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[jcinthedance]

There is no mortal madness like love. It will bleed you dry, it will slash you into infinite pieces.

Helaena C Moon @ http://hapless-hollow.tumblr.com/ (via hapless-hollow)

#→ ✗ ❝ It didn't have to be this way. ❞ 🐇 muses.

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tumblr friendships are hard to maintain like im sorry i know i havent talked to you in 5 months but you’re still super rad and i still consider us friends im just dumb

#ahaha...ha... #i am so sorry i am as scattered as jervis is sometimes-- #→ ✗ ❝ Would not. could not. ❞ 🐇 o.o.c.

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the-arkham-librarian​:

Eliza is fighting back the urge to giggle. She’s never seen Jervis like this before. She takes her seat at the table and Eleanore, with no small amount of grace, sits down in the seat offered to her.

Taking up the teapot, Eliza pours some into each of her guests cup. “I got fresh cream just like you asked grandma.” Eleanore smiles, “Thank you sunlight.” She turns back to Jervis, “I’m curious, have you met many of my people?”

   The hatter takes his seat after she’s surely situated, prim posture, a pleasant smile of his elongated teeth, and no elbows on the table. He waits his turn to prepare his tea, and in the mean time, looks to the grandmother at their inquiry.

“ No, not one before you, madam   or, not to my knowledge, that is... B-but I’ve tried to learn about the Fair Folk! I’ve always been in awe at the stories about your people and customs, I would stay up until morning just reading what I could find... but nothing could ever compare to being the guest of one. ”  He nods his head in a bow as he knits his gloved fingers.

#the-arkham-librarian #→ ✗ ❝ Will you- won't you? ❞ 🐇 i.c. #→ ✗ ❝ Wonderland is the underbelly of Gotham. ❞ 🐇 main verse.

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    ( The more I see pictures and descriptions of how grim gotham is a place to live, I can’t help thinking about how big the contrast is between when Jervis is hallucinating and when he’s at his most aware.

One moment he’s on the sparkling streams of the mushroom forest and next thing he knows he’s somewhere in crime alley next to a rat the size of a large hare and the constant sound of sirens and screams and he’s just

ah. right. we’re back to this again. )

#*breathes* i will........... actually write i swear #i have a headache but i want to write gosh darn it-- #→ ✗ ❝ Would not. could not. ❞ 🐇 o.o.c. #→ ✗ ❝ What's under the hat. ❞ 🐇 study.

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tea kettle... simple everyday object... shaped like other simple everyday objects.... beautiful.. poetic even... this are the little things that life's all about

#jervis owns every last one of these #→ ✗ ❝ Like something I dreamed once. ❞ 🐇 aes.

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#I love this... #and i also love how they happened to color the hatter similarly to jervis #and i also love how the background text is literally an extremely long diatribe about the definition of what a book is #→ ✗ ❝ Like something I dreamed once. ❞ 🐇 aes.

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willoughbyofgaia​:

“Yes, I like being near the water. It reminds me of home…” He cocked his head, eyes shifting to swirl with the colours of autumn leaves in interest, as the Hatter spoke. The pollution in Gotham would have bothered him more before he had spent time away from Gaia on struggling planets. Now, while it wasn’t very pleasant, it was more than bearable. The human had a particular way of speaking, almost lyrical, and the dryad couldn’t help but smile as he listened.

“I am well, thank you,” he dipped his head in greeting in the absence of an offered hand. “How are you, Hatter?” If that was the man’s preference, like Thanos preferred ‘Lord’, he was happy to abide by it. He nodded, “Thank you for the concern. I will advise my brothers of such, though I trust them to take good care of me. They’ve done so in many places.” The nature spirit looked at him with concern, “Will you be all right here?” The human looked to be alone, as Willoughby currently was despite the device that kept Zilzy abreast of his condition…  

       “ Oh? Do tell   is your home... under, atop, or beside the water? ” He sincerely asks, miming in three points, tapping some imaginary measurement. Now, one would think he’s asking this because of their odd appearance, but no-- he, in fact, would have asked this no matter who they were. 

“ How am I? ”  Something about the question makes the strangely jovial man titter as he approaches ever closer and leans his entire head on his rabbit cane. “ Fine, fine, finer than tailor’s thread... ” He must admit they seemed... alien. There’s a difference between a mutant and an alien-- mutants still find the Hatter concerningly odd. 

And as a man whose had the displeasure of being apprehended by an alien or two in his day, he understands that’s a real possibility.  He’s quiet as they speak, contently trying to make sense from little context and each vague implication of brothers and places, until they ask him a question.  “ Oh-- me-- you needn’t worry about me... I never go anywhere alone, let alone this late... My friends are in there. See? ”  He points behind them both, back at the one storage unit that appeared to have it’s light on. “ I’d introduce them to you but i’m afraid they aren’t the talkative sort... not while they work, least-wise. ” He assures casually with a smile and a nod.

#willoughbyofgaia #→ ✗ ❝ Will you- won't you? ❞ 🐇 i.c. #→ ✗ ❝ Wonderland is the underbelly of Gotham. ❞ 🐇 main verse.

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the-arkham-librarian​:

At his greeting Eleanore raises one delicate eyebrow. It’s been many years since she’s been regarded with such reverence from a mortal and it made her think of days gone by.

She turns to her granddaughter, “You were not exaggerating I see.” She turns back to him, “Your manners are most appreciated, Hatter. It’s been far too long since I’ve been approached with the proper reverence that my people expect.”

Eliza looks between them, “Well, should we have tea?” Eleanore strides to the table, ‘We shall.”

    Needless to say her positive response sent the odd man beaming. Her words did wonders to drown out the voice in his head repeatedly begging him not to mess up, if only for a moment.  “ Graciously so, madam-- any amount of time at all is far too long, I won’t allow a moment more! ”  He spiritedly assures, barely concealing his giddiness in refinement. 

Ah yes-- the tea. Tea etiquette, that he knew even better than speaking. But first, he pulls out a chair for Eleanore, a proud and chivalrous smile all the while as he gestures for them join the table.

#the-arkham-librarian #→ ✗ ❝ Will you- won't you? ❞ 🐇 i.c. #→ ✗ ❝ Wonderland is the underbelly of Gotham. ❞ 🐇 main verse.

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     By the way Jervis was stiffly and properly poised and clearly barely containing some sort of nuclear energy, you would think Tetch thought he was about to meet the queen of England.  “ Hardly! ” He immediately assures in hushed tone between them, manners certainly being something he holds in high regard as it is, “ everybody knows to be polite to-- “ he squeaks, his attention fixed like a deer in headlights on the direction of the bells.

And at the sight of her full form, it took a few blinks to remember himself, but he instantly responded with one of his full, most gracious bows, removing his strangely tall hat with the greeting and placing it dearly to his chest.  

Of course however, the Hatter, for all his infamy and acclaim, was ultimately still nothing but a very, very shy man and it was always so difficult to hide it in his voice.  “ I-it’s a pleasure to meet you, Madame Eleanore, an honor to have the opportunity, really. And, If I may say so--  you are truly more enchanting than I even imagined. ”   Luckily, such old fashion formalities did come so naturally to the perpetually Victorian man, despite his nerves. 

@jcinthedance meets the fairy grandmother…

Everything was set up for her grandmothers arrival. Her favorite tea was ready, everything was laid out perfectly on the garden table, and her friend was looking like he was about to faint from excitement.

Eliza looks over at Jervis, “Ok so I assume that I don’t have to tell you to be respectful with her, but really she’s very nice-” she’s cut off by the sound of faint tinkling bells, seems that Eleanore really pulled out all the stops for this visit.

From the woods a tall, thin woman with red hair appears dressed in a long green coat, much like the one Eliza wears. She gracefully enters the garden and hugs her granddaughter, “It’s good to see you my dear.”

When they let go of the embrace Eliza turns to her guest, “Jervis, this is my grandmother; Eleanore.”

#→ ✗ ❝ Will you- won't you? ❞ 🐇 i.c. #→ ✗ ❝ Wonderland is the underbelly of Gotham. ❞ 🐇 main verse. #the-arkham-librarian

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( I do really love how Jervis seems to attract the fae to him, I think it’s in his nature. )

#( he may not BE fae but Wonderlanders are infamously close to fair folk-- ) #→ ✗ ❝ Would not. could not. ❞ 🐇 o.o.c.

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@pueritia-aeternam​♟||  ❝ It certainly was a curious sight, a tuff of red curly hair just barely escaping the collar of the Hatter’s long coat while the sleeves were rolled hopelessly high in a feeble attempt to leave their hands free. Lori had always admired the Hatter’s coat. To her it was a wondrous item with tea in its pockets and if one were lucky: sweets. So when the little fae had stumbled across it all alone she of course had to try it on. They simply couldn’t help themselves.  ❞

    Of course, one had to take off their coat eventually, even if not their hat. It left him exposed and without his tags, but was usually done just to roll up his sleeves when working in the lab where the machines could get unbearably warm.

But now he was left coatless-- spinning in circles and tracing his steps to place the vital part of his costume. Though- it soon became clear where lost things seem to go when they disappear around here... 

“ Is that a little girl I see in my coat... or just a very tiny gentleman? ”  He gasps, looming over them from behind with his very tall form,  Despite his joking tone, he was a tad bit worried-- that heavy coat was filled with tea things, jam cookies, and fairytale books, yes, but also... deadly weapons and sharp things...  “ Forgive me sir, but you know-- I can’t seem to find my favorite coat anywhere and it happens to look an awful lot like yours... ”

#pueritia-aeternam #→ ✗ ❝ Will you- won't you? ❞ 🐇 i.c. #→ ✗ ❝ A riddle with no answer. ❞ 🐇 ask. #→ ✗ ❝ Wonderland is the underbelly of Gotham. ❞ 🐇 main verse.

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most disgusting part of Tumblr Culture is the kid who love to sag their pirt. not only to sag the jam lid, but to pirt it up. what a waste.

#( This is what talking to jervis is like when his accent is strong istg ) #→ ✗ ❝ It didn't have to be this way. ❞ 🐇 muses.

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An Old-Fashioned Tea Party.

#→ ✗ ❝ Like something I dreamed once. ❞ 🐇 aes.

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Tea Time.

#i want tea cake so much #or spice cake #this isn't even jervis speaking i just do- #→ ✗ ❝ Like something I dreamed once. ❞ 🐇 aes.

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the-arkham-librarian​:

“Yes-well…partially. My grandmother is fae and my dad is half. So it means I can do stuff like….that.”

She grips his shoulders tightly, “Jervis I’m serious, no one can know; especially here.” Arkham would throw her in a padded room in a heartbeat if they heard her talking about doing magic, best to keep it on the down low.

“ That’s... so... Fascinating! Even a fraction of fairy-hood in your bloodline gives you such a magic touch? Oh, how I’ve always loved to research fairies... ”  He can’t resist the curiosity of both a Wonderlander and a scientist, but as they grip his shoulders he somehow just devolves into a fit of giggles.

“ Eliza, my dear... ”  He assures through his laughs, patting her shoulders in return.  “ If the Mad Hatter ran to anyone right this moment and insisted the asylum librarian is part fairy and cast a spell on her tea, what do you think they would say..? ”

#the-arkham-librarian #→ ✗ ❝ Will you- won't you? ❞ 🐇 i.c. #→ ✗ ❝ Wonderland is the underbelly of Gotham. ❞ 🐇 main verse.

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( i’ve probably said this before but can we appreciate how good the voice choices are in BTAS? It will always be how I picture their voices in things, i swear... )

#{ of course i love roddy mcdowall #but two faces voice and joker and aaa #such perfect casting i die } #→ ✗ ❝ The Red Queenie! ❞ 🐇 o.o.c.

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the-arkham-librarian​:

Taking a deep sigh, she says “Ok, you remember how the box of sheet music is by the door? Well,” she lifts her hand to show that she’s now holding a booklet of music.

“I’ve…recently discovered that I’m…part…fae.” She knows as soon as the words leave her mouth she has resigned herself to never having another moment of peace from the man.

He nods vigorously at their question, and is nothing but puzzled at first at the significance of the book... until they say that magic word.

“ ... Fae? ”  He blinks hard and slow, and then makes some sort of frantic vague hand gesture before peering back into their eyes in a hushed tone.  “ Fae   as in-- Sylvie and Bruno-- the fair folk-- Fairyland-- a-- a... fairy? ”   Ordinarily, he was stopped when his mind went to the highest flight of fancy possible, and he was wholly expecting them to do so now. Especially since the longer he’s allowed to go on the more he was this close to jumping and hugging them.  “ Eliza   Eliza   you’re saying you’re a fairy !? ”

#the-arkham-librarian #→ ✗ ❝ Will you- won't you? ❞ 🐇 i.c. #→ ✗ ❝ Wonderland is the underbelly of Gotham. ❞ 🐇 main verse.