Our wonderland has shattered.

Everything was perfect. Until it wasn't. Wonderland multimuse. Mainly Syfy Alice (Blended w American Mcgee) with some other renditions as well. Mostly mature versions of Wonderland more prominent on this blog, 16+ rec. PSDs by venuscommissions Icon Borders by venuscommissions and/or somresources Written by Harley.

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highercost‌:

Knee-deep in the mire,  she presents herself a rather hapless urchin; wrinkled nose and fidgeting all in turn.  Some blue hue emanates from the pocket of her apron,  wherein she’s kept it firmly snug and untouched.  The cat is met with apathy,  and then whetted judgement.  He’s more ugly and mangy than she has first recalled.        “  Why must I be the one always killing for you  —  albeit all is my creation.  Haven’t you your own rage to expel so?  ”

       “ Rage expressed through my claws would prove unhelpful to your end. Our protection stems from your nature, Alice. Surely, you can recall that. “ R lulled when spoken, fluidity in his movements, yet remains planted firmly where skin-and-bone rest. A hum when ear flickers, attentive towards a ring. “ Foes often come unexpected. Best always keep on your guard. “ 

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Eldest son of the esteemed Madigan family, the Queen of Hearts set her sights on the boy fairly soon after enlisting his father into her commands. Just after she stole the land, or perhaps before, the elder Madigan couldn’t quite recall. Only recollections involved his little brother, absent father, barely could he even recall his mother.

He’d found his calling, as it’d turn out. Least, as far as anyone had to know. She favored him, as it turned out. He could call her a cow and she wouldn’t bat an eye, even act as if she thought he was adorable for it. So long as she did what she wanted, and as he found, killing held a heavy pleasure in his heart. 

He enjoyed it, enjoyed watching them in pain, suffering. The fear in their eyes when the blade came near.  His aggression's earned him a new title, Mad March.

 His father died, killed himself, the eldest couldn’t care. That just meant there was only two left, and he knew he had to be the only one left. The death he’d leave his little brother would be a gift against what life he’d have otherwise, best rationalization that the assassin would need.... least, if he needed one. 

He didn’t expect to be taken out first.

X X X

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&& @highercost ;; SC

        Blood-stained smile spreads as flickering tail swishes past green hues. Whilst grey-toned form materializes, nearly appearing as a step- though, seated is how he presents. Scans over her lithe being, snicker in near-breathless grin. “ Having boundaries never did too well for you, Alice. It’s better when you care less about what must be done. Killing the beast is better for us all. “ 

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while i look at diff icon borders to perhaps change to feel free to like dis for a chesh starter

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while i look at diff icon borders to perhaps change to feel free to like dis for a chesh starter

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hi im alive

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#hit the heart n i'll throw a muse at you#if yuo want specific ppl tell me n you'll get specific ppl#ppl yes I'll do more than one if you want#just dont expect it quickly bc chrome keeps freezing on me like the butt it is#out.

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hi im alive

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warringpeace‌:

             “Lady Mag. Thank you for your company.”

Not all of the kingdoms had been destroyed. While the former seat of power was nothing more than ruins, the royal families remained. Their homes were not as GRAND as the Hearts’, but they were livable. Their power would be further elevated if they managed an alliance between their kingdoms, hence the reason for his visit. 

Francis moved away from the window, finally seeing her for the first time. Now he understood why the king had chosen her; she was lovely. A proper consort for any male royal, if only she had a noble title.

             “And what do Their Majesties have in mind? You live here. What could               a visiting prince do to stave off eternal boredom?”

        “ The Casino offers plenty forms of... instant gratification. “ 

Though, most of the casino entertainment area was reserved for the oysters they’d brought in, The King mentioned that anything could be used to entertain the royal. Keep him from seeing the state of the people. While a great deal of Wonderland was in the same state: Homes on top of homes, destruction where any might riot against the Hearts, no need for visitors from other fractions to see just what had become of the citizens. 

Then, most of the ones who haven’t fought back kept from fighting back. Likely the same system that Winston planned on tricking the other royals into. Instant gratification, easiest way to maintain control.

         “ There are showings shared with our... flock, so to say. Though, there are personal amenities for the higher ups as well. A large collection of Wonders if, those serve your tastes more. Even a new sector being added, filled with formidable beasts. You can’t really play with them, but they are interesting to look at. “ 

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&& @valianceearned ;; 

         Lost Princess, perhaps? Too pretty to just be a commoner. Though, the Queen of Hearts would have her killed if she proved to be any sort of a threat. The Duchess herself would encourage it, if Jack were to show any interest. Steadily, she was turning to the very creature she despised. Jealousy could do that to a person, and a betrothed who lacked interest. 

           “ Best to tell me who you are, little girl. Else, someone with much stronger a bite might take before you’ve a chance to. “ 

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Lbr, the series acknowledged the fact that The Queen of Hearts does not recognize most of her soldiers. She recognizes her son, that’s about it. She only really started recognizing Duchess because it was more or less a tactic. She had a reason for it. 

I definitely believe that that trait of hers passed down to Jack. He only recognized Hatter because Hatter was ‘taking’ something he wanted. Alice. If Hatter wasn’t holding a sort of relation to Alice, Jack would have forgotten about him not long afterwards. Or, at least he wouldn’t have recognized his face. 

I go with Duchess worked for the King of Hearts prior to being a Duchess, and falling in love with Jack (for some bullshit reason) during this time. That’s why she went along with the whole being engaged to him thing: His prior engagement didn’t work out, seemed like a perfect chance to convince him to fall in love w her (which, as we all know if you know me on other places, I am never a fan or supporter of. I think it’s an abusive tactic and does show that Duchess is also not a good person, she just has more of an excuse than jack does) 

Tbh, I think Jack had known her for awhile, and..... didn’t realize he did. Like, he resented her as the bride ‘his mother’ picked out (when it was really his father), and assumed she was just that. Just another spy. Just like, at least where my main arching storyline goes along, particularly involving my main blog (hatpinblade), Jack does know Hatter before the series starts. But while Hatter probably remembers him, Jack doesn’t. Jack gives no shits about people outside of himself. He probably doesn’t even know who anyone in the resistance is outside of Caterpillar. 

That’s why these people think Jack should know them, or know why. Hatter is probably surprised to a point that Jack doesn’t recognize him, but then isn’t because he is. He’s just like his mother. Duchess said that her love for Jack should be obvious. He wouldn’t see it as obvious because he doesn’t recognize her. She went blonde, his entire facial recognition of her was lost. He just played along with the idea of her knowing him beforehand, without any recognition of the fact. She didn’t pick up on it, because she was too busy trying to get the man she loved (for whatever bullshit reason) to love her back, to be honest with her. To want her. It just never occurred to her that he couldn’t. 

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&& @warringpeace ;; FRANCIS II 

       THE KING’S orders were simple: entertain the visiting monarch of another kingdom. One the Queen of Hearts had yet to completely annihilate, and could potentially partner with, still. The Kingdoms of White and Red were both gone, Hearts taken their place without probable cause. The Queen could still take use of the other four Kingdoms left behind-- Spades, Clubs, Diamonds, and Fools. Entertain could mean various things, for the Prince of Clubs, she’d hope for less of what the King might have hinted. But what could she really say against it, she was a a spy, she wasn’t a Duchess yet. 

          “ Good evening. His royal highness, King Winston Heart, has requested I escort the Prince of Clubs during his stay. I am known as Magdelene. Lady Mag, if you will. “ 

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man i gotta remake all my icons of M/arina cause they’re the old ones I made w a border from a giveaway I cant remember and my drive’s still downloading so I can’t find them in general (I feel like it was Dani) but uh yeah I really wanna write here more and one person in particular demands attention so

STARTER CALL FOR THE DUCHESS! S/yfy Version specifically. I use marina and blake, so if you have a preference let me know! I have to make the icons over again anyways so it’ll take equally as long between them for me to post the starters! If ur a multi feel free to tell me who you want it for dearies! 

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(by George-Edwards)

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Jorun Eikill Veflen

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Jonas Romo

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hatpinblade‌:

         “ What would a saviour do? “ Heroes, flickers of stories heard when younger, someone vaguely resembling a sibling speaking them into idealized visions. Heroes were never real, saviours didn’t really happen. The world was aflame, some lone girl dark hues could see dancing between seats at a tea party so far gone in her own realm that theirs was falling to pieces as well. Good people losing themselves to the darkness, the Queen killing any crossing her path. Hatter seemed far more content breaking others down and reassembling them to care much for his own friends or family. Nothing ever did last forever.

          “ I can’t break everyone free from the asylum. Half of his stock comes from there. He’s turned his own sons into weapons. Me, my brother, we’re nothing to him. Memories are powerful, I doubt any can forget this mess. “ How little she truly knows, knowledge never fully extending outwards of the oversized birdcage she’s been trapped inside. Attempts to move the excuse for appendages he’s replaced her own with, the heat kept high to ensure her body remains too weak to deny the foreign matter. “ Could maybe break one of these off to pick the lock, could be he’ll barge in knowing what’s occurring. “ 

        “ Perhaps a simple equation will further explain the situation in full. If one can’t save everyone but a single person, would they still try? Would it truly be wrong of them to let all suffer in place of one? Or would everything come to a certain end if the singular soul manages escape? Not everyone will be safe, in essence. Though, most will remain. Least in memories. Oftentimes that proves to be enough. “

       Glance behind the cat, which shifts out of presence. He reappears within the cage, seated next to the broken essence of a girl. A groan, eyes looking upwards at the lockless mechanism. Hatter’s ingenuity supposedly passed onto at least one of his young, perhaps the one tied down in front will be the forerunner. Though, part of the cat suspects that all the inmates will soon run the asylum. Perhaps they only need a little push. “ Memory is far more important than just life, perhaps a reminder is necessary. “ 

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hatpinblade‌:

          LUNGS FEEL heavy with the heat pressing down upon pale form, sickly appearance when she’s unconscious, only worse when awoken. Fire kept burning in the chamber, eyes drawl across the sleeping form of the only companionship she knows. When golden slivers shine near her, taking shape steadily as the girl sits up– careful to keep quiet. Much as neither know true freedom, rarely does the other get to rest where he’s barred down, iron pinning right arm to the ground.

          “ You’ve a habit of showing up wherever you want, don’t you? “ Breath flickers as voice breaks, pulled close to herself as she tries to keep held up. Wires protruding from the arm that’d been replaced– though, still not complete. The Hatter had been rather busy to finish with his projects, still curious as to his plans for his own son. “ Yet you never try to help. “ 

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      “ Should I prove of use to you? Is it not in the best interest of all if everyone were to handle their own difficulties? Accomplishment wields empowerment, or so I’ve heard. “ GRIN reflects amusement, though never has the grin left his lips before. Perhaps naturally how the feline’s breed’s skull formed. Many would deny, though most still believe his species capable of the loving sort. Cheshire cats never were so simple, certainly not he. Own emotional range, albeit vast, tends to show in three specific notions. 

     “ Your own power resonates within, I’m sure. Though, in this case perhaps wiser not to rely upon it. Your own wit should suffice, least you prefer waiting for another to come to the rescue. Wonderland always has relied on others for sustenance. Perchance a saviour were to come break you free, would you choose freedom and leave the others behind, or are you more the sacrificial sort? Would you even recall the fallen, or stay too inclined with your own self? “