Late Night
Late night
Ficlet of Jervis and Madeline
The rain made everything seem so loud. Every step, every panting breath, and every police siren echoed so much louder. A part of her wished all of the noise would just stop, stop and let her think. Instead, she kept running forward. Madeline could feel rather than see Tetch stumbling behind her, all she could do was grip his hand tighter and hope the next turn would give them a place to hide.
Finally several abandoned buildings came into sight and Madeline forced her exhausted legs to push faster.
"Tetch, come on! Just a few more steps! Then the police won't get us. I promise, we'll be safe soon!"
Madeline turned her head only for a moment to see Jervis's panting exhausted face. If she was in a better scenario, she'd try to carry him, but that was impossible now.
Finally buildings stood in front of them. Without thought Madeline grabbed her remaining Kama and broke the glass to the dingy window. She quickly grabbed Tetch and thrust him through before hopping in herself. The moment her body dropped inside she felt shards of glass entering her torn boot.
For a few tense seconds, they both remained on the floor, panting. Mercifully, the sirens disappeared, leaving only the sound of rain. Still exhausted, Madeline pushed herself up and looked at her companion. He remained on the floor, trying to curl up and block out the world.
"Alright, alright, Tetch, the cops are gone, we just need to lay -"
"March, why did- did she do that? Why did she scream for the Red Queen?"
Madeline's face softened as she realized that Tetch was once again lost in his own fantasy. Slowly, Madeline crept closer to her companion, ignoring the glass that penetrated part of her broken boot. Madeline half jumped towards Tetch, before tilting her chin up and wiggling her nose.
"Now now Mister Hatta' we know that wasn't the real Alice. Why that young girl just wanted - wanted to play a game with us. No need to sulk!"
As casually as she could, so as to not spook him, she pushed Tetch into her lap, dusting off the broken glass that stuck to him.
"Ah, but March! I don't care for croquet, you know! And I'm tired of all these silly games!"
Tetch pouted, throwing his arms in the air, ignoring the bleeding wound on his arm.
"Alice, oh Alice, where is she? Can't she see how much I want to bring her a party?"
Madeline sighed, looking around the old building. She would need to find something to distract him from his pity party.
"Well, sometimes girls just want to -"
Suddenly, Madeline had a marvelous idea. Moving her hand to grip his shoulder, she forced him up to see a pile of decrepit boxes.
"Ah, look Hatta', a tea party! Already set up! How wondrous, how stupendous! Perhaps this was all a game to get us here!"
Madeline glanced down at Tetch, hoping that he would see the table and cups, and not some other wicked thing. She could never fully predict where his mind would take him.
Just as she thought, he immediately jumped up and began eagerly walking towards the pile.
"Well, Callooh Callay to you, March! For a hare your eyes are sharp, why I bet they could cut a rath in half!"
Without another word, he sat himself on one box lower than the rest, and began to mime pouring tea.
"Hurry, Hare! Before it gets too cold!"
Smiling, Madeline stood up, already feeling the soreness in her body. It was only a temporary distraction until Tetch got his bearings.
'Why, see this! Our day went from mimsy to frabjous in an instant! Why it's like a -'
"Not the same thing a bit!’ said the Hatter. `You might just as well say that 'I see what I eat' is the same thing as 'I eat what I see'!"
"You might just as well say,’ added the March Hare, `that 'I like what I get' is the same thing as 'I get what I like'!"
The words tumbled out of Madeline’s mouth with ease. Madeline slowly sat down next to her friend and pretended to eat a crumpet. She knew they'd have to leave and find a better hide out. For now, playing pretend with her friend was all she wanted to do.
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Colored my fanart for @themarchinghare‘s OC Batman rogue, The March Hare! I hope this looks close to what you imagine!
vILLAINZ Zz :0
scarecrow looking lankier than usual but i still love him anyway
Alright who wants me to do a fanfiction of Mr.Wayne and Batman, ask and I'll do an au!?!?!?
There most be some fangirls in Gotham ship Bruce Wayne/Batman.
March paused upon hearing the friendly voice and grinned. "Hello, Hatter I suppose I got all turned around."
March paused in her steps when she noticed the other hare sitting next to the Hatter.
"I suppose I have a clone or maybe I'm the clone. Hmm you also don't quite look like my Hatter. Don't suppose you have tea for another, the more the merrier right?"
● { @themarchinghare} ● | { Pour a new cup! }
✂ - - - “ Wait–wait! Hold everything– SILENCE March! ”
March was not making any noise. “ Do you hear that? Someone is walking in our garden… The roses are talking about them behind their back– as they do… ”
He pauses. “ …March Hare is coming? What? –Did I send you two invitations, March? If so this other you is terribly late indeed… Oh, March Hare! Over here you silly lagomorpha! ”
Fun fact!:
The hookah was actually used to smoke tobacco at the time not cannibas or other drugs! (Though I'm sure some people did) It also originated in India and was a symbol of wealth and prestige.
If anything the hookah smoking caterpillar is a symbol of change, adulthood, and a few other things (smoking being seen as an adult habit, while being a caterpillar is considered being "childlike" but him smoking could show how he's become adult like)
I could go on, on what the Caterpillar might represent but I'm feeling lazy. It's true though, don't assume the worst or immediately make Alice in wonderland an adult book about Insanity, drugs, and sex.
Source: https://www.hookahcompany.com/hookah_history.htm
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hookah http://www.fumari.com/blog/hookah-history/
Unpopular opinion: yes there is a hookah in the wonderland story but that wasn’t a big deal in the era and the book itself isn’t about drug use and Lewis Carroll was not on anything at the time of writing it
Please stop directly associating it with weed, lsd, speed, etc. and thinking it makes u edgy/cool (I’m gonna get people angry about this but really it’s kids book)
Rogues Gallery of Portraits Pt 3
Mad Hatter
His words out of a book, learned by heart. Perhaps he was someone else once, but now he is this being of paper trying to be a person of flesh. The world has one dimension too many in which he doesn’t fit.
There is little to say about his appearance, and what may be said isn’t flattering. His nose is the most remarkable part of him, large and bent. Everything else is forgotten, eyes drawn to his hat. He has many, that he wears for different occasions ; a green bowler hat for dinner, a grey béret for rainy days, a blue top hat for murder, a red tricorne for holidays… His favourite is the top hat.
He makes hats for others as well. Put them on their heads and they turn docile, obedient. The world follows the story better with hats.
He smells like Earl Grey and dust, like he is a forgotten book himself. He’s missing his main character, his Alice, which he looks for in the eyes of all women, in the way they smile and in the words they speak. It takes more than blonde hair to be Alice ; he can always dye the hair. There is an essence that he seeks. An essence he never finds. The women get scared, fail, or grow old ; flesh people, changing and decaying. He curses Time and what it does ! It flows between his fingers like a stream, taking away the Alices. The world moves without him, too fast for him to understand.
It’s always 6 o’clock at his table and in his heart. The quest for an Alice never ends.
“Have Igone mad? I’m afraid so, but let me tell you something, the best people usually are.” ― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
[text] How can you not remember??? [text] One of the rabbit girls must’ve lost her mask because the police found your hideout. [text] you’re ok right, no injuries???
[text;] I'm so worried please text back please please please
[ t e x t ] i ’ m here , i think i am okay .
[ t e x t ] where are you ?
[ t e x t ] what happened ?
[ t e x t ] why were you so worried ?
[ t e x t ] my memory is failing me
@strychthia Do you live in a little house like this?
A tiny door
❝ you know better than that. ❞
"Do you truly believe I do?"
Madeline was well aware that Shaw, while finding her amusing, also found her ignorant to the world at large. She wouldn't call it unwarranted, Shaw certainly had more experience in other areas, where she (gladly) had none.
" I'm not exactly well aware of the in and outs of orgy cuisine. Personally I thought cupcakes were perfect."
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