#dearlittlealice

[absolemcaterpillar]

dearlittlealice replied to your post:Skin

(oh SURE but u came at me for saying those poems wrong (ง︡’-‘︠)ง FIGHT ME U FUZZY BUG)

{POETRY IS THE ONLY ACCEPTATION!  Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ }

[cptstevengrantrogers]

dearlittlealice

         Hope your dad stopped spying for HYDRA.

[themostunlikelycreature-blog]

dearlittlealice started following you

"Do you like scones, miss? My nephew's quite fond of them, you see, and I do have a few extra..."

[filiyellowbeard-blog]

dearlittlealice replied to your post:

I WANT A 500 WORD RESPONSE /MINIMUM/ ON MY DASH IN THE NEXT HOUR

/gets an F /gets internet taken away /becomes homeless

[malfaerie]

DEARLITTLEALICE

                    --This is Aurora, isn't it?  She would have                     called for her by now... so impertinently...

Maleficent sees her, frolicking so happily and carelessly, so very painfully naive of the world around her.  The faerie is about to call out to her, to call out to Aurora when she catches herself all too quickly.  She was about to call the girl by her name--

                                        By Aurora--

                                                                No, she is always Beastie to her, isn't she?  Always a beast. Ever ugly and foolish and disgusting.  A worm at her heel, a problem that would soon enough be eradicated, the prized piece in her revenge--

          ❝ You're always smiling.           Don't you ever get tired of it? ❞

[ironheadwithane]

dearlittlealice started following you

Eddie looks around, scrambled.

"Hey! Whose kid is this?

Like, seriously has anyone forgotten their kid or what?"

He wasn't very good with kids.

[xiamthedanger-blog]

"So....uh," An awkward nod, "How do you feel about Froot Loops? Great stuff, Froot Loops."

[nedandthepiehole-blog]

dearlittlealice

         Hmm... Uh, hey there, um, miss? Did you want a slice of pie?

[ideserveanoscar-archive]

Accent!

Four.

[fangedfirecracker]

dearlittlealice replied to your post: Spoopy Munday. Preparing my Halloween ...

that mask is BEAUTIFUL the dream aesthetic tbh

thanks! it’s a skull. got it at Target for $20, actually metal too.

[yaulecundu-blog]

oz-lion liked your post:hello my name is phoebe and i play a fucking idiot...

book of lost tales says tevildo lies a lot but honestly he spends a lot of time lying to himself

dearlittlealice replied to your post:hello my name is phoebe and i play a fucking idiot...

the fact alice got him to agree to the most cliche cat name is a victory in itself

i'm letting out these sobbing little laughs like his normal name is approximately "his hatred" or something like that and yet he's accepted fucking whiskers as his name

[inmyyouthicourtedwar]

              [ Rubs nose and kisses her cheek quickly ] I hope your holiday was lovely as e'er, little one.

[taurieloftheforest]

dearlittlealice replied to your post

Smiles!

Yes! A thing very often overlooked.

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dearlittlealice replied to your audio post

does that make bard john smith

recasting bard rn

[letnotthyheartbeheavy-archive]

[All is still and silent as the raven-haired goddess descended upon the mortal realm--all except for demanding hunger from the very core and pit of her soul.  It rages, it thrashes--it wants more, more, more.  And the more the spell ensnares her, and the more Sif struggles, the more the thirst wins out and she must claim battle after battle with a desire that cannot be quenched nor contained.  The warrior-woman knows she should be anywhere else but here while she still has the sanity to venture elsewhere, but she cannot help herself.  In the darkness of her struggles, she can hear a voice calling out for her.  It is not Thor's voice, no; the voice is light, petite, and dainty, familiarity washing over her.  She knows who the voice belongs to and all at once Sif finds herself here, here in the middle of the snowy woods, so close to the place she had once called home and the people who she held dear.]

[Because she is waiting for her.  Because she is wishing for her return.  And in her selfishness, the Lady Sif had abandoned her unwittingly.]

[Alice.  Dear, sweet, darling Alice.  There are very few things that tie the goddess o war to humanity, mortality, and the mortal realm.  Alice is one of them. Though she had not known the human girl for thousands of years as she had those of her kin, there is something about the girl that Sif has always felt... intertwined with.  Perhaps, it is because of their mutual connection to Thor, or perhaps it is because the girl had grown to become a close friend, a daughter figure, and an important person to her, but in any case, the girl was irreplaceable as ever she would be.  She was afraid of losing her just as much as she feared disappointing her.  And in the short time that the goddess could spare, Sif had to explain herself and then make her escape.  She had to.  She needed to rid herself of the spell before the shield maiden loses herself entirely.  And before she says or does anything that she would regret.]

Alice...  Alice...  [Falling to her knees, snowflakes begin to melt against her hair.]  Find me.  Quickly.  I...  I...

... I am running out of time.