nice little detachable head

be of good cheer,            DEAR, n o t h i n g ' s as bad as       at first it seems.    [ independent morris of wonderland: a new alice ]

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incognemo

“ i mean, i wasn’t exactly tryin’ to tell a RIDDLE, i was    more or less jus’ asking a question.

                          how do you know that ?  ”

“ WHY would you ever waste TIME doing a     silly thing like THAT ?? “

     ( NOT important. )

“ i am the MARCH HARE. i hear things.         and woodchucks are terrible BRAGGARTS. “ 

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magicicn

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❝ ahhh— not necessarily.

it’s just the fact that you’re doing this right now. ah. 

      WHY ? ❞

she loves him, goodness knows THAT, but it’s still worrisome to her that he’s making DANDELION tea. during the tea party. her eyes move from his face, to the tea, back, to him, and they grow more CONCERNED by the moment.

       ❝ morris— 

it’s the LATE afternoon and it’s a TEA PARTY meeting. ❞

there’s SOME problem that he’s just not seeing. he’s a bit FRANTIC, wracking his brains to come up with whatever it is he’s missing and coming up blank.

finally he just SHRUGS.

❝ the dandelions MIX WELL    with those new SCONES    and !!  they were so     RUDE to you last week !!

        it seemed FITTING. ❞

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magicicn

[ text: Morris ] Oh. I’m sorry, I should have realized. [ text: Morris ] That was an interesting “funny” text to send.

[ text: hatter ] it ISN’T funny [ text: hatter ] i’m so sorry, i should’ve been quicker to stop him [ text: hatter ] are you alright?

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@magicicn

[ text: Morris ] I didn’t expect to mean anything to you, Morris. I’ve always valued you as my March Hare. [ text: Morris ] Is this a joke?

[ text: hatter ] deepest apologies my dear hatter [ text: hatter ] the dormouse thought it would be funny [ text: hatter ] sitting on him now and have recaptured my phone

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bunny

also @magicicn u cant rly see but this is hatter holding a brain

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“ how much WOOD could a WOODCHUCK CHUCK    if a woodchuck COULD chuck wood ?  ”

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“ SEVENTY-THREE !!  you’re not very GOOD at    telling RIDDLES, are you ??  “

[nobodytoldthehorse]

Apparently “spite” is not an ‘appropriate answer’ to “What motivates you?”

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         ❝ no need for pretending,               questing or  i n v e n t i n g-—---      where’s your HAPPY ENDING now ?? ❞

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magicicn

@heartlesslyhateful | x

❝ they… CAUGHT me.

they finally did. ❞

and she knew it was coming. she knew someone would figure out that something was not quite right about the  Tea Party and when they did, she’d be the first to go.

     she just didn’t expect it      to be so SOON.

it hasn’t really fully hit her and for the moment, she  can almost convince herself she’s FINE and that she and morris are just CUDDLING.

     except she can FEEL the      blood.

❝ morris, i’m SORRY if i— ❞

she has a s h a r p intake of  breath. it HURTS.

❝ if i ever. hurt you.

upset you.

in ANY way. ❞

and she knows she HAS.

and morris is the only one to have been at her side all along.

his breath catches in his throat and he’s blinking hard against the tears swimming in his eyes, and there’s warm blood OOZING past his fingers in awful, regular spurts as the heart that should be keeping her ALIVE pushes her closer and closer to DEATH—- he doesn’t know how long it takes someone to  BLEED to death and he doesn’t know how long she was lying here before he found her, and—-and—-

     ( he’s going to KILL them,        every last one of them that        was assigned to keep an        eye on the tea party, every        cousin he ever passed        information to who might’ve        had a hand in rooting her out,        and it won’t EVER be enough        because HE was their hare        on the inside. him. )

he didn’t intend this. for the past year or so he’d been CAREFUL  with the things he revealed to the family, so, so careful to keep anything REALLY incriminating buried deep, warding off any  questions with the excuse that the hatter didn’t yet TRUST him ( didn’t trust anybody )  or that he couldn’t RISK contacting them more than once a month at most—- and now here they were.

him, the double agent she didn’t even know she had, and—-

     HER, bleeding out in his arms      and apologizing for hurting him.

if she KNEW——---

❝ you never—-         you never—- ❞

he’s not sure what he wants MORE, for her to stop looking at him with that soft, trusting expression that he doesn’t remotely deserve, or for her to die with the comfort of being with the ONE person she seems to actually care about, and indecision is choking him.

     ( but maybe, maybe if he        gives her something to be        ANGRY about, maybe she’ll        last long enough for medical        help to arrive. )

❝ hatter i’m not—-who you.                              think i am. ❞

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how long has the hatter been missing?

“None of your BUSINESS.”

Five months, three weeks, six days, seven hours, thirty-nine minutes, and another second and another second and—-he can’t seem to stop counting. Even at night, even asleep, the tickticktick of another second slipping by, another minute, another hour, haunts his dreams.

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magicicn

she studies his face carefully. he’s never been good with WORDS, but then again, she’s no expert in that particular matter as well. maybe it’s why they work so well together. his face turns RED, and out of courtesy, she looks away, though the smile on her face only grows—

         —he is so CUTE.

   she doesn’t move her hand,    nor does she look back at    him as he tells her about his    FRUITS and the garden. it’s    not something she’s invested    in, but if he LIKES it, then she’s    damn well going to listen and    appreciate it.

❝ your BLACKBERRIES ?

now, doesn’t that TAKE talent ! it’s not just anyone who can              grow blackberries. ❞

to any other ears, the context may have sounded sarcastic.

but she means it, and she hopes he knows.

after all, it’s no secret that she MURDERS every plant she comes across.

he’s PLEASED, both by the  hatter’s willingness to overlook—- quite literally-—how FLUSTERED he’d managed to make himself, and her appreciation for his garden.

     ( especially because he knew        extremely well how little the        hatter cared for plants. )

❝ YES, they’re ARGUMENTATIVE     little bastards, blackberries. but !!     they’ll make for an EXCELLENT      tea soon enough, you wait !! ❞

he has it all planned out already;  he’ll serve it alongside a nice citrus-y blend to clear out the SWEETNESS of the berries and cater to the crowd who prefers to keep things SHARP, and maybe speak to the mock turtle about bringing in some sea salt for the cucumber sandwiches—-he thinks it’ll offset the blackberries pretty nicely. and, of course, there will be blackberry tarts as well.

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ofalvxrez

                    “well, ALL SORTS! there’s picasso, and da                      vinci, and monet and matisse and rodin! each                     artist is different, of course, and… oh, it’s                     WONDERFUL! and, hm, there is a military                     museum, i believe, musée de l'armée, but i                     have never been. why? are you interested in                     war, monsieur?”

                    to be perfectly honest, those things absolutely                     terrified her, but she wasn’t one to judge.                     people with money liked strange things. what                     was so different about his fascination with war                     compared to her love novels?

                    of course, war was far more dangerous… but                     that was beside the point. 

                    “hundreds? oh, goodness… how often did                     you host parties? everyday? it must have                     been difficult to keep up! all the food, and                     the socializing, and the proper manners…                     i don’t think i could hold parties everyday.”

                    she wouldn’t want to do all of this everyday.

                    “of course!” gigi exclaimed, picking up the                     filled cup with nimble fingers and bringing                     it to her lips, making sure that her hands                     did not shake. steady, gigi, steady… 

                    and she had to admit… this tea was DELICIOUS. 

        morris had no idea who this PICASSO         was, or da vinci or monet or any of          them—-ARTISTS, presumably, but         their names meant less than nothing         to him. and frankly he didn’t think         much of abovegrounder art over all,         not that he’d seen much of it. it was         all so—--neat.

        he harrumphed. “musée de l’armée...”         the strange words felt strange as he         repeated them, spiraling off his tongue         with a lazy sort of elegance he seldom         saw with english. he liked them, he          decided, and he nodded his approval.        “i like war,” he said slowly. “yes.”

        and he’d been damned good at it, too,         back in wonderland. granted, hatter’s         style of war had been almost purely         psychological, pulling focus and          undercutting the queen of hearts in         oh so many devious little ways, and          the de-braining machine had smoothed         over the need for most of the violence,         but his skill as a strategist hadn’t          exactly been underutilized, either.

        but down that route lay nostalgia, and         worse than that, regret and other forms         of sentimentality, and that wouldn’t do         any good, so morris cleared his throat         and steered the subject back to less         treacherous waters.

       “yes, hundreds! the tea party was the         very last word in social engagement         during the height of its reign, and i          managed it all! quite nearly alone!”

                ( which was true. hatter had                   been much too busy with                   organizing her coup to                    concern herself with the                    day to day affairs of the                   tea party. )

       “of course, we didn’t set much store by         proper manners! we were quite a bit          more sensible about that sort of thing         than you lot.”

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playing around with new brushes. 

have a march hare!

[bunchofrpmemes]

bold everything your muse has done.

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broken a bone | gotten stitches | had a near-death experience | killed someone | tried and failed to kill someone | invented something | been hungover | kissed someone | slow-danced | been in a long-term relationship | had sex | had sex and regretted it | had a one-night stand | had a threesome | experimented with their sexuality | had a kid | gotten married | self-harmed | traveled to another country | been in a play | received an inheritance | been in a car wreck | lost a loved one | been dumped | dumped someone | smoked | gotten high | been slipped something in their food/drink | won a contest | won an election | joined a sports team | gone skydiving | gone hunting | been in a band | had a job | been fired | been in a wedding party | owned a pet | seen a ghost | skipped class/work | learned an instrument | gotten a noticeable scar | sued someone | been robbed | been mugged | been kidnapped | been sexually assaulted | been brainwashed/hypnotized | gone more than one day without eating | had a recurring nightmare | been bullied | bullied someone | seen someone die | attempted suicide | been tied/chained up | shot someone | stabbed someone | saved someone’s life | cheated on someone | been cheated on | had a stalker | been betrayed | been in a fight | been arrested | been to a funeral | had surgery | broken someone’s trust | gotten a piercing | gotten a tattoo | used a fake name | been tortured | been abused | been blackmailed | had an attempt on their life | gotten away with a crime | gone on a road trip | been in love

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Playing with fire is bad for those who burn themselves. For the rest of us, it is a very great pleasure.

(via lipstickdrcgon)

[drivenashellmoved]

         I’m something DANGEROUS;                                   with  g u n p o w d e r  in my VEINS                                                              and DAGGERS in my g a z e

         I’m a  l i v i n g  WEAPON —                                    a  t i c k i n g  TIMEBOMB                                                           — and you can’t DISARM me

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"Just... don't cry..."

he doesn’t know how thishappened, but he’s not sure it MATTERS—-

     ( there’s so much blood,       there’s so much and        he can’t breathe for the       stench of it and his       hands press over the       wound but it’s MUCH        too late by now and—- )

   and he’s crying.

         of course he’s crying.

❝ i—--

           HATTER.

                          don’t go. ❞

it’s such a stupid, pointless, RIDICULOUS thing to say,but it’s the only thing he canforce past the barricade inhis throat.

     ( and there’s a few of those       mindless soldiers he’d       once thought to save        RUNNING for a doctor       who might be able to fix       this, but he knows it’s       too late———she’s already       halfway gone. )

          ❝ what. happened ?? ❞