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…I’m beginning to realise that perhaps I shouldn’t be allowed to draw at this hour in the night. The brain seems to produce weird things. Ehm. :P
P.S I do love the comics with an unsettlingly serious Hatter though… Ok bye. Good day.
Didn’t have the energy to come up with designs, so I just sketched these two. Jerv for some reason gives me dumbo octopus vibes and Ivy reminds me of a leafy sea dragon
…Some mental images just like smacking me in the face with a phonebook. This is one. I was listening to the latest CodotVerse audio file when it got a little wild and I had to draw what I saw. Oh, my dear deluded Jervis. Anyhoo, have a good day to all of you. :)
Doodled a tiny Hatter because I’ve been in a peculiar mood for a while. Do excuse me. And have a good week.
Do you have sleep/dream/nightmare headcannons for Jervis?
Jervis sleep headcanons
- Goes to bed at 9:30pm, wakes up at 6:00am
- An insufferable morning person.
- wears Ebenezer Scrooge pajamas.
- Sleeps on his left side and has very soft snores.
- His dreams are mainly tea parties
- The guests and location varies but it’s always some sort of social event.
- Nightmares are where it get fucked up.
- He has a recurring nightmare where he’s in solitary confinement in Arkham and the walls close in and suffocate him.
- Another one where he’s trapped in a grey cubicle and tries to climb out but then his father fucking appears out of nowhere and drags him back down.
- Theres one where all his friends yell at him and kick him.
- And then there’s this weird one where he’s getting married but the ceremony never starts and he never sees who he’s marrying. It’s just a bunch of people waiting around and then he wakes up confused.
- He’s pretty sure the wedding one is his subconscious bemoaning the fact he’s single.
- He’s not going to think about the actual nightmares.
Riddler: Tell me a secret.
Scarecrow: One time Tetch, who's all about not killing animals, accidentally stepped on a ladybug. He froze up and slowly cradled it in his hand, and he was so heartbroken she started quoting Hamlet.
Scarecrow: I didn't have the heart to tell him that it was a red M&M.
Late night
Ficlet of Jervis and Madeline
The rain made everything seem so loud. Every step, every panting breath, and every police siren echoed so much louder. A part of her wished all of the noise would just stop, stop and let her think. Instead, she kept running forward. Madeline could feel rather than see Tetch stumbling behind her, all she could do was grip his hand tighter and hope the next turn would give them a place to hide.
Finally several abandoned buildings came into sight and Madeline forced her exhausted legs to push faster.
"Tetch, come on! Just a few more steps! Then the police won't get us. I promise, we'll be safe soon!"
Madeline turned her head only for a moment to see Jervis's panting exhausted face. If she was in a better scenario, she'd try to carry him, but that was impossible now.
Finally buildings stood in front of them. Without thought Madeline grabbed her remaining Kama and broke the glass to the dingy window. She quickly grabbed Tetch and thrust him through before hopping in herself. The moment her body dropped inside she felt shards of glass entering her torn boot.
For a few tense seconds, they both remained on the floor, panting. Mercifully, the sirens disappeared, leaving only the sound of rain. Still exhausted, Madeline pushed herself up and looked at her companion. He remained on the floor, trying to curl up and block out the world.
"Alright, alright, Tetch, the cops are gone, we just need to lay -"
"March, why did- did she do that? Why did she scream for the Red Queen?"
Madeline's face softened as she realized that Tetch was once again lost in his own fantasy. Slowly, Madeline crept closer to her companion, ignoring the glass that penetrated part of her broken boot. Madeline half jumped towards Tetch, before tilting her chin up and wiggling her nose.
"Now now Mister Hatta' we know that wasn't the real Alice. Why that young girl just wanted - wanted to play a game with us. No need to sulk!"
As casually as she could, so as to not spook him, she pushed Tetch into her lap, dusting off the broken glass that stuck to him.
"Ah, but March! I don't care for croquet, you know! And I'm tired of all these silly games!"
Tetch pouted, throwing his arms in the air, ignoring the bleeding wound on his arm.
"Alice, oh Alice, where is she? Can't she see how much I want to bring her a party?"
Madeline sighed, looking around the old building. She would need to find something to distract him from his pity party.
"Well, sometimes girls just want to -"
Suddenly, Madeline had a marvelous idea. Moving her hand to grip his shoulder, she forced him up to see a pile of decrepit boxes.
"Ah, look Hatta', a tea party! Already set up! How wondrous, how stupendous! Perhaps this was all a game to get us here!"
Madeline glanced down at Tetch, hoping that he would see the table and cups, and not some other wicked thing. She could never fully predict where his mind would take him.
Just as she thought, he immediately jumped up and began eagerly walking towards the pile.
"Well, Callooh Callay to you, March! For a hare your eyes are sharp, why I bet they could cut a rath in half!"
Without another word, he sat himself on one box lower than the rest, and began to mime pouring tea.
"Hurry, Hare! Before it gets too cold!"
Smiling, Madeline stood up, already feeling the soreness in her body. It was only a temporary distraction until Tetch got his bearings.
'Why, see this! Our day went from mimsy to frabjous in an instant! Why it's like a -'
"Not the same thing a bit!’ said the Hatter. `You might just as well say that 'I see what I eat' is the same thing as 'I eat what I see'!"
"You might just as well say,’ added the March Hare, `that 'I like what I get' is the same thing as 'I get what I like'!"
The words tumbled out of Madeline’s mouth with ease. Madeline slowly sat down next to her friend and pretended to eat a crumpet. She knew they'd have to leave and find a better hide out. For now, playing pretend with her friend was all she wanted to do.
Late night
Ficlet of Jervis and Madeline
The rain made everything seem so loud. Every step, every panting breath, and every police siren echoed so much louder. A part of her wished all of the noise would just stop, stop and let her think. Instead, she kept running forward. Madeline could feel rather than see Tetch stumbling behind her, all she could do was grip his hand tighter and hope the next turn would give them a place to hide.
Finally several abandoned buildings came into sight and Madeline forced her exhausted legs to push faster.
"Tetch, come on! Just a few more steps! Then the police won't get us. I promise, we'll be safe soon!"
Madeline turned her head only for a moment to see Jervis's panting exhausted face. If she was in a better scenario, she'd try to carry him, but that was impossible now.
Finally buildings stood in front of them. Without thought Madeline grabbed her remaining Kama and broke the glass to the dingy window. She quickly grabbed Tetch and thrust him through before hopping in herself. The moment her body dropped inside she felt shards of glass entering her torn boot.
For a few tense seconds, they both remained on the floor, panting. Mercifully, the sirens disappeared, leaving only the sound of rain. Still exhausted, Madeline pushed herself up and looked at her companion. He remained on the floor, trying to curl up and block out the world.
"Alright, alright, Tetch, the cops are gone, we just need to lay -"
"March, why did- did she do that? Why did she scream for the Red Queen?"
Madeline's face softened as she realized that Tetch was once again lost in his own fantasy. Slowly, Madeline crept closer to her companion, ignoring the glass that penetrated part of her broken boot. Madeline half jumped towards Tetch, before tilting her chin up and wiggling her nose.
"Now now Mister Hatta' we know that wasn't the real Alice. Why that young girl just wanted - wanted to play a game with us. No need to sulk!"
As casually as she could, so as to not spook him, she pushed Tetch into her lap, dusting off the broken glass that stuck to him.
"Ah, but March! I don't care for croquet, you know! And I'm tired of all these silly games!"
Tetch pouted, throwing his arms in the air, ignoring the bleeding wound on his arm.
"Alice, oh Alice, where is she? Can't she see how much I want to bring her a party?"
Madeline sighed, looking around the old building. She would need to find something to distract him from his pity party.
"Well, sometimes girls just want to -"
Suddenly, Madeline had a marvelous idea. Moving her hand to grip his shoulder, she forced him up to see a pile of decrepit boxes.
"Ah, look Hatta', a tea party! Already set up! How wondrous, how stupendous! Perhaps this was all a game to get us here!"
Madeline glanced down at Tetch, hoping that he would see the table and cups, and not some other wicked thing. She could never fully predict where his mind would take him.
Just as she thought, he immediately jumped up and began eagerly walking towards the pile.
"Well, Callooh Callay to you, March! For a hare your eyes are sharp, why I bet they could cut a rath in half!"
Without another word, he sat himself on one box lower than the rest, and began to mime pouring tea.
"Hurry, Hare! Before it gets too cold!"
Smiling, Madeline stood up, already feeling the soreness in her body. It was only a temporary distraction until Tetch got his bearings.
'Why, see this! Our day went from mimsy to frabjous in an instant! Why it's like a -'
"Not the same thing a bit!’ said the Hatter. `You might just as well say that 'I see what I eat' is the same thing as 'I eat what I see'!"
"You might just as well say,’ added the March Hare, `that 'I like what I get' is the same thing as 'I get what I like'!"
The words tumbled out of Madeline’s mouth with ease. Madeline slowly sat down next to her friend and pretended to eat a crumpet. She knew they'd have to leave and find a better hide out. For now, playing pretend with her friend was all she wanted to do.