Fairest

Independent ask/roleplay blog for Snow White of Fables. Multi-ship, multi-verse & OC friendly. Please read the rules page! R · V · A

[ravenbeaut-blog]

“The power I possess over matter is a gift. 

                                                                          A gift I reciprocate. 

                                   I paid for it… with everything I had.”

[whitewolfofrivia-blog]

     ❝It’s all the same to me.                                                   I’m not expected to be anywhere in particular. 

                 There’s nothing for me at the end of the road.❞

[nxveous-blog]

mr-northwind replied to your post:I’m gonna fuckin’ do it

Follow your heart.

Geralt and North can be old man buddies

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I’m gonna fuckin’ do it

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{ I'm contemplating putting my Fables blogs on hiatus. Waiting for more canon material plus other, new muses grasping for my attention are making it difficult to write Snow and Bigby well, and a number of my other partners are taking breaks, too. This isn't permanent or anything, probably just until 150 comes out, but until then my actual rp activity on these blogs will be limited, and you might even see me reblogging promos for any other blogs of mine. }

[bigbybxdwolf]

“ Ị́'̠͛v̙̎e̝̓ ͉̉n͖̐e̥̋v̭̉e̬̒r̳̍ ̼̋s̨̒a̔ͅi̟͆ḑ̍ ̳̎t̺̋h̼͋a͚͗t̝̓” the wolf retorted “ Ṫ͙ḧ͎e̻͆r̮̾e͉̅ ̬́i̻̓s̱̈́ ̗̅n̼̐o͔͛ ͔̆ŝ̠h͉̀a̠͊m̺͑ě͜ ͈́i̼͆n͊͜ ͉̏a̛̫d̤͝m͜͝ī̫ṭ͊ẗ̠i̠͆n͂͜ġ̖ ̭̓y̹̽o̗̊u͓̽ ͇̽n̖͑ë̠e̮͛d͈͘ ̠̈t͖͋ó̻ ̡̌r̹͌e̙̓s̘͂t̞̃,̮͛ ͉̑i͍͋ť̙ ͙̚ẅ͓́o̩̓u̗̓l̛̝d̤͊ ̝̿b̙̚e̲͋ ̒ͅe͔͊a̠͂s̜͘i̼͑ě̲r̺͂ ͐͜f͓̉o͔͆r͛͜ ͇́a͕͘l̥̕l͇͌ ̩̅ȏ̱f̪͠ ̙̓ü̥s̠̏ ̩͑t̤́ò͔ ̫̉t̝̽a̯͗ǩ͇ẽ̫ ͎̃ä̫́ ̹́b̯̈́r̳͌è͓ã̰k̓͜ ͚͘t̟͑h͕̚a̻̍n̎ͅ ̤͆h͍͝a̕͜v͈̈ĩ̼ǹ͍ĝ̻ ̭̑t̟͌o̡͗ ̗̈c̖̄ă̠r̫̈́r̗̍y̖͒ ̝̾ÿ͕o̧͋u̦͂ “ 

Whoever said ‘ I can rest when I’m dead’ was a fool

It might be a little too early for a rest, but the wolf needed to gauge her exhaustion - if she pushed too much she could faint, however he too was worried if they stopped now she might not be able to continue

“ M̼̓a̗̎y͕̓b̹̊e͖̽ ̜̈́I͔͘ ̱́s̛̝h̜͑ő̘ū͈l͓͂d̡̏ ̱͠c̘̑h͉̆e̫͂c̰̕k̫̊ ̦͝o̙̓n̯̄ ͕̉t̫͝h̭̓è͕ ̠͒e̞͂l̥̐d͍͊ê̠r͍̓ĺ̝y̮̽ “ he commented to himself, so she wouldn’t feel so bad about asking for a break.

[nxveous-blog]

Snow was quick to send him a glower, taking a moment to shift her weight; the cuffs jangled on her wrists, simply two more useless adornments that weighed her down.

“You can check on the elderly,” she answered crisply, “but i am fine.” She could hear Rose’s scoff behind her and paused to lift her leg, feeling her twin stumble into her and nearly lose her balance for a moment.

If they did stop, though, undoubtedly she would find herself caring for those elderly among them, because despite his efforts, it was easy to tell many were still frightened to the very core of the big wolf.

[bigbybxdwolf]

Ｇuiding a group of refugees is no easy task - many of them got broken bones, or are merely too tired and weakened to have a decent pace. The wolf had learned to make good use of that to check ahead and take down and patrol that might be too close, or to order them to take a few moments’ rest as he hunts down something both for them and for himself - even through there are times that the prey is scarce and he ends up only getting small things for the most weakened of them. 

The sounds of tumbling isn’t uncommon, but one in particular caught his attention. Watching as the raven-haired damsel struggled, the wolf approached her. 

“ Ỳ̫o̞̎u̯̐ ̬́d̺͒o̝͝ń̘'͖͂t̩̉ ͉̐l̫͝o̩̓o̪̾k̢̃ ͇͂s̪̈ö̗́ ̫̚g͚̽ö̠́o̰̐ď͔ ̞̐ṭ͆ó̩ḑ̕ȃ̘ý̗,͍̌ ͉̏p̨̽r͕̈́ḯ̺n̻̕ç̓e̪͒ș̈́s̼̃ “ he patted effortlessly by her side “ W͎̅ô̡u̮̿l͍͆d̻̕ ͉̀y̤͘o̗͛ü̳ ̟̕r̮̈́ë̝q͇̈u͙̐i̖̔r̩̀e̮̚ ̖̅ả͉ ̨̓m̢͌ö̪́m̑͜è̥n͓͑t̘͂'̮́s̢͐ ̛͜r̥̈́é͔s͇̿t͔̓?”

He shouldn’t be giving any special treatment, but given her bravery a few days ago he was willing to make one exception.

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“I’m fine,” Snow insisted quietly, ignoring the way her gut churned from the unsavory combination of fear, hunger and frustration. She wasn’t so afraid of the wolf, not after days of traveling and of prioritizing, but she was always wary that his intentions may not be so clear cut.

It was hard enough, too, to deal with such doting along with everything else. 

“Just because I am–”

“–was royalty doesn’t render me a stranger to walking.”

[nxveous-blog]

For a menagerie of reasons, it was considerably difficult for Snow to find someone she could relate to.

Even in her secluded palace she’d heard of the all-powerful North Wind. For the strength of her magic, the nature of his abilities all but dwarfed hers – only recently was she able to expand her influence to include her entire kingdom, a small bubble of her own wild storm – and she had come to respect, albeit grudgingly, the sheer power of Boreas Frostheart.

The flight to the old howler’s castle was a pleasant one, with plentiful snow flurries and breathtaking views to occupy her thoughts. She was concerned, to say the least, on many fronts; her own powers aside, she doubted he would so much as give her the time of day, especially when few people had ever encountered the old man on more than one occasion. Supposedly only his servants (not to mention his rumored bastard children) ever spoke to him regularly; perhaps she would catch him in a particularly charitable mood?

{ mr-northwind }

[nxveous-blog]

It was certain death, she was almost sure; she and Rose would be spending their last days together in utter filth, bound like criminals and likely toiling away until their demise.

Rose had given up struggling the day before. No longer did she tug on the chains that bound them all, nor did she hiss obscenities and curses at those who led them along; she acted like she normally did when she realized she'd already lost whatever fight or argument and had accepted that there was no use in making it worse for herself.

Snow, though? Every moment was spent ignoring the soreness of her joints and the aching in her legs and focusing on any ploy that could possibly get them out of this stupid predicament. Wherever she stumbled upon a dead end to one plan, she'd simply start over, all the while attempting to memorize the path they were taking so that maybe, maybe they could find their way to the portal.

She fought for her survival for all those years; the instinct to fight, to win, was engrained in her. Perhaps if she knew what fate had in store for her on that gloomy, sullen day...

{ bigbybxdwolf }

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{ I'm really in the mood for Homelands threads, so like this for a starter? }

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{ Really before I die I want an au where Snow is a fucking fierce queen in the Homelands. }

[vexulumloup-deactivated20170716]

"Do I smell breakfast or is that the house burning down?"

Bigby gave his surroundings a swift glance, just to make sure nothing was set ablaze. No smoke was picked up by his nostrils, that was if he didn’t count the charred pan in the kitchen. Then he realized she was toying with him. “That’s a lil on the harsh side. My food not good enough for you?” He smirked just a little as he placed the plate of his typical ham and eggs on the small dining table situated in apartment. “Is there any real reason why you’ve made a visit? Or are you here just to judge my culinary skills?”

[vexulumloup-deactivated20170716]

Once again; Snow was correct, though he still couldn’t help but feel he had a high level of involvement behind the negligence.  No one was meant to die under his authority, he was a sheriff who was instructed to make sure everyone was safe. He had been so careless.  Bigby knew exactly what Snow was thinking, there was one other that was to blame for this mess. That sick freak; Crane. That man repulsed him to the core, from his lack of respect of lower fables, to his stalker behaviour around his boss. All those rape fantasies the man held was enough to make the sheriff want to tear him into thousands of pieces. Not also forgetting the embezzlement. When they were exiled from the homelands, none of them had expected it to be this damn hard. They were all trying to survive in an alien world, not so much now due to the extended time they had lived here. There was always the danger of exposure, no fable could truly relax.  It wasn’t fair to send those who couldn’t be human to the farm, it was for their safety. This was all the adversary’s fault. “The moment we were exiled, luck has never been on our side. We just have to make the best of the situation we have.”

He placed a hand on Snow’s shoulder, aware that she was still visibly upset by the incident. “We can make it better, Crane is gone and you’re running this town. I trust you can do what’s right for us.”

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“But that’s what I’m worried about, Bigby.”

She’d always failed to recognize how idealistic, how immature a notion it was; the lines separating what they wanted to do for people and what they could do for people had never been clear cut for Snow. She was so against the notion that they couldn’t give Fabletown citizens everything they’d all deserved that she’d chosen to ignore it, but now she couldn’t run from it anymore; she was in charge now.

“What if I can’t? I’m going to listen to people, I’m going to try, but what if there’re problems we just can’t fix after all? Then what are we here for?”

[winsthewar-blog]

plots i’d kill for

s o u l m a t e s

REINCARNATION 

bonnie and clyde au

natural born kilers au

‘you were overseas with my brother/sister/boyfriend and i lowkey resent you because you came back and they didn’t’ au

‘you’re a vampire and i look exactly like the lover you sired centuries ago but had to kill why the fuck are you staring at me like that should i be scared i’m scared ’ au

‘i came to your house party but it was lame and you were super rude to little drunk me so i stole your cat/dog cOME GET IT NOW PLS’ au

[nxtsxlittlewxlf-deactivated2016]

“Ok, I understand.”

Winter knew what this meant. Her mother leaving home. She didn’t need her spies to work it out, it was inevitable. Since her fathers resurrection this was inevitable.

“I’ll help Therese the best I can Mummy.”

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“Good. Good...”

What else could she say? There was a good chance she might not even come back alive from this, killed by her own husband, gutted in the street or head ripped off like the other poor souls he’d murdered since his return...

“I love you, okay? And daddy does too, even if he’s out of it right now.” God, the words were enough to choke her. “I’ll– I’ll talk to you all soon.”

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"I may have broken the dish washer." (Bigby doing what he does best; breaking machinery.)

Domestic Starters 2.0Accepting

“What? Bigby!”

Well, at least it probably meant he was trying to help around the house, but–

“You know we don’t have money to just throw around,” Snow said, with a grumble that dissolved into a defeated sigh. She didn’t think dishwashers could even… break like that. “How on earth did you even manage that?”

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“No, but stubbornness definitely doesn’t help it.” With a sigh she stood, giving the machine one last disdainful look – there it was, little over a month’s paycheck – before rolling the buttons into her blazer pocket.

“Well, we don’t have the time to worry about it now,” Snow concluded hurriedly, “because we’re behind enough as it is. I should be getting back to work. We’ll have appointments coming in soon…”

[vexulumloup-deactivated20170716]

“Right,” he nodded a subsequent time to prove he was still listening. Stubbornness was one of his major flaws, it made things a lot more challenging for him to complete. Pride meant a lot to him, all of his time back in the woodlands involved him announcing to everything he encountered that he was the biggest and most powerful creature of all. No one could make him do anything, that old mentality was hard to shake.  For Snow, he’d sacrifice that. He had already given up so many things for her.

Snow’s voice was rushed, making it clear to Bigby that she had no time to discuss about his previous destructive behaviour. Work had to be finished. “Yeah, you should get back to the office, I wouldn’t want you facing more frustrated clients over your tardiness. ”

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Snow dragged her fingernails through her hair, unwashed for days and grimy, her eyes skipping from the toes of her worn shoes to her supplies scattered around her, her cane lying a little over arm’s length away. She’d become dizzy and lost her balance, not an unusual problem for her these days, and her legs, still recuperating from nerve issues, had started giving her problems again.

As much as she hated to admit it, she was well and truly stuck; she hadn’t counted on having more issues while she was out, and certainly hadn’t fathomed she would possibly end up leaving the Farm without her stupid goddamn pills—

Wait. Footfalls. She froze and straightened herself, straining to listen. They were even and quick, probably not undead but it didn’t mean she was any safer. The burnt-out shell of a nearby car became her support as she tried to pull herself to her feet, grumbling curses in her exasperation.

{ loudmouthedfloridian }

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“I’m sorry that it had to come to this.”

Snow didn’t know any other way to deal with this—Bigby had left her with no other choice but to confront him. She’d do what she had to, whether it meant restraining him or even killing him, to protect her children, no matter how much it pained her.

“But I had to go to the city. I left Therese in charge, but it’ll take all of you to keep each other out of trouble, Winter.”

{ nxtsxlittlewxlf }