial.

i was born under a shattered sky.

a wanderer may come from under the mountain bringing murder and birth.

heal the wound at the core of being.

remember me, ___. we may meet again, but not in this life.

the better you know me, the better you will know the world as it will be without me.

nothing is except energy.

it is already as simple as it can be. that is why you find it hard to understand.

your need is to go with questions, not with answers, as the cave needs the mountain.

the future is many futures.

but i am frightened of what is dark.

darkness imprisons the light. darkness destroys all beings, covets all energy. it is evil.

evil does not exist. evil is disharmony between existences.

kill it! kill it! kill it! kill it!

… could be anywhere then.

ha! afraid of me, is it? think i might eat you, huh?

such marvels!

safe? you won’t find safe here. or anywhere.

i said lots of things. too many. nobody to talk to, that’s why.

he was dying and didn’t answer my questions.

big battle. or big friendship. can’t tell.

end, beginning, all the same. big change. good, bad, i don’t know.

we all turn to smoke one day, no? come from smoke too, some say.

are they something you’re frightened of?

he won’t hurt you. he’s a terrible coward.

here, take my hand.

how did we tell each other so much without talking?

so now, you think, i ought to be able to conquer my fear.

they can’t believe their eyes, seeing you.

i know what you’re feeling. but it’s not your fault it happened.

what a wonderful thing to hear the moment you awake!

bad things happened here once.

you don’t have to come with me.

but i don’t have wings!

of course not. you’re a boy!

i can’t leave you here because that would be even more dangerous.

you can’t leave me here because i am not going to be left anywhere.

which route to death?

i smell death here.

don’t despair now, we’ve gotten this far because of your courage.

go find your friend. go find your death.

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๋࣭ ⭑𓆩✧𓆪🗡ྀ࿔ 〖 stories and songs . . . 〗 a collection of sentence starters inspired by various codex entries from the dragon age rpg series. some prompts usfw. adjust details as necessary.

the wind that stirs their shallow graves carries their song.

heed our words, hear our cry.

oh, fair damsel of the garden!

surely your work is far too vital to be interrupted by one like me.

i was a fool to pluck that flower.

you are not a man known for your honor.

you allowed me to live once, and so now i do the same for you.

i am humbled by your words.

but some things cannot be repent.

there is something in here with us.

death is certain, either way.

you have been my rock and my shield.

strike true, do not waver. and let not your prey suffer.

as the sapling bends, so must you.

you are lost, and soon you will fade.

go forth and claim the empty throne of heaven.

you have brought doom upon the world.

magic exists to serve man, and never to rule over him.

they shall find no rest in this world or beyond.

there is but one truth.

all things in this world are finite.

each night in dreams you may always remember me.

the light shall lead you safely.

i am but your faithful servant.

if blood must be shed and used, so be it.

step away from this folly, before it consumes us all.

i long to dance with you beneath the moonlight.

do not despair. for it is not you, it is of me.

my most heartfelt apologies for the ripped bodice.

such depravity i have never been forced to suffer!

let them hunt, and dread finding me.

truth will hold you for that is what truth does.

i shouldn't have doubted your resolve.

please accept my humble apologies.

in truth, it is i who has been most vulnerable.

the seals are already weakening.

it must be protected at all costs.

of unknown metal and magic keen, a finer blade there's never been.

any army is only as good as its equipment.

blessed by the vine in spring, i shall not fear the winter's sting.

only fools ignore the history of the ground they walk and the people they meet.

i could use an extra pair of eyes to keep watch at night.

i hope they found peace.

blessed are they who stand before the corrupt and the wicked and do not falter.

in blood, my will is written.

we are forever in your graces.

the oath you have taken is all but broken.

can you be forgiven when the cold grave has come?

once we raised up our chalice in victory.

why change the past when you can own this day?

the wolves are our allies.

always keep an eye out for the noble owl.

nothing burns like the first cup.

gallows master, hold they hand. hold it back awhile.

look away, look into the sun.

you know we all are dying.

alas, i cannot stay.

we'll beat down the bastard, and then we'll get plastered!

what of the old secrets the burn in our hearts?

now we pray for a dawn that will never arrive.

but it is our blood he seeks.

you will realize the smiles are false, and behind them lies revenge.

for all your fancy intrigue, you have spent your life creating nothing of worth.

it moves on without you, uncaring.

who could bear the weight of a people destroyed by his hand?

what was your vision of our purpose?

so buy the lads a round.

i'm ashore for the night and seeking company.

i'd still rather die.

why be what i am when i can be more?

have you threatened to cut out anyone's tongue today?

for have i not grown in skill and measure?

binding a demon of higher power is dangerous...

let it be my choice to have served and died.

i'm not staying to watch you die like a fool.

the undead you have been fighting are people i killed with my own hands.

here is my soul, trapped in a cage of bone.

turn around, face the shadows. don't blink.

just going to lie here for a while.

chopping off their heads should do the trick.

i am empty, filled with nothing.

arrogance becomes our end.

i'm here to die. but i won't go quietly.

i don't want to die like this.

cry for the past; only there does glory dwell.

so the forest grows, a reflection of our might.

mourn the past and all that was left there.

mastery of the self is mastery of the world.

suffering is choice and we can refuse it.

pride disguises itself in its surety.

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THE CRAFT (1996) SENTENCE STARTERS

❛ I can't stay home and watch daytime TV for the rest of my life. ❜

❛ The almanac says today will bring an arrival of something. ❜

❛ We need someone to call out the corners-- north, south, east and west. ❜

❛ I am sorry. My defenses are up. People here have been really rude to me. ❜

❛ He comes on to anything with tits. ❜

❛ Everything in nature steals, you know. Big animals steal from little ones. ❜

❛ Maybe you're a natural witch. Your power comes from within. ❜

❛ I had a dream about you. In my dream, you were dead. ❜

❛ Man invented God. This is older than that. ❜

❛ Do you guys worship the devil? ❜

❛ Sometimes I will want it to rain, and a pipe will burst in my room and it will just get flooded. Or I will want it just to be quiet, and I will wish for it, and I will go deaf for three days straight. ❜

❛ Nothing makes everything all better again. ❜

❛ Maybe he was just trying to save face then... because... he's going around the whole school saying that... you're the lousiest lay he's ever had. ❜

❛ Why'd you lie about me? ❜

❛ Look, I don't want to go out with you again. Okay? Please stop begging. It's pathetic. ❜

❛ She's gonna cry, and then I am gonna cry. We're all gonna cry. ❜

❛ You girls watch out for those weirdos. ❜

❛ We are the weirdos. ❜

❛ Did you tell your friends? That you're a lying sack of shit. ❜

❛ Did you ever play that game, light as a feather, stiff as a board? ❜

❛ I think she doesn't want to be white trash any more. And I told her, "You're white, honey. Just deal with it." ❜

❛ Ever since I was a little girl I said, “All I want in life is a juke box that plays nothing but Connie Francis records.' ❜

❛ It's just that I can't stop thinking about you. I don't know why, but I think I love you. ❜

❛ I don't know what's happening to me. I can't eat. I can't sleep. ❜

❛ When you open a floodgate, how do you undo it? You unleash something with a spell. There is no undoing. It must run its course. ❜

❛ You should let him suffer. ❜

❛ It's not for you to judge suffering. ❜

❛ True magic is neither black nor white. It's both because nature is both. Loving and cruel, all at the same time. The only good or bad is in the heart of the witch. ❜

❛ Whatever you send out you get back times three. ❜

❛ You want to invoke the spirit? You must be experienced to do this. It's very dangerous. ❜

❛ You know, the serpent is a very powerful being. You should respect it. ❜

❛ Listen, all I am saying is I think it's enough already. ❜

❛ I know you think we're getting what we want now, but it's going to come back to us threefold. ❜

❛ Are we actually having a theological conversation here? ❜

❛ I mean, it's fun, it's scary. I mean, who gives a shit? ❜

❛ Stop trying to win them over, because it won't work. ❜

❛ How do you know what I look like? We're talking on the phone. ❜

❛ I disagreed with them once, and they turned their backs on me. That's not friendship. ❜

❛ Sometimes it's like we're one person. Know what I mean? ❜

❛ You should have seen the look in his eyes. It was so weird. They seemed empty, like it wasn't even him. ❜

❛ You're a witch! They were right. ❜

❛ The only reason you're in love with her is because she cast a spell on you. Sad, but true. ❜

❛ You don't even exist to me! You don't even exist. You are nothing. ❜

❛ The only way you know how to treat women is by treating them like whores! ❜

❛ He's sorry? Oh, he's sorry! He's sorry! He's sorry! Sorry, my ass! ❜

❛ Don't touch me! Everything I touch turns to shit. ❜

❛ You know, in the old days if a witch betrayed her coven... they would kill her. ❜

❛ I know I don't know you very well, but I just didn't know where else to go. ❜

❛ And now, it's like everywhere I turn, they're all around me. No matter what I do, ❛ they're still there. I don't know what to do. ❜

❛ She's inside my dreams. She knows what's going on inside my head. She can read my mind. ❜

❛ I can't control it. I always end up hurting somebody. ❜

❛ You must invoke the spirit. ❜

❛ If it isn’t real then why are you still bleeding? ❜

❛ Run! Run back up to your room like the little coward that you are. ❜

❛ What's going on? Why aren't you dead? ❜

❛ He came to me. Saved me. And he wanted me to give you a message. You're in deep shit. ❜

❛ By the way, what happened to [name]? They rushed out of here without even saying good-bye. That's bad manners. ❜

❛ Relax. It's only magic. ❜

❛ Look. I know I am a little crazy. I don't mean to be. ❜

❛ It all got out of hand, and I am sorry. No more games, okay? ❜

❛ We were just wondering, do you still have any powers? Because we don't. ❜

❛ Hold your breath until I call. ❜

❛ Be careful. You don't want to end up like [name]. ❜

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EXTROVERT ————🦋—— INTROVERT PRAGMATIC —————🦋— CREATIVE LOGICAL ————🦋—— EMOTIONAL PLANNER —————🦋— SPONTANEOUS TRUSTING —————🦋— CAREFUL HONEST ——🦋———— DECEPTIVE LEADER ——🦋———— FOLLOWER EGOTISTICAL ——🦋———— ACCOMMODATING

CALM —————🦋— LIMBIC FRIENDLY ——🦋———— UNKIND PASSIVE ————🦋—— AGGRESSIVE DIPLOMATIC ——🦋———— AUTHORITARIAN FORGIVING —————🦋—— UNFORGIVING LOYAL —🦋————— DISLOYAL OPEN —————🦋— RESERVED GENTLE ——🦋———— ROUGH

WARM —————🦋— COLD BRAVE 🦋—————— COWARDLY OBEDIENT ——————🦋 REBELLIOUS DEDICATED ———🦋——— SEEKING STUBBORN 🦋—————— FLEXIBLE INQUISITIVE 🦋—————— NON-CURIOUS MATURE —🦋————— IMMATURE DECISIVE ———🦋——— INDECISIVE

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a house, a home even. alice had that. had. that blasted fire. she could very easily loose herself in that thought, and she's heard that we musn't dwell on what once was. green eyes focus on the girl, on what she's saying. a house. she would be hidden, away. in all the essence of the word. she wouldn't be found there. not immediately anyways. alice doesn't think she will lie, lying isn't productive. not when trust was hanging by a thin line. telepathy. and that isn't what alice does. not exactly. 'a house, a home even. alice had that. had. that blasted fire. she could very easily loose herself in that thought, and she's heard that we musn't dwell on what once was. green eyes focus on the girl, on what she's saying. a house. she would be hidden, away. in all the essence of the word. she wouldn't be found there. not immediately anyways. alice doesn't think she will lie, lying isn't productive. not when trust was hanging by a thin line. telepathy. and that isn't what alice does. not exactly.

"there's no one to call." alice states, can her ember crackling in the background. and it's only the chill of the forest that bring her back, down, down, down. "-but i need help. somewhere to stay." she starts, suddenly shy. alice! such a rude child. grown up to become such a rude woman. but she'll be good. "here, outside, it's not safe." she knows how to talk, she just. had gone, radio silent for a while. nothing to say so why speak? she's trying again. and she would be pleading, if she didn't feel so ill about even considering the thought. "-we need to leave." it was a warning almost, she held out her hand. hopefully. if she's placing her trust where it should be, the proper place to put it. then this is okay. and alice doesn't have to go back. to the rainbow room. with the others. no. not anymore. alice can pick up whatever is left. and. escape.

       Nothing strange ever happened in Hawkins. Even cycling through the woods from school back to her house, as was her route every day since the start of middle school, was so uneventful that the worst thing she could imagine stumbling across was a bear — and that had never happened in Roane County. But Robin had heard about the Byers boy going missing a few days ago — his brother Jonathan had been putting up posters all over school, and she could only imagine how angry her mom would be with her for taking this route home — and now maybe, face to face as she was with an unfamiliar girl, wearing a hospital gown with a spaced out look in her eyes, she had to concede that maybe, this November, her comprehensive assessment of Hawkins as a tiny speck of nothing, lost in the Indiana wilderness... was no longer quite true.

       Robin nearly stumbled back as the girl's finger pressed between her eyes. She blinked. “ OK, uh...” Her brain was struggling to comprehend what she meant by in there. “ Seeing as I haven't yet mastered the language of telepathy, I could... take you back to my house? ” It sounded like a terrible idea even as she said it. How was she going to sneak another fully grown teenager into her bedroom? “ There's a phone. You can use it to call your parents? Tell them where you are? ”