mad as a hatter

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SEBASTIAN STAN as JEFFERSON/THE MAD HATTER

+ JENNIFER MORRISON as EMMA SWAN

➤• ONCE UPON A TIME (2011-2018)

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Once Upon A Time (2011 - 2018)

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once upon a time meme: [9/10] characters.

↳ Jefferson/The Mad Hatter.

Jefferson in every episode ❧ 2x05 The Doctor

Jefferson + looks appreciation

BIG MOODs by Jefferson

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Leo Reilly - The Education of Charlie Banks (2007) ♡

#Q:#jefferson hatter #gifs #face #sebastian stan #story!brooke

🪓 @fortitudina liked for a starter

Once upon a time, Nicholas Hatcher was the best boxer in Old City. Then, a jealous rival called the Walrus sent his men to slay his wife and daughter. Mad with grief, Nick took an axe and slaughtered their killers until the walls were red with their blood, and the Hatcher of Heathtown was born. A decade in the asylum did nothing for his madness, but when the asylum burned around him, Hatcher escaped and resumed his work of ridding Old City of evil. There was no distinction in his mind when the Fog overtook a patch of his corrupt city. It all looked the same to him, and if he switched from painting the cobbled streets red with his axe to hanging innocents from a hook, he could no longer tell the difference. The blood was all the same color, and they all wore the faces of the men who had murdered his family.

The sound of the metal axe grated along the floor, signaling his approach. It was early in the hunt. No screams had yet rung out, no bodies writhed on hooks. The longer the hunt went on, the more erratic he got, the bloodlust taking over until he could see nothing but red. But for now, there was still time to reach him. A familiar face, the right plea, or best of all, an invocation, could remind him who he really was and guarantee a safe exit, the Entity thwarted for a night, but unfortunately the effect never carried. As soon as the Fog swept back in, he forgot again, doomed to start all over. As they all were. A generator glowed red ahead, and purposeful steps took him toward it. A swing of the axe sent it sparking and sputtering, and he turned, already searching for the next target.

#character: nicholas hatcher #chat: sable #fortitudina #dbd!verse #tw: child death

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#Q:#maddox hatter #gifs #face #jackson rathbone #fableverse #ever!after

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It was an act of desperation to get the hell out of Storybrooke and return to the seas he knew so well. Killian still had all of his memories from before Regina cast her spell, having come to the sleepy town by the means of a magic bean so he could finally get his revenge. But once he realized he was trapped, he began to get creative in his ways to get home and the top of the list was the Hatter.

"Then work your magic, hat man. I want to go home." Stepping back to give the hatter space, Killian motioned with his hand for him to step forward, keeping the hook at his side for now. He hadn't gone far after snatching the hat, merely going to a more quiet corner of the mansion so it was no surprise when he was quickly found. "Come on, mate. I have better places than wherever this is. Make it spin."

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The man most certainly seemed to be living up to the Mad Hatter namesake, but Killian had no intention of calling him out on it. Not when he still needed Jefferson as a way to get back their world and to his ship. Jefferson actually doing it, though, was the bigger problem. With the hat being tossed to the ground and nothing happening, Killian's brows pinched in the middle.

"Well now, that's a problem, ain't it?" More so than the pirate was willing to accept. The sheriff seemed to have a chip on his shoulder for him for some reason. He hadn't done anything against the law...yet. One would think the noble sheriff would give him a chance but instead he was watching him like a hawk.

"Now I've been in trickier spots than this before. What can we do to fix your little hat problem? Surely, there has to be magic hiding around this god forsaken place somewhere. Name what you need, hat man, and I'll get it."

#character: jefferson hatter #chat: killian #alwaysxinxtrouble #story!brooke

"So glad we agree." There was a mocking edge to his tone, but he resisted the urge to golf clap at the pirate coming to the same conclusion. He supposed they weren't known for their intellect. Something almost like pity crossed his face when he persisted though, as if Jefferson hadn't been trying to solve this exact problem for the last two decades. He didn't think their chances had improved by adding another mind to the mix.

"I've told you what I need, pirate. You just weren't listening. The hat takes magic, and the whole point of this town is that there is no magic. Not a poisoned apple, not a glass slipper, not a talking mirror. There are no loopholes, no way out, not even for Regina. Do you think she hasn't asked?" The memory made him smirk because it was the closest thing he had to the queen feeling regret for what she'd done to them. She wanted a way out too. She hadn't suffered nearly enough for it, but it was a start.

"I can't decide if that's arrogant or just true." His appeal was sort of undeniable, that mix of classically handsome with just a little bit of rogue in him. Hatter was no proof against the bad boy with a heart of gold trope.

He stumbled slightly as they made the transition from solid dock to rocking ship. Despite being docked and anchored, it was still an unusual sensation, and he took a moment to steady himself, as if that was going to happen any time soon with the amount of liquor in his system. "Well, we can't all be Prince Charming, can we…" He was too drunk to sort out whether Killian knew they were all just stories here and trailed off, distracted by his surroundings. Come to think of it, he didn't think he'd ever set foot on the Jolly Roger before, much less in the captain's cabin.

"Fan-cy," he murmured, sinking onto the nearest sittable object. The floor was literally moving, albeit minutely, but it was making it harder to keep his feet. "I take it back. The villain of the story would never have this kind of hospitality." He gave a bitter chuckle as he accepted the bottle and tipped it toward his lips. In fact, that was exactly the way Regina had lured him in the first time, playing on his desire to give his daughter a better life.

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"Bit of both probably." Killian said with a shrug, he didn't think he was an arrogant man but then again those who were likely thought the same way. It was just better to have the conversation focused on him to keep Hatter distracted. Hook had gone through alot, his own memories a jumbled mess that he'd drink to try and forget. At this point not knowing what was real and what was his dreams.

What he did know was real was the man beside him who was depressed and thought that he had nothing to live for and no one that cared. Killian often wondered that himself but there were kind people in storybrooke who did care and would look out for each other. Now it was his turn to do the same for someone.

"I don't know about that, some villains know how to pretend to be nice to get what they want." Killian let the other have a few sips of rum before he reached for the bottle to drink some more himself. "I just wanted you to be safe and not alone." He took one more sip and offered the bottle back.

#character: jefferson hatter #chat: killian #heartthrobxhook #story!brooke

"I take it you've met Regina," he said dryly, handing the bottle back. He didn't have anything more to lose by telling the truth about her now. She'd already done the worst possible things she could do to him. He'd wondered from time to time whether his daughter wasn't actually safer with another family, not even knowing his name, and the thought just depressed him further. He'd give a lot for the peaceful oblivion the rest of the town enjoyed.

"That's a rather tall order, Captain. Are either of those things possible in this town?" He accepted the bottle again and took another drink, the silly cheer from his buzz rapidly fading. He didn't want to be drunk and sad. That was just pathetic. What he really wanted was to feel nothing at all.

He took another drink and set the bottle on the edge of the desk with the kind of care that only came from drunk people and rose, slightly steadier on his feet. He wasn't leaving. He just needed distractions right now, and looking around the captain's cabin seemed like a one-time opportunity. He may not remember much about it tomorrow, but still, he was taking the chance to snoop while he had it.

"Oh, thank you. Wait-- why?" He blinked as the edge of the dock receded, a firm grip tethering him to the earth. He'd gotten a little mesmerized staring at the waves. Given the difficulty he was having putting one foot in front of the other, Killian had probably intervened just in time. He'd already forgotten his reasoning for doing so or the question he'd asked him. People didn't look after Hatter. Most of the town wasn't even aware that he existed.

"I'd say you aren't my type, but who are we kidding?" He chuckled, allowing himself to be steered toward the ship. He was past the point of filtering his inner monologue, drunk or not. The drunkenness just stopped him from feeling bad about it. "For the villain of the story, you've got a bit of a hero complex. Really makes you wonder about the person writing them, doesn't it?"

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A snort and a chuckle left him at the remark Hatter made in response to his offer of being company. "I didn't mean it like that... Though I find that hard to believe, I'm everyone's type." Killian said with a smirk, his tone playful and fun to distract the man from what depressing thoughts had been plaguing him.

"Villain?" He arched a brow at Jefferson then back down to their feet as they crossed the gangplank onto Jolly, making sure that they made it onto the deck safely. The former pirate ship was quiet, sails all wrapped up with a lantern here and there hanging in the lower rigging for light. "There are much bigger threats than me around, I think I'm more of a rouge-ish antagonist. Definitely not a good guy, but my heart isn't all black."

Killian let go of the other so he could open up the door to his cabin, gesturing for Hatter to step in first before following behind. "Have yourself a seat lad, feet must be tired from wandering around." He sat the other on the edge of the bed then went to grab a bottle of rum from his stock, skillfully using his hook to take out the cork and took himself a sip. The pirate came back and sat beside Jefferson to offer him the bottle.