#splitcards

[muraenide]

Ah... how unfortunate. He's being short listed as a stand-in, rather than one of the main participants. However, it would be terribly convenient if something were to happen to Idia-san the night before the event, wouldn't it?

[jinanreona]

Cater sends a photo of Leona's sleeping face and a kitten snoring side-by-side, alongside the message, "what's the difference between these two images? 🤔"

Then a follow-up message, "It means you're super cute like a kitty, Leona. I keep hearing Lilia saying the same. ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)" "

@splitcards

The only indication Leona had even noticed the message was the 'read' label proving he'd at one point opened it. Other than that, the housewarden hadn't replied back, though this wasn't rare for him given his very busy schedule. Perhaps Cater wouldn't get a reaction for his antics.

And yet, the beastman happens to bump into the redhead during lunch the next day. An obvious coincidence, of course. Never mind the way Leona's eyes lock on the other the moment he spots him, flashing him a sardonic smirk once he's caught up to him.

"Hey, about yesterday," he begins, not bothering to specify more than that. "Thought I told you I didn't like pictures; not really my thing~" Leona assumed Cater had understood where he was coming from after his last birthday. Surely, the guy wouldn't be so rude as to sneak candid pictures of a sleeping lion.

"So go ahead and delete them." It comes off as an order, even if the housewarden makes no move to push Cater into doing it then and there. If anything, he looks disappointed, wondering if the picture was Lilia's idea somehow. The bat brat was always finding creative ways to get under his skin.

"Tch, are you trying to find things to post or something? If you're gonna sneak around and snap pictures, at least go for the guys that can actually get you an audience, like Vil or the damn lizard. No one's gonna look at some second prince~"

He was being oh so kind and offering Cater this advice. Of course if the other still refused to leave the lion out of future photoshoots, Leona wasn't above trying some... gentle persuasion~

[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—"

[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.”

[oasismade-moved]

@splitcards

“Hey Cater!” Kalim knocked on the door of the room Cater was in. “You don’t need help changing into the outfit do you? I know from experience it can get a little confusing!” 

[queensconquest]

splitcards said:✍️ + zeref, maybe? all the ft content made me nostalgic 🥺

( SEND  ✍️ + A CHARACTER NAME AND I’LL TRY WRITING THEM  )

   This  was  a  fun  game  to  pass  the  time.  (  No.  No  it  wasn’t.  Or  was  it  ?  Yes.  Yes  It  was.  No.  )  It  was  sometime  to  do  until  the  time  was  right  regardless  of  the  matter  on  his  little  simulation  game.  Everyone  around  him  was  nothing  more  than  a  pawn.  A  ghost  ,  nothing  significant.  Nothing  but  players  in  this  growing  simulation.

   “  Natsu...  “  Zeref  stared  out  over  the  empire  ,  one  of  his  rare  visits  to  the  kingdom  he  had  created.  “  How  much  longer  do  I  have  to  wait  ,  Natsu  ?  I’m  tired.  “  Hurry.  Hurry  and  get  stronger  ,  so  you  can  strike  me  down.  E.N.D.  Natsu.  One  of  his  final  hopes.  That  would  be  a  good  way  to  go.  Seeing  his  little  brother  strike  him  down  and  freeing  him  from  this  curse.  “  It  won’t  be  much  longer  now.  I  won’t  let  it  be.  “  

[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.

[muraenide]

@crimsontyrant​​ replied:   riddle cant ever have peace, not even in his own /house/ 😂😭

@untowonder​​ replied:   No forgiveness, only mild irritation

@splitcards​​ replied:   cater is the only one who is going to enjoy the tea from this mess

No forgiveness? He’s just going to help himself moving into Heartslabyul and work remote for Azul. He’d set up his base camp in the dorm’s dumpster outside of Marianne’s room, he doesn’t care. The moment she opens her window his voice would be the first thing she hears. The moment she draws her curtain apart his face is going to be the first thing she sees.