#jervis tetch x oc

[march-harrigan]

HAPPY 10/6, TEA BISCUITS!

I’ve wanted to draw Jervis and the Haresona as adorable plush dolls for a while. So what better time than to make it my Hatter Day contribution? Which has also brought me a few steps closer to an official design for my Jervis!

[thesquishypenguin]

hoping and praying i dont spot anything wrong w this after uploading

IM KISSING THEM UR HONOUR IM KISSING THEM IM-

[hatter-in-wonderverse]

Silly self-indulgent Doodlehats x Sona for Vamlumtimes.

[mycave-pati]

Pegtember Fic

Decided to do pegging fic for my Oc and Jervis, had to finish it before the month ends. So... yeah.

Info: Oc x Jervis Tetch, Pegging

Jervis could feel his heartbeat as he was on his fours in bed. Maeve gently rubbed his hip as she kissed his shoulder, giving him shivers.

"You sure you're okay, baby?" She said, looking at him.

"I-I'm fine. Just nervous." I mean, how could he not? His girlfriend has a strap on at the moment. Most men would be afraid.

"I'll prepare you don't worry. You do the same for me, right?" Her hand goes to his ass as she grabs it, making him whimper.

"Aww, so easy to turn on. It's hot." She kisses his back. "Let's start. Okay, baby?"

"Yes." He says quietly.

Maeve brings on a bottle of lube, which was standing next to her, and puts a good amount on her finger. She puts it to his asshole as she moves it inside.

"Ah-!" He clenched his cheeks as she did it.

"There, there. Get used to the feeling." She says to his ear as she leaves soft kisses on the back of his neck, trying to get him calm. She moves her finger back and forth.

Jervis takes breaths, getting used to it. Soon Maeve added another. It wasn't so bad. It honesty started to feel nice, the third one was a challenge but he couldn't disappoint her her so he bit his lips.

"Good boy."

She pulled her fingers back and grabbed lube again. This time, putting it on strap on. She puts it close to his his ass.

"I'm gonna make a move, alright."

"Of course, don't worry." He kept the brave face as she held his hips. She pushed it, making him hiss.

"There, don't worry. Just say if it's too much." She pulled it slightly back to then push it back in. She kept doing it in slower motion until it was halfway there.

"Mmm~ love, i-it's so big..." Jervis murmured.

"Too big?"

"I didn't say that."

Maeve chuckled. She then put her mouth to his ear as she took a bite, shivers went down Jervis back. She started moving again as he let out grunts, her hips became rhythmical, as she let out moans. The inside of strap on massaging her pussy.

Jervis held onto sheets, feeling more pleasure as time had gone by, finally letting out moan.

"Aww, like it, baby?" Maeve smiled as she breathed heavier, the action just turning her on.

"Yes~ Oh yes~ You're amazing- ah! Not matter in what position." His cock throbbed from pleasure, he wanted it to be in something sooo bad. Thankfully, his girlfriend knew him well. Her hand went down as she took it in her palm and squeezed it.

He let out a whimper, which made her chuckle. She started stroking him as her thrust became longer. It felt so good, her mind clouding. He lay his head on bed as his hips stayed up.

"Aww you're so cute~. Let me show you real fun."

With that, her thrusts became faster, making him whimper and moan. It wasn't one sided as she herself felt hot and put her mouth close to his ear as she moaned. As always, she moved like she couldn't wait for finale and just needed to do it now or she'll die. It was the hottest thing Jervis ever experienced.

He could feel precumr being smired on his cock as she kept pumping it. His nails digged into bed as he couldn't keep his eyes open. Soon she bite his neck as he gasped, his cum shooting onto covers.

They both breathed heavily as Maeve pulled out and layed on her back. Jervis got on his side, slightly opening his eyes to see Maeve. She looked so good, tired yet satisfied.

"How was it?" She smiled at him, knowing the anserw.

He still took her hand and kissed it.

"Divine."

[knoepfl]

Down the Rabbit Hole

Characters:

Jervis Tetch (The Mad Hatter): The eccentric, slightly unhinged villain from the Arkham series. Jervis is obsessed with Alice in Wonderland, driven by his twisted interpretation of the story and haunted by his delusions. Despite his darkness, he holds an undeniable fascination and affection for the reader, seeing her as his "Alice."

Reader: Jervis’s "Alice" in his eyes, a woman who’s strong yet gentle enough to navigate his chaotic world. She cares for Jervis, understanding his inner turmoil, and is willing to indulge his fantasy, hoping to bring him a sense of calm in his madness.

Masterlist

Words: 718

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The eerie glow of the dimly lit room cast shadows across the walls, the warped Wonderland paraphernalia twisting into strange shapes that almost seemed to move in the darkness. You took a deep breath, bracing yourself as you stepped further into Jervis’s lair, where clocks and hats adorned nearly every inch of the walls. It was unsettling to most, but you had come to know the man behind the madness—the Jervis who lived in the shadows and felt most at home in his own peculiar Wonderland.

Jervis was waiting, his eyes lighting up with delight the moment he spotted you. His grin stretched wide, but there was a gentleness in his expression reserved only for you. “My dear, my Alice,” he cooed, his voice taking on a honeyed tone. “Oh, how you brighten this dismal place.” His eyes roamed over you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

You managed a small smile, approaching him carefully. “You wanted to see me, Jervis?”

“Yes, yes,” he said quickly, nodding with excitement. He turned, gesturing toward a chair with an elaborate Victorian-style garment bag draped over it. “I… I have something for you. I thought—no, I hoped—you’d wear it… just for me.” He swallowed, his eyes darting back to you with an anxious, almost pleading look.

Walking over to the bag, you reached out, revealing a powder-blue dress with a white apron, a perfect replica of Alice’s dress. A part of you was startled by how much effort he’d put into finding something so accurate, yet it touched you that he cared enough to bring his vision to life with you in mind.

Taking a breath, you nodded. “All right, Jervis. I’ll be your Alice.”

The joy in his eyes was unmistakable as he waited for you to slip away and change. When you returned, the look of adoration on his face was undeniable. “Oh… Alice,” he whispered, reaching out to take your hand. “You… you look even more perfect than I imagined.”

You gave his hand a gentle squeeze, offering him a smile that made his heart race. “I’m here, Jervis. Just like you wanted.”

“Indeed, indeed,” he murmured, almost to himself as he led you further into his Wonderland-inspired room, his touch lingering on your arm. He reached into his coat, pulling out a tiny bottle marked Drink Me. “A toast!” he exclaimed, pouring a small amount into two delicate cups. He offered one to you, his gaze intense, like you were the only thing anchoring him in his fantasy.

You raised your cup, sharing a soft chuckle as you took a sip, allowing yourself to be swept up in the odd magic of his world. The drink tasted sweet and slightly floral, the faintest tinge of bitterness lingering on your tongue.

He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You’ve finally come down the rabbit hole, my dear. No more looking back.” He brushed his fingers along your cheek, his touch surprisingly tender, and you felt your heart skip a beat.

“Then let’s stay in Wonderland,” you murmured, placing your hand over his.

Jervis’s eyes sparkled with both awe and reverence, and before you could say another word, he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that was both hesitant and eager. It was as though he feared breaking the spell that bound you together but longed for the closeness he’d been yearning for.

Pulling back, he studied you with a wonder that was almost heartbreaking. “Alice… my Alice,” he murmured, his hand tracing your jawline gently. “Promise me you won’t disappear. That this isn’t just… a dream.”

Looking up at him, you placed a hand on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your palm. “I’m here, Jervis. I’m not going anywhere.”

That seemed to be all he needed to hear. He pulled you close, his lips brushing over yours with a tenderness that seemed at odds with the chaos surrounding him, and in that moment, you were his anchor—the only thing keeping his world from crumbling.

In his Wonderland, surrounded by darkness and dreams, he found solace in you. And as he held you, you found yourself willing to stay, to be his Alice, his tether to reality, and perhaps, his one chance at peace.

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[hatter-and-dodo-in-wonderland]

I wanted to draw him (again)

Now he's staring at my soul with a puppy dog's gaze

Oh and then there are silly doodles below :3

Before the Dr Robert (Dodo oc) gets him out and finds the keys for an hour of research:

Jervis Tetch: Why won't you... snuggle with me??

Dr Robert: Man shut up I have the keys

Someone told her to cuddle the bald bastard

Dr Robert: Okay...

Now she gets trapped

And she has a nose hemorrhage 🩸💀

[hatterhare]

Pascal and Jervis b4 the hatterhare-ification

[2-guns-b1tch]

Jonathan Crane x Ophelia Swan (oc)

Something self-indulgent because I was feeling soft. Btw Jervis design for this drawing was based on the animated series and Edward’s was based on his Unburied version.

[haretobeloved]

Jervis and Harelan.... :3

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[detectivemaker]

AI stories

as you can tell from the title of this post I'm going to copy and paste some AI stories I created with Chad GPT, honestly I'm  pretty neutral about the whole AI thing,  but I do think it's your only be used by the common people

Demons in Stepford: Chaos

Once upon a time, in the dark and brooding city of Gotham, a supernatural entity known as Michael, the demon Prince from another dimension, descended upon the city with a mischievous plan. Michael possessed a unique power – the ability to reshape reality according to his whims.

Determined to make Gotham a haven of LGBTQ inclusivity, Michael set out to create a Stepford-like utopia where love and acceptance knew no bounds. With a wave of his hand, the streets transformed into vibrant rainbows, and the buildings shimmered with the colors of pride.

As Michael surveyed his work, he encountered Jonathan Crane, better known as the Scarecrow, a man known for his fearsome intellect and twisted experiments. Crane had somehow managed to resist the hypnotic powers that had affected the rest of the city, and he remained in his right mind.

"Ah, Jonathan Crane," Michael said, his voice dripping with charm. "I see you're the only one who hasn't fallen under my spell. Fascinating."

Crane narrowed his eyes, studying Michael suspiciously. "What do you want, demon?"

"Oh, nothing too sinister, my dear Scarecrow. I simply wanted to create a world where love and acceptance reigned supreme," Michael replied, his voice velvety smooth.

Crane sneered. "Your twisted notion of acceptance involves turning Gotham into a Stepford nightmare? Where people are mindlessly submissive and conform to your desires?"

Michael chuckled. "Ah, but you misunderstand, Jonathan. The submissiveness you speak of is merely an aesthetic choice, an expression of their desires, not a forced submission. In this utopia, people can explore their true selves without judgment or fear."

Jonathan raised an eyebrow skeptically. "So, you're saying they willingly dress in submissive attire and perform housework obediently?"

Michael nodded, his crimson eyes gleaming. "Exactly. It's all part of the newfound liberation they feel. They take pleasure in embracing traditional gender roles or stepping beyond them. They find empowerment in their own submission."

Crane's face contorted with a mix of disgust and curiosity. "And what about you, Michael? What do you gain from all this?"

The demon prince grinned mischievously. "I thrive on chaos, Jonathan. What better way to create chaos than by dismantling the societal norms that bind people, allowing them to explore their desires without shame or judgment? It's a beautiful chaos, don't you think?"

Before Crane could respond, a familiar voice echoed through the air. "Oh, Jervis, darling, I've prepared your favorite tea," said Jervis Tetch, commonly known as the Mad Hatter, emerging from the nearby shadows.

Crane's eyes widened as he took in the scene. Jervis, once a dangerous adversary, was now transformed into a picture-perfect Stepford spouse, doting on Crane's every need.

Michael chuckled as he watched Crane's shocked expression. "Ah, it seems even the mighty Scarecrow can't resist the charms of my utopia. Enjoy your pampering, dear Jonathan. After all, you deserve it."

Crane was torn between his natural suspicion and the alluring comforts being offered to him. As he pondered his next move, he couldn't help but wonder if this chaotic utopia was as innocent as it seemed or if there were hidden dangers lurking beneath its glossy surface.

Little did Crane know that Michael's influence ran deeper than he could fathom, and the true consequences of this LGBTQ inclusive Stepford utopia were yet to be revealed. Only time would tell if Gotham would truly find acceptance or if the city would become ensnared in a new kind of darkness.

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Concerned Fathers' Warning

Once upon a time in the quaint town of Gotham, there lived two overprotective fathers named Jonathan Crane and Jervis Tetch. They had long been friends and shared a common concern: their precious daughter, Lenore. Lenore was a charming and intelligent young woman, admired by many suitors in the town. However, her fathers were always skeptical of the boys who came knocking on their door.

One evening, Edgar, a brave and determined young man, mustered up the courage to ask Lenore out on a date. He had fallen for her captivating smile and kind heart. Little did he know, this decision would set him on a perilous path, bringing him face-to-face with the formidable fathers.

Edgar arrived at the Crane-Tetch residence, clad in his best attire and bearing flowers. As soon as he knocked on the door, Jonathan Crane, also known as the Scarecrow, swung it open with an intimidating glare. Jervis Tetch, the Mad Hatter, stood beside him, donning his signature top hat.

"Edgar, is it?" Jonathan Crane's voice was cold and stern. "You're here to take our Lenore out on a date?"

Edgar gulped nervously but mustered his courage. "Yes, sir," he replied, extending the flowers towards Jonathan. "I promise to treat her with respect and care."

Jervis Tetch chimed in, his voice carrying an air of suspicion. "We've heard those words before, young man. But let us make one thing clear: Lenore is our treasure, and we won't tolerate any harm coming her way."

Edgar's heart raced, but he maintained his composure. "I understand, sir. I only want to make her happy."

The fathers exchanged a glance, their expressions softening slightly. They realized that Edgar's determination and sincerity might be genuine. Reluctantly, they allowed their daughter to go on the date, reminding Edgar of the dire consequences should he ever hurt her.

The evening went splendidly, with Edgar and Lenore sharing laughter, stories, and sweet moments. As the night grew darker, they decided it was time to bid farewell and head home. Unbeknownst to Edgar, Jonathan and Jervis had hatched a wicked plan to ambush him along his route.

Just as Edgar set foot outside the Crane-Tetch residence, a chilling wind blew through the narrow streets of Gotham. A hooded figure emerged from the shadows, ready to strike. But fate had a different plan in store.

As Edgar walked along the deserted road, pondering the night's events, he caught sight of Lenore approaching. With fear in her eyes, she pleaded, "Edgar, you must run! My fathers plan to harm you. Please, go!"

Edgar's heart pounded in his chest, but he refused to abandon Lenore in her moment of distress. "I won't leave you here alone," he declared, taking her hand in his. "We'll face them together."

Suddenly, from the darkness, Jonathan Crane and Jervis Tetch emerged, their faces contorted with rage. They couldn't believe Edgar had dared to defy their plans. But in that moment, they also recognized the strength of their daughter's love and the bond she shared with Edgar.

With a heavy sigh, Jonathan spoke, "Lenore, we only want what's best for you. We must trust your judgment."

Jervis added, "We apologize, Edgar, for our misguided actions. It's clear you care for our daughter."

Edgar nodded, appreciating their sincerity. "I assure you, sir, I'll always strive to make Lenore happy and protect her."

And so, the night that began with suspicion and danger ended with understanding and acceptance. Jonathan Crane and Jervis Tetch realized that their daughter's happiness meant more to them than their fears. From that day forward, Edgar and Lenore's love story blossomed, with the blessings of their once-overprotective fathers, who had learned the value of trust and the power of love.

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Shadows and Serenades: A Gotham Love Story

Once upon a time in the sprawling city of Gotham, two unique souls found love in the most unexpected way. Dr. Jonathan Crane, also known as the Scarecrow, and Jervis Tetch, the Mad Hatter, had spent years as adversaries, each with their own twisted infatuations. But as time went on, their paths intertwined, and a bond formed between them that defied the conventional norms of love.

Jonathan Crane, with his gaunt figure and piercing gaze, had always been fascinated by fear and manipulation. His research and experiments in psychology led him down a dark path, ultimately transforming him into the terrifying Scarecrow. Jervis Tetch, on the other hand, sported a peculiar top hat and an obsession with mind control. His love for Alice in Wonderland's whimsical madness drove him to commit crimes and plunge Gotham into chaos.

One fateful night, during a chance encounter on a moonlit rooftop, their adversarial roles began to crumble. Instead of fighting, they found themselves discussing their shared passions and desires. Both men were drawn to the macabre and possessed an insatiable curiosity for the human mind. In each other, they discovered kindred spirits, someone who could understand their darkest thoughts and motivations.

As their relationship blossomed, Gotham City stood divided. Some viewed their union with disdain, fearing the potential destruction that could arise from such a powerful pairing. Others, including Batman himself, recognized the shifting nature of their love and the possibility of redemption it held. Batman had witnessed their transformation from villains to something more, a longing for acceptance and understanding.

Realizing the significance of their love, Batman offered to officiate their wedding, an act of reconciliation and hope. The ceremony would take place in Wayne Manor's grand ballroom, a symbol of Gotham's past and a testament to its future. It would be a moment that transcended the boundaries of hero and villain, where love triumphed over prejudice and society's expectations.

On a bright summer day, as the sun cast its golden glow across the city, friends and foes alike gathered in anticipation. Jonathan Crane, dressed in a sleek black suit, stood at the altar, his eyes scanning the room for his beloved. Jervis Tetch, adorned in a crimson waistcoat and a top hat adorned with black feathers, made his entrance, escorted by Harley Quinn, who had begrudgingly put aside her own mischief to celebrate their love.

As the ceremony began, Batman stood before them, his cape flowing majestically behind him. He spoke with a voice full of wisdom and compassion, reminding those in attendance that love was a force that transcended the boundaries of good and evil. The vows exchanged by Jonathan and Jervis echoed through the hall, filled with promises of loyalty and understanding, pledges to nurture each other's growth and seek redemption together.

In the presence of their friends, enemies, and a symbol of justice, Jonathan Crane and Jervis Tetch were united in a bond forged from darkness, longing, and a shared understanding of the human psyche. Their union marked a new chapter for Gotham, one where redemption and love could triumph over fear and madness.

As Batman declared them husband and husband, the room erupted in applause and cheers. Despite their past as villains, the people of Gotham recognized the power of love to transform even the most tortured souls. And so, a new era dawned in the city's history, where the Scarecrow and the Mad Hatter found solace and support in each other, guided by the unwavering belief that love could conquer all, even the deepest shadows of their hearts.

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Enchanted Escapades: A Villainous Honeymoon

After their enchanting wedding ceremony, Jonathan Crane and Jervis Tetch embarked on a mesmerizing honeymoon, venturing into the unexplored territories of their love. They were joined by another newly wedded couple, Pamela Isley, also known as Poison Ivy, and Harley Quinn. The quartet of mischievous souls set off on a journey that would redefine their understanding of love and forge unbreakable bonds.

Their destination was an isolated island, untouched by civilization, yet teeming with lush vegetation and untamed beauty. It was a sanctuary where they could revel in their newfound love without the prying eyes of Gotham or the weight of their villainous alter egos. A secluded paradise awaited them, offering a canvas for their desires and passions to flourish.

As they arrived on the island, their senses were overwhelmed by the vibrant colors, exotic scents, and the gentle caress of warm breezes. Nature seemed to embrace them, whispering secrets of tranquility and renewal. Together, they explored hidden coves, meandered through dense forests, and strolled hand in hand along pristine beaches, reveling in the joy of being surrounded by untamed wonders.

Jonathan and Jervis, with their shared fascination for the mind and its intricate workings, delved into philosophical discussions under the shade of ancient trees. They exchanged theories, challenged each other's notions, and expanded their understanding of the human psyche. As their minds intertwined, their bond grew stronger, fortified by the unbreakable foundation of mutual respect and intellectual stimulation.

Meanwhile, Ivy and Harley reveled in the island's vibrant flora. Ivy's powers allowed her to commune with nature like no one else. She breathed life into the flora, creating a spectacle of color and enchantment wherever they ventured. Harley, infatuated by Ivy's ethereal connection with the green, danced through meadows of blooming flowers, her laughter echoing through the verdant landscapes.

In the evenings, as the sun painted the sky with hues of gold and pink, the quartet would gather around a crackling bonfire, sharing stories, laughter, and dreams for a future beyond their past lives. They spoke of redemption, of finding their places in a world that had cast them aside. They reveled in the power of love and friendship, knowing that together, they were capable of great things.

During those nights, Jonathan, known for his affinity for fear, orchestrated haunting tales that sent shivers down their spines. Yet, even in the midst of darkness, their love illuminated the shadows, weaving an ethereal tapestry of connection and understanding. They found solace in each other's arms, embracing the vulnerability that blossomed from their union.

As their honeymoon came to an end, the quartet returned to Gotham, not as villains, but as complex individuals driven by love and seeking redemption. Their time on the secluded island had transformed them, solidifying their bonds and instilling a sense of purpose. Together, they vowed to use their unique abilities for good, to protect the innocent, and to cultivate a world where love and understanding prevailed.

And so, armed with a newfound sense of purpose and a love that transcended their past, Jonathan Crane and Jervis Tetch, accompanied by Ivy and Harley, ventured forth into Gotham, ready to challenge the conventions of hero and villain. Their journey had only just begun, their love an unstoppable force that would reshape the city they once sought to conquer.

Thus, the tale of their enchanted escapades continued, reminding the world that love could bloom even in the darkest corners, and that redemption was attainable for those who dared to believe in its power.

[march-harrigan]

Even rarer: I finished the previous sketch!

Hatter design is mine from a shared AU with my sibling. Hare OC is mine.

[angellicmp3]

https://picrew.me/ja/image_maker/2310696

Intro post :3

Hello I’m Angellic.Mp3

He/him—19—MINORS ARE NOT WELCOME‼️

I will post sexually explicit & suggestive things.

I’m new to the f/o community, I’m a transguy with about a million and one f/os.

This is a side blog so i don’t follow or send likes from here :( —Not comfortable sharing my personal incase my mutuals find me.

more info :

I sincerely do not want to engage with proship discourse, it’s draining and exhausting.

I believe that self ship/general shipping an adult with a child, as well as incestual ships, are wrong. Even if it’s “just a fictional character”

I enjoy dark fiction and yandere, as well as horror themes. I have horror f/os, and f/os with sadistic themes.

Proship and Antis can interact with my blog— I do not care. I also don’t care about sharing f/os, just don’t f/o my ocs lmao.

[WORK IN PROGRESS!! UNDER CONSTRUCTION!! ALWAYS ADDING AND TAKING OFF!! :) ]

Fictional others (that i am comfortable being public about + ranked by how much I think about them [at this point in time]):

Vincent (oc) 🚭🖥️

Walter Sullivan (Silent Hill 4: The Room)

Henry Townshend (Silent Hill 4: The Room)

Logan Howlett [The Wolverine] (The X-Men comics + movies)

Frank Castle [The Punisher] (The Punisher comics only, neither of the movies or the tv series)

Tim / Masky (Marble Hornets / Creepypasta)

Brian / Hoodie (Marble Hornets / Creepypasta)

Daniel ‘Oz’ Osbourne (Buffy The Vampire Slayer) 🐺🦇

Max Rockatansky (Mad Max) 🏍️🏜️

The Hylics crew (Wayne, Somsnosa, Dedusmuln, and Pongorma as a polycule)🌙💀🫗👹

Billy Lenz (Black Christmas [1974]) 🐈‍⬛🏚️

Leon Kennedy (Resident Evil)

Ricardo Irving (Resident Evil)

Pete White (The Venture Bros.)

Charles Foster Ofdensen (Metalocalypse)

Beetlejuice (Beetlejuice the movie + the cartoon Not the musical)

Data Soong (Star Trek)

Lore Soong (Star Trek)

Spamton G. Spamton (Deltarune)

Charlie Dompler (Smiling friends)

Norman Bates (Psycho)

Hiromi Higuruma (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Russia (Hetalia)

England (Hetalia)

Deacon Brucke (What We do in the Shadows)

Edward Nashton/Edward Nygma [The Riddler](Batman)

Simon Petrikov (Adventure Time)

Hanma Shuuji (Tokyo Revengers) [older timelines only]

Illumi Zoldyck (Hunter x Hunter)

Jack Walten (The Walten Files)

Alternate Gabriel (The Mandela Catalogue)

Jervis Tetch [The Mad Hatter] (Batman)

Doug Rattman (Portal)

Yuuta Okkotsu (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Cid Highwind (Final Fantasy 7)

Cait Sith (Final Fantasy 7)

Ban (Seven Deadly Sins)

Alexei Smirnoff (Stranger things)

BYE BYE !!! :)

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[knoepfl]

Trapped in Wonderland🐰

Characters:

Jervis Tetch (Mad Hatter): A manipulative, deranged man obsessed with finding his perfect “Alice.” He is cunning, dangerous, and possesses the ability to hypnotize those he desires.

Reader (You/Alice): The woman Jervis has chosen as his “Alice.” Though you are fully aware of everything happening around you, Jervis has used his hypnotic powers to control your every movement and word, leaving you trapped inside your own mind.

Trigger Warnings:

Psychological manipulation

Non-consensual control

Hypnosis

Mind Control

Masterlist

Words: 809

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It felt like you were drowning in your own body.

Your eyes moved to meet his, your lips curving into a soft smile that wasn’t yours. Everything around you seemed dreamlike, distant, yet the terror in your mind was as sharp as a knife. You wanted to scream, to run, to fight—but your body wouldn’t obey.

Jervis Tetch, or the Mad Hatter as he so often called himself, sat across from you, his eyes gleaming with delight as he observed you. His appearance was disheveled as always—his shabby waistcoat, that ridiculous top hat tilted slightly, and his unkempt hair hanging in wild curls. Yet the most unsettling part was his smile, as though he were already enjoying the game he had ensnared you in.

"Ah, my dear Alice," he crooned, his voice smooth but laced with madness. "Finally, I have you where you belong."

Your lips moved, forming words you didn’t want to say. “Yes, Jervis. I’m exactly where I belong.” The sound of your own voice felt alien, detached. It wasn’t you speaking, even though the words came from your mouth.

Inside, you screamed. Stop! That’s not true! Let me go!

But Jervis only beamed, pleased with his handiwork. He had always been a master of control, but this time, it was more than that. He had made you his perfect puppet, bending your will to fit his delusional fantasy.

“I knew you were the one,” Jervis continued, rising from his chair and pacing slowly, theatrically, like a performer on a stage. His gloved hand trailed along the edge of the table as he moved closer to you. “So many pretenders, so many disappointments… But not you. No, you are special.”

He crouched down beside your chair, his face inches from yours, his dark eyes flickering with obsessive glee. You wanted to recoil, to push him away, but all you could do was sit there, smiling that vacant smile.

“Tell me, Alice,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. “How does it feel to finally be by my side?”

Your mouth opened, and the words tumbled out, even though you tried with all your might to hold them back. “It feels perfect. I belong with you.”

Inside, you were raging. I don’t belong with you! I’m not Alice!

Jervis grinned, pleased with your response. He stood up, circling you like a predator sizing up its prey. “Yes… Yes, that’s exactly what I wanted to hear. You always say the right things, my dear. It’s as if you were made for me.”

You felt his hand on your shoulder, and though the touch was soft, it sent a shiver of revulsion down your spine. He didn’t seem to notice your internal struggle, or perhaps he did and found it amusing. Either way, you were helpless, locked inside your own mind as he pulled the strings.

“I’ve waited so long for this moment,” Jervis sighed, his voice taking on a wistful, almost dreamlike quality. “To find my Alice… to have her with me forever in Wonderland.”

He reached up, brushing a strand of hair away from your face with delicate fingers. You wanted to flinch, to pull away, but you remained still, betraying nothing of the panic surging inside you.

“I knew you’d be perfect,” he murmured, more to himself than to you. “All the others—they didn’t understand. They couldn’t be Alice. But you… You’ve always known your place, haven’t you?”

Your lips parted, and you spoke again, the words not your own. “Yes, Jervis. I’ve always known.”

No! your mind screamed. I don’t belong here! I’m not her!

Tears pricked at your eyes, but even that you couldn’t control. Jervis seemed to notice, and his expression softened into something disturbingly tender.

“Oh, don’t cry, my dear,” he whispered, brushing a tear from your cheek. “There’s no need to be afraid. I’ll take care of you. I’ll always take care of my Alice.”

You were suffocating inside your own skin, trapped in this twisted version of Wonderland he had created. The reality around you felt warped, surreal, like the dreamscape of a madman. And you were his prisoner, locked inside this nightmare with no way out.

Jervis leaned in closer, his face inches from yours, his breath warm against your lips. “Now, give me a kiss, Alice. Show me that you love me.”

Your heart pounded wildly in your chest, but you couldn’t stop what was coming. Your body betrayed you once more as you leaned forward, closing the distance between you and Jervis, your lips pressing against his in a soft, obedient kiss.

It was everything you didn’t want, and yet it was happening, and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

When you pulled away, Jervis looked at you with a satisfied grin, his madness glowing in his eyes. “Perfect,” he whispered. “You’re absolutely perfect.”

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Author’s Note: Thank you for reading this intense and dark exploration of Jervis Tetch’s obsession with his “Alice.” I wanted to capture the horror of being fully aware yet completely unable to control your actions, which I imagine would be terrifying in a situation like this. If you have any feedback or thoughts, feel free to share!

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My bestie gave me a mission

Drawing this

Well, the girl on top with Jervis is an oc (The Griffin) and at the bottom with Ed it's also an oc from my bestie (The Hummingbird).

Jonathan is married to the street lamp

I already showed the Griffin, previously Dodo

And I didn't show the Hummingbird again, I will soon

Original picture:

I don't know where she got this

But she is a genius