Pseudo-Transparent Smiles

"Clever got me this far, then Tricky got me in, Eye on what I'm after, I don't need another friend. Smile and drop the cliche, Til you think I'm listening, I'll take just what I came for, then I'm out the door again." [Indie!RP blog for the Cheshire cat. He's not affiliated with any 'verse, and can be nearly anywhere. Mun and Muse are 18+, please READ BIO and RULES before interaction]

[pseudotransparentsmiles]

↪ {{ behind my smile is a hurting ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ                 behind my laugh I’m                 f a l l i n g                                                                                 —apart       }}

[diebeskunst-archive]

                       If you lose,                                 you die.

                If you win,                        you live.

                 If you don’t fight,                     you can’t win!

[guidetoclassy]

[pseudotransparentsmiles]

demented-king

Oh, now this was interesting. THIS was new.  One thing that Ches could pride himself on was his ethereal form, his ability to shift and change at will to whatever he pleased.  In that vein of thought, he jumped, letting smoke coalesce in mid-air into something a little more....familiar.  Just to show off.

"You are new~  I like new things.  Who are you exactly~?"

[kingofwonder]

ℋ — “Ches,” Almost to spite him, a sharply whistling kettle shimmered into being beside him. Hatter pulled a tea cup from his pocket and set it down for the cat. “Cream and sugar.” He murmured, absently patting at his pockets and then sighing as he found the small dishes. “I haven’t seen you in a long time.”

[pseudotransparentsmiles]

The feline slowly settled himself, giggling as Wonderland offered him, of all folk, TEA.  He never left.  Not since his soul had drifted here, left to be as it would.  Even in this form he let off small bursts of smoke, the tendrils curling about his ears and dark hair, "It has been quite so long.  Extra cream, if you please~"

[kingofwonder]

ℋ — A small blip in a whirlwind of larger ones. He was off his head, and he knew it. Hadn’t there once been a saying? One of the Alice’s whispered it to him. If you think you are mad, you must not be, for mad people do not have their heads. But where was his head? Perhaps the fae used it in their kicking game. That would make sense of the pain. Sense. Nothing made sense here. Here knew only madness. Here was only the hatter, properly off his head.

[pseudotransparentsmiles]

Oh today was a lazy day, leaving him lounging about in idle feline form atop a tree.  It was the sound of a man he'd missed, a man who was currently, if his state was any indication, in need of a head, and quite desperately so.  A somersault, and the ethereal gray tabby was upon the ground, slinking towards his hatter with sparkling glee in his green eyes.  Yes.  This was going to be fun.  He shifted, in a twirl of smoke, to a full figure, a man,

"Hello, Hatter."