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My name is Alice Liddell. I'm the outsider kidnapped by Peter White. Now I'm stuck in this wonderland of trigger happy men that seem to be weirdly in love with me
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Noiz’s fighting style is best described as “gtfo im busy”

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following for my muse to respond to...
♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes
♕: Holding hands
♖: Having their hair washed by your muse
♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.
♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort
♙: Sharing a bed
♚: Head scratches
♛: Sharing a dessert
♜: Shoulder rubs
♝: Reading a book together
♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)
♟: Patching up a wound
♤: Taking a bath together
♧: Your muse playing with their hair
♡: Accidentally falling asleep together
♢: Forehead or cheek kisses
♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.
♣: Back scratches
♥: Your muse crying about something
♦: Slow dancing

True friendship is being able to play DRAMAtical Murder together

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Nightmare tried to move restlessly in the tiny hospital bed, but it felt impossible. He couldn’t feel half of his body, and what half he could feel hurt.

"I want to go home…" he mumbled unhappily, rolling his head to one side. He returned to looking at the ceiling when the sight of all the tubes coming out of his arm threatened to make him sick. He sniffled, a tear of mixed frustration and fear threatening to fall. He shouldn’t cry. He was too old to cry now. He closed his eye instead, raising the hand not attached to hospital machinery to press his palm against his eyelid.

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"Nightmare…?" peeking in from outside the door, the outsider offered a small wave as she strolled through, a small basket in her hand. It was partially her fault he had gotten here— and she knew well enough how much he hated being in a hospital. Of course she should feel guilt just by looking at the frustration on his face. "How are you feeling…?"

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The Dream Demon lifted his hand to give her a sour glower. “Like I’ve been poked with a bunch of needles and stuffed full of chemicals.” he grumbled, turning his attention irritably back to the ceiling. “Why did you have to help him?” he groaned as an afterthought, tugging on his arm attached to the iv. He winced when it hurt and stopped abruptly, closing his mouth tight at the same time to keep from whimpering unhappily. 

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"You know I had to, Nightmare… It’s for your own benefit. Don’t you want to get better?" she asked, taking a seat at the foot of the bed, before placing the basket at the edge of the bed. "I brought you some sweets… I know you like that mont blanc from that café in town"

"Not if it means i have to endure this…" he muttered in return, but brightened at the mention of sweets. "You did?" he asked, sounding only slightly repentant for his irritation with her having helped Gray put him in here. "…Can I have some?"

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"Of course, that’s why I brought it~" she smiled. "It’s a reward and a get well package in one. Here—" removing a plastic box from the small basket, she lifted the lid to show a number of cakes and pastries. "I’ll let you take first pick~"

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Nightmare tried to move restlessly in the tiny hospital bed, but it felt impossible. He couldn’t feel half of his body, and what half he could feel hurt.

"I want to go home…" he mumbled unhappily, rolling his head to one side. He returned to looking at the ceiling when the sight of all the tubes coming out of his arm threatened to make him sick. He sniffled, a tear of mixed frustration and fear threatening to fall. He shouldn’t cry. He was too old to cry now. He closed his eye instead, raising the hand not attached to hospital machinery to press his palm against his eyelid.

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"Nightmare…?" peeking in from outside the door, the outsider offered a small wave as she strolled through, a small basket in her hand. It was partially her fault he had gotten here— and she knew well enough how much he hated being in a hospital. Of course she should feel guilt just by looking at the frustration on his face. "How are you feeling…?"

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The Dream Demon lifted his hand to give her a sour glower. “Like I’ve been poked with a bunch of needles and stuffed full of chemicals.” he grumbled, turning his attention irritably back to the ceiling. “Why did you have to help him?” he groaned as an afterthought, tugging on his arm attached to the iv. He winced when it hurt and stopped abruptly, closing his mouth tight at the same time to keep from whimpering unhappily. 

"You know I had to, Nightmare… It’s for your own benefit. Don’t you want to get better?" she asked, taking a seat at the foot of the bed, before placing the basket at the edge of the bed. "I brought you some sweets… I know you like that mont blanc from that café in town"

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✿ !!

20. Underwater Kiss

Being pushed against the castles fountain, the outsider instinctively wrapped her arms about the knight to keep herself from falling in— but the more he leaned in, the more she felt herself slipping. Even as he hungrily peppered kisses against her exposed skin, she soon felt the supporting edge of the fountain slip out from under her, as she dragged them both into the fountain. There was a short yelp and a splash as she attempted to not bump her head at the bottom, only resulting in her lips accidentally crashing into his. She froze a moment, but soon struggled to sit up for air.

(( *dies* I’m sorry I suck orz ))

My babiesss fhdkhfkaa
Gonna take a break and get lunch orz

My babiesss fhdkhfkaa

Gonna take a break and get lunch orz

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