#bandersnatch imagines

[simplydannie]

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“Velvet finally breaks down and tells the truth about her brother… why hes been gone… Velvet now tries to run off as she figures out someone is after her. Floyd and Branch join her in hopes they can bring her back to Bergentown…

When she finds herself in danger, shes rescued by none other than her father, Vaughn…”

Velvet couldn’t sleep that night.

She lay awake facing the ceiling… She could hear the low menacing growls of the Bandersnatch. Velvet didn’t know if the thing was near her window, or if she was just imagining everything….

But that wasn’t the only thing going through her mind…Her entire conversation with her dad replayed over and over again…

How long had it been since she heard his voice? Too long maybe. She hated that she missed it…She hated that she missed him…

Velvet turned on her side covering her head with a pillow… He sounded worried, sounded like he was looking for her… like he had been looking for them the entire time.

He’s with your mother now, Vaughn had said about her brother. He had found him, he had found her brother and had been searching for her all these months. But she can’t go back…she wouldn’t go back. Velvet tossed and turned being unable to sleep, unable to close her eyes. One thing was for sure, she needed to run. She needed to run and get out of there…

“Is that thing still out there?” Floyd asked Branch, joining him on the edges of the Bergen wall. The brothers glanced out to see the Bandersnatch pacing back and forth just outside the Bergen walls. Guards were placed all around the perimeter around the clock.

“Yep. Still growling and prowling. The Trolls are using the under ground tunnel to come in and out. Bergens are too afraid to walk out.”

“That thing is owned by someone.”

“What?” Branch arched an eyebrow, what gives you that idea?”

“I noticed a collar around its neck. More like a sort of tracker.”

“So…. Someone sent it? After Velvet. I don’t get it.” Branch turned to look at his brother, “Why go after an ex pop star? A fraud basically.”

“Your guess is probably as good as mine.”…

The Trolls turned to make their way back to the Bergen castle, when they noticed a shadow moving about outside one window. The moonlight illuminated her green hair, the purple beanie she had on… Velvet.

“Where is she going?” Floyd quickened his pace, Branch at his heel calling out to him, telling him to stop.

Velvet swung her bag over her shoulder. She figured in the Bandersnatch was at the far end of town, she’d sneak off the opposite direction, hoping she could sneak by without any detection. Velvet packed everything she could. Anything that would help her get a couple of days away from Bergentown. Where she was going, she wasn’t sure herself, she just needed to leave. She secured her brother’s beanie safely around her head as she began climbing the Bergen wall. Velvet had to hurry before guards come to patrol this side of the wall.

Securing the rope she began to climb and climb…the only exit being the front of Bergentown. When she got to the top, she could see that forest surrounding the back. Perfect. It was perfect for her to hide in if she was pursued. Quickly glancing around her she reeled up the rope and tossed over the other side to make her way back down…

“Where are you going?” She heard a voice call out. Velvet turned around to find two little Trolls standing amongst the stone of the wall.

“Beat it! I’m out of here.” She murmured.

“Okay bye.” Branch turned around to walk away, Floyd holding back by the arm.

“Oh no! No you don’t. That thing is out there obviously trying to get you. Someone is out there trying to get you. You’re staying here where it’s safe.” Floyd demanded.

Velvet scoffed turning to the small Troll, “Don’t you think that thing is gonna figure out how to get in! Once it does, we’re all in trouble. I just need to go. I can’t stand it here!” She tossed the rope over the ledge securing it tightly.

“Velvet, what’s going on? We’ve noticed something has been off about you since you got here. We’re worried. You’re not telling us anything.” Floyd followed her.

She began climbing down the wall, “Nothing is wrong. I just want out. I just want a fresh start.” She moved faster and faster until her feet were firmly planted at the bottom. Unhooking the rope she reeled it in and put it away. Floyd moved, but Branch held him back.

“You’re not going to follow her are you?”

“She can’t be out there alone! She needs protection. I have to find out what’s going on, maybe convince her to come back.” Using his hair, Floyd swooped down landing on the other side of the Bergen wall with a thud.

“Floyd…..Floyd!” Branch called out. “Uggggghhhhh…” He groaned swooping down to follow his brother, “You owe me Floyd.”

“Vels! Vels!” The little Trolls ran to her, as fast as their small legs could carry them.

“Buzz off.” She groaned trying to ignore them.

“Velvet please. You can’t go out there by yourself… You have to stay safe. At least until that thing is gone, then you can leave.” Floyd begged hoping she’d turn around, but her pace only quickened as she neared the woods. Velvet glanced back, making sure the creature wasn’t at her heel…it hadn’t caught her scent…at least not yet. She followed a trail, glancing up at the trees…Velvet could hear the Troll trying to talk to her, trying to reason with her, but she continued to ignore him…she continued walking for what seemed hours. Velvet had walked so far in that she couldn’t see the Bergen castle through the trees.

“Velvet….Velvet….Velvet!” Floyd kept crying out. But she wasn’t stopping, she wasn’t listening, “Fine…You leave me no choice,” He stopped in his tracks, Branch by his side, “…..where’s Veneer?”

…That did it…That made her stop. Her hands clenched into fists, “….What did you say?”

“…Veneer. Where is he? Why isn’t he with you?”

Branch could see the anger begin to form inside the girl, “…Floyd…thats enough.”

But he continued to press on, “Where. Is. Veneer.”

Velvet spoke, her back still to them, a cold tone to her voice, “I told you to never say his name. NEVER. How dare you…How dare you speak his name!”

“Why Velvet? Why can’t I say his name?”

“…Floyd…” Branch began to warn.

She turned to the Troll, eyes furious, “Because you can’t!!! No one can anymore!”

“Why Velvet?”

“Because….”

“Because why?”

“Because I said so!”

“That’s not a reason….Why Velvet?”

She pulled at her hair, falling to her knees, letting out a cry, “BECAUSE HE’S DEAD!” Velvet wrapped her arms around herself, tears spilling out from her eyes, “There! Happy? Happy to know the truth now! Happy to know why I can’t stand being in Bergen town. Stand being around you…Stand hearing his stupid name! I want to forget him! So stop saying his name!”

The Trolls only stood there. No words, nothing…Veneer….Had been dead this whole time? It was surreal. He was so young. How? The Trolls were afraid to ask. She had just opened up to them about her brother…If they pressed on, she would shut down again.

“…Velvet…” Floyd began.

“No! Don’t say anything! Don’t you dare say anything!” She cried out….

SWOOSH.

A sound in the thicket caused them to pause, the Trolls ears perking up in alert. Velvet wiped her tears away and stood her ground… She took out a small kitchen knife she took from Gristle’s castle….

SWOOSH… the sound came and went again.

Velvet began backing away slowly, her feet warming up to prepare to run…nothing yet …..

… SWOOSH!…

Velvet screamed as the Bandersnatch pounced on her, knocking her on her back, its menacing eyes and yellow teeth snarling at her. She tried kicking and budging, trying to break herself free.

“Vels!” The brothers cried out. They wrapped their hair around the nearest try, and attempted to sling shot towards the creature. It was enough to distract it for a second, giving Velvet the opportunity to grab the kitchen knife and stab the creature on its shoulder.

It let out a wailing cry, loosening its grip, allowing Velvet to break free and scramble to her feet. She took off running….she didn’t know which direction, Velvet just needed to gain distance from the damn thing. Branch and Floyd swooped in landing on each of her shoulders.

“Head back to the Bergen castle!” Floyd cried out.

“I am!! I just don’t know which way I’m freaking going!” The more she ran, the more she realized she was getting farther and farther away from the castle…Velvet had ran the total opposite direction. She could hear the snapping and breaking of branches and twigs behind her….the creature was gaining on them. Velvet stopped and spun in circles…nothing but trees all around her…so she began to climb.

“…What are you doing?! We have to run?!” Branch exclaimed.

“It’ll catch me! I don’t have any other ideas, twig!” She exclaimed. Velvet climbed all he way tot he top of the tree. It was perfect, it was too high for the creature to jump.

The Bandersnatch closed in. Following her scent it looked up at her with a menacing snarl, “…We’re to high up.” Floyd murmured.

Yes. But would it be enough to discourage it?

….Thud….Thud….

The Badnersnatch began jumping on the tree causing it shake. Velvet held on desperately… it was trying to tear down the tree…

“Crap!” Velvet cried out.

“You gotta move! Jump to the next tree!” Floyd cried out. But each time Velvet stood up, the force the Bandersnatch was inflicting on the tree knocked her to her feet… nearly knocking her off.

“I can’t!” She cried out. Crap, crap, crap, she murmured. Why did she have to leave? Why was her loss, her mourning causing her to make irrational decisions?

….thud…thud….thud…

She screamed as the tree began to loosening from around its roots, it was loosening and beginning to top over.

“Floyd! We have to get out of here! We have to go!” Branch exclaimed looking at his brother.

“I’m not leaving her.”

…thud…thud…thud….

Velvet’s eyes darted around frantically. She tried collecting a plan, tried seeing where is she could run to, where she could hide. What this creature lacked in jumping, it made up for it in sheer strength and speed. So no matter what, she knew this thing would eventually catch her….

Screeeeech…. Crash!!!

A vehicle came speeding from the thicket, slamming against the Bandersnatch. It sent the creature flying knocking it out cold….

“…. What the hell….” Velvet murmured.

A figure emerged from the drivers side…. A tall, pale Rageon, tattoos seen on his forearms, dark, peacock hair slicked back. His icy blue eyes looking up to meet Velvet…

“DAD!?” She called out.

“Dad?” The Trolls repeated in unison.

How? How the hell did he find her? A mix of emotions was running through her veins. She wanted to be mad, appalled… how dare he come for her! But then… she felt a happiness surge her veins…. Her dad was here, everything was going to be okay… she was safe.

Vaughn met her eyes, “Velvet! Are you hurt?”

“Why do you care!?” Was her snarky remark.

“Dammit Velvet right now is not the time for your attitude. Get down. And let’s go!” He demanded.

“No! Go away! We ran away from you for a reason!”

“Velvet, get down! And get in the car!”

… low growls were heard coming for the Bandsnatch… it began to wake up.

“Once that thing wakes up we’re all dead! Now get in the car!”

“Go away!”

Vaughn threw his hands in the air, pacing around, frustrated at his daughter’s stubbornness. She could hear murmurs and curses escaping his lips…

“Velvet! Please just listen to him!” Floyd eyed the Bandersnatch as it began to stir.

“Velvet!” Her father called out again.

“… no…” she repeated again.

“Vels…” A familiar voice spoke to her. She turned to see her brother right next to her, “He came… he came out for you sis.”

“I can’t forgive him.” She scowled.

“I think you did… when dialed that number.”

Velvet thought long and hard, gazing upon her brother’s face, “Damn you.” She murmured. Velvet turned herself around and began climbing down the tree.

Vaughn got back into the drives side while Velvet hopped on the passengers side, the Trolls still on her shoulder. He drove off quickly, before the Bandersnatch could regain any conscious.

“There. Now take me back to Bergentown.” She demanded looking at her father as he stared intently on the road. The Trolls eyed him… there was something menacing about him, something cold… now they see where Velvet got it from… but they also saw the resemblance Veneer had to him… the boy looked like his father. A familiarity began to pass through Floyd, but he couldn’t quite put a finger on it.

“Bergentown? You think I came all this way to get you and take you back to Bergentown? You’re coming home.” He scowled never taking his eyes off the road.

“No! I don’t want to go home! I don’t want to ever go back! Take me to Bergentown!” She screamed.

Vaughn gripped the steering wheel, biting his tongue he didn’t want to say a word, he didn’t want to say something he’d regret, but Velvet kept venting.

“I don’t ever want to go back home with you! NEVER! I will NEVER forgive you!”

SCREEEECH!!!

Vaughn hit the brake hard and turned to his daughter, “After months of looking I finally find you both!…. But I find Veneer dead!? My little boy dead!!!…”

Silence…. The Trolls and Velvet only listened. They can hear the tears Vaughn is holding back, “I thought I would find you dead too, but then I receive that call and know you’re alive! Alive and away from me. No. You’re coming back. I am bringing one of my children back with me alive.”

At that moment, Velvet wanted to hug her father, but her anger, her rage towards him…. Her pride took the better of her.

She shook her head violently, “…. I am never going back with you…. There’s no point. I don’t have my brother anymore…. And it was better when mom was around….”

Velvet bit her tongue as soon as she said those words… she saw the hurt it brought her father, words that broke his heart… Vaughn opened his mouth to say something….

CRASH!!!

A another vehicle came slamming in from behind them, sending their car spiraling into a tree. The Trolls held on as tightly as they could… Floyd went flying away hitting himself against the window knocking him out cold. Velvet was able to grab hold of Branch before he went flying too …

The chaos stopped… the tree brought there car to a halt. Velvets head buzzed as she banged it against the window. Her vision fuzzy and blurred.

“…. Dad….” She called out. Regaining her consciousness, she turned to Vaughn. He lay leaning against the window, blood seeping from the side of his head and nose, “…. Dad…”

Worry began to sink in her heart and voice as she unbunkled her seatbelt. She reached over to check his pulse…. She couldn’t feel anything. How do you check for a pulse? Tears started falling down her eyes.

“Daddy!” She cried shaking him. Then a pair of hands reached in and grabbed her from behind.

“Hey! Let me go!!!” She kicked and screamed. Another pair also grabbed Branch tossing him into a small glass compartment.

“What gives!” He yelled.

“Let me go!” Velvet continued to scream, “Dad!! Daddy!!! I’m sorry!!! Daddy please wake up!!” She cried and cried as they carried her away… throwing her into another vehicle, and driving off…

[marinerainbow]

Ok but can we talk about how Wheezy and Stupid's roles fit them SOOO well? (Knowing myself, I would have conveniently forgot that the caterpillar smokes and try to make him the doormouse or something).

Also- please- I need a visual of Doormouse!Smartass climbing Tweedle!Stupid to reach the jam. You must understand, this is a necessity XD

Toon Patrol in Wonderland

Greasy: The Cheshire Cat

Oh the bandersnatch did that to you did he?~ Then you've run into exactly the right person~ I am uniquely qualified to assist you, hermosa~ Just one kiss, my love, thats all it takes~

Psycho: The Bandersnatch

"Guess this makes us even?" *Nudges food over with his nose* Eat.

Smartass: The Door Mouse

No, I don't need your help, get the hell outta my face- I got this. *proceeds to climb a wobbly shelf, Stupid, and a couple books in order to reach the jam*

Stupid: Tweedle Dee & Tweedle Dum

Someone: *Asks Stupid a simple question* Smartass: No no no- Stupid: Weeell... you could do it this way, or this was contrary-wise, or another way but its not as good, or a secondnother way, or-

Wheezy: The Caterpillar

Alice??... look lets just cut t' the chase. You gotta slay a jabberwocky to fit the position- you in? No? Great, di'n't think so, now you're cuttin into my smoke break s' get outta here. // Or, alternatively: Oy, yeah you Blondie, gimmie a hand the hell off this fucken toadstool-

[mynameis-noe-body]

Wonderland Chronicles

Tarrant Higtopp (Mad Hatter) × Alice Kingsleigh

Rating: Mature

Status: Complete (one shot)

Summary: Alice and Tarrant get inspired by fruit juices and enjoy smutty time, all alone during a tea party.

Alice has seven, beautiful pieces of cloth — which is a very fine number, for clothes. And he knows about that, surely, he made them with his own magical hands, and his good heart, obviously. Tarrant loves to believe there's a little bit of love in every of his artworks and Alice's dresses are his most fabulous creations. She has two majestic, opulent suits — with long coat and embroidered pants — that she loves to wear during the most elegant nights at Marmoreal Castle, with Queen Mirana and the whole court. Then, there's her night gown, which is made of the finest silk — and Caterpillar knows that better than anyone else in the Underlands — and is of the loveliest shade of avory, as pale as the big moon in their night sky. She wears a lilac jumpsuit when she's about to travel through the lands on the back of the Bandersnatch, who's the most affectionate towards their Champion. And — last but not least — there are those three tea-lenght dresses, cut and sewn from long fabrics of organza, lace and tulle, painted of the most intense shade of cobalt, or vivid cerulean or perhaps light blue sky. Yes — every shade of blue is Alice: among the softest clouds and in the deepest water, everywhere there's a little bit of blue that reminds him of his pretty, pretty Alice.

Tarrant is the happiest as she comes at his door wearing one of those three dresses, because that means they are going to spend some time together, and that would be one of the best days ever (as any day spent with Alice is the most beautiful of them all). And that one is a very fine day. Time has fallen asleep somewhere, and it seems the sun itself has stopped in the middle of the afternoon to leave them happily bathed in his warm light; sitting on a big picnic blanket, the Hatter opens his wicker basket. «Come on — hop hop — time to jump out of the cupboard, little friends. We have a very important guest to entertain!» and suddenly, two small cups of fine porcelain and a puffy teapot pop up and land on the blanket. «Oh, good. Tea's ready.»

«I wish cups and teapots could make tea on their own in the Upland, too. I could not imagine Mother's surprise at this!» Alice says; her little smile is the extremely satisfying.

Tarrant, however, suddenly feels Sadness thighting her hands around his neck. «Why, Alice — are you already planning to leave? I couldn't bear it, honestly. You've just come back» to me, he would add, but he isn't sure how she would take that. Brave she is, yes, but sometimes too unfocused on her Muchness to see what truly happens around her.

She shakes her head. The yellow porcelain cup jump on the open palm of her hand and she sips the green tea. «No, Hatter. This time I've come back for good, I promise.»

And she had promised, many moons ago, that she had wanted to stay this time. Business were finally done and gone in the Upland, that very strange place had no more sense to her; evil people there, and no fun at all. Not for a woman, anyway. While there, they had valiant Queens and brave Warrior lasses. Tarrant had made her tell the story of how she had chased a dream through a painting to fall down there all over again; a big tableau on the wall above the fireplace, she had painted just little details here and there: a white rabbit, big scarlet mushrooms and singing flowers, two funny children in white and red stripes and — obviously — a Mad Hatter. And when she had seen them walking together down the green, grassy road, she knew she only had to reach out. She didn't even bother to say goodbye.

He smiles at the thought, and his eyes sparkles emerald. «Well that's the best news, Alice! Many things I desire to show you.»

«Tell me about that.» Alice lets the cup go, and lays on the blanket; her golden hair are scattered around her just-right-seized head as a mane, her pale, soft skin shines in the lovely light of the day, a sweet breeze blows on her cheeks and goosebumps runs on her chest. Nice breast — round and soft under her garments, plump as ripe fruits and oh-so sweet, he'd die so happy is he could just... if 'is greedy slurvish tongue could tast' ta' bonnie lass — nice 'n' slow, just a lil' bite — «Hatter!» she exclaims, and his eyes, which had become so purple just a few seconds ago, turns back green.

«I beg your pardon.» Oh — good Absolem and all his little caterpillars — those thoughts have been haunting him for quite some time now. He doesn't wants to ruin their friendship, but the Madness is getting stronger. Harder to control when she's around him. She smells like spring and cupcakes, and such lov— no, not again. «Right, where were we? Ah yes, our new adventures, dearest Alice. I plan to bring you to the Merry Lake, maybe fishing, and you'll need a new hat obviously! A nice boater with black 'n' white stripes. Then, I'll bring you to the Fairy Forest, to catch flying seahorses, and you'll wear a cartwheel — pink, yes! Or maybe just coral and blue. Oh, I must not forget, I still need to show you how to pick spurtberries!»

Alice laughs loudly. She sits up again, next to him and Tarrant isn't sure he's breathing again. Her scent is intoxicating, the warmest desire inflames his loins — dear, the gods couldn't compare her fine beauty — such a bonnie gurl, mmmh, yes, I wanna lick ta' lips 'n' bite her neck, luvely creature my Alice. Mine. Mine to tast' fffuck — «...a spurtberry?» her voice breaks into his mad mad head and he smiles back.

«I believe I'm distracted today, Alice, thinking about hats... A fez! Yes! Forgive me, love. What were you saying?»

He doesn't notice, at first, but then her cheeks turns of the prettiest shade of red, like two ripe, sweet peaches, and her eyes grow big and wide, her short breath on his face betrays some new emotion. He's so bewitched by her image — the tip of her tongue wet her lips, and he wants nothing more than to kiss her, and taste her, and let his mouth run down her skin of the neck to bite her there, and on the swell curve of her breasts — he forgets he's just called her love.

Alice's heart is thundering in her chest, but she doesn't know what do with it. Would it be so scandalous to touch him? She let her hand caress his knee, softly, with reverence. «What is a spurtberry, Tarrant?»

Oh, his name. Such a sweet sound on her lips. He closes his eyes — his iris are turning purple and it isn't good, very much not good — and he tries a smile. «Spurtberries! Yes, delicious. Wait, I may have some here» and he opens the basket again; his whole arm search for that plate deep inside the casket, as if it was as the deep as the heart, and finally he finds them. Round, bright red berries, as big strawberries, as round as blueberries and as sweet as currant. He takes one between his fingers and smiles. «Here, try it» he shows her how to bite.

And she bites. Her theet sink into the soft texture of the fruit while she hums her delight. It looks so innocent, his two slim fingers feeding her hungry lips and however, it feels so naughty and erotic — the way is index barely touches her lower lip, the moan in her throat as delicious juices flow down in her belly, that scarlet tint dripping down on the palm of his hand, and now on her chin too, and now — good gods, her white neck now painted in red. That single drop slides down on her skin, and slowly disappear behind the hem of the cobalt neckline. She has worne that dress, that one that shows so much of her fine body, and her think naked ankles; it wraps her like a previous gift. And her chest swells with fresh air, their dreamy gazes meet in mid air.

She barely breathes, and he knows now how their lips are just few inches away. Her sapphire eyes sparkle with want and desire. «Tarrant» she whispers.

«Yes?» — it pains him so much, please, he silently begs her, please I'm so miserable, my dear Alice.

«Don't you want to taste it, too?» and she smiles, teasing.

Tarrant smirks. «Yes.» And he kisses her.

Sure and firm his lips press on hers, and they catch fire. There's everything in that kiss, how they've missed each other, how deep is their need to belong, finally; they move together, the kiss depeens and their tongues make love amog their lips. It's slow and sensual, she's so sweet he thinks he could die right there, on the lovely softness of her mouth, listening to her little voice moaning his name. He growls. Gods — he hasn't felt this wild in a while, she inflames his desires. Hot, it feels so hot suddenly he aruptly takes off his cravat and unbutton his jacket, but that only turns on Alice's Muchness, for her bare hands grab the back of his neck, and his frizzy hair, and she takes him so tight — her mouth is so lovely open, her tongue slides over his upper lip and he snarls. Fuck. Yes. And he bites her, moaning her name, and suck lavishly on her tongue.

«Mmh — oh me' dear Alice, me' bonnie, luvely lass — lemme just, there, lemme taste your sweetness. Gods, lemme giv' ya everthin'» and he sucks on her neck. Her desperate cry of pleasure is the most perfect music. He's drinking on her, licking the purple trace of juice on her body, his tongue gliding down her naked chest. A kiss, another kiss. And he sucks, hard, leaving big red marks on her, if his name written on her skin. Her hands in his hair urge him; she's always been so greedy — his Alice — hungry for more, impatient and eager. There's no way he can open his mouth more or he'd swallow her all. He has to stop — he must. When he breathes into her breasts her scent fills his soul and he can just feel it, how hard he is. No pain has ever been so sweet. «Lemme luv you, lass. I want to tell you, how deep my live for you is, my Alice. Mine.» He presses his lips closed on her skin. «I will show you, luv — how I can give you the greatest pleasure with the tip of my tongue, and how you'll feel with my finger on your pretty, wet quim. Are you, Alice? Wet?»

It is, she is. Alice has no words, there's a hot warm feeling spreading between her legs and she's whimpering, begging him with wide, liquid eyes to touch her more, to kiss her more. Yes — those lips on her breasts feel so good, so soft and hungry. She embraces him, sliding her hand on his back; she just need so much of him against her body — more skin, more everything. «Off, Tarrant. Please, show me!»

They rip their clothes off: he takes off his waistcoat, his white shirt and he opens his breeches — it feels good, his hard clothed cock against her thigh as she fumbles with her gown. Avory long legs are now bare before his thirsty gaze. His fingers are rough, calloused on her skin and she squirms under his touch. Steady, yes — his Alice never wears stockings, or corset. Naughty, naughty girl. He licks his lips as a kitten in front of a delicious bowl of sweet cream. Her cream, yes, between her legs, on the soft flesh of her pink, virgin cunt. What a sight. «Do not be afraid, luv. Trust your mad, mad Hatter — for only good may come from such a sinful folly. Open your legs, open for me — yes, nice and wide my brave Alice.» He gently takes off his hat, and smirks maliciously as he sinks into that arousal.

He presses his lips on her wet flesh, kissing his way down her cunt; she suddenly whimper and whine, like a little cat begging for more. She doesn’t know what to do with her hands as her legs slowly open more, more, and she offers everything and every bit of pleasure she may give. Yes — she's gone for good, Madness has caught her finally, taken her to the warm ocean of lust in which she's drowing now. And it feels more than good. She was made for this. «Oh — Tarrant! More — God, more!»

«No gods here, love — just your faithful Hatter. Delicious, lovely Alice. Lemme ea'tis pretty pussie here.» Tarrant shoves his tongue inside her, there where sweet juices drips out of her sex and onto his lips, he licks and suck, and his skilled fingers caresses her most sensitive part. His thumb presses on that little bundle of nerves, her small clit, the lovely pearl between those pinky lips and she moans his name. Again. Greedy, ravenous, he's feeding on her — yes.

Alice grabs his hair, and finally starts to ride his face: she rocks her hips up and down, up and down taking everything, bucking into his hot mouth. More — she needs more, there yesyesyesyes. She's so empty, but of what she does not know. There something wrong, a void, and she's crying again for him. «Empty — so empty, Tarrant please! I need... I need —»

«I ken what ya need, luv.»

He lies on the blanket, taking her in his arm, kissing her cheek. His crotch humping against her thigh feels so good... And he can't wait anymore, two wide fingers thrust in, all the way in — inside her, so soft and tight, that virgin cunt takes him so well, it was made to be marked by his touch. And she arches her back so he can press into the perfect spot. «There, Tarrant!» and he knows what he's doing: come — his fingers sing into her soul, into her loins, turning on the burning flame of a sweet orgasm into her cunt. Licking his lips, he watches her losing control; her nails press deep in the flesh of his back, and can't help himself but wish to bring those scratches on his skin forever.

He bucks his hips against her, thrusting his hard cock on her soft hips, more and more, wetting his garments with precum and moaning in her ear. «Nngh — fffuck, Alice my luv, jus' like tha' — feel so good — good gurl.» And as she's rocking against the palm of his hand and his fingers shove deep inside, he's pressing his cock harder on her softness. It feel too perfect to last. There they are, shuddering hard as he sinks his theet on her neck, sucking another red love-bite, moaning her name — AliceAliceAlice — and she screams her pleasure, sobbing against his warm body, tears of happiness sliding down her pinky cheecks. Then, it subsides, slowly like the waves on the shore, and all that's left are their whispers of love. They kiss, barely pecking their lips, smiling happy together.

Tarrant eyes turns of the most intense, deepest green as she breathes against his neck, going limp in his arms. «Are you well, dearest?»

Alice smiles and reaches out to grab a little red Berry. She bites, scarlet juices dripping on her fingers; she let it slides on his chest — and he hisses, smiling knowingly. «Never better, Tarrat» she licks his neck. «But I believe now, it is my turn.»

[f0point5]

I’m so confused about this movie. It seems like one of those pick an option as you go phone games.

OOP.

Imagine it’s just a choose your own adventure story like that bandersnatch thing on Netflix like ten years ago 😂

[p4xman]

Bandersnatch's 2023 tag Wrapped!!

- the ball jointed doll community's hairless cat doll

- someones resident evil fanfiction

- colin ritman x reader imagines going as strong as ever

- random photos of will poulter and fionn whitehead unrelated to bandersnatch

- stray alice and wonderland tags

- maybe like 32 bandersnatch related image posts

great year everyone lets all keep it up for year 6!!!!

[salehasposts]

CHILD TALIA IS SO PRETTY AND CUTE.

I love how Talia has one/two of her down bad days, and her parents are right there cheering her up.

Can you imagine her fighting with Iracebeth daughter? 😂 and Mirana daughter just watching agitation. Mc Nivens telling the parents. Cheshire Cat looking at them. Bandersnatch roaring. The tweedles “yikes!” 😮

Then Tarrant and Alice picking Talia up, because she’s too busy punching and kicking iracebeth daughter, iracebeth daughter screaming like her mum, Talia saying “ya slurvish!”

[the-hateful-shrimp]

Elica and Heisenberg from the fic "Bandersnatch" written by thenightsibling on AO3. 😁 Or rather what I imagine her to look like. 🤭

[chillingcinemachronicles]

the Best Sci-Fi Movies on Netflix Right Now

Embark on an interstellar journey where the boundaries of reality dissolve, and imagination takes flight. Brace yourself for a warp-speed adventure through the cosmos with our curated selection of mind-bending science fiction wonders!

5. Annihilation (2018)

EW grade: A- (read the review)

Director: Alex Garland

Talent: Natalie Portman, Oscar Isaac, Jennifer Jason Leigh, Gina Rodriguez, Tessa Thompson, Tuva Novotny

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In the swamplands of Florida there sits a forcefield that formed after a meteor hit the area. Separated from regular life by a kaleidoscopic shell whose circumference continues to expand, The Shimmer, as it’s called, has claimed the lives of every man who has gone inside — except one. Biologist Lena (Natalie Portman) lost her husband Kane (Oscar Isaac) after he was presumably killed during a military operation, but when Kane returns home with his memory gone and his health failing, Lena looks for answers.

She then joins an all-female research team consisting of a physicist, a geologist, a paramedic, and a psychologist, all of whom volunteer to enter The Shimmer in what amounts to a suicide mission. While inside, the women find a gorgeous world that defies nature — but the mutations taking place within threaten to destroy the women, their team, and eventually, the world.

4. Anon (2018)

EW grade: (read the review)

Director: Andrew Niccol

Cast: Clive Owen, Amanda Seyfried, Colm Feore, Mark O’Brien,

Privacy and anonymity are luxuries afforded to no one in the 2018 British-American sci-fi thriller Anon. Clive Owen stars as Detective Sal Frieland, a troubled cop operating in a dystopia where the entire populace is implanted with an ocular device intended to record and track the movements of the people around them. The government’s transparency methods ensure that all criminal activity is caught on tape — but when a mysterious woman with no digital footprint (Amanda Seyfried) crosses paths with Sal, he realizes she might have a connection with a series of unsolved murders he’s investigating. Director Andrew Niccol tells EW “I always wanted to do a movie about privacy and the fact that there was never a war for privacy, because we already lost — we gave away our privacy without a fight, all for convenience.

3. Bird Box (2018)

EW grade: B (read the review)

Director: Susanne Bier

Cast: Sandra Bullock, Trevante Rhodes, John Malkovich, Danielle Macdonald, Sarah Paulson, Machine Gun Kelly

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Sight becomes a handicap in Bird Box, a post-apocalyptic thriller where the enemy must go unseen, or else. Sandra Bullock stars as Malorie Hayes, a woman responsible for transporting two young children down a river while wearing blindfolds, a strategy intended to help the survivors avoid seeing the entities that attacked Earth five years earlier, and who cause those who look upon them to commit suicide. Jumping between their present journey and the past events that led Malorie and the children to this point, director Susanne Bier leans into the tension of the unknown and relies on her talented but eclectic cast to do the rest. Released the same year as A Quiet Place, and possessing a somewhat similar premise, Bird Box received less attention when it first premiered, but this sci-fi horror film is a great option for fans of both genres.

2. Black Mirror: Bandersnatch (2018)

Director: David Slade

Cast: Fionn Whitehead, Will Poulter, Craig Parkinson, Tallulah Rose Haddon, Catriona Knox

As it turns out, the only thing missing from the British anthology series, Black Mirror, was options. In Black Mirror: Bandersnatch, the TV show gets a movie makeover, but with a twist: The film was shot in the style of a “choose your own adventure” novel, and viewers are able to customize their viewing experience through their scene selections. Centered around a young programmer named Stefan (Fionn Whitehead), Bandersnatch follows Stefan’s journey in developing a video game for a famous gaming company, a journey that puts Stefan under a great deal of mental and emotional stress, and results in one of ten main endings. Black Mirror is beloved for its eldritch and tech-focused content, and Bandersnatch keeps that tone alive, using the main storyline to explore themes like free will and mind control, even as the viewers’ choices drive the story forward.

Don’t Look Up (2021)

EW grade: B (read the review)

Director: Adam McKay

Cast: Leonardo DiCaprio, Jennifer Lawrence, Jonah Hill, Meryl Streep, Timothee Chalamet, Ariana Grande, Cate Blanchett, Mark Rylance, Melanie Lynskey, Chris Evans

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As a comet sets its sights on Earth and prepares to wipe out human civilization, two astronomers (Leonardo DiCaprio and Jennifer Lawrence) rush to warn the world of the impending collision — only to discover the world doesn’t really care. “Based on events that haven’t happened yet,” as the film’s trailer states, Don’t Look Up is a sci-fi satire that skewers climate deniers and government inaction in the face of scientific evidence pointing to looming catastrophe. Directed by Adam McKay (Vice, The Big Short), and featuring everyone in Hollywood from Jonah Hill and Meryl Streep to Timothee Chalamet and Ariana Grande, Don’t Look Up offers great jokes and fun cameos, but be warned: it’s not exactly light fare. Still, as far as sci-fi comedies go, this one is worth a watch — just don’t think too deeply about the implications of the film’s ending.

[kostenkos]

one  of  the  things  she  enjoyed  the  most  about  being  stuck  in  that  damnable  place  was  that  she  was  able  to  explore.  it  wasn't  hard  to  spot  the  walking  redwood,  but  finding  her  hare  was  much  simpler.  and  also  he  was  much  better  company.

finding  things  in  the  hell  they  all  lived  in  wasn't  exactly  EASY  by  any  stretch  of  the  imagination,  but  she  tried.  she  dug  up  a  small,  dented  tea  kettle  and  a  box  of  tea.  where  did  she  find  it?  she'd  never  tell,  but  julie  was  amazing  at  getting  in  and  out  of  tight  spaces.

pushing  the  mask  up,  she  smiled  and  looked  around.  ❝  psssst  silly  hare,  where  are  you?  ❞  she  knew  he  was  here,  and  outside  of  the  legion,  he  was  her  favorite  to  visit  （  minus  the  bandersnatch,  he  could  go  fuck  all  the  way  off  ）.

♡  ─── @mrchare + starter

[alicesought]

{{ --OKAY But it's the CONTRAST you knOW--

There's so many parallels and contrasts like Being set in modern day instead of literally victorian london, but the way jervis perceives the gutters of Gotham parallels precisely with the rotten underbelly of London in the era his mind is always pretending to be in anyhow, and he would distort through his eyes just as Liddel does and see Gotham as this colorless, smog filled, ugly and mean reality where everyone is either malicious or apathetic. He can easily go into Wonderland and come to reality accidentally in the company of human traffickers and violent drunks much the same as Liddel in modern Gotham, I have no doubt.

And then the fact that he doesn't resent his lost innocence, he resents whats trying to tarnish what's left of it, and thoroughly believes, probably even subconsciously, that the good and just thing to do is to restore the innocence of his Wonderland-- not grow and mature in the same way Alice does. and I think that part comes from not being a teenager as well-- he's not coming of age, he's nostalgic, and he has much more experience with control over his Wonderland. So his Wonderland likely wouldn't antagonize him in that way naturally, if it does, it might even be guilt for failing to save them, seeing his imaginary friends as victims of... whatever it is that's invading his brain. it would only be oppressive toward him if the story needed him to go against his own delusions. ( Then, it very well could begin tearing his self worth down, I'm sure lol ) But I feel like that wouldn't be his end goal, he wouldn't kill any Wonderland character besides maybe some card guards or a bandersnatch. Jervis loves the characters of Wonderland, Alice Liddel is... apathetic to them often times, sometimes outright hates them. That's one major difference. If Jervis is driven to kill or hurt a Wonderland character something is very wrong. And maybe that's his conflict...

You see, he must be the lesser of two evils, because he's not a good person, and I don't feel like this story would be aiming to make him so. No, if you're going to root for him, he needs to be in the right enough to empathize but still in character. So his growth would involve being resolute, able to act on his own strange moral code in a way that gives him self respect. AND I SAW someone mention Dr. Strange could take the place of Dr. Bumby in the story-- and I am shocked I did not consider that lmao,, That could really be it tbh, a more complicated spin on what Arkham Jervis went through. A fascist scientist, intent on exterminating the mentally ill, twists jervis' perspective in a way that turns him against his fellow mad men in some feigned promise of safety and happiness in his delusions, as if something is keeping him complacent, but he feels this itch of wrongness from it and just can't be happy, and he has to realize that his desire for escapism and avoidant personality has nearly driven him to acting exactly opposite to his own principles as someone who sees madness as a virtue. So he isn't unravelling his Wonderland delusion, he's solving the mystery that all the conflict he's imagining is a distraction-- or worse, maybe some characters of Wonderland represent other rogues and he's accidentally doing Strange's dirty work and harming-- and so he has to find out who he actually needs to fight.

Rambling rambling rambling, throwing out random thoughts, this has been one long run on sentence, only barely coherent, but I'm done-- }}

[patchodraws]

so, something that keeps coming back to me over and over is the idea of adapting Life is Strange - or rather, how can you adapt life is strange ?

a lot of other adaptations of narrative games rely on the fact that the game is telling you a straightforward (if not always linear) story, where it doesn’t matter how you get through the plot beats, just that you get through them. but with life is strange, the whole point is that it does matter how you get through the plot beats, and not just in the way that it affects the end choice or whatever: it’s in choosing which plot beats to go to - which decisions to ultimately make - that the player crafts their version of the story, and you can’t get a straightforward story out of that.

the other tricky part is the controversial ending. out of all the LiS games, the first one definitely had the most impactful ending, yet people are still debating which one is the better or more right ending, and that’s just not something you can really get with a traditional adaptation.

just as a thought experiment, i’ve been racking my brain for solutions to this little dilemma, and i’ve come up with a few:

the first is an interactive show, like bandersnatch or all the other interactive specials netflix got obsessed with after bandersnatch. the problem with that is that it’s a lot of resources for just one episode, let alone five; plus, at that point, why not just play the game itself? it doesn’t offer a unique enough experience to justify it

the next idea is an original prequel story. i know before the storm already exists, but there’s still plenty of time between that game and the first one. hell, there’s definitely a story to tell with the time leading up to and following rachel’s disappearance, and given teen dramas are still fairly popular, this could scratch that particular itch. it does unfortunately mean no max caulfield, who is just as iconic as life is strange itself, so it’d be a bit tricky to exclude her and still have it feel authentic.

one potential option is to not canonize any ending, simply finishing the show on max being given the choice and not having made it by the time credits roll. i imagine as much of an interesting artistic choice that would be, though, plenty of casual viewers would probably feel extremely shortchanged by not showing what max chose. of course, you could also canonize one ending, but then you just get the same problem of the original ending being controversial but on a potentially larger scale.

something less offensive could be to make an entirely new ending. DN had indicated before that the original bay ending would see chloe survive the shooting but end up in a coma, letting the story end on max being in the hospital with chloe waiting for her to wake up. on the other side of things, the bae ending could finally get the reworking it’s been owed for years, showing much more of the storm’s aftermath, who survived, what became of chloe and max once leaving the town, all that jazz. it could be new enough to appeal to fans tired of the same two endings from before while also not immediately alienating casual viewers

at the end of the day, this is all just me thinking out loud, and personally i’m not sure if i want a life is strange adaptation. i love the aesthetic and vibes of the original game and would love to see that put onto television/streaming, but this is such a tricky story to adapt like this that i would only want to see it if it was done right and in a way that would respect fans of the original game while also reaching a new audience of people who might’ve never played the game. until then, i’m glad the adaptation that was rumoured to be in pre-production is still, well, in pre-production

[theredofoctober]

I think Bandersnatch gave me a white van fetish 😭 no hate love your writing!!

Howling 😂 I just couldn't imagine Karl driving a decent car, I was like what is hideous and creepy enough for him

[salehasposts]

Alice & Tarrant + plus the bandersnatch….

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I’m just going to say this one thing,

did anyone ever notice Alice staring at Tarrant from behind the back whilst he was walking forward?

She’s just staring at him smiling awwww! 🥺

So Alice and Tarrant, we all know you love each other’s❤️

I just love hatter face, he has no clue 😂, he is just walking forward until later (ykwim)

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Imagine if Tarrant saw her looking at him and she noticed, like most girls do they turn their head away, and get embarrassed

Me: “Tarrant! Alice! she’s looking at you, she loves you!”

Tarrant: “is she now? i know I’m handsome” 😂😂😂

Me: “boy, don’t get too fond of yourself in front of me, so save it for your Alice”

Why is it every time I watch these movies and whenever I see them together, I just blush and smile at them, my HATTICE heart ❤️

[tickledpink31]

Since Minako is great with animals, this might also includes non-magical animals, OMG imagine the chaos that might unfold if she gather a rat army 😂 to sick at Crowley or whatever dirt bag she has on her list

Minako actually prefers large and dangerous magical creatures, especially Occamies. Anything that snarls, bites, and can catapult her into next week, she will gush over. I remember this one fanart I drew a while back about her taming the wild bandersnatch, so now she gets scary dog privileges.

When someone has upset her, she will keep running into them with even more scarier creatures in tow each time. Minako may or may not have also swapped their soap with frog spawn soap so that their baths and showers are now infested with tadpoles.

[naturesbeat]

Bandersnatch starters / ACCEPTING » @oathofpromises said: my head is all over the place . i keep having vivid dreams .- Bandersnatch starters from My Wol Stella recalling their time as Azem to Venat

"𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝙲𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙾𝚄𝚂." It wasn’t unheard of to catch glimpses of the past – echoes, she liked to call them – through residual ripples of aether. No one could move through this world and leave it completely untouched; as waves in a pool, or footprints in the sand, they all left their mark upon the star. Yet those imprints were meant to fade with time. And if Stella’s tale was to be believed, there were some ten-thousand odd years between the life of her protégé, and this new soul. 

“Perhaps your time here in Elpis has acted like something of a trigger,” she mused. Something in her being, however small, remembered this place. This time. It struck her as a comforting thought that whatever happened, perhaps some part of them would go on living in the souls of those that followed in their footsteps. Though she could imagine it just as frightening a notion from the other side. A gentle concern pinched her brow, and when she spoke again, her voice had softened. “These dreams – do they trouble you?”

[chadleys]

Blonde Will gives off the biggest fuckboy vibes but I’d still risk it all for him. He was so hot in Bandersnatch

colin ritman is soooo fucking hot i 100% agree.

imagine running your fingers through that bright ass hair or adjusting his glasses for him. i am SENT