AlicexHatter123, prompts 5-8.

No, they won't all be up one after another this fast. Haha, that's crazy.

05. together we're both alone - - probably not what anybody was expecting, including me, but somehow, it seemed to fit. It's got a very quiet-sigh sort of melancholy to it.

06. hanging - - Oh, silly, silly, silly. As soon as the idea was there, it had to be done, I didn't really have a choice. Even with the white hair, Hatter looks younger than poor Harrison Ford in Indy 4. Aww.

One of these people thinks they were born for this part. The other person doesn't agree, but is probably having more than than they'd care to admit.

A bit of art failure here in that Reg's chest looks even thinner than it's supposed to, which is already too thin. It doesn't end where the white shirt ends. My favourite parts: Alice's hair and shoes.

07. cocktail time - - mini fanfic!
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... So engrossed was he in his mischief that he failed to notice her presence until a slim hand reached around his shoulder and plucked his weapon away. He turned to look back, a deep pout awaiting marching orders, but something in her look stopped him short. He even had the decency to look sheepish, which was somewhat miraculous under the circumstances. Her mouth twitched.

"Reggie, you simply must stop this dreadful hobby. Look, I've brought you one of those lovely sugary drinks you like." She turned the slingshot over in her hand and wrinkled her nose in distaste. "Is this how you spent all your afternoons before we met? Knocking off people's hats from dawn til dark?"

"Oh no, my dear. Nothing of the kind. Only on Sundays."

"Well I think it's very unkind."

"But extremely amusing, particularly if you can pop the little fellows off without making a noise. They lift off like little zeppelins and nobody the wiser until they feel the draft - sometimes ten yards - turning round in circles like chickens - it's a splendid sight - why, I read a smashing book once where - "

His voice was rising in excitement. She jostled his arm until the wild look went out of his eyes again. "Enough, enough - drink your sugar."

His sigh was somewhat wistful, but resigned. "Of course, ma cherie..."
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08. the stuff that dreams are made of - - Yeah, I know - I was going to do a Maltese Falcon spoof, but I also wanted to do a pretty Mucha thing. Everybody digs Mucha. So, alternate interpretation plz.


Trying out the vertical layout here. Better? Worse?

Alice and Reg designs borrowed from *bri-chan

Other sources of inspiration were:
~Valadilenne
~Rain27
~lily-fox