#lured into wonderland

[kisumitenderly]

"I could use some honest confession..." - she is waiting.

"About what?!" You're still going to be waiting

[cantuscorvi]

(😈) Worst thing you’ve ever done to your muse? & (📷) Favorite picture/screencap of your muse?

Yapping about the muse. // @lured-into-wonderland

😈Worst thing you’ve ever done to your muse? 

That's tough!! In terms of threads/asks, he has been stabbed, strangled, kidnapped, tortured, arrested, buried alive -- Although I don't think he ever quite gets what he deserves tbh LMAO

The worst thing I personally have done to him, probably the background I chose for his fantasy verse. Sent to war, betrayed, family killed, himself murdered, but brought back as undead by curse! Ironically, the most moral of his versions is the one suffering the most. oops

📷 Favorite picture/screencap of your muse?

My favourite pictures I have of Raum are all commissions! But I especially love this set. And this one in particular 🤭

[post-mortem-lullabies]

@lured-into-wonderland continued from [here]

She had struck gold, hadn't she?

Emil couldn't help but grin, never stopping the humming. Setting aside the vast majority of people who would have rejected her silly request to dance, Emil hoped for a simple box step at most. Yet this woman - Nunnally - was a skillful dancer.

After a spin, Emil pulled away just briefly enough to bow and press her lips against Nunnally's knuckles. Stepping back into the stance, she lead them away from onlookers.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, miss Nunnally. I'm Emil and it's partly the reason." She spun the slightly shorter woman, her dress billowing out in this wonderful and expected way, before continuing. "I would have asked one by one till someone agreed, or I was kicked out, but I figured someone bold enough to dress differently, would be also brave enough to join me."

Emil didn't like the 'out of place' phrase. It felt like your fault for failing to fit in, while it was the place's fault for not embracing the whimsy.

[viciousbite]

@lured-into-wonderland continued from xXx

Why was this organic here in the first place? Not many came here, especially not the talkative ones. And this one didn't run away screaming. Was she in shock? Golden optics shifted downwards, observing her small body. She must have come all the way up here, all by herself. Interesting.

His scaled body gave small movements, the black and golden plates rattled to shake left over dirt from his frame. So dirty, he needed a wash later. A wash, that had to wait. The organic spoke, a curious little squishy. Something must be wrong with her processors or whatever these ones had under that messy strands of organic matter.

"Oh, I see you very well." He spoke, answering her second question by simply speaking. "All of you." Unlike her, his whole scaled body would be hard to fit into an organics view unless he curled up.

A rumbling hiss came out of his vocals, maws closed together. His main fangs still noticeable due to how they poked out from his mouth. Now, why was she so calm was the question? He lowered his head, slowly, each scale plate silently clicked along the movement. His lower jaw placed right beside her. Large golden optic close and personal to her.

"Now, the question is, are you gonna speed down that hill and tell the rest of your organic group on what you saw? Or are you gonna stay quiet and keep it to yourself?" His tone had a playful tone to it, as if waiting for her to answer yes to the first one. Because that option, would have some entertaining results for him. For her? Life time trauma, if she survived in the first place.

[estarion]

"There it looks better..." - Nunnally fixes his tie. It looks too messy for her liking.

　　　he was in a rush; the gentlest of tugs slowed him down.   ＂—what do you think, nun? tell the truth.＂ there's the accent mirror, but it's useless. her opinion is what matters. ＂should i have gone with the blue instead?＂

[hoovedrycal]

@lured-into-wonderland liked for a smoll starter.

REGULUS  WAS  SITTING  DOWN  IN  A  TAVERN  ,   as  he  was  staring  out  into  the  streets.  He  was  just  admiring  the  village  life.   The  royal  suddenly  felt  someone  tap  him  on  the  shoulder.  Regulus  stood  up  and  did  a  quick  curtsy.  “  Milady.”   he  greets  softly.  The  bar  owner  knows  who  Regulus  is,  a  prince  from  a  neighboring  kingdom.  It  was  the   truth. “  What do I owe this visit from you?”

[falseapostle]

✥ @lured-into-wonderland asked: ✥

✥ "Mr. Abe…" - Nunnally suddenly stops drinking her coffee as the snow starts to fall; a beautiful view through the window - "Look! it's the first snow this winter! Just before Christmas…Let's go!" - she stands up taking his hand with the gentle urge to take him outside - "Let's see if we can catch the falling snow on our hands…or tongues…" - she giggles as she walks out. Without a coat. Without a scarf. Without anything. ✥

♝~✺~♝

Haruto tightened his grip on the hand Nunnally had taken him by, but just as she reached the threshold he pulled her back, spinning her as in a dance and pulling her closer to him, "Not like that you're not. Darling, come now. You need to dress properly for the weather. You might not be an ordinary human, but I'm willing to bet the ice and snow is just as unpleasant without a coat, am I right? We'll go out once you're bundled up."

[bclasaeg]

@lured-into-wonderland requested:

✏️; she is curious

" i want to be free. "

[mannequinentity]

‘ღ’

Attraction Meme

"My only friend, and I wish her more joyous moments to come. Seeing her smile makes the day worth it."

Romantic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

Sexual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

Aesthetic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

Sensual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

[sansloii]

“You look like you're about to jump outta your skin, Songbird.” he laughs a little, looking from the Nunally's face to the steering wheel ahead of her in the driver's seat. “It's a little daunting — I know — but it always is. It certainly was for me too.”

She's asked him once, in the past, if he could teach her to drive. At the present, he couldn't remember if she had added on “like him” to that statement or had left it as is. His better judgement elects to believe that she had wanted to learn the basics of how to drive and that is the thought he would stick with. If she piped up with an additional request… well… he couldn't tell her no — not when she looked up at him with those gentle, but pleading eyes of hers.

However, a half promise ( a “Maybe later” ) is easy enough to say.

“You tell me when you're ready and I'll walk you through slowly, okay?”

Mini-Starter Call | @lured-into-wonderland

[kisumitenderly]

‘ღ’ give me Kisu and Nobu

"Really Nun???"

Romantic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

Sexual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

Aesthetic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

Sensual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

"....oh the princess.."

Romantic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

Sexual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

Aesthetic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

Sensual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

[post-mortem-lullabies]

"Great! A fake date then. I have three questions though. Planned, or spontaneous? Elegant, or casual? Serious, or a bit silly?"

@lured-into-wonderland

[viciousbite]

📐 + 160 cm +Yohana

Height Meme From over a year ago. //NOT accepting. // @lured-into-wonderland

"A beautiful flower for a beautiful lady.~" Totally harmless.

[attroxx]

@lured-into-wonderland liked for a starter.

❛ you look . . . really pretty today. ❜

[estarion]

“Are you following me? Or are you lost and looking for a way out?” – in any way she should be (more) careful. She didn’t know the man. She thought she had seen him before; his face did seem familiar, but that was all she could tell about him. And as long as they were alone in that long and empty corridor, he had an advantage over her.

indeed, he’s been following her—not with ill intent. “you dropped this.” what was left in the young lady’s wake dangles from his finger, ready to be returned. “... no, i am not lost.” the question begs he ask the same, with a mocking sort of eagerness in his lilt and speed: “are you?” before she can make to answer, he retracts his hand, changing his mind about letting her have that undoubtedly precious item back. someone sinister dared him to ‘try being kind’ to the next five people he crossed paths with.  she was number one.  but every harmless step he takes, she’s darting away multiple, gutless more—and this thingy in his grasp might fetch a pretty gold piece elsewhere.   “all right, i’ll be keeping this, then!”

[muraenide]

Plotted starter @lured-into-wonderland

Jade was accustomed to darkness, but he did not ever recall seeing a sky so bleak. A heavy malice persists in the clouds; it's as though he's watching the end of the world unraveling before his very own eyes with nothing to stop it. Laughable. Whoever summoned him to this world clearly did not provide helpful guidelines as to how he may proceed, what little information he'd managed to retrieve from scraps of paper on Jacques' desk had scantly been able to provide him the faintest silhouette of Jacques Sorrentino's life to his imagination, but they have not been very helpful.

The man is a journalist who graduated from university with the highest honours. He'd exceeded his Father's expectations and taken on a mantle to continue his brother's lifework. Jade Leech was none of these things, but the revolver he'd found in the top drawer of Jacques Sorrentino's desk merely suggested that he wasn't quite who he seemed. If anything, Jacques' situation shortly before he transmigrated was shrouded in nothing but uncertainties.

The door behind him opens. His eyelids flutter as he comes to find a young woman, ethereal and strangely beautiful for human standards, observing him from the door. A strong disbelief seizes his chest. His brows angle themselves into a look of absolute surprise. The setup and arrangements of Jacques' study room had not once suggested that he had a wife. But trying as it may, he merely allows himself a minute before the look vanishes from his face. "Can't sleep?" Perhaps it's not the most sensible thing to say to one's wife, "I will come to bed quite soon. I would like to watch the stars for a little while longer. Unless there is something you wish to discuss with me that simply cannot wait?"