Rotten Inside

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utterly depraved & quietly losing control.

Getting in on this MarchMouse Madness~
Brianna I know this is terrible but my art just goes nowhere near comparing to yours so I hope I’m doing all of our newfound OTP some justice ;3;
SO HEAD CANON TIME YES/NO?
As we’ve all tragically noticed, Dormouse has no ears at the MTP! I’m a sucker for mouse ears so this especially depresses me :( So here, have a serving of head canon about it:
Dormouse is a bit of a “mutant” cos he has no animal ears/has human ones instead (yes I added the tail just for adorable funsies :3) SO he decided at a young age he’d become a rock star in hopes of stopping the ridicule. After all, rock stars get endless praise & love no matter what sometimes don’t they? Well, he never thought he’d actually be genuinely talented at it though! So he figured that for the price of a pair of ears he was given the gift of mouse guitar god~ 
Later on as an already accomplished musician, he walked into a frequented Wonderland club to scope out new talent for the band he was starting. That was where he found the March Hare. The one thing that immediately caught his eye were those BIG FLOPPY FUZZY EARS hanging down beside his hair under his bandana. He saw him sitting in a secluded corner with a bass propped up next to him. It was more so his curiosity about the ears that urged him to go talk to him, the bass was just the perfect excuse. 
(what follows is a really bad 5am half arsed attempt at a convo/bad fanfic. just a general idea of what’s in my head. Do not read with the expectation of it being proper fic. I’m fleshing it out as I go.)
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“Mind if I take this seat?”
“err, no I guess not.”
“So you any good with that thing?” he says acknowledging the bass with a nod of his head. 
“Wha-oh right umm well, no I mean, yeah kinda, ok I guess. It’s nothing too difficult to be honest.” he’s fidgeting & chewing on the end of one fuzzy ear & Mally is really stumped as to whether they’re real or not and why is he even sitting here why does he care animal ears don’t matter and this guy is really awkward I bet he can’t even play…
“Play me something will ya?”
Thackery chokes on his drink “Now?”
“It’s as good a time as any.”
“Why?”
“I’m recruiting for my new band & bassists that are any good are terribly hard to come by. I don’t have much time honey bunny so if you don’t want to ok, I’ve got other clubs to scope out.” Standing up, he knows he’s got him when he turns to walk away and there’s a strong and insisted hand clasping his wrist to hold him back. 
“No wait! I just…It’s loud, and there’s music playing so it might throw me off. Let’s go to one of the private rooms yeah?”
“Woah now, honey bunny, You’re cute, but I’m looking for a bandmate not a girlfriend. I’ll keep you in mind though.”
“No please I’m sorry I know I’m being a bit forward I’m just not used to people actually asking me to audition. I usually bum around trying to find places that’ll take me. Gimme a shot yeah?” He doesn’t let Mally answer though because he’s already got his bass  in one hand and tugging Mally with the other to the back lounge area.
“OK just sit there.” He says plopping Mally down on a giant butter-fly bean bag chair. Thackery sits across from him on the floor, bass in lap & hand….and does nothing. 5 minutes go by and nothing. 
“Any day now hun”
“Shut up I know I just-UGH!”
“What’s wrong? Forgot how to play? Look, I don’t need you wasting my time.” Mally gets up thinking this has all already gone way too damn for over some freaking EARS. As he’s walking towards the door the back of his mind starts to wonder if he’s got an ear fetish. Before that thought is able to fully process he hears this great bass beat kick up. He turns around and he just stares as Thackery is sitting there, eyes closed, bottom lip worried between his teeth, head bopping, and ears flopping to his own beat. he walks back and sits on the floor next to him until he finshes. Thackery opens his eyes and immediately goes red.
“WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT AND WHY ARE YOU SITTING SO CLOSE?!”
“….I…you’re in. You’re mine. You. My band. In. Now.”
“Really?! Are you yankin my ears or are you being serious?”
“As serious as tea time.”
“OH MY EARS THANK YOU” Thackery stands up cheering and dancing, flopping those ears back and forth and Mally thinks how much fun he’ll have watching them do that on stage. 
“Hey, by the way I just need to know, are those ears real?”

Getting in on this MarchMouse Madness~

Brianna I know this is terrible but my art just goes nowhere near comparing to yours so I hope I’m doing all of our newfound OTP some justice ;3;

SO HEAD CANON TIME YES/NO?

As we’ve all tragically noticed, Dormouse has no ears at the MTP! I’m a sucker for mouse ears so this especially depresses me :( So here, have a serving of head canon about it:

Dormouse is a bit of a “mutant” cos he has no animal ears/has human ones instead (yes I added the tail just for adorable funsies :3) SO he decided at a young age he’d become a rock star in hopes of stopping the ridicule. After all, rock stars get endless praise & love no matter what sometimes don’t they? Well, he never thought he’d actually be genuinely talented at it though! So he figured that for the price of a pair of ears he was given the gift of mouse guitar god~ 

Later on as an already accomplished musician, he walked into a frequented Wonderland club to scope out new talent for the band he was starting. That was where he found the March Hare. The one thing that immediately caught his eye were those BIG FLOPPY FUZZY EARS hanging down beside his hair under his bandana. He saw him sitting in a secluded corner with a bass propped up next to him. It was more so his curiosity about the ears that urged him to go talk to him, the bass was just the perfect excuse. 

(what follows is a really bad 5am half arsed attempt at a convo/bad fanfic. just a general idea of what’s in my head. Do not read with the expectation of it being proper fic. I’m fleshing it out as I go.)

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“Mind if I take this seat?”

“err, no I guess not.”

“So you any good with that thing?” he says acknowledging the bass with a nod of his head. 

“Wha-oh right umm well, no I mean, yeah kinda, ok I guess. It’s nothing too difficult to be honest.” he’s fidgeting & chewing on the end of one fuzzy ear & Mally is really stumped as to whether they’re real or not and why is he even sitting here why does he care animal ears don’t matter and this guy is really awkward I bet he can’t even play…

“Play me something will ya?”

Thackery chokes on his drink “Now?”

“It’s as good a time as any.”

“Why?”

“I’m recruiting for my new band & bassists that are any good are terribly hard to come by. I don’t have much time honey bunny so if you don’t want to ok, I’ve got other clubs to scope out.” Standing up, he knows he’s got him when he turns to walk away and there’s a strong and insisted hand clasping his wrist to hold him back. 

“No wait! I just…It’s loud, and there’s music playing so it might throw me off. Let’s go to one of the private rooms yeah?”

“Woah now, honey bunny, You’re cute, but I’m looking for a bandmate not a girlfriend. I’ll keep you in mind though.”

“No please I’m sorry I know I’m being a bit forward I’m just not used to people actually asking me to audition. I usually bum around trying to find places that’ll take me. Gimme a shot yeah?” He doesn’t let Mally answer though because he’s already got his bass  in one hand and tugging Mally with the other to the back lounge area.

“OK just sit there.” He says plopping Mally down on a giant butter-fly bean bag chair. Thackery sits across from him on the floor, bass in lap & hand….and does nothing. 5 minutes go by and nothing. 

“Any day now hun”

“Shut up I know I just-UGH!”

“What’s wrong? Forgot how to play? Look, I don’t need you wasting my time.” Mally gets up thinking this has all already gone way too damn for over some freaking EARS. As he’s walking towards the door the back of his mind starts to wonder if he’s got an ear fetish. Before that thought is able to fully process he hears this great bass beat kick up. He turns around and he just stares as Thackery is sitting there, eyes closed, bottom lip worried between his teeth, head bopping, and ears flopping to his own beat. he walks back and sits on the floor next to him until he finshes. Thackery opens his eyes and immediately goes red.

“WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT AND WHY ARE YOU SITTING SO CLOSE?!”

“….I…you’re in. You’re mine. You. My band. In. Now.”

“Really?! Are you yankin my ears or are you being serious?”

“As serious as tea time.”

“OH MY EARS THANK YOU” Thackery stands up cheering and dancing, flopping those ears back and forth and Mally thinks how much fun he’ll have watching them do that on stage. 

“Hey, by the way I just need to know, are those ears real?”