pspsps there’s nothing on it rn but I’ve moved Jervis over to @hypnocis :]

old-sun-god​:

The older man give the younger the stink eye. “This isn’t what I normally get out of it,” he moves to the couch to sit down. He takes another deep breath to help clear his lungs, “and I get…bored.” He hated to admit it, but a part of him still enjoys the business. He likes to say he’s retired, but in actuality he’s more selective of jobs he takes and how many he takes. Only ones that really interest him now. 

“Can’t spend the rest of my days in my workshop, would bore myself to death no matter how much I enjoy it.” He’s quiet for a moment and rubs his face, “I really need to find something else.” 

“No shit.” Jai mutters, leaning against the wall. He’s watching him more carefully then his posture relays. Gotta make sure the old man doesn’t kneel over on his watch (Aidens most likely hardier then he is, but let him have his protective moment)

“Y’could always move back to the city, never a dull moment there. Last I heard, the Joker was puttin’ smiles on the fish.” He shrugs, the ghost of a laugh in his exhale. “Something about copyright.”

zsqsz​:

     A slight shake of his head in response to the man’s apology, but he pauses as Jervis trails off. There a sadness in the other he’s never noticed before. One hidden behind ribbons, ruffles, and rhymes. But deep down, Jervis was just as broken as every other Gothamite. Whether its the city itself is poisonous, or merely a location to which venomous spirits are drawn, they were all sick.      And Victor? He was sicker than most. This he knew from a young age. And yet, for some reason, he can’t help but worry about this stranger. “Much..?” Victor asks softly.

“Much.” He nods, the word is more grounded then the last, an echo of Victor rather then a mere link in a chain of repetition. The Hatter’s eyes rise to meet his, connecting in commonality with something that is, by necessity, often written over in his Wonderland. “My thoughts are often... editorialized, cut down for size. Why leave the pain behind?”  He laughs, softly, self deprecatingly, and waves his hands in graceful, explanatory arcs. “I don’t believe I quite remember the making of the marks. It didn’t happen at tea-time, and it’s always time for tea.“

He’s treading close to lucidity, now, and that’s something he does his very best to avoid at all costs. But Jervis lingers in the moment, without a single metaphor left to express himself, and takes note of Victor’s tone. It strikes him unusual,  has he ever heard it before? He is, among other things (a booker, a baker...) a collector of oddity, and this, he decides, is an oddity he’d rather like to hear again.

Jervis takes his top hat from his head and spins it once between his hands, deftly slipping the lollipop from the band with a bit of subtle slight of hand. The hat returns to his head, the sweet, once again offered with a familiar flourish and a smile that seeks to be contagious, in its nervous way.

@valespoken​ // here

There really was no place like home. Nightvale was fine, his work there necessary, but he had to say he was glad to be back in good old Desert Bluffs! At least here people knew how to decorate, and he didn’t have to work with that old outdated, dry recording equipment. And to return with such a success to report, and the towns Voice in tow, well, he was practically giddy with delight (several levels above the usual levels of delight recommended for work)

While it hadn’t been his decision to sedate Cecil, he had to admit, it had made things much easier, and besides, the radio host could be a bit of a mood-killer at times~

Still, some part of him sympathized, even as it tried to push away the thought of how similar Cecil now seemed to himself, back when Stex shifted from minor worry to looming threat, when it bulldozed his own resistance and... and made him so much happier. Right. Yes. Remember, compassion has no place in a corporate workplace, and neither does anything that could, possibly, be interpreted as a twinge of guilt! He had a job to do! It’s only fitting for one radio professional to look after another, and he knew from experience that those drugs were rather strong!

Kevin greeted Cecil with his usual beaming smile, shaking a spare bit of gore free from his hair (he simply had to freshen his studio up a bit, and, well, you could understand him going just a bit overboard, he had been homesick!)

“Cecil, you’re awake! How wonderful. No, no, they just sent me in to check on you, make sure you were doing well~  The sedation can make you quite woozy, so be careful!“

He moved closer, bloody footprints marking his path. “Well, we couldn’t just leave you in Nightvale, could we? Not after that whole, unfortunate business, no! So, naturally  we brought you back here! To the Desert Bluffs recording studio! Isn’t it nice?” A sweeping gesture presents the whole eye-searingly yellow room for Cecil’s approval. “It seems like they just freshened up the paint, too!”

feargod​:

     “Get off,” Hissed Scarecrow as the other invaded his space, jerking his shoulder free from the Hatter’s grip.      “He’s not dead.” Snappish reply was quick to follow, as he observed the collapsed body from a safe distance. The Bat was as good of an actor as any of the foolish celebrities on television; having fallen victim to a number of his tricks in the past, the reaper would not find it surprising if the shadowed figure disappeared within the blink of an eye ( or was upon the duo with handcuffs ).      “Either way, we can’t afford to stay here. Come on, Tetch.”

“Can a man of nightmares not perchance to dream...?” he huffed, mood drawn down somewhat by the Scarecrow’s reaction. A glance back at the prone body.  “Ordinarily I’d abhor an attempt to life the veil, but I do think we would be amiss not to dispell the darkness in which the jabborwock sits...”

He fishes a teacup from the inside of his hat and throws it at the bat, watching for a flinch. “The darkness that has taken him will not move him from within, shall we make a final sin, and remove his second skin?” A look to Jonathan for approval, stepping towards the Batman with some tentativeness.

Do you think Kevin and Carlos ever explored eachothers b-

I have kevin brainrot this fine evening he really is one of the characters of all time

what's wrong with chasing people with a knife a little bit now and then? i'm not going to kill them or anything i'm just goofing around. why do you all hate fun :/

valespoken​:

“No thank you.” Cecil’s voice was laced with disgust. He suppressed the urge to lean away from the other radio host, not wanting to show any sign of weakness. But for all his effort, he couldn’t help but shudder involuntarily at the sight of his gaping smile. “You may have fallen for their vile tricks, but I won’t be making the same mistake.” 

He pushed away from the counter, coffee abandoned. He made a mental reminder not to make the stupid mistake of getting caught in the break room alone with his double again. There was still some time before he was required back in the booth, and there was no escape, lest he wanted to leave the station or beg Station Management for refuge. He tortured his bottom lip with his teeth, feeling his tattoos crawl lines of disquietude across his skin.

“Tell Lauren and Daniel not to come barging in again, would you?” Their intrusions weren’t so much appreciated as they were detested. He balled his fists, clenching his fingers. Lauren could play at being a Voice as much as she wanted, whether they liked it or not, Strex still needed him. 

“And I’ll say what I like. Cooperating with your authoritarian corporation is the last thing on my mind.”

Kevin snagged the coffee from where it was left and took a sip, having already drained his own, and always grateful for an extra jolt of caffeine. Strex’s hours were long and late, and they only became more so as you advanced up it’s ranks. Exhausted employees were compliant employees, after all, and with enough stimulants, they would complete just as much work. They made sure of that much.

“Well, that’s not a very friendly attitude to have towards the members of your Strexcorp Family.“  His laughter is more of a reflex then an expression of mirth, like punctuation to the sentence. “And Daniel should be happy to respect your wishes, as long as they don’t go against his programing or an order from Strex, Lauren, or me! I’ll see what I can do about Lauren, but don’t you be telling her about that. It can be our secret!“ He winked theatrically and took another sip of coffee.

“There’s nothing wrong with authority or corporations, Cecil, don’t be such a downer! You’re just having a difficult adjustment.“

@jinmeibo​ : ❛ i’ve got no self control , it’s the root of my evil . ❜ from zaz

The lack of levity in Victor’s voice catches his attention, large brown eyes signalling concern as Jervis looks up from the card he’d been attempting a quick repair on, the sparks he had been creating dying like embers as his attention is re-directed.

“Ah, she’s a jabberwok of a thing, as cruel as a mother and a sharp-scorned lover. ...Although I must say evil seems a touch harsh? You’re a bit more patchworked, perhaps, but who is without a seam in their soul...” He pushes his work to the side, titling his head slightly. “Would you care for tea?” Heavy conversations never sat right with him without a cup of it.

@who-is-muses : "What's your alibi?" (from March Harriet, to Mad Hatter)

A good deal deaths the Hatter left in his wake were, at least arguably, bloodless ones. An overloaded card could short out the brain, a man could be dragged under hypnosis too deep to come out, and he did have that nasty little habit of abandoning his toys... Immobile without orders, they often perished of hunger or thirst before the police could hunt them down. Still, for all his primness, he wasn't afraid of a spot of blood. It was all part of the show, after all. a spotlight, swelling music, a spray of blood corn syrup, and the curtain drops for intermission. Nothing he hasn't done before, of course...

But he can't shake the smell of iron, and wonderland has gone a flat as set dressing in the face of the gore it juxtaposes itself against. It has lead him back to his March Hare for aid, blood-stained and shivering without chill, his ax discarded, his eyes glassy with self-delusion. He offers a weak smile, a chuckle.

"Well, my dear, I was rather hoping that was what you could provide"

WELCOME TO DESERT BLUFFS MOTHERFUCKERS! HERE’S YOUR STREX COMPLIMENTARY TRAUMA!

@valespoken​ :  "I don't give up that easy."

“You shouldn’t be afraid to! Strex-regulated amounts of personal and extensional despair can be necessary during these stressful times of change.” Kevin said, his voice imbued with plastic warmth. “Really, I’m not sure what you’re so upset about! You still have your job, after all, and isn’t that what’s most important?“

He leans forward onto his cane in an effort to create an conspiratorial, friendly air. It’s lessened, perhaps, by the intensity of his gaze, and the unsettling nature of his widening smile. “Stress or not, it’s best to watch your words! Strexcorp’s reeducation courses are...” Something in his expression tightens, as does his grip on his cane, blanching his knuckles slightly  “Well, they’re very effective! I’m sure they’d teach you all about having a more productive, forward thinking mindset.”

𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯 𝑶𝑭 𝑨𝑵 𝑶𝑷𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑻 .    (   lyric starters  originating  from  the  works  of  grandson .   mature  &  dark  themes  are  present ,   tread  with  caution .   ) 

❛  tell  me  what  you’re  trying  to  hide .  ❜ ❛  look  me  in  my  eyes ,   tell  me  everything’s  not  fine .  ❜ ❛  i’ve  got  a  secret  i  need  you  to  keep .  ❜ ❛  beg  me  for  mercy .  ❜ ❛  i’m  not  so  brave ,   &  i’m  not  so  smart .  ❜ ❛  i’m  doing  you  a  favor .  ❜ ❛  i  did  a  lot  wrong  that  i  can’t  make  right .  ❜ ❛  i  can’t  cope .  ❜ ❛  there’s  no  difference  between  you  &  i .  ❜ ❛  there’s  no  way  of  stopping  this .  ❜ ❛  is  there  anybody  out  there  that’s  paying  attention ?  ❜ ❛  i  try  to  do  my  part .  ❜ ❛  how  did  we  get  here ?  ❜ ❛  one  day  i  know  i’ll  regret  it .  ❜ ❛  i’m  in  love  with  the  pain .  ❜ ❛  idle  hands  are  the  devil’s  best  friend .  ❜ ❛  won’t  you  help  me ,   please ?  ❜ ❛  we  might  not  make  it  ‘til  the  morning .  ❜ ❛  i’m  a  sick  joke .  ❜ ❛  we’re  stronger  when  we’re  together .  ❜ ❛  it’s  the  same  shit ,   just  a  different  year .  ❜ ❛  i’m  terrified  none  of  it  matters  at  all .  ❜ ❛  i’ve  gotta  get  out  of  here  as  quick  as  i  can .  ❜ ❛  there’s  a  knock  at  your  front  door .  ❜ ❛  beg  me  for  mercy .  ❜ ❛  do  exactly  what  you’re  told .  ❜ ❛  don’t  listen  to  them ,   you’re  not  free .  ❜ ❛  there’s  nobody  that  can  stop  me .  ❜ ❛  i’ve  got  one  life  so  i’m  gonna  live  it .  ❜ ❛  i  don’t  want  to  move  on .  ❜ ❛  where  the  fuck  do  we  go  now ?  ❜ ❛  my  heart  keeps  fucking  up  the  motherfucking  plan .  ❜ ❛  i’m  done  playing  games .  ❜ ❛  nobody  make  a  sound .  ❜ ❛  the  higher  the  crime ,   the  harder  the  fall .  ❜ ❛  everybody  told  me  ever  since  i  was  young ,   i  should  bite  my  tongue .  ❜ ❛  i  don’t  know  where  i’m  gonna  go .  ❜ ❛  i  will  not  apologize .  ❜ ❛  i  think  it’s  time  for  a  change .  ❜ ❛  get  down  on  the  ground .  ❜ ❛  sometimes  the  bad  guy  wins .  ❜ ❛  this  is  my  one  shot  at  redemption .  ❜ ❛  i’m  looking  up  at  rock  bottom .  ❜ ❛  i  don’t  want  to  get  left  behind .  ❜ ❛  is  this  what  you  wanted ?  ❜ ❛  i  wish  i’d  read  the  signs  better ,   ‘cause  the  writing  was  on  the  wall .  ❜ ❛  i’m  just  trying  to  get  used  to  these  changes .  ❜ ❛  i  thought  i  had  the  upper  hand .  ❜ ❛  one  day  you’ll  understand  why  i  pushed  you  away  as  i  ran .  ❜ ❛  what’s  your  alibi ?  ❜ ❛  i’ve  gotta  get  out  of  this  town  somehow .  ❜ ❛  the  bad’s  been  slowly  getting  worse .  ❜ ❛  what’s  your  life  worth ?  ❜ ❛  i’m  still  trying  to  find  my  identity .  ❜ ❛  somebody  call  the  doctor !  ❜ ❛  that  which  you  fear  is  that  which  you  become .  ❜ ❛  does  any  of  this  pain  have  meaning ?  ❜ ❛  i  was  in  over  my  head .  ❜ ❛  should  we  just  say  ‘to  hell  with  it  all’ ?  ❜ ❛  i’m  gonna  get  away  with  it .  ❜ ❛  you  think  that  you  can  stop  me ?  ❜ ❛  this  isn’t  gonna  be  some  little  fix .  ❜ ❛  i’m  sick  of  being  an  optimist .  ❜ ❛  don’t  resist  the  temptation .  ❜ ❛  we  can  all  be  saved .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  feel  something .  ❜ ❛  i’m  feeling  all  this  pressure ,   it’s  a  weight  on  my  shoulders .  ❜ ❛  i’m  looking  for  the  proof  that  i’m  alive .  ❜ ❛  all  i  ever  wanted  was  a  little  piece  &  quiet .  ❜ ❛  i  am  the  thing  you  created .  ❜ ❛  i’ve  tried  getting  better ,   did  all  of  the  twelve  steps .  ❜ ❛  if  you  love  me ,   let  me  go .  ❜ ❛  you  deserve  all  you’ve  got  coming .  ❜ ❛  i  spent  my  last  dollar  on  a  motherfucking  cab .  ❜ ❛  i’ve  got  no  hope ,   not  a  sliver .  ❜ ❛  sometimes  the  good  things  don’t  last .  ❜ ❛  i’ll  do  anything  for  you ,   just  tell  me  what  you  need .  ❜ ❛  the  goodbye  is  the  hardest  part .  ❜ ❛  i  never  thought  it’d  come  to  this .  ❜ ❛  everything  will  be  okay .  ❜ ❛  i’ve  done  bad  things  to  good  people .  ❜ ❛  i’ve  got  no  self  control ,   it’s  the  root  of  my  evil .  ❜ ❛  if  i  were  you ,   i  wouldn’t  love  me  neither .  ❜ ❛  i  keep  on  looking  at  the  world  like  i’m  an  optimist .  ❜ ❛  we  can’t  go  back .  ❜ ❛  have  you  ever  thought  that  you  don’t  know  it  all ?  ❜ ❛  i  wish  you  would’ve  called .  ❜ ❛  save  me  from  myself .  ❜ ❛  nobody  really  cared ,   so  it  never  really  mattered .  ❜ ❛  what’s  the  point  in  fighting  for  a  happy  ever  after ?  ❜ ❛  i’d  rather  drop  dead .  ❜ ❛  don’t  give  up  that  easy .  ❜ ❛  i  can’t  keep  my  shit  together .  ❜ ❛  life  is  a  bitch ,   she  doesn’t  fight  fair .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  live  for  something .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  die  for  something .  ❜ ❛  this  won’t  last  forever .   nothing  ever  lasts  forever .  ❜ ❛  i  think  i  need  some  guidance .  ❜ ❛  you  don’t  have  to  hurt  anymore .  ❜

zsqsz​:

His remark was one out of concern, and not meant to maim. Though, his tone was so rarely woven with sincerity, he doesn’t completely blame the other from pulling away. Victor’s lips part to offer an apology, yet no sound spills from them. Instead, the air is quiet and thick. “The Hatter is … an architect? A conductor? A magician?” He finally offers in response.

“A booker, a baker, an candlestick maker?” He allows a small smile. “A jack of many hats, is he, one who wears many trades.” He fiddles with his sleeve for a moment before speaking again, an attempt to be more plain then he had in past. “...you’ll forgive a poor hatter for his vanities? There is much that he....” A quiet chuckle, tinged with something melancholy. “There is much. Much, much, much...”

vrbctim​:

“ Track her down ey? “ They tap their chin in thought, really pondering if they were up for a little game of cat and mouse. Oh, who were they kidding, of course they’re gonna help out Nikola! They grin, nodding, “ course i will! Sounds like a grand ol’ time “ 

“Wonderful!“ Nikola pats their head twice, without gentleness, and  twists, segment by segment, to turn her back on them. “You’re a darling~ Try not to waste time, we are on a schedule!!”

@vrbctim​

Some Kevin hcs :

- He has chronic pain from what Strex did to him, and usually walks with a cane, which he’s decorated with stickers and some teeth charms that hang off the handle. It has extra grip on the tip so it doesn’t slip on blood or viscera that’s so often on the floor.

- His eyes were solid black under strex and still are when he records, but when they’re not, his pupils are rectangular, like a goats

- He wears gold beads in his dreadlocks and usually keeps his hair tied back. The tips defy gravity slightly and sort of float around, but its nowhere near to the degree that they used to.

- Very good at cards, but doesn’t play much.

- Paints his nails black or blood red