Happy Hanukkah To My Jewish Followers. May The Next Several Days Bring You Light And Blessings.

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!  ”

© All rights reserved by  Tat'yana S..

The Election of Owls and demons. Or history of Gotham gargoyles. Gargoyles and Gotham go almost as far back as the 1700 hundreds (almost as old as Gotham itself!) Back then people were more… superstitious. You see around that time an election was happening between Robert​ L. Chartine and George P. Questpit, but this election was strange. Buildings belonging to the gentleman would collapse or blood would be found inside. Friends and supporters of the two men would just randomly stop supporting or be found dead. It was surreal and got even more frightening when bloody owls with there wings removed would be found and demon masks broken covered in blood, would also appear. Unsurprisingly, both men pulled out, leaving only one. William B. Yorkster. If you’re wondering why I never mentioned him it was because no one thought he stood a chance, and none of the incidents mentioned ever happened to him. Most of Gotham today would think that it was he was causing it, but back then he had something the other two didn’t, Gargoyles. Gargoyles on his house, buildings, and some of his friends would have gargoyles. After that gargoyles became a symbol of safety and protection, and almost every building began to have them. There popularity only grew in the 1800 hundreds. Sadly, this popularity began to dwindle during the great depression leaving only a few buildings with the statues intact, but this was not the end, oh no. In 1969, something that would also become a famous symbol of Gotham began to use them, Arkham Asylum. That’s right our resident crazy building used to have scary grey gargoyles. You might be asking why. Well the past caretaker of Arkham believed gargoyles would “chase away the crazy”, so gargoyles had a new meaning in Gotham sanity. After that they became all the rage again. Almost every building began to have them if not for protection, or sanity than for style and to fit in. Long story short Gotham has gargoyles because they used to represent protection, safety, and sanity something most people would say Gotham is severely lacking. Maybe that’s why our favorite rodent favors them so much?

People from other cities always ask me why we have such gothic architechture around the place, and why there are so many gargoyles. The answer: honestly, I have no idea. This city is crazy, and the sooner you accept that the soon you’ll fit right in

Yumemi is best fangirl

@bloodorangesangria and I were discussing the latest chapter when I mentioned how Yumemi used to have Kawaru's hair! And look!

Even their hair clips match!

Hehe This just shows how long She's admired Kawaru and how dedicated she is to becoming like her. No wonder she was the first one to burst upon seeing her!

These chapters have definitely made me a huge fan of Yumemi Yumemite! Though her pigtails are still the cutest and best look for her!

say it with me

liking a character ≠ condoning their actions

understanding a character ≠ condoning their actions

relating to a character ≠ condoning their actions

never assume that only because someone likes/understands/relates to a character that they see this character as “perfect” and don’t recognise their flaws

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.

Yeah I definitely wished they had gone about a few things differently. Like why not have Harvey Dent, Thomas Elliot, and Roman Sionis hang out with Bruce?

Imagine watching as Roman begans making passive aggressive comments to Bruce and erodes their "friendship", after all his parents are dead, who's his parents going to kiss up to now? Bruce going through his trauma only for one night his best friend Elloit comes rushing through the door talking about how "they're the same now" with a smile on his face. Imagine Elloit having to go to therapy the doctor being Mr.Crane. Or Bruce noticing how withdrawn Harvey's gotten and noticing the Bruises. It'd be so interesting seeing the dynamic with his friends.

While this is happening we can watch Gordon deal with Maxie Zeus, Killer Moth, a younger Scarface, and of course the crime families. While Zeus and Moth are not considered real threats with our "modern" rogues gallery they would be in a younger Gotham who has never had any cases like these before.

We could watch as Killer Crocs mocked in a circus or being abused by his Aunt but nobody being brave enough to stop it. We could still have Selina Kyle as she fits perfectly in, same with Cobblepot.

Gotham could be so much more if they either followed more of the comics or had a few extra ideas (make new characters based on the old or taking forgotten characters and putting them in. (CoughElizebethKaneCough)

Gotham could be so much better in my opinion, but I guess we'll just wait and see what happens.

tbh? gotham could’ve been so SO much better if they hadn’t tried to introduce literally all the BIG rogues that kinda….require batman being around first to exist

like penguin was a good choice for ONE big rogue and tbh? they should’ve kept it just him as the main rogue u see and just gone with more of the c and d list villains since there’s not much there character wise and they could’ve done what they did with zsasz and improved them instead of yknow….completely destroying everything good about the characters in the first place just to fit the narrative of the story (COUGHEDWARDCOUGH) 

and like cmon? it couldve been so fucking good to have the likes of calendar man and shit running around doing their thing being gordon’s villains before bruce becomes batman and then the rest of the rogues start showing up

Exactly why do all the other villains get a pass except for the not so popular group? Do you know how many damn times I’ve seen Harley someone who has killed children, gassed people and so many other crimes get a pass, just because she was abused by the Joker? “Oh Harley’s soooo cool! She’s a crazy, lesbian, who loves animals!” If Jervis Tetch doesn’t get a fucking pass because some writers decided “hey let’s make him a pedophile!” Then neither should she. Oh and let’s get to the most important part These are fictional characters with multiple interpretations! Honestly as much as I love dark dark villains, it gets ridiculous when we can’t see them as being light hearted at times without being told it’s wrong. Let fans have there own interpretation of these characters, let us enjoy without constantly being reminded about how “awful” this one writer made him. Besides it seems like no one gives a shit about Jervis till he’s in the dork squad or someone says there a fan.

List of People Batman Probably Shouldn’t Punch or Should at Least Feel Bad About Punching

Roman Sionis AKA Black Mask: Has a pacemaker for his heart condition.

Jonathan Crane AKA The Scarecrow: Underweight, abuse survivor, canonically hypermobile and thus suffers from chronic pain, hypotonic.

Waylon Jones AKA Killer Croc: Abuse survivor, condition causes chronic pain.

Jervis Tetch AKA The Mad Hatter: Small, possibly suffers from a hypoplastic condition.

Mary Dahl AKA Baby Doll: Suffers from a hypoplastic condition, literally the size of a small child.

Victor Fries AKA Mr. Freeze: Can’t survive outside his cryosuit, probably in his 50s.

Pamela Isley AKA Poison Ivy: Abuse survivor, skin is highly toxic, probably suffers chronic pain as a result of her condition.

Garfield Lynns AKA Firefly: Covered in burn scars, scar tissue likely causes chronic pain.

Oswald Cobblepot AKA The Penguin: Has a bad limp, physically incapable of fighting.

Edward Nygma AKA The Riddler: Abuse survivor, physically weak, canonically recalls every beating he’s ever gotten.

Jason Todd AKA Red Hood: Suffers from severe PTSD, literally Bruce’s kid.

Basil Karlo AKA Clayface: Can’t keep one shape for long, has chronic pain, probably not a good plan to punch mud.

Peter Merkel AKA Ragdoll: Hypermobile and definitely has chronic pain as a result.

Feel free to add anyone I missed.

“I was just about to say, it took you a while to arrive, so no judging.” Madeline wagged her finger teasing, before laughing. “Sense I’m the guest of honor, I thought it best I tried to match. I hope I exceeded.“ As she said this, she couldn’t help but take a look around, the room was odd, but in a pleasant way. The paintings on the wall were tilted and Abstract. The furniture although wasn’t the same color or type seemed to be fitting. Everything had a whimsical feeling involved, almost child like. Snapping out of her daze she looked back over at Tetch who was smiling gleefully right in front of another door. “Wow, it’s such a nice place you have here everythings so… Waggish!”

Party Pastries

𝓣𝓱𝒆 𝓗𝓪𝓽𝓽𝒆𝓻 ʜᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʟᴀᴛᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴀɴ 𝓪𝓬𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓻𝒆𝓭 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓽. ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴅᴇᴠᴇʟᴏᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴏɴ ʙᴇʜᴀʟғ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄᴜʟᴀʀ 𝓻𝓪𝓫𝓫𝓲𝓽, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀs sᴜᴄʜ ʜᴇ 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓭 ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɴᴇᴀʀʟʏ 𝓛𝓐𝓣𝓔  ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪᴄᴋ-ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ. 𝓔𝓢𝓟𝓔𝓒𝓘𝓐𝓛𝓛𝓨 𝔀𝓱𝒆𝓷 ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ 𝓽𝓻𝒆𝓪𝓽𝓼 ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ - ғᴏʀ ʜɪs ᴛᴇᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ 𝓵𝓪𝓽𝒆𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓭𝓪𝔂, ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪɴɢs!

ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴏғ ᴀ 𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓱𝒆𝓻 𝓵𝓪𝓻𝓰𝒆 ᴠᴀʀɪᴇᴛʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴏғ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʜᴇ ʜᴏᴘᴇᴅ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴄᴏɴᴠɪɴᴄᴇ ʜɪs 𝓐𝓵𝓲𝓬𝒆 ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀsᴛᴇ-ᴛᴇsᴛ ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ 𝓗𝓐𝓟𝓟𝓨 ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ 𝓱𝒆𝓻 ғᴀᴜʟᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴋᴇ 𝓐𝓵𝓲𝓬𝒆𝓼 ʟɪᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓫𝓪𝓰𝓼. sᴜʀᴇʟʏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴀʀ 𝓻𝒆𝓼𝒆𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓬𝒆, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ 𝓗𝓐𝓡𝓓𝓛𝓨 ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ.

ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴋᴇ 𝓐𝓵𝓲𝓬𝒆𝓼 ʜᴇ ʙʀᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴇs ᴜsᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ 𝓜𝓐𝓢𝓚𝓔𝓓 𝓡𝓐𝓑𝓑𝓘𝓣𝓢 ʜᴇ ‘ᴄᴏɴᴠɪɴᴄᴇᴅ’ ᴛᴏ ʀᴜɴ ᴇʀʀᴀɴᴅs ᴀɴᴅ sᴇᴀʀᴄʜ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴇ 𝓐𝓵𝓲𝓬𝒆, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴀɴᴅʟɪɴɢ 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓲𝒆𝓼 ᴡᴀs ʜᴀʀᴅʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴏғ ᴊᴏʙ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ɪʀʀɪᴛᴀᴛɪɴɢ, ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ 𝓖𝓤𝓔𝓢𝓣𝓢 ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴅᴏ sᴜᴄʜ sɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ғᴀᴠᴏʀs ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ 𝓗𝓞𝓢𝓣. ᴀɴᴅ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴏ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴀs ᴛᴏ ɪɴᴠɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪs 𝓦𝓸𝓷𝓭𝒆𝓻𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭, ᴛᴏᴏ!

ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴀᴄʜɪɴɢ ʜɪs 𝒇𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓽𝒆 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓹𝒆, ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʙᴜᴛ ғɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ 𝓢𝓐𝓜𝓔 𝓖𝓘𝓡𝓛 ʀᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴇ 𝓖𝓘𝓡𝓛 ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ɢʀᴏᴡɴ sᴏ ғᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ʜɪs 𝓹𝓻𝒆𝓿𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼 ᴠɪsɪᴛs! ᴏʜ, ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴏ 𝓚𝓘𝓝𝓓 ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ, ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ sʜᴇ 𝓻𝒆𝓪𝓵𝓲𝔃𝒆𝓭 ɪᴛ ᴏʀ 𝓝𝓞𝓣. ʜɪs ᴘᴀsᴛʀɪᴇs ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡᴇʀᴇ 𝓢𝓣𝓘𝓛𝓛 sɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʙᴏxᴇs ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴏɴᴇ 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 ᴅᴇsᴘɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ 𝓣𝓘𝓜𝓔 ɪᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ! sᴜʀᴇʟʏ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ sᴜᴄʜ 𝓖𝓔𝓢𝓣𝓤𝓡𝓔𝓢, ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛʜᴇ 𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂 ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴ 𝓘𝓝𝓥𝓘𝓣𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝 ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ?

ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓶 𝓼𝓶𝓲𝓵𝒆, ʜᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ - ɴᴏᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴘʟᴀᴄɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜɪs 𝓹𝓪𝔂𝓶𝒆𝓷𝓽 ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴛɪᴘ 𝓗𝓔𝓐𝓥𝓘𝓔𝓡 ᴛʜᴀɴ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀɴ 𝒆𝓷𝓿𝒆𝓵𝓸𝓹𝒆.

❝   W𝘩𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑟, I 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝘩𝑜𝑤 𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛! M𝑦 𝑎𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑦, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑎 𝑠𝑐𝘩𝑒𝑑𝑢𝑙𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑝𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙. I 𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝘩𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑦 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 I 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠. I𝑡'𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝘩𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑠𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝘩𝑜𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡, 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠..?  ❞

@themarchinghare

@sebastianshaw

important reminder that if you look at their canon stats, Sebastian was taller than Madelyne by eight inches and outweighed her by one hundred pounds of sheer solid muscle

AND HE WAS COMPLETELY HER BITCH