#lured into wonderland

[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?＂

[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."

[mannequinentity]

@lured-into-wonderland |x|

"A good friend handling someone like him is a special one indeed, I'm sure you're doing well in keeping him company." A gentle tone as well to accompany his friendly welcoming exterior. "But I can assure you, he is doing splendidly well at this current moment."

Adjusted tie before realizing his rudeness "Oh yes and pardon me, my name is Jiri, a friend of his I need to remind." He lifts her hand to kiss it. "When we first met, Manny was a wild gentleman, drinking at pubs and sleeping in the sidewalks. Someone needed to take care of him."

"You seem troubled, has Manny caused any complications in your day-to-day life? He's not good with people, the last time I remembered."

Whoever this stranger was, he'd known him for a long time. The relationship remains unknown. He could be truthful or lying, but his eyes never left hers. His whole entire demeanor suggests confidence and openness.

[bclasaeg]

@lured-into-wonderland requested:

✏️; she is curious

" i want to be free. "

[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

[cantuscorvi]

what do you consider your strengths as a writer? // could you introduce us to your oldest oc?

@lured-into-wonderland // questions for writers

Honestly I am bad at self reflection when it comes to my own writing. I am a perfectionist, I just try to get it out there without hating it, and it can be a painful process sometimes. When I do think it's working, usually it's to do with how I translate a scene I imagine in my head. I think I can do a good job at leading the 'eye' of the reader where I want it to go, a bit like a camera for a movie. Or at least that's my goal!

As for my oldest OC. Ta-da! You're looking at him. Before I wrote Raum I played in a couple of those rp circles where they hand you a character in a story to play with, and after that, I wrote couple of canons! It's been ten years with Raum now since then. My little old man.

[suizokukans]

@lured-into-wonderland continued from [x]

"Ah, t-thank goodness.." The blonde lets out a small sigh of relief, glad she hadn't bothered the wrong person. It would have been embarrassing for herself and the staff member if that were the case. "It's um.. n.. nice to meet you. My name is um.. it's Solara by the.. the way." The more she talks, it's clear that she seems to be speaking with a natural stutter, and her shyness quickly starts to disappear.

"I see... I g-guess I ended um.. up.. h-here earlier t-than usual... I w-wanted to surprise h-him, you see.." It had been several months since she'd ended up in the same city as Luzio, and even if he knew she was coming (eventually), the mermaid had wanted to surprise him by arriving early, but then again, he was a very busy person and hard to pin down at the best of times. "Oh.. th..thank you for the reassurance...! I suppose t-the best thing to um.. do is w-wait around for him to r-return then?"

Her eyes light up at the idea of going to the café, smiling as she nods, hands already moving to the sides of her chair to move it. "That s-sounds wonderful! If.. if you c-can keep me company, I'll r-really appre.. appreciate it!"

[attroxx]

closed starter. | @lured-into-wonderland

❛ you need some help ? ❜ he reaches out his hand to the girl, grinning from ear to ear. she seems lost and well, he can't just let a pretty girl just roam the streets lost.

[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?"

[tunichtgxt-archive]

@lured-into-wonderland•*⁀➷ sitting in someone's lap prompts | available

╰┈➤ ❝ [  [ CARRY ]: sender, having been carried by the receiver for other reasons, winds up sitting in their lap once they sit down ]  ❞

"i told you that you didn't need to come down to the very first row." this tournament was not kaito's forte, certainly not, but he made it into the semi finals. only two more wins and he'd carry the success back home. him, not his brother and certainly not his dad, who had been sitting next to nunnally until she decided to run to the first row. he guessed it was to catch better sight of the tournament, but kaito did not expect her to fall from the small wall, keeping the viewers away from the field.

he only meant to give her a flower; since she was his fiancee, giving it to anyone else was out of the question, even though his brother still seemed to fight for the princess' favor. marrying straight into crown royalty was certainly his goal. kaito had been given away mostly for financial reasons even if his father told him nunnally was the finest match made in heaven.

"i could have also have you maid hand it to you, but no, instead you fall down from the wall and right into my arms." she seemed to be celebrating his win, hence kaito could not find it in him to really complain. she was being way too cute to actually be mad at her, even though he demeanor hardly gave away that he was indeed not bothered by such actions.

sitting down on the bench next to the field, he let nunnally sink onto his lap. "it's my brother's turn. you should cheer for him. he's awfully fond of you." having been childhood friends and all, kaito understood those affections very well, but this was going to be his wife while his brother could still see her as a very dear friend.

"i doubt he'll win against the princess' brother though." wrapping one arm around nunnally, to hold her close, kaito leaned forward to check his spear. he wasn't a bad fighter, nor warrior, he was good at horse riding, but never in his life did he win against his brother. stepping out of his brother's shadow was just impossible.

[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!”

[royaletiquette]

@lured-into-wonderland | continued

A quick beat of surprise came over him at the question, but it washed away as swiftly when she laughed it off. Even still, Hibiya clarified, "No, I don't mean to say that at all." Her joy was infectious, relaxing his fears over the possible thoughts of judgment. If she was mad, hopefully this ease at least meant she wasn't furious.

Boyish embarrassment was covered up by a drunken flush already tinting his cheeks as she fixed his hair, caressed his face. It was a kind of affection that could easily pull whatever she wanted out of him. "I apologize for that," - for not complimenting her sooner - "I'm not always the best with my words," Hibiya admitted with an airy chuckle, an equally as gentle tug at his lips forming. "I hope you don't take it personally."

He watched Nunnally get comfortable, bells beginning to try and alarm in his head that it was all a ruse. She seemed so happy, like this was planned to happen after dinner. But . . . why? He very clearly messed up. Instead of explaining, he tried to hide this moment of weakness from her and knew a bottle would at least calm his thoughts. He knew Nunnally wanted someone easy to talk to, a husband who would give her whatever she wanted, not a young man found intoxicated on a couch after some news he didn't want to hear. And yet she still cuddled up to him.

Hibiya's arm wrapped around her, indulging in the closeness, though it clearly did not come as naturally to him as they both may have hoped. He was stiff, his arm not quite resting, nor pulling her in as it should have. She faced him, those big blue eyes and it made him want to melt. The question was almost ignored since Hibiya had hardly been reading the book he held in the first place. How he hated that nickname, and how cute it sounded coming from Nunnally.

"Sure." But he didn't. He instead watched the woman he didn't deserve, who equally as desperately wanted him to be perfect. Hibiya instead brought his free hand to guide her towards a kiss. In an attempt to address the elephant in the room, he hesitantly apologized. "I'm sorry I'm drunk." Though the aftermath wasn't what he should have apologized for. Yet he thought it enough to give Nunnally permission if she felt like she needed it to criticize Hibiya. He deserved it, and would rather hear it now than risk it boiling over in front of others.

[swevene]

⚓ Are there any small details you tend to like in roleplays? // ⛵ What genres do you like writing the most?

casually sweet munday meme | @lured-into-wonderland

⚓ Are there any small details you tend to like in roleplays?

hmm i love learning about characters! like their thoughts on things. how they feel about something, a situation, or something. that the other character has no idea!

⛵ What genres do you like writing the most?

i love romance and adventure type of genres i think! or the ones i tend to associate my characters with. i also love like friendship/found family connections too. wholesome and silly too!

[kisumitenderly]

15: Are there any kinks your muse would like to try but hasn’t yet? Is there a reason they haven’t? for Kisumi

👀 welllll… let’s just say that Kisumi wouldn’t mind receiving multiple partners. He’s a very good host. The reason he hasn’t? He has a hard time even getting one partner interested in him 🤣

[cantuscorvi]

20: Is your muse good at picking up on others’ flirtation/sexual advances or are they oblivious?

20 Questions // @lured-into-wonderland

He’s fairly decent at picking up on it, especially if someone is actually making moves. I���d say he finds it hard to miss. Raum isn’t the kind of person to let others close to him in certain ways without approval, and how he views interactions is quite compartmentalized — he usually won’t mistake a flirty touch for something friendly, or vice versa, because there are clear boundaries for those in his mind.

I’d say the exception to this comes when dealing with someone who is unsure or timid about what they want. If someone gives him washy-washy signals, he will keep them at a certain distance until things become clear to him, regardless of how they might feel.

If someone is too shy to show or admit their attraction, then he will likely a) not notice their problem at all, or b) if it’s a bit more obvious, pretend not to notice and keep them at distance, like the wishy washy signal giver, torture them a bit until they can either give up (weak!) or pluck up their courage (fun!).

[suizokukans]

@lured-into-wonderland liked for a starter!

"I don't know who coined the term 'secret garage', but it's definitely an interesting one." Not that he looks too thrilled about finding out about that piece of news.

Sitting back in his chair, he thinks for a moment on how to address the question. "But it is true, I do have another garage, in fact, I have several. The only secret thing is probably their location if anything, mostly since I don't want strangers going near my stuff."