#lookingformuchness

“It… it…it is a Monarchy of Mattresses! And I, of course, am tae Monarsh of…oh!” He blinked a few times, trying to focus on three Miranas all at once. “’Tis tae Queen! There beh a major problem here, nauw.”

           The letter had been penned much in the manner one could expect – as a cease and desist order – in as sincere a hand as Iracebeth could muster. She would be lying if she said she was unamused by the situation, but she also couldn’t stand disorder be it under her own reign or her sister’s.

            It was a shame the letter didn’t seem to do much, except send a flood of responses to Marmoreal. That the true queen was being held hostage, that they would free her, that they would not rest until the bloody red queen ruled again. Truthfully, it made the old ex-queen laugh – she shouldn’t have, there were people dying over it, but she couldn’t help but cackle with each new letter. Things were always rosier on the other side, it seemed.

            A stranger truth – she didn’t want to reclaim the throne.

                      She was old, older by the minute it seemed. Too much stress made her heart race and threaten to explode inside her. Her own vengeance had been completed, to her mind, and Underland could go to rot, ruin, or even worse, success for all she cared.

           They didn’t seem to believe her though. So she was set out from house arrest and assigned a slightly ironic guard.

            The smirk had been wiped from her lips at the notion.

ASK THE MUN ABOUT THEIR WRITING!  - not accepting (Beneath the cut because this got very ranty and rambly

PUT A TAROT CARD IN MY INBOX AND I'LL ANSWER THE QUESTION!- Not accepting

THE FOOL: What is the stupidest thing your muse has ever done?

                Having her husband executed, honestly. The two were made for each other, and he was the only one consistently able to keep a cool head. But then, of course, she knows this. She’s in active denial about it, but she knows it.

THE WORLD: What has been your muse's greatest success?

           The pen scratching at parchment would have driven some mad, as the author did not so much write as attack with her words. That said, one could expect nothing less of Iracebeth of Crims, even when she was redrafting a peace agreement with the Country to the West.

           Though Underland had quieted muchly since Iracebeth had been defeated and brought back to Marmoreal once and for all, the palace itself had taken on a somewhat surreal air. Even though her chambers took up hardly any room in the grand scheme of things, because everyone refused to live within yards of her, the entire wing had been wholeheartedly abandoned. Most of the servants refused to wait upon her, requiring that the good queen hire back some of the Red Queen’s old staff.

          So the ex-queen stayed in her chambers under a sort of self-imposed house arrest, working through ill-drafted laws her sister had attempted to pass and closing up loopholes. You could say what you wished about the tyrant, but she’d always had a gift with paperwork.

MY OPINION ON; Lookingformuchness

CHARACTER IN GENERAL: Tarrant and I’ve always had a complicated relationship. Like Mirana, he’s not my favorite, but that’s mostly because he’s in a movie with so many of my favorite character archetypes. I love the good man in a bad situation that is Bayard, I adore Mally’s fierce irreverence, Absolem’s nonsensical wisdom. In any other movie, Tarrant would almost certainly be one of my faves, but as it stands, I don’t think about him as much as I should.HOW THEY PLAY THEM: Honestly you play him fantastically. The perfect mix of madness and kindness, of bitterness about the past and a drive to change the future. And the accent markings, oh mannnn you do so well. Keep it up! <3THE MUN: I haven’t spoken much with them, sadly, but they seem sweet and I look forward to getting to know them~

DO I:

RP WITH THEM: Yeeeeeep!!! And I’m glad to do so!WANT TO RP WITH THEM:  Absolutely <3 They’ve got a great grasp on Tarrant and I always love seeing them on my dashboard 

WHAT IS MY;

                    “I am queen! There is always room for me!” Iracebeth scowled, glaring over the table of rebels. She knew they couldn’t be moved, not by her or any other force - save Alice - but that didn’t stop her from attempting. 

         Nothing if not stubborn, as the saying went.

                    “What do you know about Marmoreal’s plan to invade Quest, Hatman?” 

          It was not uncommon for the queen to attempt these interrogation sessions, as she couldn’t be harmed, save by a stray hatpin. Unfortunately, all she could learn was what Mirana confided in the Hatter, and moreover, what he would deign fit to tell her. It was infuriating.