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the-doctor-3000 · 1 year
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Hc: Tarrant Hightopp having a crush on you
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Note: I might write a fanfiction story based on this hc.
You were Alice's older sister (aka the middle Kingsleigh daughter)
And you had visited Underland before too many times to count.
First time you did was by accident (*cough* falling into a rabbit hole *cough*) when you were ten.
At first, you were terrified.
You were all alone
In an unknown world
Without your parents
But eventually you found yourself in love with this strange world.
When you returned back to your world, you decided to visit it again.
This time it was during winter.
And so was in Underland- luckily you were wearing gloves and other winter garments that your father had brought you from overseas.
Underland, though, was much more beautiful even during that season.
A frozen wonderland.
As you walked around, admiring the place once again, you didn't notice a young boy around your age and you bumped into each other.
The boy was slender, had pale skin, curly red hair, green eyes, and there was something about him- something odd.
And you found that the most intriguing.
Due to the fact that it was cold and you were freezing, he took you to his home and his mother made you both some hot chocolate.
He then made you a funny hat which you loved even though his father was against the idea of making hats that weren't formal but he let it slide this once since you liked it.
Tarrant, the boy's name, introduced you to his friends and they were all very friendly with you.
When time came for you to go back, even if you didn't want to, they all looked rather saddened but you promised to return.
And you did.
As the years passed, you'd always go back to see them.
Underland was a far more enjoyable place to be and you also loved the company there.
You and Tarrant were best friends
But what made him falling for you was always taking part in his crazy ideas, accepting the weird side of him AND defending him whenever his father would reprimand him for not being serious.
For him at first it was a strange feeling.
Sometimes he would fall into silence so he could think what he could be feeling.
It was. . . odd of him to be quiet.
Whenever you appeared, a smile would spread all over his face and immediately lighten up and return to his old self. . .
. . . Kinda. . .
His cheeks would get a bit rosy when you'd compliment his work or asked him to dance with you (mostly the Futterwacken)
The others would notice this and while also they would try to get the two together, they would tease him.
Sometimes the Royal Knight, Ilosovic Stayne, would proceed to court you- causing Tarrant to become very jealous but he would be relieved every time you'd reject him.
Chessur would take notice of this behavior and often make some indirect comments about it when you'd be around causing Tarrant to hush him and decline all of these comments.
When the Jabberworcky arrived and you were lost and forced to return back to your home by the order of the Red Queen, his heart broke because he and many others thought you died.
He never got to tell you how he felt.
However, you return with your sister years later and his heart rekindled at the sight of you.
That crazy spark in his eyes came back because you were there.
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fibyd · 2 months
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That "draw your comfort characters in this" thing from Twitter!!!!
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calebs-hangout-corner · 2 months
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Hey guys
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megaphone-malediction · 3 months
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a singular silly little guy
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21deppstreet · 25 days
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A collab !
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Hatter & Wonka- @ugle-beffus
Sweeney-@insanitired
Barnabas-@skeletal-sam
Raoul- @lunaandstarrs
Gilbert- Me
Edward & Ichabod- @drumfinch on ig
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tesseractrave · 1 year
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WHAT WE SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN AT THE END OF LOOKING GLASS, HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY. 🗡💕🎩
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Alice in Wonderland is one of my special interests. I drew this a while ago, but I'm still proud of it, so I thought Valentine's day was the perfect time to let it loose into the world! :]
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mynameis-noe-body · 6 months
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Wonderland Chronicles
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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.»
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hatterhare · 17 days
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slight tarrant retooling because i'm rewriting her and 2010 overall
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rose-9906 · 2 years
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Hello! Could I ask for a mad hatter x reader where the reader calms him down after he gets into a rage?
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Mad Hatter/Tarrant Hightopp x Reader
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Notes - I’m so sorry! You sent this in when I was gone and had a lot of catching up to do and I totally missed it! Well here it is, it's really not the best, I’m really tired because it's the middle of the night where I’m at, so I may rewrite it. Hope you enjoy. :)
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“[Name]?” Alice calls out to you. Your sittin in your shared room at Tarrant’s house, in bed reading a book.
“Yes, Alice?” You respond. Alice lives there now. You two were almost inseparable, but not as much as you and Tarrant.
“Hatters gone, well,” She starts, poking her head in the room, “you see he-”
“He’s having an episode again isn’t he?” you crawl out of bed and tie on your boots before stepping over to the door of the room.
“I’m afraid so.” Alice gives you a faint smile.
“Alright, let's go.” You both run down the stairs, you grab your bag and hat on the way out the door. 
You both arrive at the castle doors, adjusting your hat as you walk in. Mirana greets you at the doors.
“Oh [Name]! It’s a good thing Alice found you. We’ve managed to help a little, but he is still yelling and pacing quite a lot.”
“Alright, where is he?”
“In his workroom.” Mirana says, leading the way. When you get there, you walk in, shutting the door behind you. 
“Hatter?” You call out. You hear some rustling before he emerges. The yelling and pacing was an understatement. He ran up to you, grabbing you at the shoulders.
“Rose, it’s a good thing you're here. You won’t believe-”
“Hatter! You're hurting me.” You wince in pain at the tight grip he has on your arms.
“Oh! O-oh, I-I’m sorry. It’s just that,” He lets out a small laugh, “well now I don’t even remember why I’m mad. I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright Hatter. I’m here to help.” You hold his face in your hands. You two sit on one of the benches and he leans his head onto yours.
“I really didn’t mean to.” You watch as his eyes turn from red and orange to a bluish green.
“It’s alright Hatter, I’m here to help you calm down, not ask for an apology.” You say, tangling your hand with his.
He goes on to tell you everything that was bothering him. You sit and listen, giving small words of encouragement. Not long after you went out for a tea party, everyone else joined you. Enjoying the rest of your day in wonderland.
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atimburtonfan · 3 months
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disneydarlin · 3 months
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2010 Alice in Wonderland: Tarrant Hightopp —Aesthetic
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Tarrant Hightopp's Character & Personality
Tarrant, also known as The Mad Hatter, is a hat maker. He has been poisoned by mercury, hence his orange hair. Tarrant's sanity has shattered due to loosing his family. Since then, he has become detached from reality and developed a slight split personality. When he becomes upset, Tarrant's eyes change from green to a golden yellow and he begins speaking in a Scottish brogue. He can become violent in this state unless someone snaps him out of it. Despite this, Tarrant is vaguely aware of his personality problem and what might trigger it, thus he'll avoid said triggers.
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mynte-locked · 1 year
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𝗔𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗪𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗠𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗯𝗼𝗮𝗿𝗱
If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense.
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fibyd · 7 months
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papering-the-wall · 3 months
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Happy 17th of DEPPcember ! 
(Johnny Depp) [17/31]
(Alice Through the Looking Glass) [2016]
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21deppstreet · 8 months
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The Hatter ! Haha!
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Commission x
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truskawavx · 1 month
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Mad Hatter with his daughter!!! I used the movies one because ever after high version is a flop
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