#blood dupre

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Another Special Report

A sort of follow-up to this post. For those who don't already know...

I.

Love.

Mad.

Hatters.

Happy Alice in Wonderland Day, everybody! ;)

[banderskrad]

Newest bloodxalice art+the drawing I did for hnkna gift exchange

[wildflower-otome]

Clover no Kuni no Alice ~Promise Red~ - Epilogue

[j-fashion-wearer-otd]

Today's J-fashion wearer is Blood Dupre from Heart no Kuni no Alice! He wears aristocrat!

[soraofflitter]

💘 More Fanmerch Madness - IkeVamp Sanrio Instax/Chekis💘

Thanks to @stellaepluviae bringing up this fabulous idea, I dug out my Instax Share 2 printer and went to town.

The wet Arthur one (^_-) with the water bubbles was actually the first one I printed and a happy accident! But it’s my favorite and instantly got attached to my current daily purse!

Not sure who else to to print for the last five exposures, maybe Victor or Elbie from IkeVil 🖤

Blood Dupre & Elliot March were kind of a test print, but also like Blood was the biggest otome crush of my teens and still will not let my heart go ♥️

Villains amirite 😉

[half-as-big-as-life]

Blood my scrunkle

[caffedrine]

Translation - Heart no Kuni no Alice - The Scent of Roses - Prologue

Summary as copied from Wonderful Wonder World wiki: On a bright Sunday afternoon, a rabbit in clothes appears in front of a sleeping Alice. Did you mean "Alice in Wonderland"? On the contrary, the rabbit transforms into a handsome man! Suddenly Alice gets swept into the man's arms and they jump down into a hole that leads them to the Country of Hearts. Even though there's a fairy tale atmosphere, Wonderland is an incredible and dangerous world. How can Alice return to her world?

Author: Quinrose and Uozumi Yukiko

ISBN: 978-4042865142

“Want to play a game, young lady?”

Saying this, he pulled a handgun from the drawer of the desk. It was a silver revolver adorned with a beautiful rose-patterned relief.

“Is this real?”

It was something that went without saying, but she couldn’t help but confirm it. After all, why was he suddenly pulling out a gun, Alice wondered. The man who had just been whispering sweet nothings in her ear. The same hand that had lovingly stroked Alice’s cheek.

“It’s a very fun game. At least you won’t be bored.”

With practiced ease, he swung out the cylinder and loaded a single bullet. After a satisfying click as he spun the cylinder, he turned his deep azure gaze toward Alice.

“The rules are simple. One by one, we’ll press the muzzle of this gun against our own temple and pull the trigger.”

The cylinder continued to spin relentlessly. It was just like roulette.

“There’s nothing difficult about it. If the bullet penetrates your temple, that’s game over. The one who survives wins.”

“Hey, wait a minute…”

“If I win, you’ll be mine.”

Interrupting Alice’s words, he continued.

He wore a refined smile, but there was a terrifying intensity in his eyes that sent chills down her spine. He didn’t threaten Alice, nor did he try to subdue her with power, yet sometimes just one glance from him could immobilize her.

A bead of sweat trickled down the nape of her neck. He was serious. He was willing to throw away his life just to avoid boredom.

“That’s in poor taste.”

To conceal her agitation, Alice deliberately intensified her tone.

“It’s a game as in poor taste as your hat. Because according to these rules, the moment you win, I’ll be dead, right? If that happens, I won’t belong to you at all.”

“You could just forfeit the game. Then, it would automatically mean I win. There’s no need for you to die needlessly.”

What an arrogant person. It seemed he had never even considered the possibility of losing. Alice, who was competitive by nature, glared fiercely at the man wearing the tasteless hat.

She wanted to see that self-assured expression twist in fear. She wanted to witness with her own eyes the color of terror rising on his handsome face.

“If I win, I’ll make you kneel.” With a smile of victory already forming, Alice continued. “Miss Alice, please forgive me for my rudeness . From now on, I will become your servant. I won’t complain about your likes or dislikes anymore; I’ll eat even the carrots I hate and say it while kneeling!”

“I don’t mind becoming your servant, but I’d appreciate it if you could spare me the carrots.” He laughed, playfully twirling the gun between his fingers.

"You really are a woman without desires. If you want to make me kneel, you could just say so. If that’s all it takes for you to become mine, it would be an easy task."

"Don't treat people like objects."

"How rude... By the way, who goes first? You?"

He gripped the barrel, aiming the grip at Alice.

Her blue ribbon and long chestnut-colored hair reflected in the beautiful curve of the cylinder. It was troubling to suddenly be handed something so dangerous. After all, she had lived her life until now in a world far removed from firearms.

"Or we could flip a coin to decide."

"Oh, you can go first."

“I see. I believe in ladies first, but I guess it’s fine.”

He removed his hat and placed it on the table. It was a large silk top hat adorned with several big red roses, like something a magician would wear. While Alice thought about how peculiar it looked, he aimed the muzzle at his own temple with a blank expression.

“Wait!”

Without the slightest hesitation, he pulled the trigger.

There was a dry metallic sound—twice.

Alice gasped and eventually leaned weakly against the armrest of the sofa. It was her first experience of going weak at the knees.

"What are you shooting at? And you shot twice..."

She said with a trembling voice. He had pulled the trigger in succession without any declaration directed at himself.

"Oh, I’m sorry. I got a bit carried away."

Was it really a matter of getting 'carried away'? More importantly, who told him to actually shoot?

Suddenly, she felt incredibly scared. A man who could gamble his life without a flicker of an eyebrow. His finger pulled the trigger without a moment's hesitation. Alice's petty bluffs and pride shattered to pieces under the sound of the hammer falling.

"Now, it’s your turn."

He placed the gun on the table. The barrel glimmered under the lamp’s light. It was an elegant piece, one that hardly seemed made for killing.

It was frightening.

But she couldn’t pull back now.

Gathering the shattered pieces of her pride, Alice slowly picked up the gun. The cool touch of the silver was heavier than she had imagined.

Taking a deep breath, she pressed the muzzle to her temple. She placed her index finger on the trigger, but it trembled and she couldn't steady it. Her heart raced like a drum, and her breath became ragged.

There was a one in four chance that the bullet would penetrate her skull, splattering brain matter across the red velvet sofa. With just a little more pull of her index finger, the world could come to an end.

—But which world?

This world? My dream?

"I'll tell you an interesting story."

He crossed his legs and cast a languid gaze at Alice.

"There was a man who challenged me to this same game before. His head blew off, if I recall correctly, on the third shot."

Alice forced a strained smile. She hated jokes that weren’t funny.

"I used that gun, Alice."

...What a terrible man. How awful.

However, that grotesque joke was more than enough to disturb Alice. The man who claimed to be the leader of a bloody organization seemed to have no trouble making a young girl panic.

It was frustrating. It was pitiful that she was clinging to the unyielding trigger. Peering into the dark abyss of death, it felt ridiculous to be standing still like this.

"Are you scared?"

"I'm scared, okay? Is that a problem?"

She knew he could see right through her. So, she figured she had no choice but to boldly admit it. She was terrified, trembling uncontrollably since earlier.

"I see."

With a surprised look on his face, he leaned forward. Then, gently, he took the gun from Alice's hands.

"Then I'll shoot instead."

"Huh?"

Before she could throw out her question, he pressed the muzzle against his own temple and pulled the trigger again.

This time, the metallic sound echoed three times in Alice's eardrums.

It was definitely three times.

"...................The sixth shot. I’ve been lucky."

After saying this in a monotone voice, he tossed the gun onto the sofa and reached for the steaming teacup, narrowing his eyes in delight.

"These tea leaves are truly the best. It has the fragrance of flowers picked in the morning."

"Are you, are you crazy? What are you thinking?!"

Alice yelled at the man who casually expressed his thoughts about the tea as if nothing had happened.

What incredible luck he had. Relief and fear alternated within her. Eventually, those emotions turned into a heat that felt like anger and dominated Alice.

This man was not enjoying a desperate life-or-death game.

From the very beginning, he didn’t care about losing his life. For him, his life was lighter than the chiffon cake sitting in front of him.

"Aren't you afraid of dying?"

She asked with a feeling akin to prayer. If he died right in front of her now… He was selfish, whimsical, and forceful, but she thought she would at least feel sad. She believed that she had deepened their relationship enough to hurt in her chest and weep.

"I’m not afraid. I’m expendable, after all."

There was no hint of pessimism in his words. He stated it as an entirely reasonable fact.

Alice sighed and looked down. She had no intention of preaching the value of life to someone who had lived with death at his side. They were not only different in values but also lived in entirely different worlds. It was absurd to think they could understand each other.

And yet, why did she feel so helpless? Was it precisely because she knew they couldn’t spend the same time together that it felt so frustrating?

"But, Alice, there’s no one who can replace you."

He had somehow sat next to Alice and drew her close to him. Despite his slender appearance, his arms were strong. He lifted her chin with his fingers, and Alice looked straight at him.

"Who won the game?"

"...you."

"Then as promised, you are mine."

—This man is crazy.

Whether she wanted to escape from the man who looked just like her former lover or wanted to stay, Alice didn’t know. All she could do was close her eyes and wait for those whimsical lips to come closer. She tightly gripped the small vial in her pocket.

"This is a dream," someone whispered from afar.

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[malewifemammon]

idk if my giftee is on tumblr and i'm still waiting for the discord friend request to be accepted but here's my piece for the hnkna 2023 valentine's gift exchange! the prompt was elliot/blood and maybe alice silly fluff!

my idea was that blood and alice were cuddling and then elliot did the thing bunnies do when they're happy and flopped on them ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎

[lauraagrace]

Saw someone share about Alice in the Country of Hearts yesterday, and thought I would share my favorite spin-off of my favorite character: Elliot March

Mafia with a heart of gold and sweet spot for the FL, but isn't afraid to get his hands "dirty"?

SIGN ME UP!! 🤩🤩🤩🥰🥰🥰

Original Series YouTube Video Review: https://youtu.be/TDiGKD4pDiA

[theshadowrealmitself]

This has sent me back down the rabbit hole that’s hnkna and I’m just now finding out, in 2023, something like a decade after I first got into it, that apparently they butchered Blood’s character in hnkna and every other version of this thing has a different version of him

I couldn’t find out for the life of me why he was such a fandom favorite!! I fucking hated this guy!!! Man at least now I know there’s a reason for it and it’s not just that y’all,, have terrible taste,,

So for anyone else who’s seen hnkna and the others, what’s different? I mean, obviously he’s not as much as a creep in the other versions, right?

[midnightlee25]

Random Yandere Headcanons: Having a darling that fights them at every turn

This is set after they take their darling and their darling isn't too happy about their ‘new home’ always trying to hurt the yandere any time they come close. (hitting, kicking, cursing etc.)

Peter White:  

It does hurt but he deals with it believing that one day they will love him. 

He takes whatever they dash at him whether it be words or items that were thrown at them. 

He still stays very sweet with them to try to show he means no real harm. 

He really hangs on to that ‘one day’ they will love him which could make things worse than what he means. 

Blood Dupre:  

He sees their ‘tantrums’ as he likes to put it as making things more fun…. Depending on the day. 

Sure, he would like a sweet darling but one that still has some fight in them does something that makes things different. 

Every day is different since he never knows what they will do or say next. 

However, there are some days when he won't tolerate their “moods”. When those days happen, it's going to be miserable for everyone.   

Vivaldi:  

She would much prefer a sweeter darling and not one that was so….” sour”. 

Yes, she does still love them but will not put up with their words or actions meaning that there is a high chance of many harsh punishments.  

However, after every punishment or a few hours after she will cuddle up to them.  

It's a very messy time when it comes to her having this type of darling. 

[banderskrad]

[wildflower-otome]

Spade no Kuni no Alice | Blood Dupre Route CG's

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