#alice: madness returns kin

[v0rpalalice]

None Kin/irl whatever the fuck that is version of the edit

[babybulbasaur920]

my eyes have opened

victorian orphan associated with blue

supernatural companion

obsessed with revenge

lost family in mysterious fire

mentions of SA and r@pe in backstory

also connected with the queen of hearts

Ciel Phantomhive kins Alice from American Mcgee. or the other way around

[a-wildkinventure]

Hey there!!

@a-wildkinventure here! you can call me Venture!

[I know this post is long, but please read till the end!]

I use he/they pronouns.

In addition, I also use it/its [I use neos but don't list here]

I am part of a questioning [not currently diagnosed] sys, in addition to being polykin and therian so... chaos will ensue.

Although this blog is dedicated specifically to kin chaos.

[in specific I am a c-linker/c-kin in addition to non-linking kin with fictionflicker and exotrauma experiences as well as having a very strong connection to kinmems]

please try to understand that this is my only safe place to talk about kin stuff... so I really, REALLY just want to exist... and even here I'm not sure how 'safe' I feel...

What I'm cool with doing:

[On a scale from 1 to 10]

Chatting with other fictionkin [or kin in general, other, fiction, etc.] - 10/10, definitely! talk with me peeps!

[especially if you are from my sources!!! Fallout 4, Kong Skull Island or Kaiju in general, Murder Drones, Sally Face, Metal Family, Coraline, Chikn Nuggit, Tangled the Series, Carrion, UTMV, Dumbo, etc!!!]

[Trying] to make moodboards - 7/10, I am kind of shit at these but will still try!

[Trying] to make stimboards - 2/10, I am total shit at these and probably won't try, but I'd love to learn!

Talking with doubles - 9/10, might weird me out a bit at first, but hell yeah, dude!

Offering kin help - 5/10, I can try! I'm actually pretty new to understanding that I am kin, so I might not be good.

Anything NSFW in asks - 2/10, depends on context... I'm usually VERY sex and sexual/sexuality repulsed, but within REASON I can handle NSFW stuff. Just don't go out of your way to be a horny freak ig? [Not meant to be negative, but I've dealt with too much sexual shit in my life...]

All The Kin-formation!

High Kin(s):

HABIT

Evan Myers

Alex Kralie (Vampire AU)

Alex Kralie (different AU, unsure as to which)

Tim Wright

The Observer

Slenderman

Jack Nyras

Josh

Hansel

Medium Kin(s):

Lordy / Lordi

Swampy

Gustav Shvagenbagen

Harold Biddle

Bezel

Carrion

Sal Fisher

Jane Doe

Low Kin(s):

Heavy

Hvitur

BEN DROWNED

Alice Liddel

Chesnok

Catnap & Catfeine

Dormant Kin(s):

[Label used for kintypes that I have not had shifts for in a long time, to the point where I am unsure what happened to them. Something I attribute to fictionflickering]

Template

Toby Rogers

Casey Junior

Wyborne Lovat

Varian

Zombie Drone

Disassembly Drone

Skullcrawler

Glowing Deathclaw

My Kintypes [all]:

Glowing Deathclaw, Skullcrawler, Zombie Drone, Disassembly Drone, Sal Fisher, Chesnok, Lordy / Lordi, Wyborne Lovat, Bezel, Carrion, Varian, Template, Casey Junior, Heavy Shvagenbagen, Catnap & Catfeine, Gustav Shvagenbagen, Tobias "Ticci Toby" Rogers, Jack "Eyeless Jack" Nyras, BEN DROWNED, Hansel, Alice Liddel, Slenderman, Tim Wright, Hvitur, Harold Biddle, Jane Doe, Josh, Swampy, HABIT, Evan Myers, Alex Kralie (Vamp AU), Alex Kralie, The Observer

(Copingkin types: Heavy Shvagenbagen, HABIT/Evan)

(Copinglink types: BEN DROWNED)

Kinsidering Kintypes:

Lif (Metal Family)

You can see me on the fictionkinfessions blog, I use 2 emoji combos for my confession signings. Here are some of them!

(aka ones I've used for submissions)

🎀💔 (Lordy confessions), 🍻🌟 (now for Chesnok confessions), 📼🎸(Sal Fisher confessions), 🐈‍⬛🌫 (Wybie confessions), ⏱️🌌 (Bezel confessions), 🥩🪱 (Carrion confessions), 🧪⚡️(Varian confessions), ✒️🔄 (Template confessions), 🚂🎪 (Casey Junior confessions), 🐾🗺 (Pokémon??? confessions), 🤘🐱 (Heavy confessions), 📏🎼 (Gustav confessions), ☀️🌘 (Catnap/Catfeine confessions), 🩹🌲(Toby Rogers confessions), 👁🔪 (Jack Nyras confessions), 💾🎮 (BEN DROWNED confessions), 👗🎠 (Alice confessions), 🍜🤳 (Ennui confessions), ⚫️🫀 (Venom confessions), 🌲👔 (Slenderman confessions), 🚬🍂 (Masky / Tim Wright confessions), ❄️💎 (Hvitur confessions), 🚺🎢(Jane Doe confessions), 📹🛤 (Josh confessions), 🐊🛀 (Swampy confessions)

( ps. I use I/me on this blog instead of we/ours because kin related things are ONLY associated with me [the core], I seem to be the only kinner *I think I'm wording that right?* as well as the only therian. hence the I/me. also, fakeclaiming syscource people... fuck all the way off, please. I just want to EXIST and BE MYSELF. Like, I'll stay off your posts, respect your DNIs but if you come to ME, I WILL block you... I just want a space to feel free to have my identity, because apparently I can't just "Be Myself" as people always told me anymore. Like... I'm not claiming to be endo, I'm not claiming to be tulpa or willo, or traumatically formed.. I don't I'm know WHY this happened.. just saying I have experiences, even though they won't really be talked about here, my shitty anxiety wants me to try to safeguard myself against fakeclaiming and hatred because I just want to go through a day feeling a bit okay about who I am for once... like... feeling okay about ALL of me, not just some cherry-picked "socially acceptable" aspects... )

more ps. PFP does not belong to me that is someone else's art... I belive I found it on Pinterest, but I do not remember the poster.

In addition, my banner is an edited / compiled version of two moodboards that soldier-requests made for me. So again... not mine, technically.

[mana-sputachu]

Another d0nation bust done, Alice (Alice: Madness Returns) for nekoplatinum over twitter , thank you again for your donation!💜

Help me keep making art 💜

Pinned post (with commission infos and where you can find me)!

[bunnyscentd]

The holy trinity of insane girlies in gaming 🤭

[kinn-moods]

A moodboard for a young Alice Liddell from Alice Madness Returns for @chamomile-and-jabborwock who likes mice and pastel blue!

[atrodonna]

Drop that kin list!!! I feel like you definitely kin Fyodor, tho ;)

Hehe. No.

Man, I’m stupid as shit - for starters. And logic and ambition are definitely not my main traits either. Nor is it “ideals” or “perfection.” So…

Kin list? Eh. Idk.

1) Alice Liddell (McGee’s)

2) Raskolnikov (my bf)

3) …. Eclipsa Butterfly (i adore her)

Maybe more, I just don’t think much into how I see myself in others, though.

[damndamsy]

renegade | aemond targaryen x oc (part iv)

While it was perverse and unacceptable, Prince Aemond and Princess Aemma took no heed of their noble steads, crossed the forbidding sea on Vhagar, chose a single witness, Princess Helaena on her mount, Dreamfyre, and united their blood in marriage. Dragonglass split their lips and hands, sealing their fates and promising their futures. Blood of two caught in chalice joined as one. The secret wedding was one for the books, the eerieness of the night, the rising tide and the fire kindling their vows. You'd expect them to have their conscience pricked but no, they knew this was their true calling. Not a force on this godforsaken planet could bring them apart.

Due for their return, Aemma was too quiet as she nimbly scaled Vhagar and straddled the saddle. Aemond observed in satisfaction, how his bride was so quick to form a connection to his dragon with a mere touch of her fingers and her soothing Valyrian tongue. This woman was truly meant to be his.

This time, he luxuriated behind her, the thrill of having her this close and belonging there, nothing couldn't arrest this. As Vhagar rumbled lowly beneath them, just as excitable as her rider, Aemond stroked his temple against Aemma's and stole a kiss from her cheek.

"Having regrets?" he murmured. Her skin shivered beneath his hold on her waist. The night was growing frigid.

Aemma shook her head, her teeth eventually gleaming with a smile. She turned her head to rest her forehead against his. "Never. This feels right. I only wish we didn't have to go back."

"The night is yet young. Let us take to the air." She laughed when his lips did their bidding against her neck, an idea with each kiss. "Dorne is within reach. Shall we soak up some sun? Beneath the blood orange orchards?"

Aemma pursed her lips. "Sounds delightful."

"It is decided." He eagerly twisted the leather harness around his dominant wrist to awaken Vhagar. "We'll come back when the time is ripe."

She let out a weary sigh, stopping his motions. Aware of her hesitation, he leaned his lips against her nape.

"We must go back," she whispered. "Reality awaits."

When they retreated to the dawning stillness of the Red Keep, they spoke of their marriage to no one. No one noticed the prince walking the princess to her chambers, placing a kiss upon her swathed hand and wounded lips, swearing to never speak of this until the time was right, and biding his wife good night.

All but one saw this. The word was dispatched.

It was Otto Hightower who sent for Her Grace and Prince Aemond, summoning their presence in his chambers forthwith. They discussed the atrocity that the young prince had committed while ushering in a new dawn.

"Surely this is some farce!" Alicent blustered, her voice vindictive.

Aemond undid the swathes of bandages to reveal a definitive scarlet scar sliced across his palm. "I have done my duty as the king's heir and taken a bride."

Otto was tolerant but only to an extent. He was reaching his breaking point. "That girl—your bride—is supposed to treat with the Northern lord next moon. How would he respond to this but with slight?"

"Then request him to politely fuck off to the world's end," Aemond mumbled, sinking to a seat and crossing his legs. He should've flown away with Aemma when he had the chance.

"He is a king! You would risk a conflict in the realm!" Alicent said, horrified.

"I would for her."

"You've gone mad, Aemond. You've fallen in love to lose your mind instead?"

"Aemma has been spoken for in my name since we were children. I've only made haste with the affair," he insisted, already bored of it all. He was a newlywed, he should be warming their marriage bed.

"We could've done this in front of your kin, in due diligence, reliably under the sacred eyes of the Seven. Rather you've decided to elope with the princess, cut your hands and feast upon blood like barbarians!"

"I don't expect you to understand our gods, Mother." He set his elbows on his knees, steepling his fingers, and looking her dead in the eye. "You're not Targaryen."

She gritted her teeth at his audacity. "You'll face the dragon princess' wrath soon enough for what you've done to her girl."

"This matter is concluded. Aemma and I have wed, good tidings are in order and I thank you for yours," Aemond announced, rising to his height. "If you'll excuse me. The sun has risen and my wife will be expecting to see me."

"I take it you haven't consummated this secret marriage?" Otto eventually voiced his concern.

Aemond smirked at him. He would leave nothing to be questioned, even if it meant deceit. "As a true barbarian, I would never seek to disappoint," he lied through his teeth. "Her maidenhead is mine, as is her heart."

"Seven hells," Alicent whispered and put her head in her hands.

"'Tis only custom, mother."

"And when the whispers start. When Daemon holds your head to Dark Sister," Otto continued, "what will you answer then?"

He side-eyed his grandsire before he shifted to take his leave. "I've made it explicit that I will raze this fucking city to the ground lest a single tear is shed from my wife's eyes. My uncle is but a piece of piss next to that."

Another one, a maester, promptly took this information to Princess Rhaenyra and Prince Daemon. They were awakened after the hour of the wolf, insisting on the message's urgency. But the circumstances were faced... differently between them.

"Bravo!" Daemon raised his wine glass in a toast. "Couldn't have done it quicker and better myself. Took a massive, stinking shit on the Queen's precious stars and spokes, didn't they? Let's see how that hoary bitch spiels for her septas now."

"Daemon," Rhaenyra cautioned quietly before diverting to the maester. "And you are sure of this? Aemma wasn't coerced by the prince?"

"No, princess. They even took the prince's sister as a witness. As it happens, they've already consummated."

"Ingenious," Daemon chuckled into his wine.

"Who else knows?"

"Her Grace, the Hand, the prince, and yourself, princess."

"Spread the word," Rhaenyra ordered. "It was a private Valyrian affair to protect the intimacy of the prince and princess. Ensure that no libel comes to the princess' virtue. Or it won't be their tongues I'll have, it'll be yours."

The maester gulped and nodded. "Yes, princess."

As soon as the maester left, Rhaenyra turned to Daemon with a victorious grin. He stretched his hands above his head and groaned. "Wedded bliss awaits our daughter now. I wish her well."

"Aemma rivals me on this," she hummed.

"She's instinctive."

"She's fire and blood. Of course, she is."

X

By high noon, Prince Aemond's private wedding to Princess Aemma was the one word on everyone's fuller lips. They couldn't care less about how they had gone forth with it, but why. Did the prince take her against her will? Did he abduct her and force her into submission? Perhaps, they were made for each other, the one-eyed monstrosity marrying another freak. It was overtly claimed that the princess was of unsound mind, toiled by terrors, and this affair was carried with to keep matters quiet. The one-eyed prince of the realm would have to bear this burden until her dying breath. This outrageous claim was extinguished as soon as it was spoken.

When the secrecy of their union had been broached, Princess Aemma lingered behind closed doors and waited for the match to strike. It wasn't her conscience that moved her, but the weight of her impatience. She had nearly paced a line of gravel under her feet, hoping Aemond would come to her as he had promised.

When the doors opened behind her, Aemma's face softened to relief and she spun to face him.

"Aemond, we must..." Her lips parted with a breath. "Mother."

Princess Rhaenyra paused by the closing doors, possibly clothed in red to match her ire, and limply joined her fingers before her. Her expression was set in stone, and behind her, her brother, Jacaerys, was a towering column of outrage.

Aemma lowered her eyes, however unafraid. "If you want an apology, you will not hear one from me."

"Have you no remorse for us, Aemma?" Jace hurtled toward her and began to shout. "For desecrating your very birthright? For all the considerate privilege that our mother has offered you all your life and this is how you repay her?"

"Jace," her mother warned.

"No, I will not hear it, mother! You have coddled her enough. Blinded her to her own vanity. I should've ended this lunacy when she began courting that monster. Now, look! She has exploited an opportunity and whored herself out to that loathsome—"

"Jace!"

Rhaenyra's indignant roar rang past them. Aemma flinched, at the word and her mother's voice, her vision blurring with the onset of tears. She would dare not cry, that would stand to invalidate everything she had accomplished. And she had nothing to feel sorry for.

"Your sister is still a princess and you will treat her as such," Rhaenyra said blackly. "Aemma has desecrated nothing. She has wed a prince and, more so, a Targaryen, per the customs of our old gods, following her own inclination. One which I permitted—"

"You permitted!" he snapped.

"—and some prior announcement would've done nicely," she eyed Aemma knowingly, "but 'tis pleasant news nonetheless. We cannot incriminate her except perhaps reprimand her for undue urgency."

Jace's sneer refused to wane. "She has taken that vile snake to husband." He glared at Aemma. "His family hails your little brothers as bastards. Are you to turn a deaf ear when he calls you that someday? Or your children?"

"You would patronize my lineage?" Aemma spat. "Because I've wed someone you despise?"

"Accept it, Aemma. Laenor Velaryon has furnished us nothing but the title of his house."

"Our father loved us until his dying breath!"

"Laenor's gone and the duty has fallen upon me to defend my kin!"

"Enough of this," Rhaenyra hissed at them. "I will not tolerate such disgraceful talk among my children. Jace, leave us. Now."

Jace bore his unforgiving scowl at Aemma long and hard before leaning to whisper clearly, "You will soon realize what you've given rise to. When he reigns in ruin, I cannot protect you."

Aemma got ahold of her brother's arm desperately. "Jace, please," she whispered.

"It'll be too late, sister."

Jace touched her hand, squeezed it once and pushed it off him. He said nothing more and left the room with a resonant crash of the heavy doors.

Aemma fell back into a chair and hung her head between her shoulders. A deep-seated sting had started to worm up to the front and among all the torment that she shouldn't have to face, this was one, too. Her mother's hands stroked at her shoulders and hair, speaking nothing. She didn't have to, it was evident she held no ill feelings towards her daughter.

Her mother gently took her scarred hand into hers, tracing a finger down the swathing. "Congratulations to the both of you, dearest daughter," she said quietly.

Aemma sniffed, unable to respond.

"I wish you would've informed me. I would've followed you on Syrax in a heartbeat."

"I'm sorry, mother," she murmured, looking up at her. "But I am not ashamed of what we've done. Neither will I made to be."

The door opened once again and Aemma, for a split second, wished it was her brother returning to make amends. Her hope morphed into confidence and consolation when Aemond appeared, armed with his blade. She noticed a smidge of delight in his usual brooding look, probably of seeing his dear friend turned wife first thing in the morn, before it vanished off into scepticism and became aware of Princess Rhaenyra near her.

"Prince Aemond," her mother greeted, stoic. She refused to slip her arms from around her daughter.

Aemond barely spared her a glimpse, a prince on a mission. With his head held high, he cupped Aemma's chin, lifted it slightly and searched her face for something. His lips pursed when found it, his single eye harshening.

"I shall like a word with my wife in private," he requested, nearly insensitive and still unmoving.

Aemma's eyes flickered to Rhaenyra who looked between them, apprehensive of his stance. Her jaw flexed and she nodded once at Aemma before taking her leave. Aemond waited until he heard the creak of the hinges to signify they were truly alone.

"Were she not someone you loved," he said, leaving the words to hang like a noose in the air. He would've coated these flowery walls in red.

Aemma shook her head and pushed to her feet, wobbling slightly from vertigo. She placed her palms around Aemond's neck to steady herself. Responsively, he curled his arm around her and pressed a greeting kiss to her forehead.

"My mother did not upset me," she shared. "In fact, she was pleased to hear of it."

"It," he echoed.

She managed an elfish smile. "Our wedding."

He tilted his head, pretending to forget. "Hmm. I have no memory of this."

"Then allow me a gentle reminder, my friend," she murmured, expectantly leaning on her toes.

His mouth twisted in disdain. "I ought to fuck that word right out of your pretty little mouth."

Aemma dropped to her feet, taken aback, and looking to be sure. "What?"

He smirked, proud of himself. "Shall I repeat it?"

She stuttered with her words. "I—uh."

"So," he flouted easily. "You were reminding me."

She wrinkled her nose. "I don't know if I want to anymore."

"I want to."

He met Aemma's shy lips midway, sweet, soft and slow. Modesty fled when she gently coaxed him closer at his nape and bowed into him, her faint moan spearing through them. Utterly unbridled, he trailed his fingers down her delicate neck, the fine creases there, whilst his lips hunted down the delve of her collarbones, breathing her deeply. Such a naive temptress.

Aemond wanted to undo those flimsy laces and take her right there, in the brightness of dawn, but obligations burdened him. He dropped his head into the curve of her neck, holding her there for a second.

"You've chosen an inconvenient time to tempt me," he breathed out.

Aemma laughed, caressing the back of his head. "Shall I offer you a little distraction?"

"Is it under all these skirts?"

He felt his hair tugged hard albeit playfully. With another quiet laugh, she took his hand and led him to sit by the table, replete with a sweet breakfast for the newlyweds. She had waited all morning to break bread with her new husband.

Aemond was twice as pleasantly surprised when she ensconced over his lap, a slim arm curving over his shoulder. He didn't wait on slinging his own around her thighs.

"I quite like this approach."

"Distracted?" she asked.

"Worse. Ravenous." He sunk his teeth into her soft neck and pulled. Something of a moan left her fluttering lips.

"Then I'll need to act better," she whispered.

She cocked a cheeky brow as she grabbed a sour cherry, bit into it and offered him the other half. Just as though they were six years old again. Fate may have stolen his eye, but it left the other one to witness this; his dear friend, now the jewel in his crown, his wife, all too content to be with him.

He noticed the inflamed wound on her hand, yet to scar. The fresh seal of the bandages was still stained scarlet. He took her cherry-bearing palm into his, comparing their plasters.

"One more scar to match," she laughed.

He arched a side of his lips. "My favourite one."

"So."

"Hmm?" He was too preoccupied in exerting pressure over her bandage, trying to clot her wound.

"What's our first order of business as husband and wife?" She thought about it, swinging her legs. "Hmm... we could go down the Kingsroad and visit an inn. Trade a few coppers for—"

"I want to depart the city soon," he interrupted to say, decidedly.

She smiled until she dimpled. "Or that."

"Good. Now, I will have a ship and crew commissioned from Lord Corlys, who would do us a good turn as your grandsire, and sail to Pentos where I will have made arrangements with Prince Reggio who will be waiting to welcome us. From there, we'll go where the wind takes us on Vhagar."

She gaped at him, waiting for his information to slowly make sense. When it did, she couldn't breathe.

There was not a trace of humour on his face. "I've never been more intent."

She looked away, out the window adjacent to the table, attempting to think this through.

"Don't you think it to be too soon?" She didn't try to hide the fear in her voice. "We only wed last night. I've barely spoken with my family as I'm sure you with yours. We haven't even..." She glanced at her bed, a soft flush burning at her neck.

"Aemma," he cupped her cheek to urge her to see at the sincerity in his eyes, his throat bobbing, "we've done our waiting, sweetling. For years. The longer we stay, the more this becomes a fantasy. I simply won't allow it."

Her panic faltered, and weakened, as she stared at him. All those years she had counted on paddling that oar on her little rowboat further than the untamed tides on Dragonstone or escaping into the Maegor tunnels with a lit torch like adventurers, it all came to this. Here she was, her dear friend, offering it up on a plate. She would be an idiot if she let the chance slip through her fingers.

She drew in a deep breath and grinned as wide as she could. "Me either."

He smiled away his triumph, cradling her chin to kiss her softly. His fingers knotted in her hair when she moved to embrace him snugly, pouring her anxiety into him. He accepted it all, vowing to never let her feel such a thing ever again.

"I will need clothes befitting a traveller." Her words were muffled into his shoulder. "And I'll need sufficient space on Vhagar, a journal to note our findings, some ink, oh! A cape!"

"Anything."

He pressed his lips at her jaw, nuzzling the hair on her neck. He had come to adore the length, bristling with the bearing of a warrior. He pushed it away to look at the rampant excitement in her dark eyes.

"The end of this moon," he marked. "I'll see to it that we set sail in accord with our families."

X

you can read part v here!

[deadlygamemaster]

❝ welcome welcome, ladies and gentlemen. put your mask on and get ready, because tonight we are faceless. you can’t trust anybody, including your own senses. A scavenger hunt-ish competition, while diving into the mysterious world of the circue de minuit. Still not convinced you should take part? Well, the prize money is high and the goal is easy. Try to get the King of Spades, by using the cards you'll find on your way and completing the challenges. Sign your name, get your mask and throw yourself into a world of pure madness. Like the cheshire cat to Alice said: we're all mad here.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ✘ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀Dante Spades • »⠀ ⠀⠀ the face behind the mask.

⠀·⠀ secretly known as ‟ the game-master ” of the Cirque de Minuit Games.

⠀·⠀ sometimes undercover as a contestant by the name of ‟ cillian” to enjoy more of ⠀⠀the chaos caused by his own murderous games.

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⠀·⠀ for the whole story around Dante, the cirque de minuit and the game, ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ▽ read below

 

Dante comes from a family deeply rooted in the performing arts. His parents, siblings, and relatives all embraced roles as playwrights, acrobats, and artists. However, unlike his kin, Dante grappled with a lack of interest and arguably lacked talent when it came to the customary tasks within the Cirque de Minuit. Despite being known for his smug charisma and being hailed as "beautiful as an angel," he found himself stuck selling popcorn at one of the dining areas within the expansive circus.

However, his life took a transformative turn when he conceived an idea that would alter his fate at the circus. A game — a scavenger hunt — a challenge for those, like him, who grew weary of conventional circus spectacles. What originated as a simple game gradually burgeoned into something far more significant. The rules were easy: "Find as many cards as possible throughout the circus premises, complete the task written on the back of the card, and receive a clue in return, that brings you closer to finding the king of spades card and winning the prize fund."

As the success of the scavenger hunt unfolded, not only did the prize fund escalate, but Dante also marveled at the dedication and energy participants invested in the game. Surprised by their willingness to finish the challenges he devised on the cards, he gradually increased the difficulty, eccentricity, and even danger. Astonishingly, rather than questioning the challenges, the allure of his game extended even to the circus employes. Some were eager to assist, while others were keen to place bets on the contestants.. and since the circus was always moving around, there were no consequences if some of the contestants got hurt.

For a while, this provided enough tension and entertainment. Yet, as months passed, Dante found himself plagued by a growing sense of uninspiration. He craved for more—desiring to immerse himself in the game, to be an active participant, and share in the enjoyment firsthand.

[maestro-of-clockwork]

[[ antonio's fucked up kin onion. good god help

character list under the cut (left to right, top to bottom):

center: tony the clock (dhmis)

inner circle: allied mastercomputer (ihnmaims), karl (unknown-psn's oc, known for being a part of the law of talos oct), the joker (batman, specifically mark hamill's), dimentio (super paper mario)

outer circle (top half): majora's mask (legend of zelda: majora's mask), the dollmaker/angus bumby (alice: madness returns (it's mostly in mannerisms, manipulativeness, style & appearance. thank god antonio's not a degenerate pervert like bumby though...tw in case you look him up)), kefka (final fantasy 6), satan (the adventures of mark twain)

outer circle (bottom half): jevil (deltarune), lord x (sonic pc port/joedoughboi's rendition of sonic.exe), joey drew (halfusek's batim comic "abomination"), alt!gabriel (the mandela catalogue)

. . .

WHY ARE THERE FOUR CLOWNS IN THERE ]]

[fictionkinfessions]

Hm, finally some peace from my mind.

Playing the game, knowing a lot of what was going to happen WITHOUT playing or watching things beforehand.

The familiarity.

Everything there feels like an old home, a memory.

And I'm quite sure it is... although thankfully this one doesn't make me sick...

If anything it makes me feel more sane than I ever did in that world. It quells the madness to know the truth...

It breaks the damned curse I'm stuck with.

It returns the stability to the memories that would otherwise be nightmares. It brings back the joy of Wonderland.

It brings back the joy to ME.

I am home once more. For once in this life... I understand peace in this damned and troubled skull.

– A nostalgic Alice [Alice Madness Returns] kin 👗 🎠

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[crystalprima]

🌸 Intro! 🌸

GENERAL INFO:

Hii!! I'm just going to post whatever comes to mind here. It'll be unorganized and messy, but who cares, right? You can expect head-canons from random fandoms I'm in, aesthetics, stim-boards, mood boards, and MAYBE icons. Still debating it. If you want me to make something for your favorite character/show/fandom/whatever, feel free to ask for it! I have literally 0 followers at the time that I'm writing this, so I'm sure I'll see it.

Keep in mind, I'm in a lot of different fandoms, and some are pretty cringey (sorry MLP). This account is not going to be focused on one fandom, but an entire variety.

If you wanna learn a bit more about the stranger behind this account, feel free to keep reading!

PERSONAL INFO:

Name: Crystal Age: 22 Gender: Half female, half computer babyyyy (I'm being fr. I feel like a CPU more than I feel like a human. It's like 60/40%.) Pronouns: She/They Zodiac: Libra

Alignment: Chaotic Good Enneagram: 2 MBTI: ENFP Hobbies: Playing video games, singing, traveling, hiking, editing, this blog probably

FAVORITE THINGS:

Favorite Food: Pho Favorite Drink: Mint Tea Favorite Songs: Bailando, Fireflies, Birds Don't Sing, Alive, Amsterdam, Cha-Ching, I Can Do It With A Broken Heart, New Romantics Favorite Artists: Kesha, Madonna, Tame Impala, TV Girl, Empire of the Sun, One Republic, Imagine Dragons, Taylor Swift, Beyonce Favorite Movie(s): Heathers, Mean Girls, 10 Things I Hate About You, How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days Favorite Shows: The White Lotus, Bob's Burgers, Bee & Puppycat Favorite Games: Far Cry 5, RD2, Stray, Any Pokemon Game Ever Favorite Book Series: Villains by Serena Valentino Favorite Season: Fall (Haha got u) Favorite Sports: Hockey, Baseball, Football Favorite Time Of Day: Night

FANDOMS:

(I will definitely add onto this as time goes on.)

Shows: -Danganronpa -My Little Pony -Pokemon -ENA -Gravity Falls -Adventure Time -Bee & Puppycat -ATLA

Games:

-Alice: Madness Returns -Kingdom Hearts -Stardew Valley -RD2 -Far Cry 5 -Doki Doki Literature Club -FNAF -Literally any Pokemon game

Movies: -Disney -Pixar -Studio Ghibli

Kin List

DISCLAIMER: I don't actually believe or pretend that I'm these characters. I just relate to them the most. It also provides some insight into my personality, I guess. I ALSO DON'T BEHAVE LIKE AN ANIMAL, IF THE KIN IS AN ANIMAL. I PROMISE I'M SOMEWHAT NORMAL.

Pokemon Kins: -Hilda -Skyla -Lillie -Primarina -Eevee

Danganronpa Kins: -Akane Owari -Aoi Asahina -Junko Enoshima (I'm sorry) -Celestia Ludenberg -Chisa Yukizome -More to come when I finish drv3

FNAF Kins: -Chica -Bonnie -Glamrock Chica -Roxanne Wolf

DDLC Kin: -Yuri

RD2 Kins: -Sadie Adler -Arthur Morgan

Amazing Digital Circus Kins: -Ragatha -Bubble

Bee & Puppycat Kins: -Bee -Toast -Sticky

MLP Kins: -Fluttershy -Sweetie Belle -Princess Cadence -Applejack -Rainbow Dash

ENA Kins: -Ena -Hourglass dog

Gravity Falls Kin: -Wendy

Adventure Time Kins: -Flame Princess -BMO -Lumpy Space Princess

ATLA Kins: -Ty Lee -Suki

Disney Princess Kins: -Ariel -Moana -Rapunzel -Belle -Anna -Nani

Disney Character Kins: -Luisa -Alice -Sally -Lady -Daisy -Eeyore

Pixar Character Kins: -Dory -Dug

Studio Ghibli Kins: -Sophie -Hin -Kiki

Other Fandom Info:

Favorite Pokemon Type: Water, Fire, Grass, whatever Missingno is

Dream Pokemon Team: Primarina, Alolan Vulpix, Eevee, Squirtle, Lilligant, Tauros

Talent: Ultimate Performer

Element (ATLA): Air

Other General Info:

Random Interests: -Uncommon glitches in games/software -Scammers getting angry -Science experiments -Miniverse things -Coding/scripting -Corruptions in games/software -Drama (i like to observe it, not to be in it)

Conclusion:

If you made it this far, I'm proud of you. You seriously have some dedication when it comes to trying to figure a stranger out on the internet. But please, go get some water or touch some grass. It's probably been a minute since you've stepped outside. Don't worry, I'm in the same boat. I'll do it with you. 3. 2. 1.

[maggotmakesart]

About me ☆!

hi my name is maggot [mags for short]

im a 20yo lainpilled asukacore femcel [half-joking] whos obsessed with angels and occult clubs.

i kin angel devil, asuka langley, chidori yoshino, futaba sakura, poe [bsd] and togata [fp]

animes/mangas i love are neon genesis evangelion, berserk, bungo stray dogs and im a huge fan of any of tatsuki fujimotos works.

my fav movies are fight club and kairo.

my favourite games are alice madness returns, the persona series and omori [im a shut-in if you couldnt tell lol].

i draw mostly in traditional black and white but plan to eventually add colouring and try digital.

finally, i dont think about pronouns because id rather not exist but if you care to refer to me, neutral and feminine options work fine!

welcome to my blog!

[a-wildkinventure]

The result of trying to make an Alice Liddel stimboard.

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Really, truly no themes... just things that remind me of me. Overall, very Wonderland-centric.

Either way, this was a first attempt at stimboard-ing.

[yuisdad]

Trick or Alice but better: Part 1

Trick or Alice is an R-18 otome game created by Little Cheese in 2012, the same company behind the yandere game Kuro to Kin no Akanai Kagi. It’s based off of the famous Alice in Wonderland book series by Louis Carroll. Content warning for mentions of sexual content.

From what I heard from people who played it, not only did the game tell it’s story in a very confusing way, but it was also boring due to it’s slow pace. Although, I did hear that 3/5 of the love interests’ romance was written pretty decently. For my revised version, I’ll be ditching the rape, incest, and the little pedophilia the game had for obvious reasons. I’m also not making it an otome game, let alone an R-18 game. The art style looks very cute and colorful, so it’s very disturbing to see these adorable looking characters doing the devil’s tango. The game is also so plot focused that the romacne would feel a little forced if that makes sense. 

I would also have the story be told episodically, but it has an ongoing plot in the backround, similar to Bustafellows, Avatar: The Last Airbender, and Season 1 and Season 2-A of The Owl House. That way, the character interactions would feel more concise and light-hearted rather than boring and dragged out. I also would have the Black Rabbit not be Louis Carroll himself, but rather his own person that happened to have created Wonderland. He would also physically look like an adult, since the “looks like a child, but is actually an adult” trope is gross, especially if you’re doing it on a real person. The Wonderland animals would also look like anthropomorphic animals rather than people with animal ears and tails.

Revised version:

White Rabbit and Chrono, The Mad Hatter, were born in a white void, or a “blank page” if you will. White Rabbit had magic, so he was able to conjure up basic needs, like a home, food and water. Outside of their little home, they rest of the world around them was nothing but white. For the longest time, they were fine with this, since they were only fine with each other. The White Rabbit, in spite of his stoic personallity, was always more imaginative. Chrono, despite his more outgoing behavior, preffered to follow the rules. The one thing both of them were worried about was time and what they could make use of it. In spite of their differences, they were close friends. They had plenty of tea parties together and White Rabbit would teach Chrono a few magic tricks. However, when they became adults, White Rabbit felt alone and wanted to make this void more than just a “blank page.” Chrono felt content with this way of living, but he was fine with what the White Rabbit wanted so he could be happy.

White Rabbit decided to create a book titled “Wonderland.” Whatever he writes in the book, it would come to life in the white void. He created a world called Wonderland, a paradise where anything could happen. With Wonderland came the concept of Time, which took the form of a baby girl. White Rabbit and Chrono decided to raise Time together as their child. More specifically, Chrono was the dad, while White Rabbit was more like an uncle figure to Time. In return, White Rabbit created the Queen of Hearts to create some semblance of order for Chrono. Eventually, other residence were born in Wonderland due to the world’s influence, including a cat who smiles a lot, twins made from shadows and light, and a dormouse who liked to sleep a lot. Their names are Chesire, Shadow, Light, and Round respectively. 

However, as the pages of the book became worn out over time, it created rifts, or rabbit holes, that led to other worlds. White Rabbit went to these worlds to close the rabbit holes so nothing will go through Wonderland, all the while making sure he’s 10 minutes early to Chrono’s tea party. What the White Rabbit didn’t know was that a little girl named Alice Liddell from the human world had followed him before he could close the last rabbit hole. Due to Alice now being trapped in Wonderland, White Rabbit felt it was his rsponsibility to look after Alice for the time being. White Rabbit looked after Alice like a doting father, while Chrono acted more like a fun uncle. Alice and Time grew up together like sisters, inseperable in spite of Alice’s cheeful and upbeat personality to Time’s more reserved and calm behavior. 

Over time, Chrono began to resent Alice due to her growing up rather selfish. This was due to White Rabbit spoiling her and giving her whatever she wanted to make her happy. He also felt like Alice took White Rabbit’s time away from Chrono and Time, as the two friends started to drift apart. Chrono complained about this to Time and a sleeping Round after his tea parties, beleiveing that if Alice hadn’t fallen down the rabbit hole, then White Rabbit wouldn’t have been so preocupied. But then…Chrono had an idea…an awful idea…Chrono had a wonderful, AWFUL idea…He was going to kill Alice…This resulted in a chase sequence as White Rabbit tried to protect Alice from the mad Chrono.

White Rabbit decided to use his powers to create a pocket demension for Alice and himself to hide in. This world was called “The Looking Glass World” due to it looking like the human world Alice resided in, and it had humanoid clones of all the Wonderland residnece, aside from Chrono. The only one able to enter in and out of this world was Chesire Cat, who took the form of a stray cat that visited Alice whenever he entered the Looking Glass World. White Rabbit took Alice’s memories as an attempt to keep her safe, as he dons the name “Henry Liddell” and pretends to be her father. Due to using a lot of powers to make the dimention, White Rabbit’s fur turns black, making him the “Black Rabbit” instead. Meanwhile, Chrono took Black Rabbit’s book during the chase, which caused him to gain the abilities to create Wondeland in his own image. However, he descovers the Black Rabbit placed a “bookmark” of sorts to prevent Chrono from using it. This “bookmark” was Elizabeth, a talking plant that resides in the Queen of Hearts’ garden. What the Black Rabbit didn’t know was that this would cause Wonderland to be stuck in a time loop due to the book being stuck in place. Chrono uses this to his advantage, where while he can’t use the book itself, he can use Time to change the events that happen in each repeating day. He kills the Queen of Hearts without anyone’s knowledge except Time, and pretends to be her via the book’s magic. The residents notice how the once nice Queen of Hearts became a tyranical dictator, forcing everyone to go by her rules, or else, they’ll be off with their heads. Chrono as the Queen of Hearts killed anyone who apposed his rule, using Time to make their and the real Queen of Hearts’ deaths permanent. Chrono is also able to enter the Looking Glass World, pretending to be a doctor at Alice’s school without Black Rabbit’s knowledge.

A few months pass by in the Looking Glass World, where after Alice’s 16th bithday, Black Rabbit was going to tell Alice everything and return her back to her world. However, at midnight, a gaint rabbit hole caused by Chrono destroys the Looking Glass World and forces Alice and Black Rabbit to return to Wonderland. Alice slowly regains this information as she meets her friends again, trying to find the Black Rabbit in the process. After her journey of trying to be a better person and friend than the one she was before losing her memories, she finds Black Rabbit hiding in the remains of the Looking Glass World. He explains everything to her and apologizes for not being a better parental figure and erasing her memories. Alice also apologizes for causing Black Rabbit and Chrono’s relationship to break, but he assures Alice that it’s between them and none of that was her fault. 

In the finale, they return to Wonderland to defeat Chrono with the help of the other residence. Elizabeth decides to sacrifice themselves for the sake of Wonderland and ends up in the Looking Glass World, releasing the seal from the book and causing an end to the time loop. Black Rabbit gets his book back and Time takes her revenge on Chrono by rapidly increasing his time, with him dying of old age Mother Gothel style. Black Rabbit decides to let everyone use the book to loosen the world of Wonderland, while keeping some rules in place, like no murdering people for example. In the epilogue, an adult Alice desides to return to her own world after the book ran out of room and Black Rabbit dies. She says goodbye to all of her friends and family before leaving, and they allow her to take the book with her so she will always be reminded of Wonderland. In Wonderland, an adult Time oversees the world to make sure things are going smoothly. In the real world, Alice discovers that Elizabeth is now human and the Black Rabbit, before his death, combined the Looking Glass World and the human world into one. Alice and Elizabeth live together in a cottage, as they take care of a calico rabbit, cat, and mouse. Alice and Elizabeth ocassionally visit Wonderland when they want to. Alice creates her own book series based on her adventures in Wonderland and becomes a famous novellest, using the pseudonym “Louis Carroll.” Elizabeth is a famous fasion model and broadway actor and director, adaptaing some of Alice’s novels into movies. 

Part two will contain character information and their involvement in the story, as well as some ideas for gamepley. 

[crypticpawpoems]

Juliet

Wherefore art thou

My prince of the night?

Dost the everlasting bloodshed

Fill thee with fright?

Why doth the nightingales sing while our kin war?

Has thine courage left thee, or will thou return for more?

I await thee, fair specter image, confused and forlorn

For mine father doth gaze upon thee with scorn

Come then, deliver me from this evil place!

I long to lay mine eyes upon thy angelic face

Far away, we shall flee! To do so, I am much inclined

The souls of star-crossed love shall connect, thine and mine forever

Intertwined

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