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Well she had only been working for Tetch for about a year, besides she did more of the background stuff anyway. curtsying Hare introduced herself.

"I'm The March Hare, The Mad Hatters right hand lepus and permanent tea party attendee."

Dusting off her clothes of any excess powder left, she then began clearing a space for him, to sit.

"I'm assuming you wanted to speak with Tetch. Sadly, he's not here at the moment, but if you'd like you can wait here till he comes back. Would you like some tea?"

@themarchinghare

“Jervis? Are you here?” Music Meister poked his head through the doorway, looking around before stepping into the Hatter’s latest hideout. Between composing and organising his next ‘performance’, the maestro had grown bored and decided to visit his acquaintance. However he didn’t seem to be around at present.

Virtue, October 2019. One of the tiny ink drawings I made for inktober.

[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

Jervis Tetch Week // Day 1 // “Personal Design”

Day 3 Au

I had no idea if my OC counted as an AU but why not?

The beginning of a mad friendship:

Today was…not a good day to put it lightly. Maybe not the worst day, but he needed minute to just get his head back on and let the world slow down a bit.

Jervis slowly trudged forward in the rain not quite sure where he was or what to do. He ,once again, was stopped from being with Alice by Batman and once again he had to flee. Only this time he HADN’T controlled her he HADN’T shoved tea down her throat she had been perfect and so nice, until Batman arrived. That’s when it all came crashing down, that’s when Alice showed all her stripes, she tricked him. He was lucky there were still some goons not pummeled by Batman or else he’d be off to Arkham. Lucky, lucky, lucky Him.

A puddle showing his slack face ended his musings.

Finally Jervis stopped and looked up, right in front of him a colorful building who still had it’s lights on. The green, pink, and blue swirls felt soothing, and looking into the windows showed many ,just as colorful, desserts. Tilting his head further back he saw the name “Sweeten your day” the name sounded familiar, scrunching his face up it finally hit him. This was where he bought all of his cakes from.

Jervis had never actually been to the building before he just had his henchmen get them, though seeing how inviting it looked he wished he had.

It was so… pleasant. Out of some little story book about a father taking his son here to cheer him up, a shy baker trying to bake something for a love interest or a frequent Customer and a worker cheesily flirting everyday. Without thinking Jervis entered the store.

Disappointedly or lucky he didn’t see anyone at the counter so he took a seat at one of the corner tables only big enough for two. With that little thought Tetch drifted off to Wonderland with Alice. Not hearing the only employee walk in again.

Happy Hanukkah to my Jewish followers. May the next several days bring you light and blessings.

I’ve never seen or read LOTRs and never got into the Harry Potter books

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Tell me one thing

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.

*giggles* “ It’s quite alright. I’m just lively! It’s quite rare to see you around Alice.” March said returning her curtsy with a flourished bow. “How are you doing,” the hare questioned.

"Hi, I'm The March Hare!"

Hєℓℓσ, Mя. Mαяcн Hαяє, нσω αяє уσυ?