wikipedia [he/him]

'wiki! you're so serious!' me:

he's the god of love and lust, and if it means breaking the rules to have that, well he's certainly not complaining /j

tanu is pansexual

oh god yeah, thatll be a Thing in the future if we prove that some animals are sophontic

tbh, they have emotions and such, im willing to class it as similar enough to warrant the term same also, fun fact, not always! its actually more likely to be the cannibalistic spiders

the spiders brain is actually located primarily within the web! when the web is taken away, these cogitative abilities go down! ^^ 'It's part of a theory of mind known as "extended cognition," and humans utilize it too. For instance, we might like to think of our minds as contained in our heads, but we rely on a number of structures outside of our heads (and even outside of our bodies) to help us think. Computers and calculators are an obvious example. We organize our living spaces to help us remember where things are, we jot notes, and we take photographs or store mementos. But these examples pale in comparison to how a spider's thinking is interwoven with its web. Scientists are discovering that some spiders possess cognitive abilities rivalling those of mammals and birds (such as crows), including foresight and planning, complex learning, and even the capacity to be surprised.'

new study published that proves spiders have the same cogitative abilities as crows

i wonder who this could possibly be?

hatter tuts. "different worlds aren't meant to interact."

the hat is soft- softer than anything you've ever felt, but it drags against your mind like sandpaper.

yup!

"nobody can die in wonderland, not really. we just learn to deal with it." he laughs, harsh. "i would know. highest death-life toll in wonderland. there's a leaderboard." he chokes the word out, as if it were poisoning him. "it's by the golden tree covered in feathers."

"...you get used to it after a while. i've had worse things happen to punish me in my dead-life."

"i entered illegally." hatter mutters, idly sewing the velvet of a hat. "the queens need to send me back home, and they need a hat to do it, but i'm the only one who can make the hats well enough for one to even start to become a conduit. so, hat then punishment then hat then punishment-" he continues to rattle the loop on, eyes low and tail twitching.

"these things costed my dead-life, life-dead all over," he pauses. "they act as conduits to magic," hatter laughs, and his paw rubs at his neck. "but only if made correctly- and every hat made that wasn't a conduit, the queens had me decapitated." he stares, warily, at the hats. "i have made over four thousand hats. none of them have worked yet."

with all the ferocity i can manage

"ah, yes, how forgetful of me." he says, dull, broken, all over again. "they're here to make the hats too," he adds, after an uncomfortable beat of silence. "wasn't always one cat," hatter mutters, opening the faintly glowing door- to a large crafting room. the sun filters through a window above you all, and in the middle of the room various hats are thrown about in different states of disrepair. scissors and needles, felt and thread are all accumulated on the table, and on the wall to your left, there is a lighted rack of hats all similar to the one the hatter is wearing.

hatter ignores the quip, raising an eyebrow at Gylra (as if to question her). then, he turns to Mika, with a sigh. "why do you think the queens gave me it, hm?" he does the same dry laugh as before, padding down the hallway, making his way down towards one with a faint glow. some of the doors rattle in their place as he passes.

yup!

maybe we can find a carcass?

Inside is larger than you could have imagined. The living room is expansive, with a bar at the edge and a table in the center. There's a large hallway at the end of the room, and you can already see the many rooms through the dark. @Clover @Flower

hatter shakes his head. "no, that seems to just be the colour of water in this world. the clouds are purple too."