Nimmerland

Sleeveless version here!

an outfit for all the little grumps out there.

—Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland (via bookmania)

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So, without further ado:

Margaret:

Forte:

Clorica:

Xiao Pai:

Amber:

Dolce:

Vishnal:

Doug:

Kiel:

Dylas:

Leon:

Arthur (I’M MOSTLY JUST KIDDING WITH THIS ONE I SWEAR):

I’m on the lookout now!

Though I stumbled across this one while looking, and now I’m just picturing Bado whirling round like this

Hakuouki Sekkaroku Episode 6: Dance of the Snowflakes

Early Christmas prezzie for my bestie, @a-cup-of-nizz 　

 I live in Germany, she’s based in England, but we’re the proof that true friendships last even though you’re miles away from each other.

Hakuouki Collectibles ~ Rare Coasters from 2011 Café **2017-11-26 ~ Found Okita!**

which seems to him a more promising beginning, more true.

When Hades decided he loved this girl he built for her a duplicate earth, everything the same, down to the meadow, but with a bed added.

Everything the same, including sunlight, because it would be hard on a young girl to go so quickly from bright light to utter darkness.

Gradually, he thought, he’d introduce the night, first as the shadows of fluttering leaves. Then moon, then stars. Then no moon, no stars. Let Persephone get used to it slowly. In the end, he thought, she’d find it comforting.

A replica of earth except there was love here. Doesn’t everyone want love?

He waited many years, building a world, watching Persephone in the meadow. Persephone, a smeller, a taster. If you have one appetite, he thought, you have them all.

Doesn’t everyone want to feel the night the beloved body, compass, polestar, to hear the quiet breathing that says I am alive, that means also you are alive, because you hear me, you are here with me. And when one turns, the other turns–

That’s what he felt, the lord of darkness, looking at the world he had constructed for Persephone. It never crossed his mind that there’d be no more smelling here, certainly no more eating.

Guilt? Terror? The fear of love? These things he couldn’t imagine; no lover ever imagines them.

He dreams, he wonders what to call this place. First he thinks: The New Hell. Then: The Garden. In the end, he decides to name it Persephone’s Girlhood.

A soft light rising above the level meadow, behind the bed. He takes her in his arms. He wants to say I love you, nothing can hurt you

but he thinks that is a lie, so he says in the end you’re dead, nothing can hurt you which seems to him a more promising beginning, more true.