#about Chesh

[cheshirecat-syndrome]

Your call

[zixinwonderland]

hello to tumblrs 12 Agni fans

Soma

[cheshirequeenwithoutaheart]

Okay! Tell me more about Percy, please! (I have a Percy, haha, I want to see if there are any similarities). BTW, this is vermontwrites, asking from main.

okay, but seeing if there's similarities between ocs with the same name is a lot of fun, yes!

anywhosies-

percy is a ghost, making him technically the oldest of aoife's kids if you ignore moira's time travel eldritch related shenanigans. he's very much a gloomy moody boy who likes to wander around the house when it's storming outside for dramatic effect, but most of the time he prefers reading in front of a fire or in a library. his favourite animals are birds, specifically corvids, even more specifically ravens.

however he is a bit (read: very) bossy and a bit controlling when it comes to doing things that he wants to do. he can also be pretty arrogant when it comes to things like knowledge and knowing stuff, which can translate into him being condescending which none of his siblings let him get away with. they love him, but no way, ya know?

he prefers peace and quiet, because then he can read without interruptions, but he rarely gets it because they have a very full house (despite having a large house) with a lot of strong loud personalities that clash a lot. he rarely gets peace and quiet even when his siblings are away for school. he's also almost always exasperated by his family, but he'd still, you know, do morally dubious things for them if he had to. just not murder. or manslaughter.

[lockedtowers]

btw idk how else to describe this but cassie has a definite superiority complex when it comes to meeting/talking to non wond.erlanders/humans. like theyre actively taught humans are inferior. so rly in post being in a relationship w dean verses she loses that complex but outside of that… one can definitely say she’s a little;;;

[jackalsraised]

i need ppl to be so into the same ships as me that when i endlessly ramble they actually care but the issue is said ships are all niche characters or ocs that depresso makes me think more and more only i care about--

[rainyfey]

@dailyclay your Mitsu Boshi fic has still got me in a chokehold;;; Congratulations on so effectively stealing my entire brain (I didn't, like, need it or anything /lh) 😂

Anyway, hello friends! I finally finished this rough little page I've been chipping away at since December. It's supposed to be the first of three whole entire pages (whoa there, Chesh, that's kind of ambitious, isn't it..?), sooo we'll just have to wait and see how long the other two take me /sweats

The story is written entirely from Momo's point of view, so I can only guess at what Okarun was actually doing/feeling like at the end of Chapter 5...but I wanted to try drawing it anyway 💖

Read this fic and yell at me about it please I am begging. 🙏

Song from the fic Playlist: Cloud Collapse by Andrew Huang

[scoldingdarjeeling]

Instinct

Rating: Explicit (mdni 18+) Relationships: Halsin x Tempest (OC) Fandom: Baldurs Gate 3 (post game) Additional tags: POV Halsin, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language. Fluff and Smut, Polyamorous Character, Elf/Human Relationship(s), Dark Past, Sleepwalking, Reithwin, Age Difference, Friends to Lovers, Demisexuality, POC, Healing, Magic scar/tattoo.

When Tempest, a human touched by the Feywild's haunting beauty, crosses paths with Halsin, the Hierophant of Silvanus, more bear than elf, something ancient stirs. What begins as quiet kinship soon blazes into fierce, consuming passion. Both carry echoes of the fey in their blood; she, marked by survival; he, born of wild groves. Each awakens the untamed heart in the other, a humming beat beyond planes and reason. On a night conjured by magic and vines, they offer each other the most primal of gifts: a glimpse of wholeness, where souls entwine in sacred abandon (a.k.a. Tempest loses her V-card to Halsin).

Excerpt from Chapter One: Stormcaller

As the former Archdruid was about to rip the sinew, meat, and scales off his struggling catch with his bare teeth—a fresh salmon from the roaring rapids, warm blood filling his mouth, exhilarating and feeding his ravenous prey drive—a voice as deep as the river itself, yet feminine, called out to him...

“Forgive the intrusion, Son of Silvanus. I do not mean to disturb the waters...”

Halsin ripped the head off his meal before pricking his round ears towards the strange visage of a dryad who stood to his side, close, but not close enough to stir his territorial instincts.

Halsin might have been fully immersed in his chosen wild shape, the ancient dire bear, but spending a hundred years in hibernation had taught him to control his instinctual reactions. His intelligent hazel eyes tangled with the luminous green gaze of the fey—a daughter of Silvanus.

Halsin grunted and shook his massive head, flinging water everywhere, before he stilled, listening intently.

“I hear the voices of the trees carried by the wind; I bring an urgent report from the Willow Tree by the lakeshore... it concerns one most beloved,” the river dryad continued after a gentle bow.

She spoke in the tongue of the old forests. All druids knew it.

Halsin tested the air, but nothing stood out to him—he couldn’t tell the nature of her message. He reached out to her, mind to mind, in response.

“I will hear this message. Silvanus brought you here for a reason—of whom do you speak?”

The dryad looked up at him from beneath her green lashes, her piercing gaze conveying what he could not discern.

“It concerns the one bearing the storm in their heart—a female, human, and in peril. I was bid to find you with great haste!” she said, pointing with her gnarled staff toward the direction of the river, westward.

Halsin lifted his massive head, observing how the clouds, dark and foreboding, gathered in circles, concentrating in one place. As he contemplated her words, a flash of white interrupted his musings. A rumble trembled the earth.

Suddenly, there was another flash, followed by yet another. Halsin counted eight lightning strikes in rapid succession, all from the same place.

That was how he knew. By the Tree Father’s mossy beard... Tempest was trapped in a trance!

Adrenaline surged through his muscles in an instant as the severity of these revelations made his blood run cold. Time was of the essence—Halsin had to get to Tempest, and do so quickly, before the point of no return.

The dire bear barked in confirmation and took off in a run, leaving the river dryad behind, devouring the ground beneath him, building momentum. His great paws cut the time it would take to reach Tempest’s cabin by the lake’s edge in half.

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Shout-out to my awesome moots: this story only exists because of you! <3 @thoughts-of-bear, @amorgansgal, @hippotooth, @rambling-tam, @chesh-the-paladin-rogue, @serenaoffaerun, @starrforge & last but not least @optimisticgrey (I see you, moving in the shadows) 💫

[monsterfuckerconfessions]

Ok this is both long winded and arguably not that monstrous (compared to my usual fare anyway, but it's not human at any rate so): for my recent birthday we did an Alice in wonderland themed treasure hunt in London and at the end there's this cool mock up newspaper of the queen of Hearts on trial and. The card soldier is SMOKING. I don't even know. So now I have a whole stupid self insert story about how because I brought the queen to justice I'm made the new princess of wonderland and this hottie card (a sentence I never thought I'd construct) is my personal bodyguard. Cheshire Cat is my minister and friend and the other characters are around me at court but of course the card captain falls in love with me, convinced I'd never return his feelings (Chesh thinks this is hilarious), even though I'm also surrounded by beautiful Flower Maids, he still is always there to guard and support me and thinks me more beautiful than them...I get out of marrying one of the court cards (puffed up popinjays the lot of them) but I have to marry someone so I'm considering the gryphon as my last ditch emergency (at least he's a decent guy...bird...being) and there's a jabberwocky attack and heroic life saving and me making Chesh promise to save the captain over me if it comes to it (because of course there is mutual pining) and he finds out and there's tormented confessions and STEAMING HOT SEX (...I don't know how anatomically don't ask me) and I'm just like. What is wrong with me. (Joke's on me, I'm not prettier or nicer than a Flower Maid...ahaha sigh)

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[cheshenanigans]

They get dragged into a fitful sleep. As they lay there on Harper's chest, she gets multiple side eyes from various patients and even nurses. It seems that this is a very rare occurrence within the asylum's walls..

I just want to go home….

[coolnameloading]

Lute x Fem! Reader Part 2

Part 2 of Lute x Sinner Reader story yaaaay

Over the last few months, the hotel has been in what you can only describe as organized chaos. The hotel gained a new resident in Sir Pentious who was a spy for the Vee’s and then wasn’t or something. Charlie reassured you constantly that Pentious was not working for the Vee’s anymore and you had nothing to worry about.

But those sick fucks have been chasing you for longer than any of the other overlords so you’d rather be more safe than sorry. 

After that particular event, you started to feel less safe in the hotel. 

You heard Vox, he tried to infiltrate the only place where you’ve felt safe since you got to the literal hell hole and he tried to send in a fucking spy who Charlie just let walk in instantly after he had attacked the hotel twice.

Who knows what would have happened to you….all of you if Angel Dust hadn’t seen him planting those stupid cameras? 

You love Charlie, she’s nice and she gave you a place to stay. Being mad at her is like being mad at a puppy but all you could keep thinking about for the rest of the month was wondering if Vox saw you.

If the Vee’s know where you are.

If they’ll come looking for you.

What they might do to you if they do catch you.

You had a close call with Velvette one time and one time was enough for the rest of your afterlife. Bitch tried to color-match your fucking fur! You’re pretty sure the only reason you got away was because she was drunk off her British ass.

Vaggie could tell right away that there was something wrong with you and tried to reassure you.

“He didn’t see you Chesh”

She whispered approaching you slowly. 

“You don’t know that boss! What if he did? He could be on his way right now with the other two and he already beat the radio demon once! I need to lea-”

Vaggie cut off your rant by placing her hand on your shoulder gently and pushing you down to sit on the couch.

“Charlie and I wouldn’t let anything happen to you. We promised when you started staying here that we’d keep you safe and we will. You don’t need to run.”

“Thanks, boss… I’m sorry for freaking out. It just really shook me up, I guess.”

You mumbled out, blushing at how pathetic you sound. 

You may not remember much about your life but you’re pretty sure you died sometime in your 20’s. Yet here you are whimpering pathetically and having to get comforted over a fucking video camera. 

After that incident you became more jumpy, every sound put you on edge, and it was worse whenever you were around any form of technology that didn’t look like it was from before the 1980s.

The others tried their best to calm you down in their own ways. Angel Dust started leaving his phone in his room because you’d flinch every time he got a text or phone call from Valentino. 

“Don’t make a big deal outa it, he was annoying me too.”

Husk would keep your favorite booze on standby at all times, when you’d thank him he’d simply grin at you and say, 

“Us feline demons got to stick together.”

Alastor was happy to throw out any and every piece of technology that would make you tense up even slightly, which included most of Pentious’ weapons and very nearly his airship. 

He obviously wasn’t doing it for you but it still felt nice.

“Don’t worry my friend! I’ll happily get rid of these infernal contraptions! I’ve always believed they lacked class anyway.”

Pentious recognized his part in your new-found anxiety and tried to gain your trust by handing his machines to Alastor with many, many, many tears.

“I am more than happy to…give up my arsenal as an apology for invading your persssssonal boundariessss.” He’d hissed out while trying to hold his tears back.

You couldn’t really be mad at him after that.

Nifty even volunteered to go out and ‘hunt phones’ for you.

You said no but that didn’t stop her from bringing you the….remains of some people’s phones.

 “Sometimes I kill mother phones in front of their children as a warning to the other phones!”

“Niffty phones don’t have mothers.”

“Hehe, not anymore…”

Charlie was actually very happy to see how the others stepped in to help you and she was very proud of them even if their methods were…unorthodox.

But that lead her into a spiral. She was desperately trying to figure out why the hotel wasn’t working even though everybody showed considerable improvement.

This leads to her talking with her dad, which somehow leads to you being here in heaven.

“Um, boss why exactly am I here?”

You ask Vaggie nervously, glancing around at the pastel clouds around you. God you haven’t seen pastels in years.

Vaggie looks over at you and sighs, “Well Charlie figured you wouldn’t want to go out with the others and you wouldn’t like to stay in the hotel alone so this was the best option.”

You nod, understanding her point but on the other hand.

“And the…exorcists?”

Vaggie’s shoulders tense for a moment before she looks away from you and mumbles, “I have a feeling they won’t do anything even if we do run into them.”

You want to ask more questions but decide against it, today was stressful enough as it is without you asking stupid questions. 

“Whatever you say, boss.”

You whisper following behind Vaggie and Charlie as they enter the gates of heaven after another fucking song. 

Is it just you? Are you the weird one? Should you be singing more often?

The three of you follow behind the two seraphim, Emily and Sera, while they give you a tour of heaven. Charlie looks completely enamored by the place but Vaggie looks annoyed, as if the pastel clouds had offended her personally.

And you…well honestly you feel a little underwhelmed.

Heaven looks like a glorified mall so far, a mall with strippers because there are way more people walking around shirtless than you thought there would be. 

So you keep trailing behind Vaggie, Charlie, and the angels when you see someone who looks familiar.

She’s a cat demon like you, same color pallet and everything, except she seems much shorter and has a pair of pastel-blue angel wings coming out of her back.

You end up drifting away from the group and start following the small cat angel through the crowds. 

Eventually, you get close enough to reach out and tap her but when you’re about to get her attention you feel a firm hand on your shoulder and you get pulled away roughly and pinned to one of the walls.

You’re completely disoriented for a moment and then you hear a familiar annoying voice.

“Well, well, well look what the cat dragged in.”

You look up to see Adam and Lute, Adam has a wide smirk on his face and Lute looks….wow.

She’s not wearing her helmet so this time you get to admire her completely.

You’d probably be happier about her pinning you to a wall if she wasn’t also holding a giant spear to your neck.

Then again…-

Yeah, it’s still pretty hot.

[my-castles-crumbling]

Anon Advice Asks - June 20

chesh anon, midnights anon, future therapist anon (new), roblox anon, @lesvian-princess

chesh anon

Hey Cas,

i write this for a friend

its sad cos they'll never see it

never know it was me but i need to say it

Pase lo que pase, siempre te amaré, y aunque se esté cayendo a pedazos. Oye, estúpido. Siempre. te. amaré. por el resto de la eternidad. Y aunque nunca me lo digas, aunque ahora mismo terminemos, aunque te vayas. Eres la única persona a la que puedo jurar que amaré, pase lo que pase. Una parte de mí lo ama, otra lo odia. Qué curioso, ¿verdad? Porque eres la única a la que jamás podría odiar. Eres mi luna, aunque fluctúes, siempre estás ahí, en mi corazón, en mi alma, en mí.

this is the correct translation

no matter what happens i will always love you and even though its falling to pieces. hey. stupid. i. will. always. love. you. for the rest of eternity. and even if you never say it back, even if right now we end, if you leave. You are the only person I can swear I will love regardless. Part of me loves that, part of me hates that. Funny isn't it, because you're the only one I could never hate. Your my moon, even though you fluctuate, you are always there, in my heart, in my soul, in me.

Thanks :)

XO

Chesh

Sending you love, and lmk if you want to talk about it!

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midnights anon

Hi, Cas!

I had a really bad day for some reason? I got up and my brain didn’t want to exist. I couldn’t go back to bed during the day because that always makes my depression and headaches worse, it’s so grey and dreary outside, and I was mostly alone in the house. I have a stuffy nose, I couldn’t do any hobbies because I was either on the couch aching, or doing summer school (I enrolled in an online course at another college-level highschool so I could skip geo next year and instead do precalc, so I could do calc junior year, and either pick a college math course, or no math at all). My mom invited an aunt to have dinner with us without telling me and mom kept talking about how messy my room was and how there was “so much stuff I needed to get rid of” (I’ve cleaned my room like, 10 times in the past 2 weeks and her “critiques” always stay the same).

I really feel incorrect. Like I’m not a teenager enough. I feel like “summer depression” but girl in red. All my friends are doing things, and it’s good for them but I feel like I’m nothing. I’m not old enough to work but all my friends are. I came back from a trip so I couldn’t really do much on my own accord.

And I sound mean and like a hypocrite, but I feel intimidated/not good about hanging out with school friends over the summer? I love them so much, but I feel like hanging out with them over the summer would stunt my emotional growth a little? They all have external support systems emotionally that aren’t just their school friends. They have organic friends and I want that too so I feel like it’d be good to make friends out and about.

My parents don’t think I’m old enough/mature enough to just, go out to Centre street (a quiet but store-filled street that’s good to hang out and bike in) on my own since I’m not old enough to drive, and I’m not that skilled with my bike (even though I can’t get practice because my parents insist on me being with them when we practice biking, and they nearly never want to go biking, so I can’t practice), so I either have to go to an organized event (like the movie thing, or my friends swim thing), I go with friends (which im trying to do by making new friends), or I go with my parents (I’m not myself around my parents)

And I’d try to go out on walks but my parents want to come with me for those, so I go to the backyard but it’s either wet, so the hammock (now singular since one broke yesterday while I was lying in it, lol) is super wet.

But on the bright side, I’m learning how to use my digital camera better! I took a really cute video of a bee and a duck. The bee was dancing and it was adorable. And the writing thing is tomorrow! So I’ll get to hang out at the library and write around others. I’m kind of nervous though.

Sorry for another ramble, thank you for reading! ✨✨

—midnights anon

Hi!

Okay so I know this is SO much easier said than done but I feel like you're truly overthinking here. You're spending so much time thinking about how to improve yourself, your education, your friendships...what about time on things that make you happy? What makes you happy? You need to spend some time on those things or you're going to burn out and you're not going to improve at all- you'll probably do even less!

What is relaxing and happy for you? What makes you feel good? What makes your brain turn off? I know it feels counterproductive, but you need to spend time on those things, so you don't burn out <3

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future therapist anon

I want to be a therapist when I’m older and apparently people prefer Chat GPT and stuff over real therapists.

I don’t know what to fucking do. I knew what I wanted to do with my life for the first time ever and now it’s being ripped away.

I’m still going so I can still choose my career. I have 3 years left to think about it, but I really wanted to be a therapist. I wanted to be a psychologist. I just wanted to help people.

I hate everything

Hi <3

PLEASE still follow your dream. Trust me when I tell you there are so many people who prefer real people to AI. I am one of them. There's no way in hell I would trust any computer to give me therapy, and I would never recommend that to anyone, either. That sounds so stupid.

There will always be people that need people, and computers can't take away human connection, I promise <3

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Roblox anon

She didn’t respond to anything I texted for hours even if it wasn’t about the hacking and I get that she had a life so I just left it, then we ended up having a conversation about some trend and then we got back to the hacking. (And no, it wasn’t her)

This will have all the typos because I’m lazy but here’s what we said:

Her: Did u fights out how u were in that game

Me: no what game even was it

Her: Idk some random one

Me: I had nothing on my recently played games other than what I’ve actually played

Her: Bros been hacked

Me: It looked like the game was pls donate so I joined and looked around but couldn’t find the spot

Her: I dint think it was pls donate

Me: In settings there’s a button that logs out ur account on everything else so I did that

And that’s the end of that conversation and we haven’t talked about it since but if I ever find out what happened I’ll be sure to update

Well I'm glad you don't seem to have gotten hacked at least! Yes, update me if you ever find out!! <3

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@lesvian-princess

Hi <3

I think the thing is...no matter why people do that, they need help. Someone who has good coping skills and is getting the love and attention and help they need wouldn't be doing that. So whether or not they're hiding it...it's a clear sign that something is wrong. Both A and C need help.

[cheshenanigans]

Chesh…. I’m sorry for what I said. Genuinely. I care about you, and…. I guess I’m just jealous of what you have… I don’t know why i said you were replaceable, it was dumb and naive. I didn’t mean it

@miss-tuesday

You're jus sayin' that cus momma scares you.

[cheshirequeenwithoutaheart]

How is Aoife linked to the sun?

thanks for the ask!

aoife is linked to the stars, of which the sun is one, because of her... eldritch form, i guess? like how she appears normally isn't her only appearance, as well as through related symbolism.

her eldritch forms almost embodies a star (along with a bird, giving it something of an appearance similar to a phoenix, which brings with it a completely different kind of symbolism).

symbolically the sun has been associated with life, confidence, power and, obviously, light, amongst others, which are things aoife has or is or embodies. she embodies light because of her connection to the stars, she has confidence, she has a great degree of power (physical and social) and she's associated with life in that she's a mother and often takes care of others in order to ensure their survival.

she is also associated with burning, or death by burning, so not all of the links are positive.

[pocketfullofpearlies]

RISE OF RED: A TALE OF HEADS AND HEARTS

(Descendants: Rise of Red Fanfiction/Re-imagining)

Chapter 1

''You know Red, this is the best idea you've had in a long time, '' Cheshire Cat said, his grin even wider than usual. ''I mean ruining your mum's portrait a night before Hearts and Heads Fest is insane. I love it!''

Red stood back, admiring her handiwork.

''I feel like it needs something, don't you?'' She asked, stroking her chin with her hand and staining it bright red.

She bent down and picked one of the guards she had shrunk.

The tiny guard kicked and yelled, brandishing his sword.

''Tsk, tsk. You'd think that after years of training and the Queen's strict regime, the Royal Guards would know not to accept a random package of shrinking cookies they receive in the middle of the night.''

The guard yelled even louder, almost loud enough to be audible.

''Then again, I shouldn't blame you; you're all half card anyway,'' she mused. ''Still, what do you think is missing? I've licked up almost all my red licking paint, but I have an array of ostrich feathers and peacock glitter left.''

The guard wriggled out of her hold and poked her with his tiny sword.

Red gasped. ''I've got it!''

She dug in her bag, feeling past the family of rabbits and the pot roast in there for a pack of playing cards.

''I never leave home without them,'' she said proudly, flipping them in and around her hands.

The queen cards separated themselves from the rest and Red blew them onto the portrait.

Then she dipped her brush back into the licking paint and spread a slash of colour all over the cards, giving them all funky hairdos and moustaches.

''Purrrrfection, wouldn't you say, Chesh?''

''Um, Red, how strong were those shrinking cookies you gave the guards?''

Red looked around at the guards at her feet who were gradually increasing in size and groaned.

''Gotta bounce, guys,'' she said, taking out her pogo as she stuffed all her supplies back into her bag.

She balanced on the device and it started bouncing automatically, taking her away from the Royal Courtyard and Into the castle.

''Told you not to use those WonderTube tutorials,'' Cheshire tutted.

''Oh hush you,'' Red said, getting off the pogo.

''As you wish, your Redness,'' he replied, grinning as he faded away.

Red folded up the pogo and licked the remaining licking paint off of her hands.

She had landed in the H wing of the castle, but her room was all the way in the R wing.

''Might as well make a stop in the kitchen,'' she said to herself.

She started skipping along, and had made it all the way to the A wing when the Queen Alert on her skirt went off and lights suddenly turned on.

''Uh oh...''

''Redwina Scarlet Heartlynn Vermilion Rouge-Redding!''

Of course she's up working right now!

Red shook out her hair and tied her bag around her waist to form another skirt.

''Mum! You're still up.''

The Queen of Hearts looked down from her work throne at her daughter suspiciously.

She was dressed in a light red sleeping gown, her long red locks wrapped around red curlers and what could either be a strawberry or blood mask smeared on her face.

''Now just where are you coming from looking like what a Jabberwocky wouldn't want for dinner?'' she asked, her voice clipping through the air and snipping at Red's confidence.

''I was talking a walk in the rose garden, Mum.''

''Past the curfew? The general curfew I placed on everyone? Including those guards I'm going to behead for letting you go out?''

''Great! More people you're going to behead tomorrow; how fun.''

''Considering you're going to be conducting some of those beheadings, you should think it's fun.''

''Awesome!'' Red said, attempting to sound excited. ''Is that why you're still up?''

''Yes, if you must know. Tomorrow has to be perfect.''

''Right, right, yeah. But, uh, mum I was thinking-''

''-Well that's a ticket to ruin-,'' The Queen mumbled

''-What if we don't make Hearts and Heads Fest about general, widespread decapitations and turn it into more of a celebration?''

The Queen stiffened and glared at Red.

''O-or not? Forget it. I don't know what I was saying.''

Red shifted uncomfortably as her mother went back to work.

''I'm gonna head up to my room now. Goodnight.''

The Queen gave a very posh grunt and waved her off without a second glance.

Red sped off to her room and slammed the door behind her in relief.

With a sigh, she plopped on her bed.

Cheshire appeared as she lay down, an even more mischievous grin on his face.

''You could've at least told me she was up, Chesh,'' Red told him.

''I could've, but I chose not to. It's more fun that way. ''

Suddenly, Red's speaking mirror started beeping.

''Oohhh...lover boy's calling,'' Cheshire teased before disappearing again

Red rolled her eyes, then got up to sit at her vanity table, tapping the mirror three times.

On the third tap, her reflection dissolved, revealing the person who had beeped her in the first place.

''Hey,Maddox!''

''Don't 'hey, Maddox' me, Princess,'' Maddox Hatter said, giving Red a stern look. ''I know what you did.''

He took of his hat, briefly exposing his silky white curls, and pulled out a piping hot kettle.

Bringing out an elegant, hand painted teacup, he poured the hot, purplish liquid into it.

''Where's the mouse?'' Red asked as he stirred his tea.

''Asleep. Like you should've been instead of turning your mother's portrait into your personal sketchpad.''

Red groaned. ''Come on, Maddox. I play pranks like this all the time.''

''I know, but tomorrow's super important. It's not the kind of day to risk upsetting the Queen.''

Maddox sipped his tea and observed Red's forlorn expression.

''Look, Red,'' he said gently. ''I know tomorrow is going to be hard, but-''

''-Hard?'' Red interjected. ''Hard? Mads, your dad's tests and homework assignments are hard; trying to find an unpainted white rose in mother's garden is hard. But tomorrow I'm going to have to order someone's death! I can't do that!''

Tears filled her eyes and began rolling down her cheeks softly.

Red wiped them away, licking her fingers.

Wonderlanders' tears tasted like sugar, and on the rare occasion Red shed any, she made sure to take advantage of it.

Maddox sighed, setting down his teacup. ''I'm sorry, Princess. I wish there was something I could do.''

A lightbulb went off in Red's head, and she snatched the corresponding one floating mid-air and threw it away.

''Maybe there is,'' she said, her eyes shining with uncried tears and mischief.

''Oh no. You have your trouble face on.''

''What if you bring me that time machine thingy you've been working on. You said it's ready, right?''

''Not possible, Princess.''

Red pouted. ''Why not?''

''Well,my dad would disown me and I'd have to join The White Rabbit Gang. And, oh let's see; you could alter time as we know it putting us all in grave, grave, very grave, extremely grave -did I mention grave?- danger!'' he said, mouthing an extra 'grave' at the end.

''Okay, okay, I get it,'' Red relented, rolling her eyes. ''I'm just fed up with this. I wish I could go back and stop this stupid festival from ever existing. And I really, really wish I could leave Wonderland and see more of the world.''

''Don't worry, Princess. In time, at least one of those wishes will come true.''

''Yeah, sure.''

Red yawned and rubbed at her eyes.

''Being a vandal sure is exhausting,'' she mumbled.

Maddox laughed at how cute she looked, only for his laughter to turn into a yawn as well.

''I'm gonna turn in now, Princess. Goodnight.''

''Nighty night, Mads,'' Red said tiredly, tapping the mirror thrice to end their call.

After washing her face of paint and tears, she slipped into a pair of heart patterned pyjamas and hopped under the covers.

''Off with the lights,'' she said, making the lights turn off automatically.

She turned and twisted for minutes before falling into a tumultuous sleep, her mind fixed on nothing but the thought that by this time tomorrow, she'd have blood on her hands.

Chapter 2:

https://www.tumblr.com/pocketfullofpearlies/757338583424172032/rise-of-red-a-tale-of-heads-and-hearts?source=share

[jokey05]

I don't know about DC's Dragon ladies being more complex in the 90s. That's when Shiva got on that "corrupt white heroes" kick starting with Chuck Dixon and when Jade nuked Qurac.

Sorry, my bad, I meant the 90s as in older comics, I chose that period because it's the middle ground for me in comics before the Great Edginess that came in the early 2000s. And yes, I still think that while very badly written, they were way more complex. Like I felt they at least were doing their own thing, instead now they ( Talia, Shiva, Shado, Chesh ect) are like the same character in different font. Most of the time in the modern comics they are just the ex/baby mama to go to when in needing of something "morally grey". And like they took their motivation, ideals and backstories and thrown them together. Shiva absolutely didn't want to be a mother and was way more on the side of good in her firts appearances, yet now she always loved Cass and lived in Asia, even if she was from Detroit (let's not talk about the whole David thing and how people treat it as consensual) , Talia who was in medical school and wasn't raised as an assasin is now the world deadliest woman. Shado, Who wanted to be a mother and raise her child in private, I think she was retired, basically turned into a Jade2.0.

Actually I think they all basically became Jade. Like the backstory was hers before. The struggle between her morals, wanting to live with her child but also being a danger, being raised as a weapon, all that was hers, but in modern comics all seems copypaste for these ladies. I think it is starting to get to Rose Wilson too. Like in a few years you will read how Lilith trained her to climb mountains since she was three.

Anyway, sorry for the long post, but I love my ladies so much, even with their messed up stories, and the modern narrative of "let's ignore everything this character has gone through in the past because I need them as a prop for one of the batboys" is really pissing me off.

[rainyfey]

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