#ʚ c. bandersnatch ɞ ⁄ you go down just like holy mary‚ mary on a cross : your beauty never‚ ever scared me.

[wonderloste]

@londonfallen, cont. for reasons lmfao.

they are correct in their assumption he would turn sour from lack of holding their attention, even if only for a moment. and yet a worthy moment it would be, as the mirror they had seconds before touched shifted free from their reflection to display now the only source of true, colorful light in the prior dimly lit crevices of the altar's home. little by little, did the effect spread, like a spark lit by magic : as if running through string, black windows began to fill with soft color. the stained glass reflects on the floor, the walls. this is the theatre to which a sacrilegious horror grants alice his divinity, the very undivided infatuation he so craved. deserve is such a strong word and yet there is no utterance of disagreement from the bandersnatch themselves. were they to give voice to their thoughts, in fact, they would argue that he deserved far more than the mere gift of praise. soft is their hum, a deceptive mix of amusement and contentment : it is with a light heart they note he seems to touch them more familiarly and often than he had when he'd found his graveyard. so standoffish had he once been, but they are happy to give him the intimacy that he demands.

their head lifts to search his face, lips parting in coy consideration with narrowed eyes. so adept are they at dramatics, easily do their expressions match the thoughtless but love-stricken, albeit genuine, role they play. "devotee is not quite my aim though, is it? no, it's much more romantic than that. you are special, mi amor. such prayers," their free hand lifts to tap the tip of their finger to their bottom lip, "are not spoken for mere gods... there is a separation between the divine and you in my space, for you are so much more than any holy platitude words may weave, try as i may." it is difficult to tell 'neath the adoration in their eyes where heartfelt love translates to mirthful tease. such is who they are, but even still, heartfelt it is. they reclaim clarity lost, at last giving him the consideration he craves. a kiss now, from their lips to the crook of his neck, silas's head tilted by delicate fingers so they may do so. they speak 'gainst his skin, "querido ángel, restaura mi fe en el amor y la divinidad," and now moving away from his jaw, their fingers instead tug at wonderland's borrowed and buttoned garments, though only enough to be pulled so that they may instead place that chaste kiss directly 'pon his heart. his chest, so achingly warm against the ravenous bandersnatch, made of freezing nightmare. were he any other, they'd have eaten his heart : and perhaps, far less literally, they craved it still. "mi corazón está dentro de ti, a quien aprecio tanto." though they do not quite straighten their posture in proper, they do adjust to look up to him. "forgive me, silas, for i am weak. it's not mere devotion that i seek."

#londonfallen #ʚ o. in character ɞ ⁄ you’ll lose your mind wandering for hours‚ may even decide to start talking to flowers. #ʚ c. bandersnatch ɞ ⁄ you go down just like holy mary‚ mary on a cross : your beauty never‚ ever scared me. #how long do u think this one will take u #are u staring at ur phone rn waiting for this to post oh my god #ur such a loser #ʚĭɞ ― thread: handmade heaven ˊˎ-

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❛❛ AND IF YOU GO CHASING RABBITS, you know you're going to fall ...

PLSS THE CUTE ASS ART @londonfallen COMM'D FOR ME AS A GIFT EKRJHNM THE CORE FOUR.... / artist.

#KJMKJMH #THEY'RE SO CUTE #MY SKRUNKLIES #GRABS THEM #ʚ c. white rabbit ɞ ⁄ if i only could‚ i'd make a deal with god and i’d get him to swap our places. #ʚ c. jabberwock ɞ ⁄ stroke of luck or gift from god‚ by the hands of fate or devil’s claws. #ʚ c. bandersnatch ɞ ⁄ you go down just like holy mary‚ mary on a cross : your beauty never‚ ever scared me. #ʚ c. king of hearts ɞ ⁄ roses are red and violets are blue‚ from the depths of my gardens our hearts bloomed. #ʚĭɞ ― misc: portraiture ˊˎ-

[wonderloste]

❝ AND SHUN THE FRUMIOUS BANDERSNATCH!!

› cute spooky amadeu / carisma / bandersnatch i am in TEARS.

( commission from artist. )

#KJNMERHKJNERMH #BANGS HANDS ON TABLE #LOOK AT THEM LOOK AT THEM!!!!! #ʚĭɞ ― misc: portraiture ˊˎ- #ʚ c. bandersnatch ɞ ⁄ you go down just like holy mary‚ mary on a cross : your beauty never‚ ever scared me. #I LOVE VGEN IT HAS GIVEN ME SO MUCH POWER TO COMM PPL KEJRNHM

[wonderloste]

ENDLESS PORTRAITS ◟ ⋆  › the bandersnatch.

commission for amadeu / carisma ❤️ i think that the bandersnatch should be allowed to commit whatever acts of blasphemy throughout wonderland that they please, personally. { credit }

#SCREMAING CRYING THROWING UP #I HOLD THE BANDERSNATCH IN MY ARMS #I LOVE THEM #THEY'RE SO PRE T T Y SH UT UP #ʚĭɞ ― misc: portraiture ˊˎ- #ʚ c. bandersnatch ɞ ⁄ you go down just like holy mary‚ mary on a cross : your beauty never‚ ever scared me.

[wonderloste]

❝ oh god, don’t look at me like that. i’d rather you just be angry than do the whole disappointed face. ❞ - siladeu <3

feel free to use these memes as starters or not xoxo / @londonfallen

"tempestuous little child of man. ill-begotten, cowardly manthing—" they're annoyed, equal parts disappointed and exasperated. there are times they are reminded so brutally how much they dislike humans : the heavens have tested them, they are sure, with a man of humanity, then, to act as their soulmate. it doesn't do well to lash out, though, not at him, not where they oft strike their followers. they'd never lay a single tip of a claw on him outside of temptation, but that does not mean they won't glare at him pointedly, demand that he still his poisonous tongue when there are times even the frumious bandersnatch would rather he shut up. what does he know, anyways. they try to shake off his hand. "i'm jumping off the building." they are not asking. "i want to meet the boatman."

#londonfallen #lKMELKJRHNLKEJNHRM #:SOB: #◟ ❥ silas + carisma : your heart knew the path‚ is this the place we used to love? am i the one you dreamt of? › londonfallen. #ʚ o. in character ɞ ⁄ you’ll lose your mind wandering for hours‚ may even decide to start talking to flowers. #ʚ c. bandersnatch ɞ ⁄ you go down just like holy mary‚ mary on a cross : your beauty never‚ ever scared me.

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they hadn't expected to be  ...  caught. it's hardly the first time, but even when he'd catch them in the act of leaving flowers outside his door and reject them straight from their hands, the occurrence had been rare. they're sure @londonfallen knows, of course, the hour at which they usually stop by, having taken fancy to inviting them into his room, but still so fresh does the gesture feel, they still jump when he opens the door, their lips parted in the same expectation that reaches their eyes. their grip on the calla lilies tightens, posture straightening as they hold his gaze for only a moment before wilting away from it, attention trailing to the blooms held up to their chest. were it, they think, that he could translate such beautiful language  ...  maybe they'd feel a little less awkward, night after night, trying to get their feelings across for him so humbly.

"eua gift tuulo' amae ae utae, solaris. melamin, amin kaimel."  the same thing had they muttered, night to night, as they laid flowers both at his door, at his feet, and in his palms. some had been crushed, some accepted but ignored, and lately, some taken with delicate hand. they hold the bouquet out to him, and they wait patiently, wondering now if he would take the stems as he once had, or if he would take their wrist, as he had begun to.  "i'm a little late tonight, aren't i..."  passing thoughts for a racing heart, such as it is. they have oft become more flustered than they once had been, now aware that for whatever reason, they've seemed to have finally caught him looking back at them, at long last.  "have you been checking the door waiting, this whole time?"

#my homiesexual in christ i don't remember how to write anymore #londonfallen #ʚ o. in character ɞ ⁄ you’ll lose your mind wandering for hours‚ may even decide to start talking to flowers. #ʚ c. bandersnatch ɞ ⁄ you go down just like holy mary‚ mary on a cross : your beauty never‚ ever scared me. #◟ ❥ silas + carisma : your heart knew the path‚ is this the place we used to love? am i the one you dreamt of? › londonfallen.

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"  —  you always refer to it as a kiss."  they pull back from @londonfallen before he's ready for them to do so, falling from the tips of their toes back to their heels. their hand raises to gesture 'tween their lips, which moments before had been so sweetly claimed. sour for the loss of their affections, they're sure he will be, but their eyes narrow, amused smirk worn 'pon their expression, now.  "i don't understand. a strange hume twist of the tongue, perhaps? 'tis not a kiss, that. it's called a thimble! a kiss is a little piece of metal you wear 'pon your finger, sweet dove."

#ʚ x. queue ɞ ⁄ you know your story’s already been told‚ we can’t play again if you sell your soul. #im too sad to do a real thread reply today this is my apology #have smth small and stupid and not 1k words this is all i have to give u today kjnmerkjhnm aaaaaaaaa #londonfallen #ʚ o. in character ɞ ⁄ you’ll lose your mind wandering for hours‚ may even decide to start talking to flowers. #ʚ c. bandersnatch ɞ ⁄ you go down just like holy mary‚ mary on a cross : your beauty never‚ ever scared me. #◟ ❥ silas + carisma : your heart knew the path‚ is this the place we used to love? am i the one you dreamt of? › londonfallen.

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@londonfallen is still talking. if there is one thing silas is able to do, it is talk, and they are thankful. usually they would hang on his every word, always so attentive, no matter what  ...  which makes it all the more obvious, when they have stopped listening to him at all. it isn't intentional. they stare at the painting, displayed so vibrantly 'gainst veilgarden's palely lit galleria. they, next to him, are so terribly out of place. they always are, in this foreign city  ...  but that is precisely why they stand out, they think. no matter the form which they are represented. they step towards the painting, lean so close that it is inches from their face. it's impolite, to be so close to an artist's displayed work, but the way they squint, hand hovering just away from the surface, makes them look positively fixated. they two are alone there, regardless, for once out of the eye of london proper  :  and they know he will not stop them. not when their expression shifts from curiosity to awe, eyes wide, lips parted in unspoken emotion. so subtly do their fingers begin to tremble, and so quickly do they bring their hand back to their chest, clutched at their heart. lovely as his work is, they do not react as they do now, generally.

"a'maelamin."  they had noticed it before, but they had never said anything, afraid that perhaps they had been seeing something that was not there. but it's unmistakable, hidden in plain sight as beautiful meaning oft is in his work. sometimes covered in the chime flowers he had taken such a liking too, sometimes masked by hazy trees, yet always dancing, a hidden silhouette. they do not think he has noticed it. they feel crazy that they have. they're almost afraid to ask, voice cracking as their heart thrums 'gainst their chest,  "these works you've shown me, of late  ...  your paintings through london, even your unfinished drafts, the subtleties in the backgrounds, i—  ...  silas, were you painting  ...  me?"

#u might be sick of them #the dash might be sick of them #BUT I AM NOT #londonfallen #ʚ o. in character ɞ ⁄ you’ll lose your mind wandering for hours‚ may even decide to start talking to flowers. #ʚ c. bandersnatch ɞ ⁄ you go down just like holy mary‚ mary on a cross : your beauty never‚ ever scared me. #ʚĭɞ ― thread: somewhere only we know ˊˎ- #◟ ❥ silas + carisma : your heart knew the path‚ is this the place we used to love? am i the one you dreamt of? › londonfallen.

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ro'd been watching ataem.  ikotane mori nae sina wood, ari sii.  ikotane saii, saii anmea.  hoa language fills ron head.  consumes ataem.  ron cormlle races.  om aches.  ataem open ron eyes.  hoa na closed.  ari san', words.     /     their head lifts, though just barely, enough that their lips free his own, yet still brush them as they speak,  "you..."  their expression, dazed, curious, adoring. they cannot explain it, the blossom that blooms now in their chest, like a flower. their voice in hushed whisper sounds so unsure, for it is the first time they have ever heard this language they speak. all they can see is @londonfallen, his face so close, and the flowers that spill around them from the corner of their eye. they are on top of him, and they do not move.  "you are so... beautiful, i've forgotten how to breathe."

#londonfallen #ʚ o. in character ɞ ⁄ you’ll lose your mind wandering for hours‚ may even decide to start talking to flowers. #ʚ c. bandersnatch ɞ ⁄ you go down just like holy mary‚ mary on a cross : your beauty never‚ ever scared me. #ʚĭɞ ― thread: once upon a dream ˊˎ- #◟ ❥ silas + carisma : your heart knew the path‚ is this the place we used to love? am i the one you dreamt of? › londonfallen.

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" — you won't give me your real name because i'm a fae, isn't that it? hateful little man-thing. you're unfun and rotten and so mean..."

@londonfallen / mirrors.

#there this is all u get #WRITE UR DRAFTS #WHAT KIND OF LOSER DOESN'T DO DRAFTS MICHAEL {i can say this now} #KJNEMRNHKJNM #ʚ c. bandersnatch ɞ ⁄ you go down just like holy mary‚ mary on a cross : your beauty never‚ ever scared me. #ʚ o. in character ɞ ⁄ you’ll lose your mind wandering for hours‚ may even decide to start talking to flowers.

[wonderloste]

ENDLESS PORTRAITS ◟ ⋆  › the bandersnatch.

art © @/londonfallen.

#amadeu of the day <4 #SPICY SPICY SPICY SPCICIENERKJENMRH #AAAAAAAAAAAAA #ʚ c. bandersnatch ɞ ⁄ you go down just like holy mary‚ mary on a cross : your beauty never‚ ever scared me. #ʚĭɞ ― misc: portraiture ˊˎ #blood tw — #cannibalism tw — #amadeu is peak gender envy

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ENDLESS PORTRAITS ◟ ⋆  › the bandersnatch.

art © @/londonfallen.

#posts this one too #😭😭😭😭 #bless up..... michael art is best art...... #claps for my fiance funding my oc icons #ʚĭɞ ― misc: portraiture ˊˎ #ʚ c. bandersnatch ɞ ⁄ you go down just like holy mary‚ mary on a cross : your beauty never‚ ever scared me.

[wonderloste]

ENDLESS PORTRAITS ◟ ⋆  › the bandersnatch.

art © @/londonfallen.

#MY FIANCE FUNDED AMADEU CONTENT TODAY #FOR MY REPLIES #BC I'M SAD RN #😭😭😭😭😭 #I LVOE THEM I LOVE THEM I LOV #EJNRMHKJNMRH #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #AMADEU #😭😭😭😭 #TABLE HITTING NOISES #ʚĭɞ ― misc: portraiture ˊˎ- #ʚ c. bandersnatch ɞ ⁄ you go down just like holy mary‚ mary on a cross : your beauty never‚ ever scared me. #amadeu says it's my turn for icon art content

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" — asfixiame. there is nothing i want less than to put on one of these awful outfits and brush my hair up." they hold their tattered dress to their exposed body, looking between the extravagant gown and elegant suit they have been given as options for tonight's ball. it seems the clothiers had no inclination of what to do for them or their tastes. "they asked me to sing for them tonight, in show of good faith. did you know that?" / @londonfallen.

#londonfallen #ʚ o. in character ɞ ⁄ you’ll lose your mind wandering for hours‚ may even decide to start talking to flowers. #ʚ c. bandersnatch ɞ ⁄ you go down just like holy mary‚ mary on a cross : your beauty never‚ ever scared me. #a less hardcore offering for u #ʚĭɞ ― thread: personal cathedrals ˊˎ- #◟ ❥ silas + carisma : your heart knew the path‚ is this the place we used to love? am i the one you dreamt of? › londonfallen.

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biting your lover’s lip amidst a kiss OR a possessive kiss meant to stake a claim for siladeu 🧍‍♂️ bonus if it’s both. pl

&  RE  :    + combined with, “i’d set fire to the world around me but never let a flame touch you.” / closed memes. / @londonfallen.

a promise, a sermon, or a prophecy : perhaps it is all three. amadeu presses their hand 'gainst his chest from where they kneel over him, each leg on either side of alice's body. below them he lays, arms sprawled dramatically to his sides, hair laying every which way 'pon the chapel's floor but most of all along his face, with his hat having long fallen away from them. it is a rare sight, indeed, for one to appear both a mess and so intrinsically put together. were one to look in on them, they might think him the next poor bastard caught in the clutches of the bandersnatch. many have they pinned to this ground, teeth bared, claws digging through their chest in search of their heart. but now, as their palm hovers where normally they would rip, only delicately do they pull at the edges of his shirt. enough to unhook the buttons without ripping it, only to expose that spot 'pon which they so egregiously and oft feasted. the tip of their nail touches him then, gaze lifting from chest to face as they regard him now.

he has not flinched from them, a feat which alone would speak of bravery, but that isn't really the case, though without fear silas often is. fear is a non-factor, instead the unspoken expectation of trust lingers between them. he does not except them to harm him, and so he does not fight. amadeu's lips part, eyes dancing between lilac and maroon in turn with the adoration 'pon their face.

"you can't quell it. you cannot ignore it. now you speak such romantic promises to me as if you cannot even feign it," they murmur, voice soft as to not disturb the oppressive atmosphere that had fallen over the church grounds as they stay locked in this moment. "your heart is racing, silas. hume, monster, or god, even wrapped in the veil of the heavens, we cannot mute the most passionate parts of ourselves. it distresses you, doesn't it? the madness of it all." they push up on their knees now, raising from their place 'pon his lap. they fall over him, hands moving so that their palms rest now on either side of his head. now they look directly down at him, the frayed skirt of their dress falling wayside as their knee moves closer to his body. "i am the one who should not exist. your exception, the broken rule. a million times have you spoken promises that you had every intention to break, but this is not one : not solely because it benefits you, but because it is me." they lower themselves enough to press a chaste kiss to the side of their jaw, but in doing so, they pull away thereafter, once more sat 'pon his lap. "the answer is there, even if you do not speak it. aching within you, even if you cannot choke it out of your heart just yet. i trust you. i know that i will never burn 'neath the flames you fan. i will be the first and last in your entire, eternal existence to know you from your core to the mask you wear, who will tell you this, who will mean it, and who you will not betray."

their claw points to their bottom lip, where they tap for emphasis. "porque me amas, mi ángel." and like that, they seem content to attempt to turn their mind elsewhere.

their eyes narrow, the lift of their mouth hard to catch as they move to push themselves off of him, at last. freedom for the heart they have captured is their intent, though they do not get far within their endeavors. they've barely a moment to register the hand that grasps their arm, hard enough to pull them back down. although they only release a breath of rushed air as they're pulled flush against his chest, they've just enough time to grab at his shoulder once fallen atop him, fingers dug into the very same shirt they'd bunched up only minutes before. they don't get a chance to say anything in retaliation before the very same hand that had pulled them is pushing them in time with the moment silas leans up to close what miniscule distance remains.

they wilt against him almost immediately. he steals their attention back, perhaps quite cross that the idea of losing it had even entered their mind. lips pressed hard against their own, they allow him to guide them over him once more, where he holds them tight 'gainst him now, opposite hand finding its place upon their leg. at the same moment their lips part for him, it trails up, and they hum in both an expression of contentment and amusement. his fingers press into their shoulder and thigh alike : urged to give him what he seeks, their own hands move to settle now 'gainst his neck as they so often do, cradling his jaw in both their palms. it is both a gesture of absolute adoration and a wile to hold his face closer. the kiss between them deepens and their knees press against his hips in the moment his knee bends 'neath them.

" — mercy, silas," they lament, their voice equal parts sigh and moan on his lips. for their efforts, they are met with the sharp bite of his teeth, to which he in exchange is met with bubbling mirth. they can't help but smile, eyes fluttering open to look at him. they are so close, lips still brushing one-another. they can feel his breath on their skin, but see naught aside from his eyes before their own. beautiful does not do him justice. there is no spoken or written word in any language, flourishing or dead, which could properly put into perspective this moment as the deafening silence of the church lends precedence to only their mixed sighs, in which they are entangled with one another.

one hand of theirs shifts only slightly so that they may properly cradle his cheek. the other, however, moves to silas's forgotten shirt, where now they tug proper at the remainder of the buttons still clasped. once they have pulled enough free, they are able to slide their palm under the fabric to push it from his shoulder : their skin is freezing, but alice's own is hot to the touch. if he wanted their attention to remain solely on him, so be it, then. he would not have to demand it twice. they crave it besides, this complete and total possession between the two of them. he commands them without speaking and with total reverence, they kneel to him.

"mm. tu oración es mi deseo." it takes little effort on their part to resituate so that his raised knee fits perfectly in the space between their thighs. "give yourself to me, then, mi amor. i've a great many promises i may make to you, one for every piece of you that you desire i bless..."

#londonfallen #gestures........... just gestures #ʚ c. bandersnatch ɞ ⁄ you go down just like holy mary‚ mary on a cross : your beauty never‚ ever scared me. #ʚ o. in character ɞ ⁄ you’ll lose your mind wandering for hours‚ may even decide to start talking to flowers. #suggestive — #long post — #◟ ❥ silas + carisma : your heart knew the path‚ is this the place we used to love? am i the one you dreamt of? › londonfallen.

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" ... why are you apologizing? i'm the one who made you upset, aren't i?" / @londonfallen.

#one line........... a singular sentence w no context #A SINGLE LINE OF DIALOGUE #londonfallen #◟ ❥ silas + carisma : your heart knew the path‚ is this the place we used to love? am i the one you dreamt of? › londonfallen. #ʚ c. bandersnatch ɞ ⁄ you go down just like holy mary‚ mary on a cross : your beauty never‚ ever scared me. #ʚ o. in character ɞ ⁄ you’ll lose your mind wandering for hours‚ may even decide to start talking to flowers.