I’ve Never Seen Or Read LOTRs And Never Got Into The Harry Potter Books

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mad hatter fans deserve like thousands of dollars in compensation. just every hour of every day. i will personally smite every weirdo writer who keeps doing the most evil things imaginable to that little guy

Day 5 headcanons

• Tetch is that friend that tries to help you, but clearly doesn’t understand what you actually need.

• Tetch had a really good English teacher in middle school who helped him find other interesting books (at the time he mostly read Alice in wonderland over and over again and school assigned books)

1.This teacher also taught him how to come up with rhymes on the fly

•Tetch was bullied as a child for both looking a tad bit odd (buck teeth, shorter than some girls and large head) and for his natural shy and bookish nature

• He gained an interest in mind control when a saw a sideshow of a man getting both rats and audance volunteers to do odd and amazing tricks

• Schizophrenia will only worsen with age and every defeat at the hands of Batman

•Not exactly the most popular of rogues (Ivy, Scareface, Hush, Man-bat/Doctor langstrum, Two- face, Great white shark - it’s mutual) probably more don’t like him or some find it more fun to mess with him (Joker, Clayface)

• Has Maladaptive daydreaming, which has Sometimes put him in bad situations.

•Minor PTSD (triggered by losing his hat, being put in a corner, lots of people standing around him, being beat up)

• has Monophobia, Enochlophobia ( Has a lot of trouble in the Arkham cafeteria), and Autophobia.

Boom just some random headcanons I have, if you have any questions about them please send an ask

Her other self was fluffy and cute, but she doubted they would like to be to told that. They did however appear friendly and welcoming.

"Ah thank you! I full heartedly agree!"

Taking the offered seat she grabbed a cup and set about pouring herself some tea.

"We are just a set of twiddles with a single Hat between us."

Setting the tea pot in a clear area on crowded table she added, "Though one of us has a better coat I concede. Do you have any preferences in coats or teas Hatter?"

● { @themarchinghare} ●  | { Pour a new cup! }

✂ - - -   “ Wait–wait! Hold everything– SILENCE March! ”

March was not making any noise.   “ Do you hear that? Someone is walking in our garden… The roses are talking about them behind their back– as they do… ”

He pauses. “ …March Hare is coming? What? –Did I send you two invitations, March? If so this other you is terribly late indeed… Oh, March Hare! Over here you silly lagomorpha!  ”

my first time drawing rogue!!! this was so fun ;;-;; <3  @0akdown in the server asked for rogue in a sunflower yellow dress!!! i thought it was such a cute idea omggg

(please dont steal, this is my own work <3)

Spring inspired fruit tarts. 🍓🌹

Happy Easter by © Arno van Zon

Rogues Gallery of Portraits Pt 3

Mad Hatter

His words out of a book, learned by heart. Perhaps he was someone else once, but now he is this being of paper trying to be a person of flesh. The world has one dimension too many in which he doesn’t fit.

There is little to say about his appearance, and what may be said isn’t flattering. His nose is the most remarkable part of him, large and bent. Everything else is forgotten, eyes drawn to his hat. He has many, that he wears for different occasions ; a green bowler hat for dinner, a grey béret for rainy days, a blue top hat for murder, a red tricorne for holidays… His favourite is the top hat.

He makes hats for others as well. Put them on their heads and they turn docile, obedient. The world follows the story better with hats.

He smells like Earl Grey and dust, like he is a forgotten book himself. He’s missing his main character, his Alice, which he looks for in the eyes of all women, in the way they smile and in the words they speak. It takes more than blonde hair to be Alice ; he can always dye the hair. There is an essence that he seeks. An essence he never finds. The women get scared, fail, or grow old ; flesh people, changing and decaying. He curses Time and what it does ! It flows between his fingers like a stream, taking away the Alices. The world moves without him, too fast for him to understand.

It’s always 6 o’clock at his table and in his heart. The quest for an Alice never ends.

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