Now you see me

Good mornternooneven and good night to you too. I'm the Cheshire cat. Chessur for short. Chess for shorter. Which way would you like to go? I could take you there, I suppose, if the leaves have all blown west. No I'm not over there, I'm here. Actually I quite fancy going that way after all. Proud member of dwrp but roleplay with almost anyone - track madnessofacat

[onbrokenglassshewalks-deactivat]

Cold Weather Settling In || Ella and Chess

[onbrokenglassshewalks-deactivat]

Ella nearly dropped her purchases when she saw the cat appear, the voice ringing a tiny bell in her head from earlier. “Where… should I ask where you came from?” She tightened her fingers on the rolls of fabric, the ribbons and lace fitting nicely into her basket on her arm. Cats that appeared out of thin air seemed like a ludicrous notion, cats didn’t appear out of thin air, then again most couldn’t walk in glass slippers, or ride in a coach that was once a pumpkin… Talking cats didn’t bother her either since she could understand mice, her mind wandering to where Jaq and the others could have gone.

"I would like to know what could cure his wife, she is a wonderful woman." She commented, glad the elderly man hadn’t turned around just yet to hear her hushed conversation with the strange cat.

How many times had she had a conversation with Lucifer? Or Bruno? The difference was they didn’t respond to her vocally. Even so, Lucifer still had ways of making Ella wish he could talk so she could find out why he acted the way he did, then again he was her Step-Mother’s cat. “Do you have a name?” 

[madnessofacat]

No screaming - it was always a good sign. As entertaining as it was to scare people and see the eyes widen and muscles tense up, screaming gave him a headache. And it made his fur stand on end. A terrible business indeed. "I'm not from around here. I'm not a local, if you like. I'm quite unlocal actually. I come from a tree. And there was a hole in the sky. I fell up it. It happens." At least that's what he vaguely remembered happening. Usually he intended to leave Underland, than be hurled out; he liked being of where he was going or rather, where he was not going most of the time.

"I can't tell you how," he said simply. "You have to trust me. But you also have to get me to this woman. If you want it so much." So odd to see kindness first hand. Chess pretended he knew nothing of favours and compassion himself, because it helped him stay aloof. Distant was how he was supposed to be - he could put empty air between him and whoever he didn't want to talk to.

When the man turned around again, Chess vanished and hovered behind Ella's back, out of his view. "Chessur the Cheshire Cat. But most call me Chess. Shorter. Shame. And you're...Ella?"

[fairmaiden-ofnottingham]

Sherwood Forest Treasures || Marian and Chess

[fairmaiden-ofnottingham]

The object grew larger and larger as she grew closer and closer.  It was oddly shaped and seemed to be moving, which made the maiden cautious.  Marian hunched over and squinted as she walked, trying to get a better idea of what it was.  With each curious step, the leaves continued to crunch under her feet, echoing through the silent forest.  The object was finally close enough to be seen and the realization of it made the maiden’s eyes widen back in relief. 

"Oh, why it’s only a cat," she said with a smile.  But her smile soon faded when she noticed that the cat was carrying something.  What surprised her more than the small, orange object was the cat’s mode of carrying the object.  The creature’s movements were jerky and unstable from the disuse of one leg, which made Marian lower her eyebrows in confusion and concern.  Why would it carry it like that?  Perhaps it has no teeth and cannot carry it in its mouth?  Perhaps it had no mother and was never taught how to properly carry something?

Marian’s mind raced with explanations for this unusual sight, but whatever the reason, she was going to help him.  A friendly grin returned to her face as she took a few steps closer, intent upon helping the poor creature.  But no sooner had she started towards him, a loud gasp escaped her and she stopped dead in her tracks.  

The cat disappeared.  

Marian felt her heart begin to race.  A burst of smoke and he was gone!  But what was more extraordinary was his reappearance a few feet away by a chain which he now seemed consumed with.  

Her chest was still heaving from fright as she moved her head to try to get a glimpse of his face.  Was he friendly, dangerous, mischievous?   What was it capable of?  Marian knew nothing about him except that he was indeed a magical cat.  

"Impossible."  The word escaped her with little choice of her own, and as soon as she said it, she froze, realizing that it had come much louder than she meant for it to.  What would he do when he discovered this spy?  Will he be angry?  Will he disappear again?  "Perhaps he has poor hearing," she thought and prayed.  

[madnessofacat]

For someone who had never owned anything, Chess was marvellously fascinated with objects. Things - weren't they just so curious? He had picked up the chain and was going about trying to attach the pendant onto the chain. He knew that was where it belonged. He could see how it worked in his mind, but unfortunately, disappearing cat or not, he did not own fingers that could make or create or fix such things as a necklace - the claws got in the way.

Most animals have defense mechanisms; they have to, or otherwise they won't and don't survive. Chessur's ones happened to be quite powerful, since it adapted to his habit of running away from danger. There was the disappearing, but he also had highly acute hearing particularly among his sense. It just went to show how frustrated he was over the small, trivial but puzzling dilemma, that he didn't notice the girl's presence long before she spoke.

"Impossible?" he purred. That word - he was never sure if he loved it or hated it. Without turning around, he disappeared, but the two parts of the necklace sailed through the air with him, marking his path. His disembodied voice rang out through their air, as if it could be coming from any of the trees. But the necklace stayed hanging in mid air, in front of the girl. Curious. She was a curious, he decided. "I've been told on many multiple good authorities, that there's no such thing. However it is possibly impossible that I am unable to put this together. Would you be so kind?" Chess slowly faded into view, from tail to paw to the ends of his silvery whiskers; he held out the amber pendant and the chain, his eyes as always eerily dilated.

[disnydreamr-deactivated20150410]

💜☺️

[fairmaiden-ofnottingham]

Sherwood Forest Treasures || Marian and Chess

The soft crunch of fallen leaves made Marian grin as she wandered aimlessly around the outskirts of Sherwood Forest.  The beautiful golden and red coloring of some of the trees combined with the crisp breeze that swept through the sleeping woods reminded her that it was Fall, one of her favorite times of the year.  She had always loved running through the leaves, kicking them as she went and crunching them into small, sad pieces.  She missed the little joys of childhood and would have relived it now it if it weren’t for the long dress and robe that constricted her and forced her to be proper. 

She occasionally walked to Sherwood Forest, much like the walk she enjoyed now, but never since her return had she the heart to actually enter it.  So much of her childhood had been spent there with Robin, and the thought of possibly encountering him in the nostalgic woods overwhelmed her with emotion.  The pure excitement she felt of potentially seeing him again was what always drew her there, but the intense fear of his rejection or forgetfulness was what kept her away.  As much as her heart longed for nothing more than to be with him again, she couldn’t bare the thought of learning that he had forgotten her or did not love her anymore. 

And so she walked, conflicted by her own heart and mind, and tried to focus her thoughts on the changing season.  She wrapped her hooded robe tighter around her as she walked into a shadier area of the forest.  The leaves above her fought back any sunlight that attempted to shine through and the animals that had been so active and playful just a few months before were now hidden in response to the increasing chill.  A small bird flew about however, hopping from branch to branch, singing its happy song.  Marian paused to watch him and grinned as he briefly landed on a branch beside her and flew off in front of her, in search for food. 

Her eyes eagerly followed him, enjoying the sporadicity of his flight.  He had no schedule, no rules, just time and freedom.  It was refreshing to see, considering the duties and pressures that surrounded her, and for the moment, she felt completely and utterly content.  But she was soon aroused again when her eyes caught sight of an object lying unattended amongst the fallen leaves.  She was too far from it to recognize what it was, the oddity of seeing something lying in the forest sparked her curiosity.

"How strange," she muttered to herself as she began to walk towards it.  "I wonder what it is." 

[madnessofacat]

Chess padded along the forest floor. This in itself was unusual. He hated floors. Floors were too far down, mostly. Being on the floor, or the ground, or the earth, or whatever you happened to call it, made everything seem too big for him. But he couldn't resist floating down to see what the dull orange object was. It hadn't been very obvious at first; the leaves nestled around it were almost the same colour. But sharp cat eyes picked it up easier.

It was a rock, of some sort, but softer. He cradled it in the palm of his paw, wondering where it came from. It appeared to be part of a necklace of some kind, a pendant. Not that Chess was an expert in jewellery, but there was a hook on the top that indicated it would've been hung from something, as well as it being rather pretty.

His eyes scanned about for anything else that might go with it, or a clue from where it had originated. He wasn't going to leave it, so he took it with him, walking slightly awkwardly because he hadn't walked in a long time, but also because it was difficult to walk on four legs when you were holding a polished piece of rock in one.

It didn't take him long to spot the silvery chain, draped over the ground. Frustrated with walking - it really was insipid after all - he leaped in a swirl of smoke to land beside it. Chess was so absorbed in this small, insignificant piece of treasure, he didn't notice that somebody else was approaching too.

[as-madasahatter-deactivated2016]

Tea is the Name | Cheshire and Hatter

[as-madasahatter-deactivated2016]

Hatter stepped to the left quickly, his body moving in reflex as he brandished the closest thing he had to a weapon: a sewing needle. He kept many with him for he could never be sure when a hat needed making or a fabric needed to be restitched. Though his speciality would always be hats, he was quite adept at fixing clothing and the odd curtains or such. it seemed to come with the territory. When his eyes fell upon Chess, he straightened, returning the needle to its rightful place in the cuff of his jacket. “Chess, for the love of Absolem, refrain from doing that again!” he demanded as he re-situated his hat upon his head. It had become habit for him though he was unsure of when it had begun.

Chess’ words returned to him as he glanced down at his garden, curious to see if the plants had been squished in his haste to get away from Chess. He bent to pick a few of the leaves and held them in his hand. “These will do just nicely,” he murmured to himself before returning his gaze to the cat. “Chess, though I am happy to see you as always, I hope that your reason for visiting was not just one for scaring the life out of me.” As he spoke, he reached into his coat and pulled out a vial from one of the inside pockets and placed the plant leaves he had gathered into the vial for future use in the tea that afternoon. “It can be seen as rude, though I do not see how, seeing as it is a speciality of yours.”

[madnessofacat]

On instinct, Chess disintegrated into smoke at the sight of a weapon. Even if it was a rather small weapon. It was sharp and pointy and would hurt if he was pricked with it, so that was enough for him. His eyes remained though, blinking innocently back at him. The rest of him followed when the needle was put down; his fur, which had been standing on invisible ends, relaxed. "I don't have all that much love for Absolem, though he is a fine fellow at times. I will try, but it might completely slip my mind if it ever occurs to me to do that again."

"You're very welcome." He smiled as Hatter took his words of advice, albeit startling advice, and turned them into actions. It wasn't a smug smile exactly, but one that knew he was entirely right. He was the Cheshire Cat. He specialised in being right, though nobody ever understood enough of what he was saying to realise it.

"I believe I had a reason...I was considering getting a garden, perhaps? No, that wasn't it." Chess held a paw that signaled for the man to wait. A thought was in process. "I wanted a cup of tea? No, that wasn't the reason either. Though obviously you do." He gestured vaguely to his vial, his paw rotating in gentle circles. "I needed breakfast. I needed a hat..." Trying out each sentence in his mouth, he discarded each one. "I found a dead mouse. I wanted to play a game." Chess stopped abruptly, as if he'd found enlightenment, "Do you know how to play chess, Hatter?"

[isabellezrtb-deactivated2021042]

Cheshire :3 #CheshireCat #drawing #cat #cheshire #Wonderland #Rison #GatoRison

[onbrokenglassshewalks-deactivat]

Cold Weather Settling In || Ella and Chess

[onbrokenglassshewalks-deactivat]

After she lowered her hands she looked at another stall that had jewels sparkling up at her in various arrangements. She knew she wouldn’t buy one but it still didn’t stop her from wanting to look or even want one. One in particular drew her eye, a pendant strung on a silver chain with a set of clear stones. It was beautiful but she continued on until she thought she heard a voice reply to her earlier words.

She looked around, stopping in the middle of the walk way. “Who-” She placed a hand to her head, blinking for a moment. She was just hearing things, nothing to worry about. Realizing she had held up traffic she continued on her way, finally making it to her destination. She made idle conversation with the elder man at the counter while she picked out the fabric she would need, the weather and other topics for small talk kept the atmosphere light. Ella made sure to inquire about his wife and if her cold and abated though he told her that it hadn’t.

She didn’t like hearing when others were sick, her mind working to see if she could be of any help. In the end she did recommend a few remedies sure to at least help her sore throat and to sleep better at night. It might not get rid of her cold but it would ease some of her pain.

[madnessofacat]

That was where descent into madness tended to start - thinking, firmly believing that you were just hearing things. That's where it started, because before madness, there must be sanity. His smile slyly curved impossible more around his face. Before somebody could unwittingly pick him up, mistaking him for a juicy melon and instead receiving only a rather philosophical severed cat head, he vanished.

As he passed a hat stall, he popped under it, and then bobbed back up again. One of the hats, a bowler with a sleek blue ribbon trailing, was picked up with him as he rose. It covered his cold ears, he discovered when he reformed properly, high in the sky.

There was that girl again, in a shop. He dropped out of the sky, the bowler hat tumbling with him; to anyone below who might've looked up (only one small child did though) they would only have seen the mysterious hat that swooped into the shop, tucking itself just past the door frame.

He listened for a while, unnoticed. Maybe people didn't want to see a floating hat, or maybe they were just unobservant. Slowly he made his way to the end of the counter, hearing her recommended remedies - he hadn't heard of any of them before. He didn't know what they might do, but if it was a cold, he knew just the thing. The moment the man turned around to go collect something, he made himself known - or seen as it was in his case. "A cold isn't so difficult to get rid of," he spoke smoothly. "Tricky, but not impossible. For an evaporating cat, that is."

[madnessofacat]

Heacanon #2

Though he isn't the most kind or motherly caring of people (or creatures), Chess does have a knack for healing. He's never learnt anything about medicine, but he spends so much time disappearing and then putting himself back together, he knows a lot about the body and the way it's supposed to be put together.

Alice didn't want him to 'purify' her wound from the Bandersnatch, but he actually could disinfect it to a certain extent by running a barely formed paw through the arm. Instead, he bandaged it, knowing all about pressure and how tight it should be. If he ever got the chance to deigned to take a chance, he could help with most minor illnesses, broken bones and damage to the skin. Internal damage to organs, tumours and mental diseases he can do nothing for. In fact, for mental diseases, he possibly makes it worse.

[as-madasahatter-deactivated2016]

Tea is the Name | Cheshire and Hatter

It was a quiet day as the hatter strolled throughout his garden, his eyes on each of the plants had passed by. Compared to the royal garden, it was minuscule in size, but to the hatter, it was worth more. Hatter had meticulously searched for seeds that could be carried back and planted so that tea leaves would grow. It had been a very painstakingly long process, but as the plants grew, he could not deny that every moment was worth the pain of traveling between Wonderland and topside.

Though Hatter did have many interests to hold his interest, none held his interest like tea and the elements of tea that when combined made tea a much more delightful experience. He could never decide what flavor beforehand that he wanted and instead left it up to a stroll through the garden at times. Somehow he knew what he wanted as soon as he started walking and at other times, it took hours to decide. Luckily on this day, the decision was quick and he bent down to retrieve a few peppermint leaves.

"You are chosen, it seems, but what other flavor is there? A combination does more to settle the mind and constitution than a single flavor alone. It is preposterous to think of, especially on a day like this," Hatter commented to himself before glancing at the clear sky. "No, no, there must be more. Always more. Now, what am I missing?" He stood up, keeping the leaves he had just picked securely in his hand before continuing on down the rows.

[madnessofacat]

"I should consider getting a garden," Chess mused to himself, on the other end of Hatter's garden, unnoticed as usual. He had considered getting himself a garden occasionally, especially when he visited the royal ones, but everyone and himself knew he never would. He simply wasn't the kind of cat that ever got himself a plant cutting, never mind a garden. Never mind a house to go with that garden for that matter. So when he'd let the thought pass through his mind, it did pass right through.

Slipping up behind the mad man, he tucked himself in so close, his whiskers tickled his neck. "Definitely that one there to your right. Smells like autumn leaves and vanilla." Chess had perfected the art of sneaking up behind people. In fact, he was so good, he could sneak up in front of people as well. Mostly because he spent half of his life invisible. There had been people who had mistaken him as a ghost, despiting have a rather rotund, solid belly. In the sun though, there was a light outline around him; he didn't do so well in bright sunlight, but preferred gloomy days, or the shadows of the forest.

[onbrokenglassshewalks-deactivat]

Cold Weather Settling In || Ella and Chess

With the days counting down to Thanksgiving had Ella busier than she would have expected, more so because Christmas was right around the corner. With the extra money coming in from all the gowns being made she would also be able to leave a little extra for her family. In her subconscious she hoped that her leaving her step-family some of the money she earned would soften their hearts, to show that she did care for them and perhaps be a family but for now she would have to settle for knowing they were being taken care of.

Today she walked the village, a basket in hand, to buy a few things for her shop. A particular dress needed green lace trim and another a deep purple pattern. She waved to her friends, spending a few moments to talk with them before moving from stall to stall. Though the day was mid afternoon the air still chilled her bones, once or twice blowing on her fingers to keep them warm. “Winter isn’t eve hear yet and all I want to do is be bundled in my blankets.” She whispered to herself.

[madnessofacat]

Some people worked all the time. Chess liked to watch people being so busy, doing this and doing that, getting so worried about every little thing. They always had a goal in mind, the next thing they had to do before they could check it off on some list. It was even better when he could get someone to just sit and talk about all those things they've done and the ones they still wanted to do.

There was a few people who were exceptionally busy; this girl was one. Admirable, he thought, as he traced her progress from the air, occasionally getting distracted by another passer by. She didn't seem in too much of a hurry either, so that meant he had time to whisper in an altogether ignorant woman's ear it would be a good time to return home to her husband (it was funny, the things a cat could learn, when it didn't have any cares himself).

He had sat his head in between two large melons at a fruit stall, though he wasn't fully solidified, so when someone glanced at him, he just winked and disappeared. They looked rather horrified with him, or themselves, and hurried onwards. When the girl passed by, he overheard her quiet voice.

"If that's the case, then why don't you go in search of some?"

[asundrop]

[madnessofacat]

TRICK OR TREAT!!

((So sorry this is delayed. Tumblr never shows messages))

"You’d probably find it quite difficult to trick me, but I could be wrong. Then again, I’d hate to refuse a treat."

[madnessofacat]

"Hmm, I feel like a holiday." Yawning and stretching and slowly making his way through the air that felt horribly thick. "I need to get away from this weather."

[madnessofacat]

TRICK OR TREAT!

Treat probably, dear. Unless it is all a trick, and the trick is in fact rather nicer than the treat would be. You don’t look much like a trickster though. Far too enthusiastic. Or wait a moment - maybe the trick is both? Or the trick is there’s nothing at all in it but empty words?

Or am I to give you the treat?

[madnessofacat]

DWRP Prompt - Lost In The Woods: Your character is lost in the woods and is being followed by a creature (vampire, werewolf, witch, etc). 

_______________________________

A werewolf of all things. Werewolves did not naturally inhabit Underland. Who knew where this one had come from? Chess might have mused upon the origins of the monster, but didn't have the chance since it had just risen from a heap of fur and rags on the ground, to catch his shining lamp eyes in the dark.

It had a terrible good nose. Unfortunately for Chess. Yes, it was all very well that he could vanish on instant, and to all intents and spiky things, he couldn't be harmed. He couldn't be touched, hardly seen, and he certainly couldn't be maimed by vicious claws as the werewolf attempted to do. But as he travelled in his invisible smoky form, it was impossible to just appear from place to place. He had to move there. And he left a scent behind him, a bare hint of irony (which is similar to the smell of pizza, if you were interested).

Chess did move fast though, zipping through the trees. He flopped on a branch to rest, not having done so much exercise in a long while.

The snarl from below him made him jump up to the branch above him. "Aren't you fast? Now..." he paused, in his usual methods of diversion by talking and stalling and eventually running away. Could it hear him? Probably. Could it understand him? By the looks of the slavering mouth and the frustration evident in his attempts to leap up the tree, he thought no. "You aren't interested in a philosophical debate, perchance? Very difficult to get in these part of the woods..." He trailed off again.

These part of the woods. What part of the woods? He knew most of it, despite the hanging vines and sticky climbers covering the trees made them all look the same. But he didn't know here. In his rush to get away from the creature, he'd took a wrong turning. Or a turning of some sort.

He didn't have any problem with not knowing where he was, when he wasn't looking to go anywhere. If you wanted go somewhere, however, it was nice to have directions. Spinning his head around, he pointed it in a random direction.

Remembering the words he quoted to his dear friend Alice (sort of friend) such a while ago, he almost felt a twinge of nostalgia. "Any which way at all will get me there," he muttered. "Wherever there happens to be, so long as it is where I need to be." 

"If you skipped breakfast," he called down, as he steeled his stomach for another rocket ride to outrace the werewolf's smell - he wasn't going to stay in a tree all day - "Then I thought you should know that I didn't volunteer. In case you were mistaken."

And off he was.

[madnessofacat]

Cats land on their feet || Open

Kite flying was a very curious past time which Chess had yet to encounter. He was high up in the sky, and knew to look out for birds (they were always very surprised to see him, but he would look back at them absently, as he did). But other than that, not much else met him up here. That is, until a bright red and purple thing hit him on the head. His large eyes crossed, his body flickering in and out of its wispy state, forming and reforming as he tried to collect himself.

He found himself falling, not something he'd experience in a very long time - since he was a Cheshire kitten really, scrambling for footing under his humble tree. Goodness, how time flew, he thought. And goodness, how he wasn't flying at that moment.

Chess felt very much solid as he plummetted to the ground, trying to get a grasp of all of himself. He had a feeling he might have lost his tail somewhere, but he was having difficulty twisting his head round to look.

[disneywriterspromo-blog]

[disneywritersroleplay]

Basically by reblogging this you are letting everyone know that you are in fact on hiatus. :3 It makes it easy for us, your fellow writers, and your followers to scroll down quickly and see *so and so* will be away. Just an idea use it if you wish! (Don’t forget to also send the blog an ask to tell us you’ll be going away. This is just if you want to use it.)

ADDITION: Also if you want you can add your info like skype and whatnot (NOT YOUR NUMBERS JEBUS! PM THOSE!) so you can talk to people while you do your thing!