#cardverseau

[zethsdumpster]

@nowthatswhaticallpunk 's Cardverse, my beloved

[zethsdumpster]

Ace is not allowed into any important/official event or unbirthday unless he's wearing a shirt (the one in the fourth pic was not allowed tho, much to Ace's chagrin)

Jejejejejeje @nowthatswhaticallpunk

[zethsdumpster]

I apparently hadn't posted these already??????

Anyway some lil pieces inspired by @nowthatswhaticallpunk 's fic (second part of the Cardverse) Cold Deck and I NEED y'all to go read it PLEASE from the first part All In

I SWEAR you'll probably love it too uwu

[zethsdumpster]

[ienjoybeinganenglishgirl]

Have a sobbing Alice in a ball gown, crying to no end on her couch.

Cinderella doesn't get a happy ending.

[ienjoybeinganenglishgirl]

Out in the Gardens, pruning weeds.

Alice was currently in the place where she fell from the sky, the gardens slightly soothing to her. Trying to pull out a particularly strong weed she cut herself on her finger. 

Seeing the small cut she nearly said the small chant she needed to fix it until she remembered her promise. curling up in a small ball she felt so alone. "They don't understand, it's a part of me, how can they take a part of who I am?"

[ienjoybeinganenglishgirl]

Alice sat down to write a letter.

Dear Oliver,

I fear that my anger has lead you to fear for your life, and while last night it was just I fear I have dishonored my place as a proper lady to not properly explain to you why the kings punishment of taking away my magic was so hurtful.

I was born a witch, I was born with magic and I am a magical being, to take away my magic is insulting my culture and my people. It is akin to take away a person's culture. 

I hope you can forgive me for being so violent earlier and I want to make it up to you.

Sincerely, 

Alice.

[ienjoybeinganenglishgirl]

Done with cleaning for today.

Her wounds hurt like hell, she didn't sleep last night and she trusts absolutely no one in the castle. Needless to say she spent her time trying to avoid any any everyone. Passing out on her bed without eating dinner, or lunch, or breakfast for that matter, and locking the door she was taking the damn day off tomorrow. And if the person at the door wasn't Alfred Jones, they could go to hell.