The Mad Hatter's Tea Party

Jefferson/Mad Hatter Independent RP. AU and OC friendly Writer is 21+

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Stupid Decisions Sentence Starters

“No one ever made history by being like everybody else.”

“If plan A doesn’t work the alphabet has 25 other letters.”

“In my defense, I was left unattended.”

“Hey… No need to go in there.”

“I may have let the success go to my head.”

“If at first, you don’t succeed. Make sure you carry a parachute.”

“Well, hello there. You look like a bad decision. Come on over here.”

“You’re the one who left me alone! So technically this is partly your fault.”

“I tried to be good. But I go bored.”

“I left you alone for like Five Minutes!”

“Why am I the only adult in a room full of adults?”

“Everything happens for a reason. But sometimes that reason is your stupid and make bad decisions.”

“Do I even want to know?”

“You’re not listening to a word I’m saying are you?”

“You’re going to do it anyway, aren’t you?”

“I swear some of these rules are only created to try and make sense out of the stupid decisions you made.”

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@thelovliestofladies Continued from [x]

“That feeling is alarmingly mutual.” Jefferson replied with a frown. There was no logical reason that he could come to as to why someone would remove memories of this girl from his mind, and yet it seemed to the hatter that there was no other reason for this peculiar sense of déjà vu he was experiencing. There must be some important shared past that had been erased, though what it could be he had no idea. While he might not know what the memories involving this girl were about, he was almost certain that he knew where they were likely to have occurred. 

“Tell me, what do you know of Wonderland?” 

[thelovelyfairy-deactivated20190]

At the question Alice thought for a moment, her brows furrowing. That name, it was a place. She knew that, and she tried to think of how she knew that and what else she knew. “I Uhm…it’s a place…a sort of…magical yet terrible place. It’s confusing and strange and not much makes sense there, and yet you always seem to find exactly what your looking for.” She said, just sort of spitting out words as they came to her. “Does that help at all?”

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Jefferson nodded his head once, her words rang true to his experiences, and yet he knew he could not trust something as simple as that. This realm was a strange place after all, and he’d seen the tales of Alice and the Red Queen had made it here in the form of a story, much like the tales of most of the town’s inhabitants had. There was every chance she’d picked up that knowledge from the library, rather than first hand experience. 

“A little. Did you read Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland? I’ve heard there’s a copy in the town library, I’ve been meaning to pick it up and read it sometime.” 

[the-composer]

❤ ▬▬ emotional starters to kick you in the feelings.

“What am I to you?” “If you could be with me, would you?” “Do you still think about (___)?” ”Do you want to be something more?” “I need to tell you how I feel.” “I miss how we used to be.” “Is it okay to say that I’m jealous?” “I’m so sorry I’m jealous… It’s such an ugly feeling.” ”I can’t help the way I feel.” ”They all want you, but they don’t even know you.” ”Is it okay to want you for myself?” “You’re mine. I don’t want to share.” “I want to be the only one for you.” “It’s you. You’re it. You’re the one I want.” “If you want me, you can have me.” “You can have others, but I will be your priority.” “Let’s talk about what you want.” “Let’s talk about what I want.” “I’ll wait for you. I’ll wait until you’re ready.” “You’re my friend. You didn’t know that?” ”I don’t think I know how to love…” ”Can I trust you?” “I forgive you.” “I only play around because I don’t have you.” “Name it. I’d give it up for you.” “You play so hard to get. Will I ever catch you?” “How can I get you to like me?” “Is there some secret to winning your love?” “Are you available?” “Are you afraid of commitment?” “If I agreed to be exclusive with you, would you do the same?” “Do you feel anything?” ”Why are you pushing me away?” ”The instant you start to feel something, you turn tail and run.” ”He/she/they love you, you know…” ”Don’t. I’m not good for you. Don’t even think about falling for me.” ”I will hurt you. That’s just a fact.” “You’re so wild that I want to be the one to tame you.” ”If you love them, then I want to as well.” “Your heart is safe with me.” ”You’re the type who wants to have your cake and eat it, too.” ”You’ve got me wrapped around your finger.” ”I’ve missed you so much.” ”Your happiness comes before mine.” ”I don’t mind sharing, as long as I’m with you.” “I am so sorry for hurting you.” “Can we start over?”

[noxthisiswhoiam-blog]

continued from here [ @teaandteleportation ] 

His actions spoke louder than any words could. Watching him and hoping that he wasn’t about to slam the door in her face or add more salt to the wounds she already had, figuratively of course, she would have let out a sigh of relief as soon as he came to her side and helped her stay standing if not for the pain that she felt as soon as she went to move again. She moved carefully, slowly, as he lead her inside and closed the door behind them. She smirked, but said nothing as he locked the door. Knowing fully well that a lock wasn’t going to keep her enemy out if she really wanted to get to her right now.

“Ah… I know. It’s not too deep from what I can tell, but if we don’t stop the bleeding soon I might pass out.” she confessed, having already been bleeding for quite a while. She was sure anyone could follow the trail of her blood outside to here. “I’ll try to make sure it doesn’t get any more on your carpets or furniture. Better yet I’ll pay for the dry cleaning.” She hissed, looking down at the towels that started to turn red to match her blood.

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Jefferson nodded, swallowing as his eyes trailed to the towel pressed to her wound, blood already seeping into the fabric. There was no time for delicacy around the topic here if she’d been bleeding for as long as he believed she had, he needed to act fast. He quickly strode to his sewing room, grabbing a needle and thread and returning to Emma’s side with the tools he required. They weren’t as sterile as he would have liked, but they were clean and the needle was sharp, and since she clearly had no desire to go to the hospital they would have to suffice for now. 

“Lie down, and pull your shirt up.” He started, continuing his sentence quickly so that she did not have time to protest against his request “I’m only asking so I can stitch you up, before you go getting any ideas. Now, I would give you some tea to knock you out and numb this, but given the lack of time and amount of blood you’ve lost, I think its safer to go without. You might want to bite down on that towel, this is probably going to hurt, and you might not want whatever caused that hearing you scream” 

[hookedsurvivor]

A Necessary Partnership

Continued: [x]  |  @teaandteleportation

“I would be careful about the threats you make, mate,” Killian snarled, words akin to poison as he turned a venomous glare upon the hatter. “Some of us remember those who cross us,” he warned, taking a slow exhale to calm his agitated state. It would not suit him well to end up trapped within the confines of Neverland.

“And what is it you desire?” he asked, eyebrow raised in curiosity at the idea someone had paid the hatter to seek him out. “And just who is your employer?” It did not sit easy with him, working for some unknown figure. He struggled enough at the idea of working for anyone else alone, let alone having to navigate the mystery of attempting to suss out the intentions that were behind his employment.  

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“Ah ah ah” Jefferson tutted, wagging his finger at the pirate captain. He was enjoying having the power here, it was an alarmingly rare occasion where Jefferson had the upper hand. Such was the sad reality of a thief for hire unfortunately, and while usually he was quite happy being the subordinate, there was a thrill in being able to torment Killian so. 

“Your memory is of no interest to me, if I choose to leave you on this island it won’t much matter if you remember me or not will it? As for my employer, that particular piece of information is none of your business. I need a plant local to this region, a deadly poison that goes by the name Dreamshade. I presume you know of it?” 

[princesircastic-archive]

                                             True love isn’t easy                                                                              but it must be                                                 fought for

                                           because once you find it,                                                                            it can never be                                                 replaced

[rumdaydreams]

teaandteleportation:

“Seriously. You’re saying that people turned down you on that thing? No wonder I was having no luck, if a guy like you can’t get a date.” 

He was almost as excited by the idea of getting out of this town as Killian was, after all the only reason he’d stuck around so long was for Grace, though she was currently splitting her time between him and her fake family. 

“I don’t know. It’s a big world out there, we could go anywhere really.” 

❝  Ach, give yourself more credit, mate–and me a little less.  ❞

——|☠ He gives the hatter a friendly slap on the back. A road trip might be exactly what he needed to get out of this life rut he was in. He turns to his friend and smiles. —

❝  The world, as they say, is our oyster. Where to?  ❞

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“If you think I need to give you less credit, then clearly you need to look in a mirror” Jefferson grinned, taking the rest of Killian’s words as a compliment. “Turns out that while pirates might be exactly the sort of bad boy women want, someone who kidnaps a school teacher to get his own daughter back is a little too bad for most people’s tastes.” 

Jefferson pondered for a moment, thinking of all the places they could possibly go. There really were no limits after all. 

“I vote as far away from here as possible, wherever that may be. Sound good?” 

[teaandteleportation]

@thelovliestofladies Continued from [x]

“That feeling is alarmingly mutual.” Jefferson replied with a frown. There was no logical reason that he could come to as to why someone would remove memories of this girl from his mind, and yet it seemed to the hatter that there was no other reason for this peculiar sense of déjà vu he was experiencing. There must be some important shared past that had been erased, though what it could be he had no idea. While he might not know what the memories involving this girl were about, he was almost certain that he knew where they were likely to have occurred. 

“Tell me, what do you know of Wonderland?” 

[teaandteleportation]

“You remind me of someone I once knew.” (From Alice and also hello!)

“Oh really? And who would that be?” Jefferson asked with a raised brow, looking back over at the girl as she spoke. He’d only given her a brief glance before, but now he really looked at her, trying to work out who she was. She looked familiar, that much was obvious, but he couldn’t quite work out why she was familiar to him. It was like the memory had been taken from his mind, or altered somehow. There was every chance that was the case, after all he had been decapitated at one point, something like that was surely likely to affect one’s mind. 

[teaandteleportation]

captaindashingrapscallion:

Observing the man who boarded his ship, Killian allowed a laugh to spill over his lips, amused he had found another who shared his sentiments towards this ridiculous day. “They call it tradition, though I’ll be bloody damned if it makes any sense to me. Romance never usually required so much paper and cheap decoration to my knowledge.”

Stepping over to the other man, he took his offered hand, shaking it firmly before he released it and clapped the man on the shoulder friendly. “Jefferson, pleasure’s all mine. Killian Jones, though you are probably more familiar with my more colourful moniker.” An amused smile crossed his face then, waving his hook in the air briefly between them.

“You’re welcome to linger here until the festivities pass, mate. I have work on deck to occupy me, but the cabins below are clean enough and there are a few books that might capture your attention if the air is not for you.” He ordinarily would not permit a stranger full access to below his decks without any form of knowledge about him bar town whispers, but he sympathised with the man’s plight.

“Unfortunately in this realm, things aren’t quite the same as what either of us are used to. Everything comes with a price tag on it, and romance is no different. In this realm, the more you have to spend, then the more romantic you are. Apparently all that paper and glitter is a big part of that.” Jefferson shook his head, irritated and unimpressed in equal measures by this realm and its ridiculousness 

“I think I can probably work out your other moniker, captain. But as someone who isn’t so fond of the name others insist on giving me, you’ll have to forgive me if I don’t describe you by such a term. You’re more than just that, I’m sure.” Jefferson added, gesturing to the hook as he spoke. He hated being reduced to the mad hatter, he presumed the captain must grow tired of his own nickname too from time to time. 

“It it’s all the same to you, I’d rather help you with whatever it is you’re doing. I appreciate the offer though.” He wanted to get his mind off of everything that was currently happening in the town, and hard work seemed like the best way to do just that. Moping around below decks would only entertain him for so long, before his mind drifted back to Grace again, and he felt even more alone than before. 

[sweetiinsanity-a-deactivated201]

I Should Have Been There

[sweetiinsanity-deactivated20180]

“Man, don’t kill my vibe. If I have to create the freakin’ explosions then I will.” For once Hatter’s voice lacked the malice that seemed to permanently taint his tone, he seemed to be joking with the other male, excited for the change in scenery. He was getting restless, domestic life was not for him, he needed action and constant movement, something to distract him. Here he was left with his thoughts, with mundane tasks that held no interest for him, he was going completely and utterly insane. 

“In case you’ve forgotten—” Once more jaw tightened, icy hues hardening and narrowing as he mentally squared up to the other. “—It’s because of that damned thing that I exist. So while I appreciate the sentiment, I don’t need it because I wasn’t created to be babied by you. I was created to look after you.”

[teaandteleportation]

“If you’re going to create the explosions, then you’re keeping them as far away from the house as possible, you understand? Blow up a tree if you want, but if you break anything, you’re the one fixing it not me.” He shook his head, not sure he even wanted to think of just how the other man was planning on rigging an explosion in his home realm. There was gunpowder of course, and cannon fire, but the idea of Hatter with a barrel full of gunpowder was something that he very much did not want to even consider. 

Jefferson was normally the man to back down when Hatter squared up to him, but on this occasion he was not about to change his mind. “If you were created to look after me, how do you think you’re going to do that if you’re dead or trapped in some other realm, hmm? I want you to have your own life, your own freedom, but giving you that hat is just throwing all of that away. 

[noxthisiswhoiam-blog]

💔

For everyone who hates happiness! [ @teaandteleportation ] acceptingMy muse comes to yours after being assaulted.

She hadn’t been out this way in years. Not since the last time she came knocking on this door that she made a promise she wouldn’t ever do again, not in anger… just because she didn’t want to risk getting kidnapped again. She had more of an understanding now as to his motives and why he had done it, and held nothing against him of course, but she still hadn’t really planned to be at the Mad Hatter’s house. It was the closest though and right now the she needed whatever close help she could get since she could barely walk.

She had found herself face to face with the Dark Fairy in the forest. Alone and with nothing but her broken magic to defend herself, the battle had ended… poorly. Ambushed, assaulted, and in more pain now than she could ever remember being in, she had dragged herself away– alive. 

Barely.

She needed help though and she hoped she wasn’t about to be turned away as she knocked on the door, only to then lean against the side of it with her hands pressed against her stomach where it hurt the most. 

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He wasn’t sure who he’d been expecting to see at the door when he’d heard the knock, but it certainly wasn’t Emma, and definitely not in the shape she was in. He had no particular issues with the sheriff of course, after the kidnapping issue he’d been keeping his head down, hardly an outstanding citizen of their small town but also not doing anything that could cause too much of an issue to provoke her or her family. 

Why she was here didn’t even factor into his mind as he took in the sight of her, the dark red of her blood staining her shirt only a few shades darker than her favourite jacket. He acted without even thinking, instantly going to her side and helping her into the house and down onto his sofa, shutting and locking the door behind them just in case who or whatever had done this her came back looking to finish off the job. His next task was simple, grabbing some clean towels and placing them over the wound across her stomach. 

“You need to put pressure on this, I don’t want you bleeding all over my carpets. I might be able to stitch it shut, if it’s not too bad, but I’ll need to get a better look at it to see.” 

[sweetiinsanity-deactivated20180]

“I ain’t the one making a million hats in the hope that ONE of them will be magical.” A click of his tongue and a brow hitched up his forehead. In his own mind his logic seemed completely sound, Jefferson was of course the crazier of the two, although he did not deny that he was some form of insane too. He had to be to risk his neck to see the other all the time. “This is Wonderland. We’re ALL insane here, if you didn’t notice.” 

The hat was placed atop Hatters head, the brim flicked with his middle finger before draping his arms over the back of the chair he was seated upon. Head cocked to the side, hat in danger of falling from its new perch as he rolled his eyes. Of course, this topic never brought forth any new points for debate, they always ended up going around in circles. “I ain’t been caught by the Queen. How do you think I manage that? No one’s getting their head chopped off, except some guards if they get in my way.” 

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“I had a magical hat before, I remember what it was like, who’s to say that I won’t be able to make another one? There’s magic here, if there was going to be anywhere to recreate a hat like that, this would be the place.” Jefferson might not have sounded overly convincing, after all he was still trying to convince himself that was the case. 

As for the Queen, he wasn’t entirely sure he knew how Hatter had been evading her or her guards, but whatever he was doing it was clearly working on one level, but not helping in their escape plans. “Chop the heads off her guards and she’ll take your heart, you know. I don’t know how they’ve not caught you yet but I don’t think it’s fighting that’s going to get us out of here alive. Fighting will only bring the Queen’s attention on to you, and given the amount of resources at her fingertips... You’d be heartless and headless in no time at all.” 

[teaandteleportation]

disney and star trek

SEND ME A FANDOM AND I’LL TELL YOU A CHARACTER I’D ROLEPLAY FROM THAT FANDOM Disney- hmm, I’ll be good and limit this to those who I don’t have ouat muses for and say either Tiana or Ursula Star Trek- this was kinda hard because I’ve only seen the movies, but I think I’d have to go with Scotty, because grumpy Scotsman who’s done with everyone 5000% of the time.

[youmissedsxcker]

SEND ME A FANDOM AND I’LL TELL YOU A CHARACTER                 I’D ROLEPLAY FROM THAT FANDOM.

[hookedsurvivor]

An Unlikely Alliance

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captaindashingrapscallion:

“Perhaps…” Killian murmured, allowing the man his dues, for the thief was notorious enough in his own right for his trade, and he had occasionally found himself seeking pieces in more recent years that the other had ended up capturing first. He opted not to discuss it, however, preferring to live in a silent admiration than allow the other to capture any sense of appreciation of the hatter’s talents on his part.

“I’m sure you’ll find a way to be concerned eventually, though the more pressing matter for you is once what I have is in their possession, they intend to use your lass to motivate you. So currently, I am the only thing standing between your darling child and two evil queens. But I’m sure she’ll be fine…” His tone altered as he spoke, becoming somewhat snappish as he recognised that time was running short.

Jefferson’s expression darkened at the mention of his daughter, as he immediately took Killian’s warning as far more of a threat than anything else. He closed the space between them, squaring up to the man, grabbing the front of his clothing. He’d certainly got the man’s attention now, if there was one thing that could motivate the hatter it was concern for Grace.

“I swear to God, if you hurt her I won’t just take your hand, pirate. There won’t be anything of you left for your crew to clean up when I’m done. Now, you have my attention, tell me what you want to do about this situation, and make it quick. I won’t have my daughter in the firing line because of your mistake, do you understand me?”  

[princesircastic-archive]

The Wicked and the Mad

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princesircastic:

“They called me mad long before this curse.” David shrugged idly, observing the other man closely as he spoke. “They called me many things, most of them unpleasant or intended to be cruel. There may have been truth in some of them, of course. There’s no denying it.” His lips curved into a smile, amused. “I was certainly a wicked one, that’s for sure.”

He caught the briefest flicker of emotion on the other man’s face before it was quickly concealed, and knew that his words had hit home somewhere. Good. It might have been small of him, but he took some amount of pleasure from knowing he could still be cruel even when he didn’t entirely intend to be. “No, that’s not why I’m here. I’m not like those heroes who want to whine about how they’ve been wronged by this curse.”

He paused, making sure to choose his words carefully. “You dealt with loss during the curse. You couldn’t have your daughter, she didn’t know you, but you could see her. You suffered with the constant reminder that she was out of your reach, beyond your grasp.” His jaw tightened, his words faltering as he struggled to show a weaker side of himself to someone who was, essentially, a complete stranger to him. “How did you cope? Having those memories and knowing there was nothing you could do to reclaim what was lost to you?”

“Cope?” Jefferson had to laugh at that, though the noise came out as rather more bitter than it should. He could hardly say that what he’d done in the time since he’d been separated from Grace was coping, he’d spent his time fixated on nothing else but finding some way to get her back after all, even going so far as to watch her through a telescope just to make sure she was doing okay. 

It had been torture watching her from so far, knowing that she was right there, but still out of his reach. He wondered idly if it was that emotion that had brought David to his door, if there was perhaps someone in this town he missed. 

“I didn’t cope. I focused on finding a way to get her back.” Idly he gestured to the wall of identical hats behind him “Did you think these were just for show? I made every one of them, and hundreds more, just trying to make one work. I’d hardly call that coping.” 

There was one thing he’d used in his darkest moments to help him forget, to help quieten the mess in his mind, but he didn’t think someone quite as straightlaced as David was rumoured to be would entirely approve of that particular habit. Though, he said he wasn’t a hero, wasn’t like the shining examples who lived in the town, so perhaps all those rumours were wrong. Only one way to find out.

“I can give you something, to help you forget. But it doesn’t last forever, and there are certain... Side effects.” Personally, he’d quite enjoyed the hallucinogens, but they weren’t for everyone, and Wonderland had strengthened his mind to strange goings on enough that he’d barely questioned anything he’d seen. He couldn’t guarantee that the same would be said for David.