like for sum starters ‘cause I’m working on her backstory for now. she probably was a leader of some criminal syndicate lmfao.
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like for sum starters ‘cause I’m working on her backstory for now. she probably was a leader of some criminal syndicate lmfao.
紫の色 by artist あいに (@ainy120)
sexual encounters // nsfw .
slightly nsfw (soft)
“kiss me… there again —”
“mm… please… i love it when you do that…”
“i love the way you touch me…”
“you’re ~ making me so hard…”
“you’re ~ making me so wet…”
“come closer; i want to feel you”
“your hips feel so good in my hands”
“your butt is so cute… i could eat it up ~”
“your pussy is so cute… i could eat it up ~”
“a–ah… that ~ tickles…”
“you are already turned on ~?”
“i can’t wait until we’re alone…”
“is it alright if i touch you here?”
“ ~ that’s my baby…”
slightly more nsfw
“can i take it in?”
“i am going to put it in now…”
“please… ~ i need you”
“i’m dying to feel you inside me…”
“you’re so ~ wet”
“mm… that’s right; spread a little more for me”
“you look gorgeous…”
“you look so hot like this”
“i love the way you blow me…”
“i’ll go slow for now”
“faster, please…”
“m–more…~”
“wanna… sit on my lap?”
“bend over baby… i’ll do the rest”
“god… you look so delicious standing like this…”
“mm… i love the way your mouth feels around me”
∞ // is this tame? I DONT KNOW IMMA RUN AWAY
@tatteredteacups
∞ - for my muse to run their hand up your muse’s thigh
She was a possessive woman, and to see her darling contractor getting all close and personal with that Baskerville woman was quite the… Hm, the annoyance to her. Hatter wanted to have fun, too, but this time she wanted to show it to Break just how much of a woman she actually was beneath her scary appearance of the chain. She didn’t expect such wishes to appear within her mind, but she was just reminded of how much she missed the close contact with someone.
Rules for sending me nsfw asks:
1) you and your muse are 18+
2) this does NOT need a ship or plot. in most cases it will not be continued or mentioned because it didn’t happen in canon. These are just scenarios that do not go along with the canon of this blog and just What If scenarious as long as you want to keep it that way.
3) Send everything in twice or thrice because tumblr eats asks sometimes
4) SEND IT IN U COWARS LET ME UNLEASH DA SIN
5) beware because Hatter has no shame.
Love u ❤️
“I’m really good with my mouth and tongue, just saying. I can prove it.”
NSFW Symbol Meme
Send a symbol for the following…
∞ - for my muse to run their hand up your muse’s thigh ღ - for my muse to drop to their knees and nuzzle your muse’s groin ❥ - for my muse to kiss yours until they’re both out of breath and trembling ♚ - for my muse to push yours to their knees for oral ♫ - for my muse to dance provocatively for yours ☏ - for my muse to leave yours a questionable voicemail (possibly drunk) ✌ - for my muse to jack off/finger yours ☠ - for my muse to push yours against a wall and kiss them ☢ - for my muse to bring yours to the edge of orgasm, then deny them
Add ‘reverse’ for our muses’ positions to be switched!
Tbh I really want to write some sin & rebloggy sin memes just for funsies w/o plotting but I’m afraid that I’ll scare people off because I’m a sinner and my shitposting already scared a lot of peeps xD jfsduiffhv
“fluff? what fluff???? is it decliious?????”
aka a page from the book called “GTFO Renata 101”
Kindly remove yourself and your angst. :')
*sobs hard in the background* I WISH I COULD, FELICIA, I WISH I COULD BUT I DON’T HAVE THE POWER . . . .. . . . the angst is 2 stronk in me and it cannot be removed THE ANGST SATAN CANNOT BE REMOVED
Cupping her cheeks gently. The taller chain forced the other to look at him, and to not dare look away. Not when he had so much to say to her. He was quite an honest man, which was why he felt it right to correct any misdemeanors, “Hatter. Do not take my words as a joke. I do not lie nor do I find pleasure in watching you torment yourself to such degrees. It matters not of what you are nor of the power you posses. You are not just a weapon and I won’t dare to lie to you. You’re more than that.”
@jbberwck
The touch (oh so gentle) made her look at him. The fear still lingered inside. She was afraid of Jabberwock. He was waking up something that she didn’t want to come to the surface, something that she could push away when she was with Alyss and Break. That something that she didn’t allow anyone to touch before she approved. Yet here he was, standing right in front of her. She was not stable, he had to understand. Rosetta could harm him, she could kill him. What are the consequences of this situation? They didn’t matter to her now, Rosetta was fearing what she was doing now.
Hatter was not a human, she long ceased to be a part of humanity and didn’t see herself as anything else but a CHAIN. She shouldn’t worry about such things. Her only reason to exist was to destroy. Hatter was already eating away bits of Break’s soul, she promised to kill Alyss. Her sole purpose was to kill and create chaos. Her only goal to live was to destroy. Who was she if not a weapon of mass destruction? Why would he try to make her doubt that?
Her hands found themselves on his which cupped her cheeks and didn’t let her look away. It was impossible. She couldn’t look away. She had to look at him, look into his eyes, let him see the puzzlement and confusion of her eyes, her vulnerability. He was not her ally, he was not her enemy, he was… Who was he?
You’re more than that.
“Why…” A tear fell down, her voice shaking lightly. Stop looking at her like that. Stop touching what you must not, or you will be burned. Stop approaching her and stop making her doubt her nature.
She was confidence personified. She is the one who must kill those who she treasures the most because it’s her sole purpose for living. Mad Hatter will be left alone either way. Why must she care about this right now? Why must he make her wish for something more? Hatter didn’t deserve more. He didn’t know her that much (or maybe he did?). She killed countless people, countless chains, sacrificed many for her own selfish desires. She couldn’t even protect those whom she gave birth to. Ah, it hurts.
“Why… why do you care?” Her question lingers in the air for a moment before she continues, wishing to look away yet he didn’t allow her to. He was looking straight into her soul. It was unsettling. She felt unguarded. Hatter felt weak, it was the worst feeling yet she longed to know the answer. Was she truly something more? Was she really existing for more purposes than just one? “I’m the… the Mad Hatter, the one who destroys everything. My contractor, the Core, Alyss, everything… You can… just use your words to weaken me, yet you try to make me feel… whole… Why do you try to come closer…?”
But maybe… but maybe just this one time she will allow her weakness to take on. For one evening she will lean into the human sanity that she tried to push away for the sake of her goals. Maybe, just this one time, she can be a simple woman whose unpredictability will be not a sign of madness but just her trait of character.
“My name…” She whispers now, tears running down her cheeks now, burning her skin as Hatter spoken out again. “…say it again, please. One more time… while I’m still longing for it… while [I’m] still here.” She wanted to hear it from him once again. Hatter didn’t want to lose herself yet she will someday. Once again, just like before. Her insanity will take over when she fights. Her madness will wake up when she understands that everything will crumble down and she will forever be left alone as everything she touches will turn to ashes.
Don’t look. Don’t come. Don’t know. Don’t cross over. Don’t bring your footsteps any closer. Don’t listen. Don’t get closer. Don’t comprehend. Don’t search. Is anything here really worth obtaining?!
“ is this a gift for me? “
@jbberwck
She was only good at creating one thing: hats. Not destroying, but creating those. Her mastery was something that can never be achieved. The personal touches, the fine materials, the wonderful designs. And so, she created a hat for Jabberwock. She created a hat for someone who had been interesting to her, a man whose face never changed and if it did… it was so important not to miss. So, with that said, Hatter was quite proud of her hat that she created for the young man before her. The color scheme fitted him, and she made sure to take into account that he was a Baskerville’s chain, too.
The small crown, feathers, golden lining and some bright light blue gems to fit the fact that he could fly within the skies where the darkness will not touch him. The design was complicated yet simple. The details were essential in her work and so she did her best to make this a masterpiece just like any other hat.
Rosetta nodded happily as she clapped her hands together. She was a child right now, bubbly and enthusiastic about receiving his feedback on the hat that she presented to him.
“Of course. This hat is one in this world. After all, I ama Hatter~! I create the best hats in the world. So, this is yours and yours alone. Wear it with pride!” Ah, she was so happy with her creation. But she was even more happy to hear that he liked it. If he did.
" Rosetta is a beautiful name, it suits you. " ( I'D LIKE TO POINT OUT YOU WERE ASKING )
@jbberwck
Something in his words sounded familiar yet not. Hatter could feel her cheeks burn as her feminine side woke up, puzzled by his genuine and honest compliment about her name. Her true name. Her human name which left her lips without her noticing. Yet Jabberwock noticed and commented even though she was not asking for compliments. No, she was no longer a female who longed for someone’s affections, right? She was no longer asking for compliments, right? And yet, he still said how beautiful her name was. How it… suited her? What did he mean by that? Wasn’t he sure of her insanity by now? Didn’t he see what monster was standing in front of him?
“… You must have gone insane, Jabberwock,” her words quieter than usual, she stepped away from him to the right, looking away in shyness. Why was he say that? Jabberwock was not a fool, and he wasn’t a liar. He was too honest, too good, too… no, he must remember that she was nothing but a killing machine. A mad woman whose powers were far above anyone’s reach and control. The one who could tear him apart with the sweetest smile on her face. “A beautiful name that suits me? Haha, you almost sound like...”
And he called her name beautiful, and the proceeded to say that she, too, was beautiful? Perhaps, he didn’t say it like that and Hatter understood merely it like that, but still. Her heart raced, her breath stuck in her throat. Something in this situation sounded familiar. Somehow, these words seemed familiar. Someone told her that before, right? Someone called her name beautiful back.
Who, who, who said them? Who are you? Why can’t I remember his face? Why can’t I recall his exact voice? Why? Why? Why?
“Who are you...?” She suddenly asked while staring at him. The red eyes shined brighter than usual, yet there was fear in them. Animalistic fear that hit her suddenly, making her hug her shoulders.
Someone said something like that before, but she forgot who. It was someone who she knew, right? It was. It was... It was.
It hurt. Her heart suddenly hurt. She did another step away from the man whose name was Jabberwock. He was, right? His name was Jabberwock. He was nothing more and nothing less. He was real. Yes, yes, yes, he was, right? The color drained from her face. The madness was returning slowly due to her loss of thought, loss of understanding, loss of herself. Wait, no. Her name, she must remember her name. Her name was Rosetta. Rosetta Dupre. She was the mother of two children... But who was the father of those children?
Ah, maybe that was it. Maybe she was indeed going insane once again. Sometimes, memories that you carried from your previous life were even more of a curse than a blessing. In her case, her mind was a curse now, making her take a deep breath in and then out.
“Jabberwock... You are Jabberwock... You are no one else, right?” She laughed now, but it was broken laughter. An empty one. A scared one. She was happy yet sad. She was glad yet cursing at her own madness. It hurt yet it felt pleasant. That compliment. She was scared. “Ah, that’s right. I did so many bad things. I couldn’t even protect Lisette and Nicolas... My sweetest children. My little treasures. How can I... How can my name be beautiful when my hands are tainted with blood? Haha, you must be joking. Surely, you are... How can wickedness be beautiful?”
Shut up, shut up, shut up. Where was Break? Where was her contractor? She needed to hear his voice. She needed to hear Alyss’ voice. It hurt, she couldn’t help it. Jabberwock was too close to uncovering too much. She spoke too much already, right? No, she must not talk more. Her head will explode.
“My name... beautiful... suits me? I want it to... I want... but it does not. Did you say that to mess with me, Jabberwock? Is it fun to see wretchedness fall beneath such mighty state as yourself?” She raised her voice, but not in anger. More in pain. She wanted him to stop talking but also answer her questions. Why was that sentence turned out like this? Why did something from the past had to approach her mind so fast?
Where were those who calmed down her insanity and those voices in her head?
‘Ah, it must be wonderful to hide the wickedness behind that pretty face of yours’, someone said to her before.
“The Bloody Rabbit uses my nickname for Jabby? How cute. Want some more?”
“Rosetta~”
@spexulum
“Alyss…?” Her words were said sleepily as the chain was taking a short nap. But to hear her voice being called that only meant one: it was time to wake up, but she was only happy to do so. After all, when she was closing her eyes, she was alone. It wasn’t bad if she wasn’t reminded of how she was alone for several days trying to find her children. If only she wasn’t reminded of that, she would’ve been happy to sleep in a bit. However, Alyss’ voice was her happiness. Her voice was filled with warmth and to open her eyes and see this pure white hair? Ah, it was truly wonderful.
A smile appeared on Hatter’s face as she blinked several times to wake up. The dolls around were surprisingly quiet, seeming afraid to make either one of them angry or annoyed which was a good move, considering that only Alyss was allowed to wake up the Mad Hatter.
“Ah… Is it time to wake up now? And… you haven’t called me like that in a while. I’m happy.” Hatter truly was. She was happy to hear her name, she was happy to hear her voice saying her name. Rosetta was so lucky to know Alyss. After all, she was her everything as of now.
@jbberwck
Madness is forgotten when the children like these are involved. Hatter couldn’t help but feel happy when she was looking at them, hearing their voices, holding their hands when telling the strange stories. Her motherly side was showing the strongest at these moments. Perhaps, it was her own selfish desire to see them. Her own selfish wish to remember those who she treasures so much. Her own children. She sees them here and there among these little kids who were running around and getting gifts. What a wonderful time of the year. How glad she was to drag the other chain with her. Though... it meant too much. Her name called here and there, “Ms. Hatter! Ms. Hatter!”. What a cute bunch.
“They certainly do,” the Hatter looks more like a human now, surrounded by happy kids who were laughing and smiling. Yet there was melancholy in the too. She missed them. She missed her children. Their laughs, their smiles, their calls out to her. Mother, mother, mother...
She suddenly twitched, thinking that she just heard someone calling her just like that. But no, children were talking all around, showing gifts to each other. Jabberwck was right next to her, looking around at the kids. Did he notice? She hoped he did not, but who knew.
“I come here... when I have time. They would’ve liked it here...” She confessed, her smile kind and warm as she was looking at those kids. Ah, Lisette and Nicolas woukd’ve loved to meet them. They were such good children.
"eXCUSE YOU, THAT SCALY ASS IS MINE." // @redbredd
@redbredd
“ThAT sCALY aSs iS MiIinEEEeeEeEe !” She taunts his words.
She coughs before smiling normally, her face returning to its normal smug smile and human-like features, letting the unnaturally wide and creepy smile disappear and her black eyesockets turn into her normal scarlet hues.
“I don’t see a scaly ass, but I do see some nice asses out there. Which one do you mean, little pest?”