if boys don't cry not a man am i

you can find this muse at @grcymorals !!!

“Vacuums are, apparently, an irrational fear. Which I don’t understand. They’re so loud! And powerful! I don’t like them one bit, no sir.”

“As you were mine.” But friends were never something Atty placed much value in. Probably because friendship on the Isle was a fragile thing, especially during Atty’s formative years. So getting too close to people could spell trouble, even if it never crossed any further than platonic. So Atty’s reaction was much more subdued, his calm, almost disinterested reaction more of a learned defense, in comparison to the prince’s exuberance. It wasn’t that he didn’t care at all, he just...couldn’t care as much as they did. “Yes, it’s been quite some time, hasn’t it? But you have a memorable personality. Could never forget that.” Their name, though, was another story.

“It...is known as a tragedy. But it’s also a romance. The tragedy isn’t purely that they died. It’s much deeper than that. The tragedy is that their feelings were innocent and pure, would have made for a wonderful romance to watch unfold, but their families couldn’t set aside their hatred for each other for their own children’s sake, and they felt forced into deeper commitments than they should have been, and it took the death of innocence for them to realize it. Simply regarding it as a tragedy because someone died is a good starting point, but you miss the overall message of the story.” Atty found it much easier to look for deeper meanings. He always had. The impossibility and nonsense of his place of origin meant his mind didn’t quite work like everyone else’s, and his initial approach was always seen as a bit strange. It meant he was perfect for studying Shakespeare.

like this for a starter from attyson!! if you have multiple muses pls specify which one

Well. That wasn’t a reaction Atty had a readily prepared response for. Come to think of it, it was rather odd. He hadn’t been a cat in quite some time, not since the decree. A decree he didn’t entirely understand back then, and one he still didn’t understand now. Wonderland had its villains, but the Cheshire Cat was not one of them, not in Atty’s opinion. And he’d been human ever since being left on the Isle. So...this person was from Wonderland. Atty tried to click through his friends from back then, memories somewhat hazy and names evading him entirely. “Would you, perchance...” he began, one sneaking suspicion not leaving him. He could only recall one childhood friend with this much exuberance. “Be the white haired prince? You’ll have to forgive me, so much time on the Isle weakens the mind, it would seem.”

Atty spotted them fairly quickly, immediately intrigued. Look, call him shallow, or a stereotype, or whatever, but he was a sucker for the aesthetic this person had going on. Tattoos and just-too-long hair and black skinny jeans checked off a good number of boxes, and Atty had to at least acquaint himself with them. He had to. “Uh, hi.” Not exactly his smoothest greeting, but some people found the slightest awkward approach adorable, and he was gonna work with what he had here. “I don’t think we’ve met? Which, really, is a shame. You’re pretty. I’m Attyson. Funny how well that goes together.”

“They pull me away from my home to an incredibly topsy turvy island for...has it been twenty years already? Twenty years, they trap me and my kind there,” the word is spat with venom, a sort of bitterness that had been aging two decades, the sort one simply cannot grow in Wonderland, “And now they drop us all here and expect us to, what, assimilate? How am I meant to do that? What on Earth is a frappuccino? Why do they have so many doors? And why, might I ask, does everyone find it appropriate to stare at me? I’m aware I’m beautiful, but there’s no need to gawk.”

though it’s been years since he himself was a cat, his father had been a cat for much longer, so atty still learned quite a few feline mannerisms from him. basically, atty’s a dick, but if he loves you, he loves you. also don’t leave your drinking glass near him bc it will Hit The Floor