My First Time Drawing Rogue!!! This Was So Fun ;;-;;

“Thank you and come again!” Madeline was ecstatic, it had been quite a while since she had attended a party. Although she couldn’t help, but wonder if she should have asked for directions and time. Thinking about running to try to check him she then spotted an envelope on the counter. Snatching it up, she immediately opened it. ~ You Are Cordially Invited to the Mad Tea party ~ Located: Guildford Main Street, 1589 At: 6:00 p.m.

The invitation was short and to the point so she didn’t think much of it. Looking at the clock she eagerly awaited to get off work so she could go home and get ready. Time skip 5:03 p.m. Slipping on a pair of black flats, Madeline looked herself over in the mirror one last time to make sure everything matched (This was something she often struggled with). Luckily, the simple orange skirt and green shirt worked well together. Finally, she grabbed the invitation and began walking towards Guildford Main. Finally at 6:08 she arrived, smiling she nocked on the door.

Party Pastries

𝓣𝓱𝒆 𝓗𝓪𝓽𝓽𝒆𝓻 ʜᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʟᴀᴛᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴀɴ 𝓪𝓬𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓻𝒆𝓭 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓽. ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴅᴇᴠᴇʟᴏᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴏɴ ʙᴇʜᴀʟғ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄᴜʟᴀʀ 𝓻𝓪𝓫𝓫𝓲𝓽, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀs sᴜᴄʜ ʜᴇ 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓭 ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɴᴇᴀʀʟʏ 𝓛𝓐𝓣𝓔  ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪᴄᴋ-ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ. 𝓔𝓢𝓟𝓔𝓒𝓘𝓐𝓛𝓛𝓨 𝔀𝓱𝒆𝓷 ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ 𝓽𝓻𝒆𝓪𝓽𝓼 ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ - ғᴏʀ ʜɪs ᴛᴇᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ 𝓵𝓪𝓽𝒆𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓭𝓪𝔂, ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪɴɢs!

ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴏғ ᴀ 𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓱𝒆𝓻 𝓵𝓪𝓻𝓰𝒆 ᴠᴀʀɪᴇᴛʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴏғ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʜᴇ ʜᴏᴘᴇᴅ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴄᴏɴᴠɪɴᴄᴇ ʜɪs 𝓐𝓵𝓲𝓬𝒆 ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀsᴛᴇ-ᴛᴇsᴛ ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ 𝓗𝓐𝓟𝓟𝓨 ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ 𝓱𝒆𝓻 ғᴀᴜʟᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴋᴇ 𝓐𝓵𝓲𝓬𝒆𝓼 ʟɪᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓫𝓪𝓰𝓼. sᴜʀᴇʟʏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴀʀ 𝓻𝒆𝓼𝒆𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓬𝒆, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ 𝓗𝓐𝓡𝓓𝓛𝓨 ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ.

ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴋᴇ 𝓐𝓵𝓲𝓬𝒆𝓼 ʜᴇ ʙʀᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴇs ᴜsᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ 𝓜𝓐𝓢𝓚𝓔𝓓 𝓡𝓐𝓑𝓑𝓘𝓣𝓢 ʜᴇ ‘ᴄᴏɴᴠɪɴᴄᴇᴅ’ ᴛᴏ ʀᴜɴ ᴇʀʀᴀɴᴅs ᴀɴᴅ sᴇᴀʀᴄʜ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴇ 𝓐𝓵𝓲𝓬𝒆, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴀɴᴅʟɪɴɢ 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓲𝒆𝓼 ᴡᴀs ʜᴀʀᴅʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴏғ ᴊᴏʙ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ɪʀʀɪᴛᴀᴛɪɴɢ, ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ 𝓖𝓤𝓔𝓢𝓣𝓢 ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴅᴏ sᴜᴄʜ sɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ғᴀᴠᴏʀs ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ 𝓗𝓞𝓢𝓣. ᴀɴᴅ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴏ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴀs ᴛᴏ ɪɴᴠɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪs 𝓦𝓸𝓷𝓭𝒆𝓻𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭, ᴛᴏᴏ!

ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴀᴄʜɪɴɢ ʜɪs 𝒇𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓽𝒆 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓹𝒆, ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʙᴜᴛ ғɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ 𝓢𝓐𝓜𝓔 𝓖𝓘𝓡𝓛 ʀᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴇ 𝓖𝓘𝓡𝓛 ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ɢʀᴏᴡɴ sᴏ ғᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ʜɪs 𝓹𝓻𝒆𝓿𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼 ᴠɪsɪᴛs! ᴏʜ, ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴏ 𝓚𝓘𝓝𝓓 ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ, ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ sʜᴇ 𝓻𝒆𝓪𝓵𝓲𝔃𝒆𝓭 ɪᴛ ᴏʀ 𝓝𝓞𝓣. ʜɪs ᴘᴀsᴛʀɪᴇs ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡᴇʀᴇ 𝓢𝓣𝓘𝓛𝓛 sɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʙᴏxᴇs ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴏɴᴇ 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 ᴅᴇsᴘɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ 𝓣𝓘𝓜𝓔 ɪᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ! sᴜʀᴇʟʏ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ sᴜᴄʜ 𝓖𝓔𝓢𝓣𝓤𝓡𝓔𝓢, ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛʜᴇ 𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂 ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴ 𝓘𝓝𝓥𝓘𝓣𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝 ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ?

ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓶 𝓼𝓶𝓲𝓵𝒆, ʜᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ - ɴᴏᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴘʟᴀᴄɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜɪs 𝓹𝓪𝔂𝓶𝒆𝓷𝓽 ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴛɪᴘ 𝓗𝓔𝓐𝓥𝓘𝓔𝓡 ᴛʜᴀɴ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀɴ 𝒆𝓷𝓿𝒆𝓵𝓸𝓹𝒆.

❝   W𝘩𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑟, I 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝘩𝑜𝑤 𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛! M𝑦 𝑎𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑦, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑎 𝑠𝑐𝘩𝑒𝑑𝑢𝑙𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑝𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙. I 𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝘩𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑦 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 I 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠. I𝑡'𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝘩𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑠𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝘩𝑜𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡, 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠..?  ❞

@themarchinghare

Day 1 Song

Oh boy do I have a weird and short playlist for Music Meister! I just wanted to keep it simple so here's a nice little song list that I would love to hear him sing!

Songs ((in no real order)):

Bernadette by IMAX

Let's face it I'm cute by 11 acorn lane

How you lie lie lie by Connie Conway

Dream a little dream of me by Doris Day

Killer by The Ready Set

Madness of Duke Venomania by Akuno P

Trust me by Marc Senter

Why me by Big Bad voodoo Daddy

Bei Mir Bist Du Schoen by IDK

Le Bien Qui Fait Mal by Salieri

Alright I'll end it there before I had way too many! I stuck with one song per artist and I highly recommend checking these songs out!

…Some mental images just like smacking me in the face with a phonebook. This is one. I was listening to the latest CodotVerse audio file when it got a little wild and I had to draw what I saw. Oh, my dear deluded Jervis. Anyhoo, have a good day to all of you. :)

❝ you know better than that. ❞

"Do you truly believe I do?"

Madeline was well aware that Shaw, while finding her amusing, also found her ignorant to the world at large. She wouldn't call it unwarranted, Shaw certainly had more experience in other areas, where she (gladly) had none.

" I'm not exactly well aware of the in and outs of orgy cuisine. Personally I thought cupcakes were perfect."

Something I want to happen in the DCEU

Arkham Asylum’s infamous hallway of Batman rouges from Batman TAS.

There’s a crawl shot of the hallway and several different camera angles have you get to see who’s in the cells without actually telling you but you’re supposed know by several hints.

The bars or the wall of glass has several things in that hint who occupys each cell.

-A silloute of a coin flipping in the air along with the sound of it landing and slight growling.

-Several green question marks written on the walls and several riddles followed by incoherent mumbling.

-A potted plant, looking Alive and healthy on a small shelf near a bed.

-A top of someone’s hair, which is brown obscured by the cell’s bars or the camera not panning down(for those who prefer the wall of glass) followed by the sound of a page turning in a book.

-A shot of a padded cell with someone in a straight jacket, rocking back and forth. The person’s feet has tally marks on it.

-A glass cell door that lacks airholes. Loud slurping and gurgling noises come from it. The camera isn’t panning down so all you hear is the liquid noises and a shout of “I gotta prepare for my next role.”

-A cell that has sticky notes of the days of the year all over the walls.

-A top hat with a ribbon around it, with a playing card tucked in the ribbon resting on the bed. Followed by mumblings of a white rabbit and finding someone named Alice.

-A cell that’s relatively normal. But there’s a scalpel covered in blood on the bed’s pillow.

-A cell that’s different from the rest in color. The cell is blue, cold blue with several tubes flowing air into it.

-A cell that's​ completely empty. But it has several words written in some sort of purple crayon that say “HAHA” on the walls.

Don't forget his awesome helpers!!! The Kabuki twins!!

I swear if need be I'll make a freaking backstory for these awesome gals!!!

oof tough luck Oz

Day 4 Relationships

As I did with Tetch I'll just be doing people he's normally associated with!

Edward Nygma: Friends

They don't hate eachother they can just get a bit tense at times. They both have similar taste in Music and clothing, but they're egos do clash at times. In Arkham they're usually grouped together in the whole "dork squad" so talkings only natural. (Especially when you have to choose between trying to talk to a stick bug and a short fantasy man)

Jonathan Crane: Introvert vs Extrovert

Jonathan will happily let Meister do whatever he wants but pull Jon in and oh boy. Jonathan is not Meisters show partner and Meister of course See's Jon as a complete bore.

Mary Dahl: We gotta do THE song

Sometimes they get along very well and it's fun to see/hear them preform together other times.... Divas man plan divas. Meister thinks Mary's adorable and had a great attitude and Mary thinks he's the perfect showman.

Clayface: the ___ were better

Classic movie watcher buddies, it may have taken Meister a while to watch Clayfaces movie, but hey it's smooth sailing (so far). Meister doesn't really care about Clayfaces appearance and doesn't mind it at all when he copy's him.

Batman: No singing

Batman always wears earplugs when fighting Meister. He's no fun.

drabble - jervis and his paper hat

He had his tongue partly out, curled up slightly as it stayed to the side of his lip. Focusing his deep maple gaze, upon the stripped newspaper configuration before him. He tilted his head from side to side; with his loose auburn curls scrunching to his face, to release with his movement and dance upon his shoulder again. All the while, his lengthy nimble fingers attended to his precious creation.

His handiwork was undoubtedly present, though the materials were lacking quite a bit. There was a small stack of newspapers laid before him, and a bucket of an odd mixture: glue, flower, and water; of which mocked the consistency of camel mucus. ‘Paste’ is what he was told lain before him.

Watching him work was something to be seen. Considering he didn’t seem phased by any of it, like that’s how he had made such things originally.

His brown orbs continued with deep concentration, as his delicate construction became more of a gentlemans formation. He made sure to keep all the pieces in their rightful places, and add extra glue upon the ends. Dunking his hand, or just a few fingers at times; into the paste, before returning again to the paper craft, before him.

Once the shape was then made, he stuffed some crinkled pages in the hollowed center, careful not to interfere with the delicately formed area. Flipping it then, right side up; he set it before him. Touching it up, here and there, as it dried slowly with in the air; attentively smoothing out spots that would crinkle, or applying glue to places that would lift or curl.

Then with his work finally completed and dry. He pulled the crinkled paper from the center, carful not to damage the surface made inside, and placed it atop his head with pride.

He then sat up straight, quite satisfied with himself; his hands were folded in front of him, and a smile cast like a cats mad grin.

He felt like himself once again.

after all,

how could one be a Hatter - without a hat of his own

“That’s Miss March Hare Alice!

At least I assume it’s Alice correct?“

"Hi, I'm The March Hare!"

Hєℓℓσ, Mя. Mαяcн Hαяє, нσω αяє уσυ?

Virtue, October 2019. One of the tiny ink drawings I made for inktober.