#splitcards

[muraenide]

forehead kiss. // cater in wonderland au - a habit from an old memory with alice 😔

KISSING  MEME  PROMPTS: -> { NOT ACCEPTING } 5. forehead  kiss. — Cater / @splitcards

Cater enjoyed putting hats on people. It was no surprise, as such is the nature of the Hatter. He'd discovered a method of effective communication with Cater by allowing him to make hats for himself. Cater would spend hours measuring his head and his body, hours more working enthusiastically at his sewing machine. It would be days before any fitting appointments were available, but Cater would always have more than a dozen hats ready for him to try on.

Jade falls heavy onto the chair, having lost count of the number of hats he'd tried on today. He likes them all. Style has never been much of an issue. He'll be content with the simplest rudiments of what could be called a magician's hat, but Cater disagrees.

"Hold it there, would you, I'm about to try something here," Cater said as he lifts the black top hat with a purple ribbon around it and slaps on a straw hat with a black ribbon and a sunflower. "Whoa ~ ♪" He whistles.

Jade lifts a hand to touch the top of his head. Cater looks starstruck, in awe, which confused him what about the hat had made him look different from the others. He turns, and looks into the mirror lodged into a tall hedge of red roses, finding himself looking silly but strangely familiar. It takes a moment for the puzzle to click, Jade fishes his pendant out from inside his suit and flicks the cover open. He looks into the mirror again and presses a hand over his right eye.

Between Floyd and himself, they both agreed that Jade looked more like their mother. Not in the way she was blond and had large eyes, but in the shape of her face, her round and curved brows, her dark hues, and her sharp chin.

"A-Alice! I thought I'd never see you again." Curtly, he's grabbed by his face, both hands on either side of his cheeks. Before Jade could say anything, Cater leans in to give him a kiss on the head. His heart races, a single word pounds in his eardrums.

Alice.

"I'm not Alice," Jade murmurs as Cater draws himself away, muttering repeatedly. What have I done. It didn't go unnoticed to Jade that Cater picked the pendant off of his neck as well, holding it in his hand as if he's looking at the last photo of Alice on earth. Jade sighs, getting up to his feet. He takes a step towards Cater and gently places a hand over the Hatter's, snapping the pendant shut. "You didn't do anything wrong," He hums, cupping his cheeks to hold his face upwards as he returns the kiss.

[blotlcss]

@splitcards asked ❛ if a zombie apocalypse started on halloween, it would take a while to realize. ❜

𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. || Accepting

"Oh joy I think I just unlocked a new fear!~" Time to board up the Ramshackle Dorm and find something sharp!!

[pomfiores]

@splitcards​ said: mal having vil's back for the 2nd time 💞 fellow king helping the queen

HOW DO YOU FIGURE?

[apuppetmuseum]

@splitcards asked: ‘ we can just sit here. we don’t have to talk.’ // kalim uwu

RANDOM DIALOGUE 2.0  | Accepting!

"But we're good at talking!" Kalim says with a laugh, but it's quick to quiet down. His eyes avoid Cater's for a moment, staring off into the distance of the dorm's scenery. Sand as far as the eye could see. It reminded him of home. That was part of the problem.

"....Can we go to your room?" He asked eventually, shifting in the pillows he was laid out on so he was facing Cater again, though he doesn't look the upperclassman in the eye exactly. He's seems distracted, big time. He liked Cater's idea of just sitting around in good company, but he didn't want to do it here. Not when faced with the constant reminder of, well, everything he was worried about symbolized in one building/scenery.

[decayedhearts]

@splitcards​ sent:  " i still can't believe how tall you are ... "  the question is more of a pouting disappointment, sadly eating the quiche as cater watches trey work his magic in the kitchen.  " can't you spare some inches for little ol' me over here? i'd love to rack up some cool points too, y'know. "

After cutting the dough into little stripes, Trey starts to braid them with the speed and skill of someone having done it countless times. This is probably his favorite part about making plaited buns but he remembers a time when it was his greatest source of frustration. Cater’s lament makes him chuckle - first because it’s cute and then because Cater accidentally said something naughty without realizing. The itch to make him aware of it is there, but Trey resists the urge to scratch it.

He takes the compliment even though Cater is not offering the most splendid delivery - but he’s always been somewhat proud of his height and to hear that Cater is jealous about it is oddly flattering.      “I think you get plenty of cool points as it is,” Trey offers. “And you’re not exactly small yourself.” Just stand next to Riddle, he almost adds. (But that’s a little mean.)

He puts the last bun on the baking tray and moves to wash his hands. Time for decoration. A hidden smirk tugs at the corner of Trey’s mouth as he walks over to Cater, who’s leaning against the kitchen counter with his plate of quiche, and stops just close enough their bodies don’t touch yet. Raising his arm he reaches for something on the top shelf behind Cater, the movement bringing him even closer to the other boy. For a few seconds their faces are very much within kissing-distance before Trey lowers back down. “Being tall does have some perks, though,” he says in a quieter voice.

Then he steps away, a bag of sugar crystals that he picked from the shelf in his hand. “Leave some room for dessert, will you?” he says as he pours a few crystals into his hand and sprinkles them over the buns. “If you like I can make it sweet-chili flavored for you.”

[ramshacklestar]

@splitcards sent || " Awww, look at the little guys. " Cater gasps at the sight of hedgehogs warming up to Yuu and curl up on her hand, but trying to contain his glee to not spook them away. " This is, like, the peak 'cammable moment. "

After taking the necessary photo op for his next post, Cater relaxes and sits down next to her. " Wish everyday is this relaxing... don't you think so? "

It was fascinating to Yuu, the way the flamingos and hedgehogs of Heartslabyul were so colorful, and that interest only seemed to grow when she realized what they were used for briefly becoming panicked at the notion of the dorm members potentially hurting the animals but quickly relaxed again when Riddle made it obvious the bird and hedgehogs actually enjoyed the game of croquet as much as the players. So it had served as quite the surprise when Yuu saw a few of the little hedgehogs seemingly warm up to her, especially in knowing they were typically shy little creatures from what Ace had mentioned, her hands coming out to it in a cupping position which one of the hedgehogs in question immediately took advantage of. If not for Grim and the state of Ramshackle, Yuu was fulling prepared in that moment to take the little creature to her temporary residence; the cuteness of them all leaving her internally squealing in delight so not to wake it from its seemingly comfortable slumber.

It's only by Cater’s voice that Yuu tears her gaze away from the hedgehog in time to see him holding his phone up to snap a picture of the scene; where normally she might’ve asked for a bit of a warning next time she hadn’t seemed to mind in that moment, all tension eased out of her. “I feel like anytime you find a camable moment with me in it I’m always making some kind of stupid face.” Not that it really mattered that much, most of the people that saw Cater’s posts were already members of the school and those outsiders who had seen it were likely to never meet her so it really wasn’t that big a deal. It also went without saying that based off the magicam account her and Grim had shared Yuu wasn’t a particularly photogenic person, their account compromising more of Grim in various positions of restfulness.

Even still she couldn’t help but to nod at Cater’s next words hands adjusting slightly under the hedgehog earning her a small squeak. “It’d be a nice change, between needing to chase Grim down to prevent him from getting both us in trouble to the..” She paused a moment. “..the blots, I can certainly say that my life here hasn’t ever been boring.” Boring was okay sometimes though, honestly she had hoped for a boring day for quite sometime now the prefect being pushed far beyond her limits within the first week of being an official student. “It is good to know that if I need to relax though this dorm exists, with all the queen’s rules and Riddle’s affinity for ensuring they’re all followed to the letter I can say Heartslabyul is actually the most relaxing of all the dorms I’ve visited. Granted I haven’t really been in Diasmonia, nearly as much as the others.” Diasmonia had a sort of dreary air to it though, at least from what she remembered but it was still slightly better than Ignihyde which made her feel like she was literally walking into the underworld.

“It’s also good to know that I’ll always be welcomed here and that you and the others seem to like my presence too, really does make a person not want to leave. The weathers always pleasant, the critters here are crazy adorable, Trey’s baking is top tier and I’ve got so many friends I get to see.” She hadn’t ever really understood the concept of peace, but ever since the ordeal with Riddle she couldn’t help but agree about this being truly peaceful.

[lyriccl]

Questioning Minds | Accepting!

@splitcards asked: "are you doing alright ?"

To the untrained eye, Emma was acting as she normally does, upbeat and quirky. But someone who's familiar with her feelings deep down would easily recognize her heart wasn't in it today. She still smiled and joked, but there was clear exhaustion in her eyes, like her mind was swimming with unpleasantness.

So when Cater asked if she was doing alright, there was clear surprise in her face. Had he figured out what was going on already? She'd been so good at keeping her mask up, had he caught her in a vulnerable moment earlier.

But in her typical fashion, she ignored her own feelings and smiled. "Of course! Why wouldn't I be?" He didn't need to know, no one did. After all, what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them. She didn't need to burden others with her problems, no matter how broken she felt internally.

No one needed an idol who didn't smile, so she kept smiling.

[niightravcns]

@splitcards sent:

o w o

RELATIONSHIP BINGO

"My, my, we seem to be pretty compatible~"

[muraenide]

send me 🕯️to hear my character's inner thoughts about your character. → { NO LONGER ACCEPTING } 🕯️ // either wonderland au or canon verse 🤔 — @splitcards

Wonderland AU because we love pain.

Floyd and I have seen more than five Hatters over the course of ten years. We have been careful to keep it as subtle as possible, but the reason why we have taken up residence in Wonderland was because we are looking for Hatters.

Do you wonder why? *chuckles* It is because in the letters Mother left behind, there was a frequent mention of a Hatter. Mother said the Mad Hatter is someone we could trust. He was the one who accommodated her back when she visited Wonderland as a child.

And so here we are, looking for him.

The letters only began to make sense after we found Wonderland. The "Mad Hatter" is only one of the twelve Hatters in this place. Floyd and I ran into the "Happy Hatter" on our third day. Call it a stroke of instinct if you may, but the moment we laid eyes on him, we knew he was not who Mother mentioned in her letters.

Disappointed, Floyd and I continued our search. We picked up the occupation of a magician as Leander Elddill because we heard that all Hatters share a love for strange and curious things — things that could make them forget reality and temporarily submerge themselves in a false sense of fantasy.

It worked. To date, we have met the Hatter of Happiness, Woe, Anger, Contempt, and Fear, but the Hatter mentioned in Mother's Letters was nowhere to be seen.

As of late we've come to know of another Hatter: The Hatter of Madness.

It was not easy to find the path that led to his tea party, but I somehow managed. Truthfully, it almost feels like the Mad Hatter had opened up his secret path out of his own will, and not because I've somehow managed to force my way in.

Cater Diamond. I knew his name before I came. Doing our due diligence before involving ourselves in unfamiliar territory is always wise. However, the real person was someone I was not expecting to meet. He is different; a lot more than the other five Hatters I've encountered.

He always seems sorrowful, his madness barely keeping him from erupting at bay. Of course, someone who was not born here such as myself would never understand how Wonderland works even if I have lived here for more years than I have in my own birthplace.

"Are you expecting someone?" I always ask him whenever I see the same empty chair at the end of the dining table. I noticed it's an odd practice that the Hatter of Madness exercises. It's always the same chair, the same spot at the table. It cannot be a coincidence.

I eventually came to the conclusion from my own hypothesis. Slowly, I tried changing my words. "Are you missing someone?" Missing. Expecting. It's strange how those words meant the same thing but somehow produces very different effects when used in a certain context.

That was the first time I saw some kind of life in Hatter's eyes. It was everything I needed to confirm that I was indeed correct.

"You need to stop," I add, surprising even myself.

I was not usually known for harboring affection for anyone other than my other half. After all, the moment we were born all we had were each other. Were it not for the pendant I carry on my neck, I would not even have known what Mother looked like.

But somehow, I think I care about Hatter to some extent, after meeting him for a few times. "It's not healthy like this."

It feels odd. Lecturing someone older than me. It feels wrong to do so without knowing what he had gone through with whoever he is missing.

A bell chimes from somewhere far away and Cater yells "It's 6 o'clock!" It is the same chime that snapped me out of my thoughts, realizing that my 'lecture' only happened in my head, that I'd never said those words no matter how much I wished to.

I suppose it would be cruel to forcibly wake him up from a dream he never wishes to wake up from. I understand this. It is why I knew that I would never forgive myself if I ever woke him up.

[blotlcss]

@splitcards asked: "They're a 10 but they have poor dating tastes in men." (not like cater is also any better but shh)

♢      —        send  [ THEY’RE A 10 BUT … ]  and finish it in my muse’s inbox.

"Damn I didn't know we were outing Dana like that—"

[ramshacklexprefect]

@splitcards​ : [  manicure  ]  sender  paints  receiver’s  nails

nonverbal  meme  prompts ( still accepting )

“Oh, so this is what Deuce and Ace meant when they said you needed help.” Yuu said watching Cater prep his left hand. “Are you testing out new product before applying them? Or do I get to be on your magicam?” He joked trying not to move his hand much. After all Cater looked deep in thought as though mapping out his idea on Yuu’s hand.  “Cater?”  

[decayedhearts]

@splitcards​ sent:  💭 // trey 🤔 [Send me a “💭“ and your Muse will experience one of my Muse’s Memories]

The memory takes hold of Cater like a gust of wind, gripping him tight and carrying him away - out of his own body into the mind of another, the world around him falling away, all sound dissolving, the air pulled from his lungs..

You’re in your room, the one you share with Cater and the others. It’s messy, as always, but you don’t tire of telling them to clean up after themselves. Well.. actually you do, but no one else will remind them. Right now you don’t look at the clothes on the ground or the empty plates on the table, you only look at him. Against the light shining in through the window behind him his hair looks like copper flames framing his delicate features. He’s smiling and it’s meant for you. He’s pretty, objectively. Subjectively. You temporarily forgot the difference between those two words. You remember having this thought before, but you can’t say when.

You blink and his arms are around you in a hug that knocks the air from your lungs and makes your heart skip several beats. It’s a gesture of gratitude rather than affection, you know this, and yet, time slows down as he pulls away. The rustling of his shirt is in your ears, the scent of his shower gel in your nose like a breeze of early Christmas. Cinnamon..? No, cloves. And something else. His palm slides down your arm and even through your sleeve you feel his warmth. The urge to reach out and hold him back, grab him, kiss him, is right there beneath your skin. Like an itch. You know his lips would be soft and the sound of surprise he’d make even softer. You know he’s not yours to kiss, too. There are little flakes of dust dancing in the air around you, made visible by the sunlight that rests on his back like a pair of wings.

“..ey? Trey?” his voice reaches your ears and suddenly you snap out of it. Time moves forward, faster, and you’re back in the moment. “Yes?” you say, but you have no idea what he just asked you. He can tell. He smiles at you - and you smile back. 

Like before Cater is gripped by an invisible force, pulled back through thoughts and visions that aren’t his and almost violently sent back to his own body. Trey pulls away from their touch as if he burned himself, his eyes wide and his heart racing in his chest.

[ramshacklestar]

@splitcards sent || “ Being overdressed is a myth made up by people who didn’t want you to have fun and be sexy. ”

"You know Riddle would be upset to hear you say that." Yuu smiled her chipper tone in her voice indicating that she was by no means about to tell the house warden of Cater's statement. Regardless of the fact Yuu was relatively certain this was against some rule in the Queen's rule book she had to admit at the same time that there was validity in what he was saying. Being tied down in fancier wears, all skin besides the face covered so it seemed, often left the person wearing them uncomfortable and though, mostly Riddle again, didn't like it Yuu was happily comfortable attending the various tea parties she was invited to in her oversized sweatshirt and shorts.

"I do have to say though..." She begins glancing down at her comfort wears in comparison to Cater's. "I wouldn't qualify what I'm wearing as sexy either, but a little secret between you and me, I do enjoy wearing dresses or clothing that shows off a little more curvature."

For the most part that was a secret between her, Grim and the ghosts of Ramshackle who actually saw Yuu in such clothing. "The clothes we wore at the Scalding Sands and Fluer City were really comfortable and nice too~. Seriously though, our secret...I may die if Ace or Deuce find out I like being the girl I am." Not to mention the fact that she didn't want to give those that messed with the magic less prefect anymore ammo.