#A MAN AS MAD AS A HATTER「musings」

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Cheshire, Darling

Yandere Jervis Tetch x Fem!Reader

Prompt- “Please, don’t leave me.”

Warnings- Kidnapping, Slightly Delusional Jervis, Stockholm Syndrome, Forced Kiss, Reader isn't currently hypnotized but has been by Jervis before, Use of Y/n, 2nd Person Pov

"Always smiling yet you frown so deeply why is that so, hmm, Cheshire, darling?" His eyes seem to bore so deeply into your own.

You sat tucked on the couch, pink dress fluffed around your ankles you'd pulled up with you. A few stray tears staining your pretty face. A prominent pout lining plump lips.

In all honesty you felt embarrassed, you didn't want him near you, you didn't. Yet, you felt so lonely. So incredibly empty with no one but these mindless drones around. Tweedledee and Tweedledum offer no comfort in your panic and tears. The only person to give you any reprieve was the very man who caused almost, if not all, of your distress.

You didn't want him. You didn't want Jervis Tetch, but if you had to choose between him and the rooms shrouded in loneliness you'd have to choose the crazy company, and that angered you beyond words.

"My dear, I know you can hear." Jervis says with an edge in his perceived calm voice.

A glare passes your eyes. "I don't want you." You say adamantly. You see the frown that presses on his own face. "But, I don't want you to leave..." Your voice trails away and you curl into yourself more.

A smile threatens to break his mask of concern. "What an unfortunate situation." He feigns care and sits next to you. "It truly is such a pity, pretty kitty. So much turmoil."

Jervis sits next to you and unfurls your legs. Laying them across his lap, he moves the laced stockings down, and he massages the flesh softly.

A soft smile slides onto his face as he gazes at you. "You do realize, I hope, that I mean only to love you, as long as it may take for you to reciprocate. I can wait."

"Yet you couldn't wait to kidnap me." You snap silently.

He squeezes your leg a bit too hard this time.

"I only wanted to protect you. This city," His laugh is noiselessly manic. "It is completely unsafe for you, my darling Cheshire, a sweet girl who follows no rules is bound to get hurt." Jervis insists heavily.

"And you think you aren't hurting me?" You emphasize as well.

"I do not harm you." He says solemnly. Suddenly losing interest in your legs and pulling you into his lap completely.

He cups your face with his larger hands, and when you rest your hands on his shoulders his brown hair scratches the backs of them.

His voice is low as he talks. "I would never hurt you." An underlying madness lingers in his eyes.

"But you are..." You whisper. His grip tightens and you debate continuing to speak. "Every day spent alone," An infuriated laugh passes your lips which curl into a snarl like smile. "It's maddening. I'm so confused with every passing second. I don't even know how long it's been." Your breath catches. Tears roll down your cheeks and pass a pitiful smile. "It hurts."

You shake in the jaunty hatters hold. You felt deranged, but how else could you find the gratification you craved? How else could you get him to understand?

Jervis' hand comes up to pet your hair and he leads your face into his neck.

"Y/n, darling... My beautiful muse, you must forgive me." He says as he combs his hands through your hair. "I had no idea you'd been suffering so terribly."

Despite yourself, you wanted to believe him, but his voice betrayed the happiness he felt at breaking down those walls of yours.

"You're not sorry..." You murmur into his neck. You felt like a fool.

"Oh, but I am!" He contends. "I never meant to defile such a lovely smile."

Jervis kisses the side of your head. You feel nauseated. He holds your head up to look at him and moves on to kiss your cheek. You can't help, but cry. He kisses the crook of your neck. You'd really rather cuddle. He kisses your lips softly and sweetly. You wish he would've left you alone. He kisses the tears on your face. You want him to hold you tighter.

He lets out a sigh and looks at his clock. "I apologize, my darling girl, but despite the affairs of the heart, I believe it's time for me to depart." He says sliding you off his lap and standing.

A beat skipped in your chest. After all this he was going to leave you again. Underneath it all, how sadistic can he be?

You grab his hand before he can fully turn away "Please," You breathe out shakily. "Please, don't leave me."

A smile blossoms on his face once more.

"I'm afraid I must go. Cheshire, my dear, you'll be alright without me, that you must know." He smiles sweetly, but a darkness lingers in his eyes.

"No I won't!" You urge pulling his hand towards your chest. "Please, I don't want to be alone... Hatter don't go..." You whine out. You sound desperate, miserable.

"I suppose," Jervis glances at the door. "I could stay just a bit longer." He smiles and sits back down. You practically throw yourself at him and he laughs.

You really do hate him.

But...

When faced with him or being alone, you'll always have to choose him.

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ALICE IN WONDERLAND AU ♤ PART 4: TAEHYUNG

My works are 14+ ONLY. If you’re under 14 DO NOT interact with me or any of my works

Pairing: Mad Hatter!Taehyung x fem reader

Word count: 2,432

Your journey led you to a small, broken gate that had an old sign hanging from it reading: Tea party this way! Both you and Yoongi came to a stop as you read the sign.

Yoongi kicked the gate open abruptly and walked through, all the while keeping an indifferent expression. Making your way down a small, sloping hill you were able to get a look at your new surroundings. The area looked abandoned, a rotting windmill being the only thing left standing.

There was a small, dirt path that you followed Yoongi down. From that point, you could see a huge table sitting out in the middle of nowhere, the windmill standing just beyond the setup. Tea cups, broken glass, and an assortment of small desserts littered the tabletop. Mismatched chairs were set around it, every single one unoccupied.

Seated at the head of the table was a man dressed in a fancy, vivid purple robe made of silk. Underneath was an equally as vibrant hot pink shirt which was unbuttoned to show off the many gold necklaces adorning his neck. Sitting atop his head was a crazy-looking top hat that was wider at the crown and slanted ever so slightly. Wrapped around the band of the hat was a silky ribbon of the same hot pink as his shirt, a slip of paper tucked into it with the number 10/6 on it. He was laughing joyously, clinking his teacup with what appeared to be a dormouse in a red coat.

This must be the Hatter. You mused.

He was handsome. So handsome, in fact, that he didn't seem real. Though everyone you had met so far was like that.

Yoongi cleared his throat to announce your presence, the man looking up from his spot at the table, his eyes widening in recognition.

"Y/n." He whispered to himself. He jumped up from his seat and hurried straight across the table, knocking everything over as he did so.

"Y/n! It's you!" He exclaimed cheerfully.

Leaping off the table, he eagerly approached, grabbing the sides of your face and planting a firm kiss to your lips, pulling away with a loud smooch sound.

His bizarre and very abrupt display of affection caught you off guard. The Hatter grinned widely, not phased at all by what he had just done. It seemed as if he wasn't even aware that his actions were anything but normal.

Your eyes were blown wide in shock. Being kissed right on the mouth was not what you expected when you envisioned your meeting with the Hatter.

"It is you, isn't it?" He asked squishing your cheeks between his lace glove-clad hands.

"Yes." You had said, but it came out as "Yesh."

"I knew it!" He grinned showing off a unique boxy smile before wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug.

Just as you were about to ask him to loosen his grip (because he was squeezing the life out of you), he let go and moved to hug Yoongi.

"Oh, Yoongi!" He gushed enthusiastically. "Thank you so much for bringing her to me! Though I sent Jungkook to bring her so I must say I'm a little surprised." He murmured. "Oh well. Y/n is back and that's all that matters!"

"She doesn't remember." Yoongi spoke flatly, breaking the news right away.

The crazy man's cheerful attitude disappeared immediately, his face going somber.

"She doesn't?" He asked, his chipper tone now disheartened.

Yoongi shook his head.

"You don't remember who I am?" The man turned to you, his brown irises searching your face desperately.

"Jungkook said people call you Hatter, but that's all I know."

He frowned when you said that. You didn't know his name.

"I'm sorry." You apologized. "I wish I could remember."

Hatter's bottom lip jutted out in disappointment. "Well, never mind that. There's no time to be sad, we have a tea party to attend!" His cheerful attitude was back in the blink of an eye. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Taehyung." He took a bow, removing his hat.

You took notice of his uniquely-colored hair which sported a pale pink color that resembled cotton candy.

"Nice to meet you... again."

"Turn that frown upside down, dear Y/n! Your memories are sure to return at some point. In the meantime, why don't you rest your weary bones? I'm sure you're tired from your journey. Have a seat." He took hold of your hand and pulled you towards the table, guiding you to the chair situated to the left of his.

"Yoongi, my friend. Join us!" Taehyung waved him over.

"I don't know. I'm pretty tired."

"Don't be a party pooper. C'mon! We've got all kinds of tea. I also picked some mandarins earlier today." Taehyung gestured to a 3-tier cupcake stand which had the citrus fruit displayed on it instead of sweet treats.

Yoongi's ears perked up at the mention of mandarin oranges, his eyes brightening.

"I suppose it wouldn't kill me to stay for a little while."

"That's the spirit!" Taehyung clasped his hands together.

Yoongi flopped down in a nearby chair and kicked his legs up on the table. Taehyung was quick to pour him up a hot cup of tea and serve it along with an orange. Yoongi wasted no time snatching up the citrus and peeling it.

"Y/n, would you like some tea?" Taehyung offered.

"Sure. I'll have a cup."

Taehyung grabbed a chipped teacup off the table and poured some steaming tea into it, offering it to you with a smile. You thanked him, your eyes momentarily scanning the cluttered tabletop. The sound of something lightly scooting along the wood of the table grabbed your attention. The dormouse you saw earlier was pushing a glass container with sugar cubes inside towards you.

"Oh! Um. Thank you."

Lifting the lid, you plucked a couple cubes from the container and dropped them into your tea, stirring them around with a small spoon. The dormouse then scampered off, scrambling into an empty overturned teapot.

Lifting the cup to your lips, you took a sip. The tea was warm and tasted wonderful.

You hummed softly at the flavor, not bothering to question how it was brewed in the middle of nowhere. With everything you'd experienced this far, you wouldn't question anything about this place.

"Where is Jungkook?" Taehyung asked. "I sent him to bring you here."

"Oh." A frown etched into your features. "The bandersnatch attacked us. Jungkook and Jimin stayed behind to fight it."

"Jimin too? Are they alright?"

"I don't know."

"I told her they're strong and don't back down easily." Yoongi mentioned.

"That's true." Nodded Taehyung.

"If that's the case, then I hope I see them again." You murmured, going to take a sip of tea.

"Oh my!"

Taehyung's sudden exclamation had you lowering your cup. "What?"

"If the bandersnatch was after you, then that means..." His sentence went unfinished as a horrified look flashed across his features, his eyes glazed over and distant. "That means..."

Leaning forward, you waited for him to finish what he was saying, but he only stopped and reached into his pocket, pulling out a watch.

"It's time for tea!" He announced cheerily.

"What?"

He didn't even finish what he was saying.

"Here have some more!" Taehyung insisted, pouring more of the warm beverage into both yours and Yoongi's cups.

"He gets like this." Yoongi informed you from across the table, pointing to his head and doing a twisting gesture. "I told you he's off his rocker."

"Off my rocker?" Taehyung echoed Yoongi's words, seeming to tune into what was being said about him. "Are you saying I'm mad?"

"Of course you are."

"I'm just eccentric and have odd habits is all." Taehyung huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I'll say." Yoongi rolled his eyes.

"And what's so wrong about being eccentric? Hm? There's nothing wrong with it. Not at all."

"What were you saying, Taehyung?" You inquired, cutting his tangent short.

"Oh yes! If the bandersnatch was after you then that means the Red King wants you."

"Me?"

"That's what I just said, silly goose." Taehyung tittered, ruffling your hair.

Using your fingers to comb through your hair, you attempted to smooth out the strands wether they were messed up or not.

"Anyway, a while back the Red King sent some of his goons to spy on you and see how you grew up. He wanted to kidnap you and keep you for himself. Luckily, I caught wind of the plan and decided to send Jungkook to get you and bring you to me. That way you'd be safe." He puffed out his chest proudly.

"Yeah she'll be safe alright." Yoongi rolled his eyes.

"She will! I'm totally capable of it! I'll keep my Y/n safe." He turned to you with a smile.

"Your Y/n?" Yoongi's questioned, sitting up.

"Yeah."

"She's not yours."

"She's not yours either."

"I kissed her." Yoongi grinned smugly.

"So did I."

"Mine was a real kiss. Go on, ask her."

Taehyung turned to you, raising his brows in silent question, waiting for you to respond.

Yoongi stared, prompting you to respond.

"It happened so suddenly and it was over before I knew what he had done."

That was a tiny lie. The kiss was sudden and short, but once your brain caught up with what had happened, you did let yourself enjoy the moment, albeit short-lived.

"But you liked it." Yoongi smirked resting his elbows on the table while leaning towards you.

Thankfully, you weren't given the opportunity to respond as Taehyung cut in.

"Well, I kissed you too."

"You bombarded her." Yoongi responded for you. "At least there was some buildup for mine. You just ran up and slammed your lips to hers. She didn't even know it was coming."

He was right. Though it wasn't totally unpleasant it was unorthodox.

"Oh." It's as if Taehyung realized for the first time that what he had done wasn't considered normal. "I guess I got ahead of myself."

"Well, it doesn't matter because I kissed her first."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means she's mine." Yoongi hissed.

"What if she doesn't want to be yours?"

"What if she doesn't want to be yours?" Yoongi turned the question on Taehyung.

"I want her though."

"Everyone wants her!" Yoongi raised his voice. "Why do you think The Red King is after her? He likes her! So does The White King! Jungkook, Jimin, Namjoon, you, me! We all want her!"

You sat frozen in shock as Yoongi and Taehyung bickered and shouted at each other, arguing over... you.

This is madness.

"Hey. Guys, please stop. I'm feeling really overwhelmed."

They didn't hear you, too engrossed in their own petty argument. Standing up from your chair, you cleared your throat.

"Guys." You raised your voice a little in hopes to gain their attention.

They continued to argue.

This has to be a dream because this? This is absolutely ridiculous. The way these two were fighting over you of all people was so not realistic. Forget what Jungkook and Jimin said. This isn't real. It can't be.

"Guys!" You exploded, yelling at the top of your lungs. "Cut it out already!"

They both froze right where they were. Taehyung had gotten up from his seat and was gripping the collar of Yoongi's shirt while the cat hybrid had one of his hands clenched in a fist, ready to strike the Hatter in the jaw.

"Please just stop." You begged through an exasperated sigh. "I'm overwhelmed by all of this already and the arguing isn't helping. So please quit fighting."

"Sorry Y/n." They mumbled collectively.

You dropped back down into your chair, reaching forward to take a sip of tea, letting the warm liquid calm you a bit.

Taehyung was the first to speak. "We shouldn't have gotten so heated, especially over you."

"He's right." Yoongi agreed.

"Thanks you two." Your finger traced absentmindedly over the swirls on the teacup in your hands.

Silence hung in the air for a few moments before you broke it by speaking.

"Tae?"

The Hatter's eyes widened, even Yoongi had a surprised expression on his face.

"You called me Tae."

"I... did." Your brows furrowed.

Where did that come from? How odd. The nickname slipped out like it was second nature, as if that was something you referred to him as all the time.

The expression on Taehyung's face melted into one of nostalgia. "That's what you called me when you came to Wonderland all those years ago."

"I did?"

"Yes." He nodded vigorously. "If you remember the nickname you gave me, then you must remember everything else, right?"

"That would make sense. Yes." You nodded.

"Maybe you'll get your memory back after all." Yoongi cracked a small smile.

For the first time since stepping foot in this place called Wonderland, you felt hope that your memories would return.

The sound of marching feet echoed in the distance, the disturbance causing you to scan the area for the source of the noise. Yoongi and Taehyung both looked alert.

"Oh no." Yoongi mumbled.

"What? Who is that?"

"It's The Red King's knights. I'd guess they somehow found out you're here in Wonderland." Taehyung's face paled. "Y/n, you need make yourself scarce right away."

"Where do I go?"

"I don't know. Away from here."

"What about you?"

"Someone's gotta distract them." He winked. "Don't you worry. Tae has got this all under control." He tipped his hat.

"I wish you luck. You too, Yoongi."

"Oh, I'll be fine. I can disappear whenever I want. It's him you should be worried about." He gestured to Taehyung.

"Go somewhere safe, Y/n. I'll look for you." Taehyung assured, ignoring Yoongi's slight jab at him.

With a single nod, you took off, darting away from the tea party set up in the middle of nowhere. As you ran, you heard faint voices behind you in the distance.

"So, Taehyung. It's been a while, hasn't it? We heard Y/n is back." A man's voice spoke, his tone obnoxiously arrogant.

"She is? Since when? I'm actually kind of offended no one thought to inform me." He sighed dramatically. "I'm always out of the loop."

You let out a light chuckle and shook shook your head as you fled. That Taehyung sure is something. Even in the face of danger he managed to put on a completely clueless demeanor. He may be mad, but he's clever.

➯ Part 5: Namjoon

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turning batman WOKE(/j): my au notes

i like to call this au “batman: growing pains” due to the fact that batman isn’t bruce wayne during the arc.

SEND ME ASKS ABOUT THIS PRETTY PLEASE I NEED TO DEVELOP THIS FURTHER.

certain characters such as catwoman, the penguin, and mister freeze only exist as average gothamites or petty criminals working under batman’s radar.

this au is set within the burton universe. characters and plot events are altered as such.

batman:

ok so the actual bruce wayne is basically on vacation after his fight with the joker or whatever. during this vacation, he informally adopts dick grayson and trains him to stand in for batman.

dick doesn’t fw this (he wants to be original) but temporarily “becomes” batman anyway. at the end of this arc, he becomes nightwing. batman’s design is also different in this au, with the ears pointing backwards instead of straight up for aerodynamics.

honestly he doesn’t know how to do the hero thing at first and initially gets mistaken for a petty robber impersonating batman. bruce finds this a bit funny, but doesn’t dunk on dick for it.

dick is a law major and acrobatic legend on his campus (unrelated), and ensures that his villains get the sentence they deserve. once he’s done beating the beans outta them. again, the batman thing is temporary, so once he’s done with it he mostly focuses on being a lawyer. and also nightwing.

“the joker”:

the joker (jack napier) is very dead in this au. that’s where joseph fletcher, nightwing’s college friend, comes in. a gymnast with early-onset alzheimer’s, napier’s brain matter is transfused into joseph’s as part of an experimental treatment.

this treatment works, but only partially. though he can remember and comprehend perfectly now, he occasionally has “lapses”- times in which he acts drastically different. he goes from shy and awkward to cunning and erratic. these “lapses” have no known triggers.

no longer the joker, jack/joseph take on the collective pseudonym of thale (the male form of thalia, the muse of comedy) and become an anti-hero of sorts working alongside nightwing. thale’s personality is split, but not to the extremity of two-face.

he is capable of making second-generation smylex (labeled genB by bruce) with a variety of different effects based on intensity of exposure.

the riddler and the mad hatter:

the two main villains in this au and identical twin brothers. geniuses with IQs over 125, randall and ryder geigler (pronounced like giggler) are batman’s main foils.

randall is the riddler, and ryder is the mad hatter. both obsessed with mind control and the human brain, they assist each other in their research. this leads to them becoming guinea pigs for the other.

ryder has autistic tendencies and spends every waking moment thinking about alice in wonderland, even when it’s inconvenient to. he owns every book in the series and talks about them frequently.

randall, on the other hand, is obsessively attempting to find out who the first batman was. he has a few theories.

harley quinn:

oh no!!1!!!1!2!1 harley quinn in this au is trans!!1!1!1! what will we do??/?/???/?/??

upon becoming a cop after getting a psychology degree, arlene quinzel (originally arlene hunt- we’ll get to that in a bit) meets dick grayson in a moment of weakness and learns his dual identity. she can’t tell anyone, though, as randall sabotages her by pushing her into a vat of acid.

arlene is somewhat distantly related to alicia hunt, being born of a fling that alicia’s cousin had with another man.

she’s not obsessed with the joker after her little accident, though. because the joker is dead. i need to make a note of that. she’s a separate villain that primarily targets the GCPD from the inside.

two-face:

thanks to being sabotaged by a vial of flammable toxin being thrown at his face at just the right time, harvey dent became two-face. the half of his face that’s damaged is subtle though, just subtle enough that you can tell it’s off.

one side of him has strict policies on anti-crime, the other side is more “lenient”. that being said, he’s by no means a true villain, more an antivillain.

the coin still decides how he acts; the damaged side now means that he advocates for the criminals and villains and ensures that they walk free, the shiny side means he persecutes them.

he tries his best not to be too harsh, but it has been difficult with these new cases coming in. so why doesn’t harvey just take the day off and let yherva (the name of his “other half”, pronounced like yerba but with a v instead of a b) free all these petty criminals from their filthy prison cells so he can catch them again?

killer moth:

killer moth is my favorite batman villain. he’s in this au.

a conspiracy theorist dons a batman-adjacent costume purely to make him look bad. isn’t that the plot of a batman comic?

he’s being paid to make batman look bad by the geigler brothers.

yeah i just. i really enjoy killer moth. stan drury walker!!!!1!

other stuff:

the court of owls use a modified smylex genA as a primary weapon for their talons. genB is easier to make, but harder to come across.

the scarecrow uses mustard fumes, capsaicin spray, and his patented fear gas. he attended the same school arlene did and got the same degree.

the penguin/oswald cobblepot isn’t a threat yet, but does exist. growing… waiting… festering…/ref. ditto on catwoman. she’s currently working somewhere. dunno where yet. prolly in a lower position at the same office.

batgirl exists in some capacity as barbara pennyworth, but tim drake is too young in this au to become robin (he’s about 11ish?)

^ these teens don’t live in wayne manor exclusively, often flitting between foster homes and/or housing projects.

[abbatoirablaze]

Mad As A Hatter, Jefferson

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“You know, you don’t have to stay here the whole day!” she smiled softly as she looked at the boy who was slightly older than her, “most people would find this quite boring!”

“Oh, I don’t find it boring at all,” he offered up, dreamily staring at the young woman in front of him, “ho-how did you manage to come to this sort of trade anyways?  I mean most girls in the kingdom usually become a maid, or work on the farm…but how did you-“

“My grandfather,” she mused softly, cutting him off as she barely spared him a glance.  He looked at her wondrously as she seemed to be off in her own little world while making adjustments to the hat that she was working on for one of the wealthier men of the kingdom, “he used to love spending hours upon hours down here, working on and creating the latest styles with hats.  And well, mum was off working in the castle, so I always spent my time with grandfather.”

“You didn’t have to start working on hats though!”

“It was a way to bond with him,” she smiled as she pressed the velvet on the interior of the hat, “it was a way for him to teach me something useful, and for me to have another connection with him.  Grandfather was a quiet soul…”

“I’m sorry about your loss…by the way!”

“Ca-can I show you something, Jefferson?” she asked, her eyes finally lifting from her work to meet his.

He nodded dreamily, “You can show me anything…”

“Come here,” she asked, patting the bench beside her, “I-I want to show you why I find creating these types of hats so magical.”

“HATTER!”

Jefferson barely jumped anymore at the beck and call of the kingdom’s wealthy clientele.  He kept working fastidiously on the piece that he was creating for the queen.  She had demanded something, and quite honestly, Jefferson grew worrisome, not knowing if he could deliver.

He had remembered the first time he couldn’t deliver.

It nearly drove him mad.

“You catch on fast, Jefferson.”

Jefferson felt his cheeks heating up as she lifted the hat from the mannequin head and examined it, “do you like it?”

“It’s well pressed…” she commented, observing the hat, “and the edges are practically perfect.  I think you might be a better hat maker than me, Jefferson…”

His blush deepened across his cheeks and began to work down his neck.  She put the hat down and stroked his cheek.

“I’m glad I could help you!”

“You’re too good to me!” she cooed softly. 

Jefferson reached out, his hand caressing the swell of her stomach, “I’ll always be good to my girls…”

She sighed and leaned forward, her lips capturing his in a tender kiss.  The young hatter wrapped his arms around his wife and pulled her to his chest.  She giggled, breaking away from him, “what are you doing?”

“We have time for a break, do we not?”

“Jefferson, I-“

“What is this?”

She backed up, heart in her throat as the woman stepped into the shoppe. 

No, not any woman. 

The queen. 

“My queen…I j-“

“I didn’t ask of you,” she spat, shooting a glare at the young man, “You…boy…who are you?”

“I-I am Jefferson.  Husband of-“

“Girl?” she asked, cutting Jefferson off, “is he your husband?”

“Y-yes my queen…”

She huffed, and sucked in on her cheeks, “where is my hat?”

Jefferson’s brow furrowed as he looked between the two women.  There were obvious similarities between them, the likes of which he knew better to question when the queen who was notorious for taking heads was still in the vicinity. 

“He-here your majesty,” she offered pointing to the very hat that Jefferson had just finished, “y-your tailor sent over the exact specifications that you required of it.  We-“

“THIS!”

The screech that came from the queen’s mouth made Jefferson’s heart turn to ice. 

“Y-yes your majesty,” she frowned, her brow creasing with worry, “your tailor-“

“It’s repugnant!” she hissed, “GUARDS!”

Guards funneled into the small shoppe, “Wait…please your majesty-“

“Take this hat maker to the castle,” the queen demanded, “see to it that she’s put into my quarters…and you, hat maker-“

“J-Jefferson, my queen…” he said nervously.

“You will make me a better hat,” she hissed, tossing the hat at him, “if you do not, it will be your wife’s head!”

His heart felt like it had been in his throat for the past six months while he worked day and night, nearly working himself mad, trying to figure out what to do to make the hat fit within the queen’s specifications, and be something that she liked. 

And when he had been called in front of the queen of hearts, his heart felt like it was frozen in place while he awaited her judgement.  His wife was held in something that looked like the stocks, off to the side of her throne room.  A piece of rope wrapped in fabric keeping her mouth shut. 

But worry began to fill Jefferson’s heart with dread as he noticed that the contraption she was in, wasn’t stocks. 

It was a guillotine. 

The large red and black blade seemed to be hiding above the draped curtains; an attempt to make it seem less threatening.

“HATTER!”

Jefferson felt like he was on edge.

He jumped at the screeching of the queen’s voice and turned to her. 

She was perched up on her throne, giving him a very unamused look.

“I hope your latest attempt is better than that of your first,” she taunted, “for the sake of your wife.”

“I-It is, my queen.  I-“

“Where is my hat?”

Jefferson reached to his side where the mannequin was holding the latest project.  She sighed as he lifted it, and he wasn’t sure if it was something that she liked or disliked. 

Handing it off to her, she turned it in her hands once more and sighed, “I suppose it will do…”

Jefferson felt relief flooding his heart. 

His body visibly relaxed as he looked to his wife, the smallest of relieved smiles working its way across his features.

“But you forgot to inform me of your marriage to my daughter, hatter!” the wife said suddenly, poison lacing her voice, “and my granddaughter.”

His eyes went wide, and there was the smallest of whispers filling the court.

“Y-your daughter?”

She scoffed, “where else should I have kept her safe?  My castle, where people would attempt to poison her?  I thought I could trust the old man and my lady in waiting…but I suppose that’s why I took their heads not too long ago.  They couldn’t be trusted.  It’s sad that my own daughter couldn’t be either.”

“My queen!”

“GUARD!” she screamed, looking to the woman in the guillotine, “OFF WITH HER HEAD!”

Jefferson screamed, racing towards his wife, but it was too late.

He fell to his knees as the blade dropped.  A second later he heard a heavy thud.  And when he looked up, her lifeless eyes were staring back at him, as her head had rolled to meet him, stopping him entirely before he could reach her corpse. 

[cheshire-shuntaro]

Alice in Borderland - Drug Cartel AU

This AU here was inspired by @andromedagarcia telling me about a city of Sanlúcar and how a drug cartel operates there in the open, so thank you. In the story I wrote Hatter operates a drug cartel in Argentina and Chishiya is the head of the lab, responsible for producing drugs. I want to invite y'all to add your little brick to this AU. Anyone and everyone is encouraged to join! Ways you could participate: 1. Imagining your own muse as they find themselves in the story outlined here and writing it as an independed fic. 2. Talking with the fellow writers on here and writing an RP starter or a short thread within the AU 3. Making art or moodboards or anything other you feel inspired to make. 4. Make sure you tag your pieces #aib drug cartel AU so I can find them and compile them

The scorching July sun of Mar de Plata broke through the blinds, landing directly on Chishiya’s eyelids, jolting him from a distant dream of his homeland. In his haze he saw nights where the air is not made up of cocaine particles or the odor of death, restricting his airways to a point of having to regurgitate his stomach contents. Instead, he felt the sea breeze on his face, the familiar neon-coloured streets of Tokyo reflected on his pale skin. Shuntaro was aware that the snippets of his past reality slipping through his fingers like the ever present beach sand were just a collection of romanticized movie clips more than anything else. The fact was that he would loath his existence regardless of the location he was currently residing in, these visions simply reminded him of much calmer and carefree times in his life.

Life was not kind to him with the set of parents he was given, not in a sense of being underprivileged financially - his father owned a hospital after all, but in a sense of being left to learn the ways of the world on his own. His dad’s eyes and belt focused on him solely when he got into mischief or ignored his orders; as a result, Chishiya had taught himself to take every opportunity to spite him. At first, he made himself believe that he did so because he came to love the way his father’s visage twisted with red, hot anger to a point of cartoonish steam coming out of his ears.

With the insight of years under his belt, Chishiya came to the conclusion that those were simply desperate and pathetic attempts at getting a crumb of his father’s attention. His mother was not abusive herself, but permissive of her husband’s belt treatment and that was enough for Shuntaro to loathe her even more than his father. He can distinctly remember the last time she hugged him, he was about 12 years old, she had embraced him and whispered into his ear that this was the last hug she would ever spare for him, that from this moment on he was a man and that it would be in his best interest to start acting like one. After that, it was not uncommon for her to hold him down while his father beat him senseless.

Looking back at the years spent at his given parents’ house he could not help but think of himself as a lesser human being, for not taking any active action against the abuse. Many would say now that he could not have known because he was a child after all, but he still held a particular hatred in his heart for this no-good idiot who decided to stay there until he was 16 to search for alternatives.

Thankfully, these alternatives appeared as soon as he ran away from home with nothing but the clothes on his back and the deep purple bruise on his face. A man who called himself Mad Hatter extended a helping hand, not only towards him but towards several young men and women in need of stability and purpose in life. He ran a lucrative drug enterprise in the heart of Tokyo and had a particular knack for noticing hidden genius within a person. He correctly established that Shuntaro had a certain affinity for exact sciences, more specifically Chemistry, so since day one he would push, knead and mold his brilliant mind to work in his own favour.

It was merely a matter of years before Chishiya became the master of his trade, far surpassing Hatters’ expectations towards him. The lab was his kingdom, every day he would sway in-between solid metal tables glistening under the dim light of the warehouse, dust-mask and white scrubs on, making sure that all of his employees stick to the recipe. He got what he wanted out of life in the end — stability and power which both gave him opportunities to maneuver in directions sometimes beneficial to him, but, all good things come to an end one way or another.

For Chishiya it had begun with an announcement from Hatter and Aguni on one stormy night. Soon before it, the police busted and closed one of their biggest labs, the mood among the more experienced members of the gang was sour and hopeless. They needed, no, they craved a promise of grandeur, a slightly mad plan that would help them be born anew.

Argentina. There is a hole in the drug market there, waiting to be claimed and we were to be the colonizers who would discover and seize the land as our own, Hatter said. He was a very persuasive man with a spark of insanity within him, so, almost everyone believed him blindly when he uttered those words. Chishiya was not among the enthusiastic ones but he was soon proved to be wrong, because 8 years later he was laying on very expensive bed, with AC humming in the background and the sun he came to loathe so very much, prying his eyes open from the hazy memories of the past.

It wasn’t just the sun, the clock struck 8:00 on Sunday, which meant in two hours time he would be standing before Hatter, or as he demanded to be called here — El Sombrerero Loco, reporting on the in and outs of his labs here in Mar de Plata.

For Chishiya these weekly meetings with his once saviour were dreadfully boring and unnecessary, every time he sat in the leather seat before El Sombrerero’s desk he had a déjà vu. Yes the new formula is in the works, Chishiya just needs a little more time, yes the delivery to Buenos Aires went without hiccups, yes your new Bugatti is splendid, yes your wife is as radiant as always, yes, yes, yes — on loop, every week.

What made matters worse was his visibly deteriorating mental state, not only he grew bolder in the ambitions department, since Aguni decided to amicably split from his grand empire he lacked a counterbalance of reason to his ambition and slowly but surely spiraled into madness. The material things that he could have within a blink of an eye did not satiate his desire for ultimate, less tangible things, like power.

Naturally, he did not complain about the lack of it, but as it often is the case with authority those who already possess it usually never get enough of it. With passing years his interest in expanding or, at least, keeping his drug enterprise afloat waned as he turned his gaze to other opportunities. His ideas became increasingly more curious and... mad.

Last year, to give an example, he decided to run for mayor of Mar de Plata. He lost of course, so the locals felt his fist tightening around the throat of the city a little bit more, in various ways. It was no secret what he did and what he was, even the local police stood no chance against his twisted ways of covering his tracks.

So, here stood Chishiya, amongst the many sins of one man hungry for power inside his slowly crumbling kingdom, with a legion of people loyal to El Sombrerero or simply tangled within this mess, each with a different story to tell.

But, alas, this right here  is Chishiya’s story to tell, so let us get back to the Sunday sun. He woke up, an empty space beside him in bed, wondering where she might have gone to this morning or perhaps the previous night. That was in Irma’s nature - to wander the paths she chose; he became used to it over the time of their marriage.

The cold shower washed away the reminders of the prickly sunlight that had the audacity to wake him up, and the delicious breakfast consisting of tostadas served with mermelada and queso crema reassured him that perhaps the meeting with his boss would surprise him, a deviation from the dreadfully boring repetition of those.

He got into his car, put on the AC and drove to get himself a cup of coffee, as he had done every day for the past 8 years. „No Coffee, No Prana” was usually less crowded, but this Sunday morning the line for fresh coffee curled around the block, full of pedestrians from all walks of life in which he took the last place.

Chishiya was an incredibly perceptive person, he thought it came from observing the micro expressions on his dad’s face when he was beginning to lose patience with him. So naturally, it didn’t take him long to notice that he was, in fact, being followed. Two people. They had parked a few cars behind him, and right now they were sitting on the bench on the opposite side of the street, their eyes darting to him occasionally. What was most curious about them is that they were gringos as locals call them, from a mile away you could tell that they did not belong amongst the crowds of tan-skinned people so prevalent here. Americans, Chishiya thought. Foreign intelligence agents, perhaps? Or maybe it was just Hatter’s paranoia rubbing off on him, because by the time he had exited the cafe, they were gone, them and their white Volvo sedan.

He quickly forgot about them when he pulled up in front of Hatter’s ridiculously sized villa. It was a massive and luxurious complex, the crown jewel of his kingdom. First the visitor would notice ancient greek statues in his front garden (unclear whether they were originals or not - very likely that they were), exotic trees from all over the world, radiant, multi-coloured flowers encircling the whole complex.

The amount of flowers and abundance of sweet aromas was almost contrarian to the machismo culture Hatter had slightly adopted since moving here. He always said that the garden was his wife’s kingdom, which she apparently designed herself; his kingdom was inside the house. They did not have any children but the mansion could comfortably hold at least 4 families with 2 children each. It felt ridiculously overdecorated, each room consequently held in art déco style with its hues of gold, black and brown, curling metallic spirals and leaf-like patterns. Amongst the splendour trotted a legion of men and women guarding the grounds of the complex or simply tending to its many rooms and flowers. Each and every one of them greeted Chishiya with a courteous nod when he passed them by, entering the mansion, his steps echoing throughout the winding corridor until he reached El Sombrero’s office, he knocked thrice on the sharp-edged oak door, as always waiting to be invited inside by his superior.

„¿Quien va alla? [Who goes there?]” a slightly annoyed and startled voice boomed from the other side, indicating being caught doing something red-handed. „Mierda, en seguida, huh? [Fuck, wait a moment, huh?]”

„Soy yo, El Conejo Blanco, es éste un mal momento? [It’s me White Rabbit, is now a a bad time?]” Chishiya said, bringing his head closer to the door to suss out what is happening on the other side, but before he could do that, he heard the other door to Hatter’s office open and close very carefully.

„Oh, it’s you, hijo [son]! Come on in, come on in then!” Hatter said, beckoning him inside.

Chishiya didn’t have to be told twice, he pushed the door open and gave a nod to the man sitting on the other side of the desk. The 8 years took a toll on him, he was older and there were wrinkles in the corner of his eyes, his skin was tanned, his hair was salt and pepper now, pulled into a messy bun most of the time and a beard he sometimes shaved if the summer was particularly scorching.

„You are punctual as always.” Hatter commented, closing his silk robe meticulously, „Coffee, tea, something stronger?” He said, gesturing to a bar cart with various drinks behind him.

„You are most gracious, but no, thank you I already had my morning coffee.” Chishiya said, half-smiling. „I have been thinking about our latest shipment to...” He begun speaking business as the clock struck 10:00, it was time for the weekly report, and he thought to better get on with it, but before he had the chance to finish, Hatter blew a raspberry at him. He started to form the sentence anew but the same thing happened. „Is everything quite alright?” Chishiya asked, cocking his head to the side, confused.

Hatter unexpectedly pulled himself up from his chair and jumped on it, assuming a squatting position with his elbows on his knees.

„Yes! Yes! Yes! Thank you for noticing, you see, my front garden? It looks really... bland, not an ounce of character up in this bitch, I need something to freshen it up.” Hatter uttered these words at a speed which made Shuntaro raise his eyebrow slightly, his boss was clearly high on his own product.

„I need you to bring me a few of those cute striped kitties they are keeping in the zoo in town. There is a banquet planned for tomorrow and the Chief of Police is invited, so I am in need of something that has the wow effect, so to speak.” Hatter said, his eyes widening.

Cute striped kitties? He did not mean the endangered Andean Cat, surely? Chishiya quickly gathered that Hatter was in one of his moods, therefore, the best way to proceed without unnecessary drama was to nod and smile, so he did just that.

„Of course, boss, whatever you wish. We could not let the Chief of Police go unwowed, of course. Do you wish me proceed with reporting this weeks’ state of the lab?”

„No, no. Just send in your assistant, tell them to come in the evening.” Hatter answered, waving his hand dismissively. „You are free to go too, you have a lot on your plate right now, hijo.” He added, standing up yet again, leaning over his desk.

„As you say. I will see you later then, cats in hand.” Chishiya said, slightly taken aback by the abrupt order, but as told, he simply got up and started walking back to his car with a puzzled expression on his face.

This was the first time Chishiya saw Hatter in such a state; the jittering, the empty, gaze wandering around the room, were not uncommon, but, did not last long previously. They were but glimpses and blips in between the moments in which he was his usual, charismatic self. But this morning he seemed to cross the line between sanity and craziness. Also, the outrageous request that would most likely end up with him getting locked up for a petty crime in comparison to the mountain of sins he has already committed. Chishiya had never trusted his gut feelings, mostly relying on logic and hard facts but this time his gut was very insistent on the fact that this Sunday morning was the beginning to an end.

As his fingers curled around his car door handle his fingertips felt something that was not previously there - a soft, smooth material. He took the mysterious object out - it was a piece of paper stuck to the inside with a moist gum, indicating that whoever left it was still in the vicinity, he looked around before unraveling it.

„The lions are closing in, White Rabbit, if you don’t wish to get mauled with the rest of them, find me here, tomorrow at 6 — Av. Independencia 2602, white Volvo sedan”

It turns out that he was followed, after all. It was not particularly hard to keep his expressions neutral in case of prying eyes because he was always very good at it. But the fact that they knew not only his internal code name but where he lived, was really, really, really bad.

So, his gut was right, this was the beginning to an end, he thought as he put the piece of paper into the pocket of his trousers and started the engine of his car.

[prettycdds]

" Hello!🏠" -waves to-

Waves back !! Hello and welcome! You have a very charming OC, I look forward to seeing more of them !

Alice !

{{ Say no more, you had her at tea and magic! Alice is prone to wandering off and often alone, to the dismay of her family, so she would easily wander into their store and be prone to coming back if you make a particular habit of actually listening to her when she tells you about the extremely vivid and peculiar dreams she has... }}

Fujimoto !

{{ Technically a wizard and very prone to need potions, his need for a particular ingredient might be enough to drive him up and on land, though he may request special help getting the order to him-- that is, unless you want him to soak your floors with sea water. }}

Tarrant Hightop !

{{ A Mad Hatter from a very different Wonderland, but I would be willing to write him in a verse where he's not imaginary but just a very strange haberdasher that happens to love tea parties! Although, as I always offer, anyone is welcome to send their muse down to Wonderland Underland if you ever like ! Though he'll think it a shame they don't like hats lol. }}

Willy Wonka !

{{ No, I'm not pushing this man so often because I long to write him-- Just the vibe fits I guess ! He is infamously reclusive, but its also not unlike him to make a sudden random appearance at some small, strange shop in search of rare or perhaps even magical ingredients... }}

Of course if there's a muse you like that i haven't listed here that never means you can't write with them too!

[adsagsona]

🐇 White Rabbit - How punctual do you consider your muse? Do they have a habit of arriving at places early or late? And if so, why? (for Arthur and Jared?)

mad-hatter-memes:

Alice in Wonderland Ask Game

For both it depends on their verse. Jared as a bar owner, whether it be mortal or vampire, is a business man and very punctual. Unless he really dislikes someone, than he likes to make them wait. As a merman he has no real sense of human time so than he can show up whenever it suits him, unless he is called.

Arthur in his modern verse is the same, very punctual. As a king he usually is as well although I'm guessing time has been kept at a different way in those ages.

@lostxndbroken

[oculusxcaro]

👀 @question-marked

Send 👀 to find out how much my muse would like to _____ yours

Get to know: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please! | ALWAYS! Befriend: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! (Rogue) | Sure why not? | Yes please! (Detective) | ALWAYS! Date: NEVER! | I'd rather not (respectfully!) | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please! | ALWAYS! Make love with: NEVER! (respectfully!) | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please! | ALWAYS! Hook up with: NEVER! | I'd rather not (respectfully!) | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please! | ALWAYS! Protect: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! (Rogue) | Sure why not? (Detective) | Yes please! | ALWAYS! Help: NEVER! | I'd rather not (Rogue) | Convince me! | Sure why not? (Detective) | Yes please! | ALWAYS! Stop: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please! | ALWAYS! Kill: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please! | ALWAYS!

Like his namesake and 'shtick' well-known here in Gotham, Eddie was an enigma to Khare. Had she known earlier about his reputation, she might have run the other way when he first came through those doors but the intellectual had captivated her with his personality and wit, making it difficult to dislike him even when he was a wanted criminal. She wouldn't have stuck her neck out for him but after a few visits, she'd come to enjoy his company, enough to put her worries to the back of her mind and happily continue to serve him pancakes and waffles, even though they were likely fuel for before he would start his next spree of crimes. He wasn't an absolute monster like the Joker, nor did he have a frightening interest in her coworkers like the Mad Hatter had developed for Cindy. When Eddie was arrested and, shockingly enough, made the decision to reform, Khare's opinion of the man shot right up. It was a pleasure to see him return to the diner once more too, thinner and worse for wear after his (very) extensive stay in Arkham, but seeing him enjoy the fare Pauli's Diner had to offer as he did, it was with genuine happiness that the former Riddler had indeed changed, without losing too much of the charm that made him so likable in the first place. She bit her lip, thinking hard. Eddie was... attractive in an unconventional sort of way, making it difficult to dislike him even when he was a wanted criminal. She certainly wouldn't have stuck her neck out for him but she'd happily serve him pancakes and waffles, even when knowing he was likely fuelling up to start a crime spree. Yeah, she liked Eddie before and after he became a changed man. Not enough to hook up with him, however charming he had been. Something told her that if he knew as much about her as he thought he did, he'd soon make himself scarce, never wanting to eat at Pauli's again.

[schleckermaul]

𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙣! PRIDE! — by @silenthcwl

what is your muse's biggest flaw?

if put into one word, his independence? and more eloquently, the distance he puts between himself and everybody else. he does this for various reasons. one being that he doesn't want anybody to close to him, because he doesn't think himself deserving of closeness. because of his past as a serial killer, because of his future as a dead man— in his opinion, growing close to people will only serve to hurt them, sooner rather than later.

and there's also this weird sense of arrogance he's established by the timeline of the manga. almighty mad hatter, strongest man at pandora headquarters, close to nobody. the only person he truly considers his equal is reim lunettes, his best friend/the only person he'll actually call friend. everybody else? tough luck.

he's stubborn and arrogant and hypocritical and just all around a weirdo. sharon sums it up pretty perfectly here:

in summary: so many. he sucks.

[erinhime83]

I’m hoping posting these will allow me to move on from this story and shift my muse back to Division, but we’ll see.  While looking for some other art I had lying around, I came across some sketches I had done earlier of these guys and it reminded me that I had never posted up any of the designs for them, so I had made it my mission this week to do the designs, and after a lot of revisions and tweeking, I finally have them finished.  >.<

Basically, last year, sometime around the start of November, I had a really neat dream that stuck with me, and my mind sort of obsessed with the idea of making it a story for a little bit.  (This happened with Cataclysm as well.  My muse likes to piss me off right before NaNo). I have no freaking clue why, but my mind told me the characters in my dream were the Mad Hatter and the March Hare, and thus…I sort of ran with the Alice in Wonderland theme, lol. 

The general background behind the story is that the characters live in a world where humans and ‘beastkin’ coexist together, although beastkin are generally looked down upon.  The land is ruled by a tyrant queen, who makes life hard for practically everyone.  Years and years before the story starts, the Mad Hatter accidentally starts a revolution against the queen, but is eventually defeated and punished.  The Mad Hatter is locked away into a side dimension, while his generals are simply scattered.

Years pass, and the Mad Hatter and his revolution eventually become simple legends.  However, right at the start of the story, the March Hare discovers the location of the side dimension, and goes to rescue the Mad Hatter.

Selena (The March Hare): Selena is the main voice character who grew up with Tristian and is in love with him.  She is his main general for that reason as well.  The two of them hail from a village that actually respects beastkin, so unlike most of them, she had a normal life growing up.  She has been at Tristian’s side through everything, and it destroyed her when they were separated, which was sort of the point of their separation.  However, Selena and Tristan’s souls are bonded together, such that if one of them dies, the other won’t be far behind, which is how she’s able to survive as long as she has, which surprises Tristan.

I have absolutely no idea why I see her with white hair considering she’s not the White Rabbit, but rather the March Hare.  I really like how it looks, though, especially with her darker skin tone and her darker ears.  I originally had her in something completely different, but I wanted to put her in a dress, and…wow!  I really like how she ended up coming out!  She somehow looks badass despite being a bunny girl and wearing a pink dress, lol.             

Tristan (The Mad Hatter): Tristan is the other main character and the love interest.  He is a weirdly charismatic young man who somehow was named the leader of a group of revolutionaries, despite the fact that he didn’t really care about overthrowing the queen at first.  It just sort of…happened.  He grew up as an average son of a hatter, and viewed Selena as his best friend for a very long time.  He even had a fiancée at some point who nagged him endlessly about his casual behavior towards beastkin.  His mother was one of the few in the village who hated beastkin, and she despised Selena because of this, and did everything in her power to separate the two.  However, Tristan fell into an underground lake of immortality one day, which would normally kill a person in the process, but Selena found him and stayed with him and nursed him such that he managed to survive the process, and thus, is not immortal.  But that was also the point where he realized his feelings for Selena.  His punishment wasn’t being locked away from the outside world, but rather being kept away from Selena.

Design wise, I had no real idea what I was doing with him, but settled on this, and I am Pleased with it.  I had the idea at point that the immortality caused him to grow antlers, and he was known as the Mad Hatter because he wear hats to cover them, but I didn’t really like the idea.  Instead, I decided the immortality gave him dragon eyes, although you can barely see them here, lol.  I gave him red hair just for the hell of it, and because I don’t have any love interests with red hair, I noticed.

Alice (Alice): Alice is actually Tristan’s great niece who grew up hearing about the legend of the Mad Hatter and being completely enthralled with it.  Despite the fact that the queen had made him out to be an absolutely villain, the Mad Hatter became a hero to Alice, and her parents allowed her, because they held the secret of the truth of the story.  When Alice discovered that the Mad Hatter was her uncle, she decided that she was going to find him and bring him back, which eventually brought her to Selena and the two of the discovering the location together.  She is a skilled swordswoman as well as an absolute fan girl.  Tristan is a bit unsure about her enthusiasm, but does get along well with her thanks to being family, and she meshes well with Selena as well. 

I have no freaking idea why I see Alice as Asian, but there you go.  When I did her initial design, it stuck me that she was, and I ran with it ever since.  I really like her design.  Its simple, yet cute and effective.  When I originally created the character, it was just going to be a coincidence that her name was Alice, but then I realized she did make for a good Alice character, since she’s an outsider and all, since she wasn’t around for the original revolt.  But she manages to fit in with the others, and helps her uncle understand the world as it is now.

Felicia (The Dormouse): Felicia is one of Tristian’s generals who is extremely good at combat, and generally a monster on the battlefield.  She’s a bit rough around the edges, despite being a mouse, but I s a kind soul.  It’s a bit of a surprise that she manages to survive this long, but it turns out that, when she was younger, she had come into contact with the underground lake as well.  Just touching the water allows for an extended life.  (Either that, or beastkin happen to have really long lives in general).  Since she wasn’t seen as a major threat, she wasn’t as punished as the others, and had been living a peaceful life as a farmer until the trip stumbles upon her, and she jumps at the chance to join Tristan again.

To be honest, Felicia’s outfit is originally what I had designed for Selena, but I didn’t really like it on her.  But I liked the outfit itself, and when I decided to add a design for the Dormouse, I decided to use it for her.  I am very pleased with how much she looks like a mouse, because I had a hard time with that at first, lol.

Julian (The Cheshire Cat): Julian is the other general who happens to be a spellcaster.  His favorite thing to do is make himself invisible.  Julian is extremely effeminate and gay, but doesn’t hit on Tristan because ‘straight guys who are in love with their best friends’ isn’t really his type.  He’s essentially a gay best friend, and he is stupidly loyal.  He has managed to survive this long because of his magic, and he doesn’t care what the plan is, he’s joining Selena and Tristan on their travels.  He’s the one who truly understands how the world works, since he keeps up with trends and gossip and all of that fun stuff.

The only thing I knew going into the Cheshire Cat’s design is that I wanted to make him flamboyant, although I failed a little at that.  It works very well, though!  I didn’t really want to give him a sash like Tristan has, but that outfit didn’t really work without it.  I really like how he ended up turning out.

Irina (The White Rabbit): Irina is the queen’s minion, and the villain who the group ends up running into the most.  She’s a bit aloof, and her favorite thing to say is ‘You’re late’ whenever she encounters the group, although none of them understand what that means.  She views herself and other beastkin as lesser beings thanks to her loyalty to the queen, and thinks the group is ridiculous for thinking they should all be equal.

Her design…well, when I originally was thinking of the story, I had a different vision for how Tristan’s army was going to be before their defeat, and this was actually what Selena was going to look like.  She was still going to look like how she does for the actual story, which completely threw Tristan off when they were reunited, before deciding that idea was weird and I didn’t like it.  But then I realized there was another rabbit character in the story, and decided to use the design for the White Rabbit instead, mostly because it was fitting.  The shirt wavy hair with it pulled back like that is actually how I saw the March Hare in my dream, but eh. 

Regina (The Red Queen): Regina, who actually managed to forget her real name, is the tyrant queen of the land who has been ruling for the past thousand years and keeping pretty much everyone under her thumb.  She’s survived this long because she uses dark magic to keep her youthful appearance (I believe she steals the ‘youth’ from others).  She thinks beastkin are disgusting creatures because they are not human.  Tristan had no real problem with the queen at first, since he was human and didn’t see the oppression of the beastkin in his village, but once he left his village with Selena, he realized something had to be done, and went around voicing his opinion and gathering beastkin followers.  Regina could not have that, and swiftly put an end to the revolt, and has been ruling unopposed for the past thousand years thanks to that.

I didn’t really have a design for Regina, but had figured I should do one if I was including Irina.  Why one villain and not the main villain?  I ‘see’ her as an older white lady, honestly, but thought it would be neat to make her dark skinned for diversity, and amused myself with the idea of her staying youthful because of dark means.  (Julian, of course, had figured out a way without being an ass about it.)  I had to fiddle with her design for a moment before coming up with this, and I really like it! 

The timing of the story is what gets me a little.  The original idea I have, and probably the one I’m going with, is that Tristan is locked away for a thousand years, figuring he needs to be gone long enough for his legend to disappear into obscurity, as well as be twisted around enough that people’s perception of him is completely wrong.  But it boggles my mind with the idea that Selena’s been wondering around aimlessly, looking for a way to get to him, for a thousand years.  But even something like a hundred years, which would make more sense, doesn’t really work for what I have planned.  Meh.  I’ll probably stick with a thousand.

The other problem I have is how the other survive.  Well, I guess how Felicia survives?  Like, I did have the idea that the beastkin simply have long lives, and that is one reason people dislike that, but I really like the idea of Selena and Tristan bonding their souls as a sort of marriage thing, and that being how she survives.  Or that their souls were bonded as part of their punishment without Tristan realizing, so he’s very surprised when there are reunited, since he expected her to be long dead. 

Meh, it’s not like I’m planning on doing anything with the story for a while (I hope), so I guess I have time to figure all this out, if and when I decide to write this story.  For now, I just wanted to throw out some pretty designs.  :P

[redemptioninterlude]

alice would say she's lived through ALL SORTS OF THINGS. but when you hear them from her lips, it's hard to know what to believe! she'd rattle on about queens with red hair and wild gestures, or talking flowers and tables that were simply too high. doors too small, people all of a mess, and how every day that wasn't a birthday was still yet worth celebrating, if you had enough imagination for it. it's hard to imagine that alice has seen enough people die in the middle of these games, how she's clutched at blood splattered cards or wiped off the remains of someone she's known. from her lofted position, alice watches the true nature of man, as it plays out over this wretched game. and somehow...

... all of it's rather DELIGHTFUL, isn't it?

for all! for most... but chishiya? he's figuring that part out, it feels like, guarded with what he chose to reveal, but flippant whenever something ever slipped. and even then, it's all a CALCULATED GAME with him, how frustrating! why does he hold out, hold in? and what's he got hiding, there, right underneath? his puzzles, his musings! they're all a delight, aren't they? spun out of nothing, nothing... unbothered as she draped dreams and adorned him with attention. "do you really want to know?" her smile, so sweetly sharp.

the truth was, not many people really enjoyed the shape of the world. the ugliness of it was hard enough to look at in equality with goodness, and hope. how it all existed in balance and purpose... especially in a place like this. there was no real right, or wrong. a society governed by games and opportunities. it felt like child's play, didn't it? carved out of IMPERFECT PEOPLE, she's all too sure. and then came the spectators... those like her sweet, twisty little chishiya cat. "don't go chasing red herrings!"

tongue, cheek. blinking back in blue, her grin dissolving into a laugh. "do we? now, what do you find fascinating, then?" she wants to know, with a sort of endless hunger inside of her. for all this madness unfolding about them, somehow to her, it's the LEAST INTERESTING MYSTERY of this place, the people within it, however, were something special. "this is a step to another step. the cards are only part of the whole. we've got all these cards, and we're still a deck short! the hatter doesn't know what he's doing. but he knows the power of a good story, don't you think? we're all here, after all~ basking in that lie. knowing it, too. but people crave order, and i suppose we've created something like it here, for now~"

- @sharpsuite

Chishiya is as ELLUSIVE as the rolling fog in the forest ; hard to pin down and as complex as theories for space. Some things are easy: confidence, arrogance, BOREDOM. Some things are impossible: motive, goals, schemes. And when he'd been met with someone proclaiming she'd been waiting....well who was he to disagree? This land had surprises in it besides just lasers and death games.

Alice is an intriguing one. In what way, he has yet to decide. " Then is someone WITHOUT dreams destined to sink into the endless lake? " He poses the question to her in turn. He's not a dreamer. ( Literally OR figuratively. ) His career was the dream of many ; it had never been his. A failed pursuit to find value in life. His successes were naught but expectations that he strolled past with ease. As for literal dreams? He didn't often have them. It was simply awake and asleep. LIKE AN UNFEELING MACHINE.

He lets her talk - and then dark eyes sharpen like a cat that's caught a mouse in its claws. " Watch the fireworks? Now why does it feel like you got a SNEAK PEEK to how this dream is supposed to play out? " It's playful ; he doesn't bombard her or interrogate with questions to what he wonders is an intentional or unintentional slip of information. If this began with fireworks, why not end with it and complete the cycle.

" Perhaps you and I share different opinions on what makes people interesting. " That is fine. Kuina cares for people and Chishiya would sacrifice without batting an eyelash. Differences were accepted. ( BETTER even. The more similar to him, the less likely he was to be happy. ) " Some have traces of promise though. " His head lifts towards the sky but he doesn't seem to particularly bask in the warmth. " I DO agree uncovering the bigger schemes will be fun though. " Because he doesn't doubt that. Not with the taggers being players too. At least sometimes, he has yet to verify if its every time or not with the games that possess them. He lowers his head, eyes following her movements with an unwavering patience that is proof he's accepting of her company. If he wasn't, he'd disappear. He doesn't.

[hollowedhatter]

.//tag dump #1

[make-your-own-evil]

Okay hear me out. Dork squad with a tall (7ft) goth women, who sometimes dresses like morticia Addams when she's feeling yk hot. And a plus she's kinda got big tibbies. Tha is in advance ❤❤❤

okay major lady dimitrescu vibes 👀👀

also im going to do this for the animated series dork squad. i hope you dont mind!

edit: i forgot to mention the tibbies im so sorry 😭

BTAS! Dork Squad x Tall!Goth!Fem!S/O

Riddler:

this man is flustered by the presence of cute girls, so with a very goth mommy-esque girlfriend he wont be able to FUNCTION

he is a fairly tall guy so the fact that he has to look up to her is a very foreign concept for him. could she perhaps be his bodyguard, too?

should he be intimidated? should he be horny? why not both??

he could probably get REALLY into seeing his girl all dressed in fishnets and the bodycon black dress.

its not like he hasnt been seen with girls in fishnets or anything 👀

this relationship would be the epitome of nerdy gamer boyfriend and thick goth girlfriend

he buys her new clothes for her to ahem...try on for him

also the relationship would be a giant ego boost for him (not like he needed one anyways)

Scarecrow:

ohhh ho ho... yes

shes this mans new muse. and how you can have a muse for his kind of work is a mystery to everyone but them

hes also a tall guy so the way his heart skips when his taller goth gf looks down at him is very addicting

absolutely salivating and short circuiting when she gets dressed up in her tight black dresses.

also i want to point out that its canon that the scarecrow in "happy halloween scooby doo" is a huge elvira fan and i wouldnt be surprised if this one is too

she is his elvira, vampira, lily munster, morticia addams and bride of frankenstein! hes dating a freak just like him!

hes bending over backwards making her dresses out of burlap, getting her anything and everything she wants and desires

another nerdy bf and goth gf duo but theyre both spooky! 🖤

Mad Hatter:

nothing to see here! just a tiny silly man and his tall hot goth girlfriend

who needs an alice when you can have a morticia?

its not totally dissimilar to roger and jessica rabbit. the only difference being that shes goth and hes a psychotic criminal

he is almost the perfect gomez addams. he may not be suave and goth himself, but he will dote on her until the end of time! anything she wants she gets

its a very cute but odd relationship. queue people turning and scratching their heads while they walk by.

4'11ft dorky dude dressed as the mad hatter staring lovingly up at his 7ft goth mommy girlfriend in a tight as hell black dress

on a general note, after the sting of rejection from the whole 'alice' thing i doubt that he thought he would ever find love. so this for him would be huge. and this is even bETTER

okay but wouldnt it be so cute for him to have the black lipstick kiss stains on his red blushing face aaaaaaa

[iomadachd]

"Eh, with parents like Imperator and Nihil, you should be as good a scheming bastard as anyone. Or at least as mad as a hatter," Secondo mused.

"Primo doesn't care much to invade dreams or cause problems, Cardinale. He is the most peaceful of us, as violent as his end also was. He was a good man."

He considered the man before him, perhaps his half-brother, perhaps not. Copia had to believe in himself, though, or nothing would change in the Ministry.

"We could be an undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a crumb of cheese, a fragment of underdone potato, more gravy than grave about us perhaps," he teases. The brothers Emeritus haunting Cardinal Copia? No, just indigestion, surely.

A more sober expression then, all the more severe due to his paint and bald head.

"You have to trust yourself, Cardinal. If not for your sake, then the Ghouls. Imperator will steamroll you all otherwise. I was not a good man, not in the ways that mattered to the Church, but you might be exactly what the Ministry and the Project need."

“I don’t know what you are, spirits or just anxiety induced visions, but this IS the first time Primo wasn’t also present in my dreams. “

The sad look remained, there was desperation underneath that, but it was hard to say what it was for.

Desperate to prove himself? To topple Imperator? To live? Only he knew.

“I don’t plan to share that level of intimacy with my ghouls. I saw where THAT path leads people…but I do have fondness for them. I’m doing my best with them as well, they’re…rather like my…ehh…very strange little children, I suppose.”

Terzo’s scowl was actually placated by the head patting, though the body agitatedly drummed clawed fingers on the tabletop.

“I don’t know if I can, not the way you might mean, that is. She couldn’t bring Terzo to heel, couldn’t leash you in either. I have a haunting feeling outwardly resisting her too forcefully is a one way ticket to death. The bitch IS my mother, but there’s no love in my heart for her. She abandoned me, lied to me, and I am so tired of the manipulations. Too tired.”

Somehow his biretta was missing again, and he fingercombed his hair.

“But if I push back too hard, I’ll end up like you. I need to find the line, and push just enough to make her back off somewhat, but not so much she turns on me too.”

He scowled, and took a deep breath, sighing it out slowly. The chair righted itself, and he put his hands on the back of it.

“Maybe it’s why you’re both haunting me. To help me find myself.”

He shrugged, as eye glowing softly, Terzo put his head back into place. It seemed to stay put, for now.

“Perhaps, piccolo Cardi. But you need to do things for yourself. I am not going to be your spooky, headless babysitter, and I doubt Secondo wishes that fate either.”

Cardi thought a moment, looking down at his gloved hands, then back at them.

“ I don’t know if I can trust what you’re telling me. I don’t know what or who I can trust anymore, even myself.

Though, I’m not even sure this is how you really are, or were, honestly. If you’re not spirits, then you’re….very elaborate fabrications based on all the stories I heard.” He gave a small shake of his head.

“Maybe I am already out of my mind, because you’re not acting like the stories. You both feel…far too realistic for that. “

[like-rain-or-confetti]

Another having a crush on another villain henchperson because I love this trope.

Top 5

He walks into an abandoned building for some reason and he hears.

"Oh, hey Mr *His name* "

When he looks up he sees Crush dangling from the rope wrapped around the legs looking casual. 

"Y/N? What are you doing?"

"Boss wanted something from here so he sent me to track traps. Found one. I've been like that for 2 hours so I kinda gave up. How was your day?"

I am SCREAM LAUGHING.

The Riddler: "Oh, hey Mr Riddler!" He just about had a heart attack, eyed darting to the source of the greeting...only to find you dangling from ropes off the ceiling. You gave him a small wave. "(Y/N)? What are you doing up there!?" The Riddler moved to your side of the room, staring up at you. "Well, Mr Two-Face wanted me to clean up the traps meant for the Batman that the others set up but they told me there was five...there was six and now I'm here!" "How long have you been up there?" The Riddler asked. "What time is it?" You asked. "Nine thirty." He replied. "About two hours then. Anyway, how has your day been?" "Clearly the blood has been rushing to your brain for far too long. Hang on, let me get you down from there." The Riddler mused. "Okay just be careful with the stuff down there, Mr Riddler, those are the other traps I dropped when this happened." You warned and he nodded. He's tempted to offer you a job just so he can keep an eye on you.

Scarecrow: He was talking to Ragdoll when he suddenly heard a voice. "Hi, Dr Crane!" He paused, looking at Ragdoll momentarily before looking for the source. It was Ragdoll who laid eyes on you first. "Oh, hi!" Jonathan could hear Ragdoll's grin behind his mask. You smiled at him, dangling by rope from the ceiling. "What...happened?" Jonathan blinked a few times in disbelief. "Well I was to collect the rest of the traps for Mr Riddler but the other guys forgot to mention this one...now I swing from the chandelier without the chandelier...or maybe I am the chandelier." "I...I don't even know how to get you down from there." Jonathan said softly to himself. "I'm on it!" Ragdoll declared loudly before he began to climb on machinery and anything else to get closer to you. "Get ready!" He called out to you. "Get ready for wh-AHH!" You cut yourself off as Ragdoll leaped onto you. Before you knew it a fully grown man had coiled his limbs around you. "Wow, your ass is very close to my face!" You declared with slight panic. Ragdoll climbed up you like a rope and you yelped. "That's my ass!" "Peter, don't push your luck." Jonathan clenched his jaw. "Relax Johnny-boy! I'm untangling them!" Ragdoll twisted his hand and arm around the rope. "Brace yourself!" You furrowed you brow in confusion. "Brace myself for what?" Suddenly your untangling at a fast rate and dangling by your arm. Ragdoll was now coiled around the rope and holding you up. "Be a dear and grab our little friend, would you Jon?" Jonathan reached out to you almost immediately, helping you down. "So...How's your day going?" You asked. "How long have you been like this?" Jonathan ignored you as he reached out to grab you. "Meh, if I had to guess, about two hours."

Two-Face: "Hi, Mr Two-Face!" Two-Face whirled around to look up and see your dangling. "What the hell, (Y/N)!? What are you doing here and why are you upside down!?" Harvey demanded. "Well I was clearing traps like I was asked to by Mad Hatter...I -hehe- I may have chosen poor footing and now here I am! How are you? Did you have a good day today Mr Two-Face?" "It...it was fine." Harvey replied looking you over. "How am I going to get you down from here?" "I mean if its too much trouble I say just leave me, they'll notice I'm gone eventually." You shrugged. "Don't be stupid, of course we're not leaving you like this!" Harv' replied gruffly. "How long have you been here?" You checked your watch. "Two hours." Two-Face gaped at you for a moment before deciding to say nothing and focus on getting you down. He'll need to have words with Jervis Tetch.

Mad Hatter: "Oh hey, Mr Mad Hatter, sir! How are you!?" Jervis spun on his heel in alarm. To find absolutely no one. That one had sounded very real. "Up here!" Jervis looked up and his face lit up with glee. "Ah hello, little rabbit! What a peculiar predicament you appear to be in!" "Yeah, I was collecting the traps set for the Batman by Mr Scarecrow. I didn't think he'd use a rope trap thing but...here we are! How's your day been?" Jervis slowly nodded. "Rather maddening oh but in the most wonderful way!" He blinked. "Oh! Do you need assistance?" You looked at yourself before back at him. "I wouldn't say no." "Wouldn't you like to join me for tea?" Jervis asked. "Only if its actually tea." You smiled.

Black Mask: "Oh hey, Mr Sionis!" He looked up. "Doll? What you doing up there?" "Mr Penguin asked me to collect the traps we left. I was told five...there was infact six." You explained. "Anyway, how's your day been?" You asked. "Pretty good, doll face, pretty good. Let me help you out." "Aww, thanks Roman...I don't have anything to give you in return though." You replied. "I'll take it up with your boss." He said smugly. "Nice! Thank you!" You grinned. He chuckled lowly as a few henchmen got to work. To your surprise, Roman caught you fairly easily. "Hi again." You blushed. "Stop being cute or I won't be able to give you back to Cobblepot." He warned playfully.