#volatilefrost

                  “She ain’t talkin’, Majesty. I’ve done everything, but she’s tighter’an the hatter!”

         Queen Iracebeth growled in irritation, fists clenched at her sides. She’d spent decades waiting for Time’s curse to wear off to interrogate the rebel leaders properly, only to find them steeled against her best efforts!

                   It was fair to say she was a bit miffed.

sex+romance headcanons! ll accepting [down tHE shaft]

😊 Would my muse ever ask someone on a date?

Yes, but it would take a L O T of self convincing. Jerome is very timid and honestly doesn’t think he’s good enough-but, he would eventually ask someone out on a date if he really sets his mind and heart to it.

🌟 What is my muse’s sexual/romantic orientation?

Jerome is bisexual and biromantic!

🍬 Is my muse a sub, dom, or switch?

Jerome is a switch-but he often prefers to be the sub simply because domming really scares him-he’s never really taken a lot of control ever. But he tries.

🎀 Who would my muse sleep with if nobody ever had to know?

... *stares into the void* I mean...Bertrand. but low key low key

💘 What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it?

@volatilefrost

The Hatter attempted to find what the Knight had said should be known as “the White”. 

Your Opponent. Your weapon. Take all else away, except what can be and should be your weapons, if you would choose. Let all other thoughts - all other things - sink while you swim in a field of - 

A harsh cackle, a flicker of flame, and all was eaten away. 

He awoke as he would from a nightmare - knowing with the uneasiness that he had lived and breathed it, sweat soaking the off-white shirt he wore for practice. Except this time he wielded a broadsword rather than a bedlamp against the horrors of his own conjuring.

Not entirely true, that. He picked himself up gingerly, trying not to cut himself on the errant woodchips gouged and hacked from the practice figures around the yard. One with a crude carving of the Knave of Hearts’ head seemed to have suffered half a dozen more fatal stab wounds than was absolutely necessary. 

Getting to Know You ll The King and I

     His hands rest on his lap and his posture seems far too perfect-stiff, almost-but there is n o t h i n g stiff about the smile that forms on his face.