LOST.

blood on the walls, in the halls , scratch her skin , blood red grin

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Once upon a time,  there lived in a certain village a little country girl, the prettiest creature who was ever seen. Her mother was excessively fond of her; and her grandmother doted on her still more. This good woman had a little red riding hood made for her. It suited the girl so extremely well that everybody called her Little Red Riding Hood.

Indie, private, & selective Little Red Riding Hood written by Katherine.

Based on a heavily modified canon of DC’s Fables series & Telltale’s The Wolf Among us series with original fairytale influences. Affiliated with #threedrops Snow White. 

RULES || ABOUT || VERSES

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@riddlethat

The abandoned place didn’t really matter to her, when one spot dried up of prey she simply moved to the next. A rinse and repeat cycle that was catching more and more headlines as the Werewolf of Gotham was starting to become mainstream – that was something she was completely unaware of. Not one to gawk at the fancy magic mirrors when the mundane droned on about all the horrible things in their world, didn’t they know they could watch baseball instead? Looking for a new spot across the city seemed the most logical, but it would take forever on foot; so best to travel on paws. 

The legwork was swift and soon enough the beast had found a place that seemed decent enough to shelter herself from what felt like never-ending rain in this city. However, as she backed up she heard the floor give out a warning creak. What was this place? That thought didn’t last long as she heard a mechanism give way and she fell with a hard THUD to the bottom floor. Scarlet eyes cracked open with a growl, but when she looked around she saw nobody. Raising to her feet she began to look around, sniffing at everything and tilting her head at the various writing on the walls. This space was clearly occupied that much was obvious by the smell, which mean this little detour was over.  She wasn't looking for a fight.

Turning her attention back to the skylight in which she fell she immediately saw a problem here, how was she supposed to get back up? She had broken everything on her way down and honestly more, her body was basically an unbreakable force of destruction. There was no way of knowing how much damage she had actually caused, but she also wasn’t really worried about that. Standing on her hind legs she tried to scramble out only to fall back down with another loud and destructive THUD. 

With no way backward she decided to move forward, walking deeper into the area. “Hello?”, her soft feminine voice called out echoing in the vacant space. It was a last resort of sorts, she kept catching the smell of something organic but for all, she knew that might just be the vermin who call this place home.

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∗ 19﹕ sender  sits  in  receiver’s  lap . + reverse

nonverbal memes || accepting

It was a rare silence in the white manor as all six children were gone for the day, each having their own activities, sports, or sleepovers to occupy them. This hardly ever happened as each pup was developing their own interests and tastes, which meant the schedule was getting harder and harder to manage. Strange to consider that Snow was going to do this alone. Red couldn't even imagine how hard that would have been, had they not met at such a tender time in both of their lives -- that felt like ancient history now.

With an audible sigh of relaxation, the wolf watched as her wife collapsed onto the waiting sofa. Kicking off her worn-out heels and allowing herself to really sprawl out, it wasn't often that she got to see Snow like this. Fully letting herself take in the moment, not caring how 'undignified' it maybe made her look. It was a nice change of pace, sometimes Red worried if she was perhaps a little too lax for formal royalty but in moments like this she saw a woman, not an untouchable queen.

“You sound positively pleased to have a day to ourselves.”, her voice was more of a giggle as she sat on the floor in front of the exhausted Mother. Their faces only inches away now, “I can think of a few things I want to occupy myself with.” 

Those big blue doe eyes could kill someone with how sweet they looked fluttering innocently, ruby-stained lips cracking to speak after inhaling a small breath, “Enlighten me, I was considering cleaning since this place looks like a pig pen rather than a wolf den.” 

Oh how she tended to sour the mood, a snort escaped the smaller woman as she narrowed her gaze, “Surely such a concept was in jest? You can’t possibly be thinking of cleaning when we have got the whole house to ourselves for hours! When was the last time this happened? Young Honey Bear’s Namesday? That’s coming around the corner again now that I think about it.” Oh how upsetting, it was a cruel joke if it was one. 

“Ah, It wasn’t my attempt at humor, Red. You know how the pups are about vacuuming, mopping, dusting, and honestly most household cleaning instruments. They always attack it and I have to scold them. It’s a whole mess we could avoid? I assume you wanted to play dungeons and dragons or try to get me to watch that space fantasy Stellar Fights.” 

“Can we back up just a skosh? It’s called Star Wars. Also, have you any idea how hard it would be for me to balance ANOTHER campaign? No thank you, I’m quite content with the ones I have. Besides you no interest in fantasy games, unless you’re changing your mi- No no you’re missing the point darling. I’m not interested in tabletop games unless you’ve become more daring all of a sudden.” 

That’s when it hit the woman before her, she immediately sat up and straightened her back in a proper way. Her face was adorned with a more drastic blush than what normally sat upon her naturally rosy cheeks. She looks positively adorable. – Sweet enough to eat. 

“Oh dear, have I been too forward again? Forgive me, the beast inside and all that.”, Red spoke twirling her hand around with a breathy chuckle. They both knew that was bullshit, this behavior had NOTHING to do with the wolf. She had long been known as a flirtatious woman, some in the homelands going as far as calling her much worse descriptors. Even her reputation in Fabletown had quickly gotten out of hand, not that she cared. She never had. 

Snow took a deep breath before regaining her composure, “I’m not such a shrinking violet, you and I both know that I can be a bit refined but never prudish.” 

“A touch prudish.” 

“Red!” 

“I forget myself, you simply must forgive me.”, with a more playful tone in her voice she reached out to take her lover’s hand and press it to her lips. Pulling away she added, “I’ll take any punishment you see fit.” 

The fairest seemed to bristle at each word, more games and playful jabs that drove her further to the breaking point. The tension in the room was starting to rise and she felt her hand get squeezed rather tightly. Baby blues looking a bit sterner now as the wolf was starting to take the hint. Enough games and chatter, make a move or move on. 

Fair enough. With a swift motion she effortlessly pulled herself up into her wife’s lap; straddling her boldly. The time for teasing and embarrassment seemed to be over and yet she still felt well-manicured fingernails pulling at her short shorts. That was a bit too eager for the woman underneath her and just as expected she was adjusting them from riding up – not removing them. A genuine laugh filled the room as Red couldn’t hold it, she was so stiff and awkward it was more than amusing. The pout that followed was justified but was quickly erased with a gentle meaningful kiss. 

In clawed hands she held the love of her life’s delicate head, tipping it up to deepen their kiss. What a silly maiden, and yet she couldn’t imagine anyone more worthy of love despite how many times she had shoved it away. Many people thought Snow was cold and cruel but she was the opposite -- she was so warm and full of love that she was willing to make sacrifices others wouldn’t. She was a hero first and foremost, one that still cared about silly nonsense like peace and justice. No matter how many times the world broke around her, she still found a way to keep going for the greater good. Knowing if she ever stopped their entire species was most likely doomed. 

A woman like that deserved everything, but all the former peasant girl could offer was this – and maybe that was good enough.

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𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 .    (  a  collection  of  100  nonverbal  action  prompts .   mature  and  potentially  triggering  themes  are  present .   add  “ + reverse ”  to  swap  assigned  roles . )

∗ o1﹕ sender  tucks  hair  out  of  receiver’s  face . ∗ o2﹕ sender  offers  receiver  a  bite  from  their  fork . ∗ o3﹕ sender  places  their  feet / legs  in  receiver's  lap . ∗ o4﹕ sender  offers  receiver  an  earbud  to  share  their  music . ∗ o5﹕ sender  comforts  receiver  in  the  aftermath  of  a  nightmare . ∗ o6﹕ sender  gives  receiver  company  in  the  hospital . ∗ o7﹕ sender  wraps  their  arms  around  a  hysterical  receiver  to  calm  them . ∗ o8﹕ sender  shows  up  at  receiver’s  home  late  at  night . ∗ o9﹕ sender  falls  asleep  leaning  against  receiver . ∗ 1o﹕ sender  wields  a  [ gun / knife ]  at  receiver . ∗ 11﹕ sender  runs  their  fingers  through  receiver’s  hair . ∗ 12﹕ sender  invites  receiver  to  dance . ∗ 13﹕ sender  takes  a  [ picture / video ]  of  receiver . ∗ 14﹕ sender  places  their  head  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 15﹕ sender  and  receiver  make  eye  contact  across  a  busy  room . ∗ 16﹕ sender  pushes  receiver  against  a  wall  to  kiss  them . ∗ 17﹕ sender  and  receiver  cook  together . ∗ 18﹕ sender  comes  to  receiver  after  being  injured . ∗ 19﹕ sender  sits  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 2o﹕ sender  lifts  receiver's  chin ,  invoking  eye  contact . ∗ 21﹕ sender  overtakes  receiver  in  combat . ∗ 22﹕ sender  finds  receiver  [ injured / bloodied ] . ∗ 23﹕ sender  straightens  an  article  of  receiver’s  clothes . ∗ 24﹕ sender  crawls  into  bed  with  receiver . ∗ 25﹕ sender  rolls  their  eyes  at  receiver . ∗ 26﹕ sender  lights  receiver’s  [ cigarette / joint ] . ∗ 27﹕ sender  is  caught  wearing  receiver's  clothes . ∗ 28﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  with  a  pillow . ∗ 29﹕ sender  writes  a  note  on  receiver’s  skin :  [ note ] . ∗ 3o﹕ sender  wraps  a  blanket  around  receiver’s  shoulders . ∗ 31﹕ sender  runs  and  jumps  into  receiver’s  arms . ∗ 32﹕ sender  shoves  receiver  out  of  anger . ∗ 33﹕ sender  hovers  over  receiver’s  shoulder  as  they  complete  a  task . ∗ 34﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  somewhere  they  shouldn’t  be . ∗ 35﹕ sender  curls  up  against  receiver  in  their  sleep . ∗ 36﹕ sender  is  found  drunk  by  receiver . ∗ 37﹕ sender  throws  an  item  of  sentiment  bitterly  at  receiver . ∗ 38﹕ sender  joins  receiver  in  the  shower . ∗ 39﹕ sender  is  caught  following  receiver . ∗ 4o﹕ sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  [ scars / bruises ] . ∗ 41﹕ sender  twines  their  fingers  with  receiver’s . ∗ 42﹕ sender  barges  into  receiver’s  home  unannounced . ∗ 43﹕ sender  kicks  receiver’s  shin  beneath  a  table . ∗ 44﹕ sender  aggressively  shoves  past  receiver . ∗ 45﹕ sender  kisses  receiver’s  [ forehead / cheek ] . ∗ 46﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  out  of  harm’s  way . ∗ 47﹕ sender  is  found  sobbing  by  receiver . ∗ 48﹕ sender  locks  receiver  out  of  their  room . ∗ 49﹕ sender  brings  receiver  [ coffee / tea ]  in  the  morning . ∗ 5o﹕ sender  rests  their  forehead  against  receiver’s . ∗ 51﹕ sender  plays  a  song  for  receiver  that  reminds  them  of  them :  [ song ] . ∗ 52﹕ sender  takes  a  [ punch / stab / bullet ]  meant  for  receiver . ∗ 53﹕ sender  buys  receiver  a  drink  at  a  bar . ∗ 54﹕ sender  needs  receiver’s  help  getting  in  the  bath . ∗ 55﹕ sender  and  receiver  cross  paths  in  the  kitchen  late  at  night . ∗ 56﹕ sender  twists  receiver’s  arm  behind  their  back . ∗ 57﹕ sender  winks  at  receiver . ∗ 58﹕ sender  is  found  collapsed  by  receiver . ∗ 59﹕ sender  prevents  an  injured  receiver  from  getting  up . ∗ 6o﹕ sender  claps  a  hand  over  receiver’s  mouth  to  silence  them . ∗ 61﹕ sender  cages  receiver  against  a  [ wall / the floor ]  with  their  arms . ∗ 62﹕ sender  storms  away  from  receiver  during  an  argument . ∗ 63﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  sleeping  in  receiver’s  bed . ∗ 64﹕ sender  [ applies / touches up ]  receiver’s  makeup . ∗ 65﹕ sender  throws  receiver  into  a  wall  during  combat . ∗ 66﹕ sender  dances  sensually  with  receiver . ∗ 67﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  across  the  face . ∗ 68﹕ sender  places  their  hand  on  receiver’s  leg  while  driving . ∗ 69﹕ sender  pulls  a  chair  out  from  under  receiver . ∗ 7o﹕ sender  catches  receiver’s  wrist  when  they  turn  to  leave . ∗ 71﹕ sender  leaves  an  intimate  mark  on  receiver . ∗ 72﹕ sender  beats  receiver  in  a  video  game . ∗ 73﹕ sender  and  receiver  stand  in  stunned  silence  after  a  fight . ∗ 74﹕ sender  cares  for  receiver  while  they’re  sick . ∗ 75﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  on  a  hike . ∗ 76﹕ sender  is  caught  snooping  in  receiver’s  things . ∗ 77﹕ sender  and  receiver  cuddle  while  watching  television . ∗ 78﹕ sender  throws  something  aggressively  at  receiver . ∗ 79﹕ sender  creeps  up  behind  receiver  to  scare  them . ∗ 8o﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  shopping  together . ∗ 81﹕ sender  helps  receiver  [ dye / style ]  their  hair . ∗ 82﹕ sender  draws  receiver  into  a  kiss  by  the  back  of  their  neck . ∗ 83﹕ sender  is  discovered  having  a  panic  attack  by  receiver . ∗ 84﹕ sender  accidentally  injures  receiver  during  sparring . ∗ 85﹕ sender  grabs  receiver  roughly  by  the  hair . ∗ 86﹕ sender  brings  receiver  to  their  knees  during  combat . ∗ 87﹕ sender  shows  receiver  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ∗ 88﹕ sender  winks  [ seductively / mockingly ]  at  receiver . ∗ 89﹕ sender  yells  at  receiver  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air . ∗ 9o﹕ sender  helps  receiver  patch  up  a  wound . ∗ 91﹕ sender  holds  receiver  as  they  cry . ∗ 92﹕ sender  silently  and  angrily  points  receiver  towards  the  door . ∗ 93﹕ sender  gestures  for  receiver  to  sit  down . ∗ 94﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  into  their  lap . ∗ 95﹕ sender  cradles  receiver’s  face . ∗ 96﹕ sender  tackles  receiver  out  of  the  way  of  danger . ∗ 97﹕ sender  has  hidden  an  injury  from  receiver ,  and  receiver  finds  out . ∗ 98﹕ sender  confronts  receiver  about  their  unhealthy  behavior . ∗ 99﹕ sender  proposes  to  receiver . ∗ 1oo﹕ sender  has  just  died ,  receiver  finds  out .

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&& Plotting Call * We can discuss a plot or pre-establish a relationship *I'm interested in most dynamics and genres so if you have something specific in mind LMK. If not I'll try to throw off some base concepts and we can go from there

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The backstreets of Gotham proved to be less than ideal, she thought living in isolation in the middle of the woods for 100s of years was the ultimate punishment – but this was a whole different beast. Between the dangerous people, the criminal underworld, and stray aggressive animals it hardly felt safe to leave the abandoned building she was calling home. For a while, she didn’t, perfectly content with sitting in the rubble of a decaying restaurant for all eternity. The wolf had other plans though as people began disappearing one by one. Unbeknown to her, the whispers of a monster killing people in this area had already started circulating, it wasn’t headlining news but that was only a matter of time. She hadn’t killed the wrong person, YET. Mostly just low-ranking goons and the occasional thief cutting through the ally – nobody seemed to care about them. 

However, the rumors had made this area desolate. Nobody wanted to be in a hotspot for murder, so she resorted to trash to keep the beast at bay. Undignified as it was, she decided it was better than losing control. – she wasn’t the ONLY one who picked at garbage though. Stray animals were competition, cats were simple enough to shoo. Vermin scurried away whenever a loud noise was made, but dogs could be intimidating. Specifically, a large dog that scared her deeply, he was just a housepet husky but to her, she kept seeing a wolf. Perhaps it was the fact she mostly saw the canine in the dark or perhaps it was her own way of trying to make sense of this unfamiliar world. On this particular night the dog had appeared again, but this time more aggressive than ever. Growling, snarling, and snapping – it was too much. 

In a panic she ran, the sound of her heart filling her head and her breath grew heavy. She hadn’t even noticed the shift, it snuck up on her and engulfed her. The sound of footsteps was quickly replaced by thuds, a powerful creature cracking concrete and asphalt as she ran hard against the ground. Normally she stayed where she couldn’t be seen but in her fear-driven haze she slide right into a more populated area – the screams were like a symphony. Absolute chaos broke out as people began to panic, and scatter all around her. That was bad enough but much to her surprise that husky was still hot on her heels. 

She couldn’t take it anymore, so she chose the nearest woman who happened to be @crimeloyalty and hid behind her. It didn’t matter that she was way smaller, it didn’t matter that she was just a human, and it didn’t matter that there was no way in hell she was doing any sort of decent job shielding a GIANT wolf from anything; let alone a pompous pet who broke off their leash. The whole concept was absurd and yet here she was acting like she needed rescuing. A low whine ripped from her throat as her ears pressed back, a primal BEG for the woman before her to do something. 

The streets were starting to vacate as everyone else was still busy fleeing the area, and the husky didn’t seem interested in fighting a person. Only another animal on his territory, and so with a huff he turned and left to go back to his home not wanting any more trouble. In a much too enthusiastic soft feminine voice, the massive mutt spoke. 

“You saved my life, that was simply marvelous! He turned tail and ran at even the sight of you, you must be very powerful.”

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&& STARTER CALL || > GOTHAM DC VERSE * 3-5ish paragraphs is my goal but might get longer if I need to set a scene * IMs are open for plotting if you're interested in something specific

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&& HEADCANON;; Concept Art 01

Red's wolf design. Subject to change for sure since this was my first time actually sketching it out. I know I want her to have shades of brown, curly fur, and big teeth. More expressive than most creatures due to the fact she's a fable. I'll do a better in-depth drawing of the wolf sometime with a more finalized concept-- also sorry about all the notes I'm not used to sharing like this early in my design/character studies.

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@threedrops ♡

The sound of a wooden bat cracking echoed through the farm, it was shortly accompanied by a symphony of howls, chirps, and the occasional I GOT IT! I GOT IT! – this was a normal weekend for the White family. Playing ‘catch’ or fetch rather into the setting sun, as the woman smacking those balls into oblivion never seemed to grow tired of the repetition. After hours of this intensive game, some of the young pups grew tired and split off to nap in the shade with their Mother or request refreshments in the form of juices and snacks. 

“Only you and I left my darling Blossom, ready to admit your defeat?”, she teased tossing the worn baseball in the air and catching it. The last of the pups huffed, clearly not ready to give in. Gentle green eyes drifted to catch sight of her wife sprawled out on a picnic blanket nearby, and in those few precious seconds, she allowed herself to stare — taking in this moment and trying to commit it to memory. Deciding she had made the young girl wait long enough she threw the ball up and swung, missing completely. Biscuits. That had been a lot cooler in her head, hopefully, Snow didn’t see that. 

Second time was the charm as the bat connected and sent the ball flying, the ginger-furred critter scrambled behind -- determined to catch it before it hit the ground. With a few moments to herself; she turned her attention to the woman of her affection.

“I think I’m getting better.”, totally ignoring how goofy she had looked all day and the fact Snow had seen every second of it. “Not that I’m fishing for flattery of course, but you know I do so ever value your opinion on such things.” A smile was directed at the other woman, fangs showing; she no longer hurried to cover her mouth to laugh or smile.

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Where the Water Tastes Like Wine is a Narrative-Adventure game about traveling, sharing stories, and surviving manifest destiny. Some quotes have been edited or paraphrased for RP purposes. Feel free to change it up to fit your muse.

“ didn’t wanna be out in this rain, did you? come in. ”

“ it must be lonely up here. ”

“ you must have some good stories from the road. ”

“ you’ve met them. you’ve seen them, too. you carry them with you. ”

“ you came far to get away from me. ”

“ you got a light, friend? ”

“ do you think that really happened? ”

“ please - i have to reach the sanctuary before they find me. ”

“ i am not a ghost. ”

“ i’m not charging. folks around here need what they can get. ”

“ where i’m going, you can’t come. ”

“ maybe you’re standing on the wrong side. ”

“ you want to see something interesting? ”

“ just be gone by morning, okay?

“ can you imagine? naming a thing that every generation will remember you for? ”

“ i’ve been cursed two times; once to live forever, but the second time to die. i’m dead for sure, and certainly alive. ”

“ well, take a hint from me, which is don’t fuck with a witch or any kind of anybody who does witch stuff. ”

“ good things sometimes wear foul guises. ”

“ that’s close enough. ”

“ how long have you been stepping on dead folks, fully unaware? ”

“ what are you, stranger? ”

“ it’s very special. a good luck charm. don’t be disturbed by how it looks. it’ll bring you luck. ”

“ consider your debt to me repaid. ”

“ i won’t bite. trust me. ”

“ it’s never going to get better, is it? ”

“ i know the look of you. know what you’re here for. ”

“ you see, this land is built on stories. it’s one big story, this country, woven of many small ones. few of the small ones are strictly true, and the big story is mostly a lie. ”

“ if you like, i’ll let you wager your word. i know you’ll be good for it. ”

“ just promise you’ll pay the debt, however i ask. ” 

“ isn’t even a dingy and battered truth better than a shining lie? ’ 

“ stories are heavy. ”

“ it might be true, but it will grow wild and unbelievable with the telling. ”

“ your deepest desires? your greatest wish? is it heaven? ”

“ i’m afraid you owe me. your life, sure - but more than that. ”

“ hearing stories is important work. ”

“ well, your luck wasn’t so good, was it? ”

“ all the stories and songs and myths and legends start somewhere…”

“ that was quite the hand, but not for the game we’re playing. ” 

“ funny how bad luck seems to follow the folks who already have problems aplenty.”

“ maybe we’ll meet again…or maybe not. ”

“ the most important stories are the true ones. the ones people will tell you about their own lives. those often get lost in the weaves of the big story. ”

“ try your luck out there. see how the dice treat you. ”

“ i hope, in the end, you at least found it fulfilling. ”

“ ask the people you meet. they’re all searching for the same thing. ”

“ everyone wants to be heard and so few are listening.”

“ you’ll be free of all my traps, soon. ”

“ maybe now you see some of the benefits of living with an oath to keep. ”

“ you were part of our strange little family for a little while. we’ll miss you. ”

“ everyone does, eventually, need to die. probably even me. and certainly even you. ”

“ here you go, off into a new adventure. ”

“ i hope the journey was valuable. and maybe the destination, as well. ”

“ you’ll have to work hard, but it’s not all bad. ”

“ hunger, weariness, and despair. they’re all part of stories - the part not often told. ”

“ as long as your task remains, you’ll come back. ”

“ everyone’s the captain of their destiny. ”

“ ain’t any bootstraps in the world that can save you now. ”

“ the choices you make, they change the kind of story you can tell. ”

“ well, you’ve got a long, long road ahead, don’t you? ”

“ dance around, get to know them. ”

“ the boss likes his tarot cards. ”

“ i got some experience when it comes to chasing folks. ”

“ you could find another friend like that if you went looking around. there’s more than one interesting person in this land, for sure. ”

“ that’s what humans say, anyway. ”

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&& Mini Headcanons ;; Favorite Mundane Things

Baseball is her favorite thing to come from the world of the mundane. Hands down, no question. Loves watching it -- loves playing it. Collects baseball cards, and would kiss you if you took her on a date to watch a baseball game.

Food. Specifically candy, but modern food, in general, is amazing to her. Will eat anything once.

Haircuts and modern dresses are much more comfortable. She normally wears -- you'll never guess. The color red.

DND, TV, Comic Books, and all nerdy culture things. After becoming best friends with Blue and Fly they blow her mind with sci-fi and tabletop fantasy games. It reminds her of home, in a sweet way.

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&& STARTER CALL || > GOTHAM DC VERSE * 3-5ish paragraphs is my goal but might get longer if I need to set a scene * IMs are open for plotting if you're interested in something specific

[threedrops]

THE QUEEN OF FABLES,  a dc universe headcanon.

the queen of fables is a supervillain in dc that is important to mention in this whole verse considering her connections to the… well, fables. here’s the gist of her character if you don’t know about her.

“ The Queen of Fables was originally a sorceress from another dimension until she was exiled to Earth. She reigned until princess Snow White defied her and she was trapped in the Book of Fables. Snow White used the book to turn fact into fiction and undo all the Queen’s terrible acts. “

this description is important for a few reasons. first, the queen of fables is said to be a sorceress from another dimension —  the evil queen in the story of snow white, to be specific. DC never goes into detail about where she comes from past this, just that this was all in another dimension leading up to being banished to earth through a book that snow white banished her into. since the fables comics are also property of dc, the connection between the evil queen in fables and the queen of fables here isn’t far fetched at all. she fits into this canon very neatly, so for this verse she is the real evil queen in snow’s story in fables. however, it’s important to note how the characters that she summons are related to the real deal. the answer? completely unrelated. it’s likely that the queen of fables acquired a storybook from the mundane world and enchanted it. they’re magical minions that are mere parodies of the real people from her world. they have no sentience of their own, they’re just meant to do her bidding. snow would flip her shit if she found out that her abusive, extremely powerful sorceress aunt that has wanted her dead for hundreds of years was alive, let alone let loose in the mundy world. thank the gods she’s stuck in a tax book, right?

ADDITIONALLY… 

this is a significantly goofier headcanon than the one before, but wonder woman straight up has a whole plot line with the queen of fables mistaking her for snow white. she has literally no connection to wonder woman, but it’s funny as hell to think of someone coming up to her and being like “dude, you look just like wonder woman.” the queen kinda has a point.

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WEREWOLF OF GOTHAM || DC UNIVERSE EXPANDED  *worldbuilding was done with @threedrops  

—---------------------------------------------------------------- > SYNOPSIS 

Instead of Boy Blue rescuing her from Empire and sending her to Fabletown the magic malfunctions and she wakes up in the streets of Gotham. Alone and without any other fables around she is at a loss of what to do, the city is overwhelming and the beast inside her is terrified. – if she could just remember what Blue had said? A city called Fabletown hidden somewhere in a magical kingdom called New York. Finding that will be easier said than done, as the mundane world, especially Gotham has its own set of trials, distractions, and hurdles to overcome. 

As time goes on, the idea of finding Fabletown becomes more and more distant. She has set up residency wherever she can find it. Most often abandoned buildings or warehouses, never being away from the Homelands; she hasn’t exactly learned any ‘street smarts’. This often leads to her hunger becoming deadly and people going missing. Her kill count is growing and people have started to whisper about a werewolf in the streets of Gotham. 

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*INTRODUCTION

Rain pounding on asphalt was the first sight and smell she had of the mundane world. The sun had appeared to have set long ago or perhaps it never rose here at all as the city seemed to be so alive in the darkness. Bright lights, flashing signs, vague chatter, and mechanical whirring fought with the sound of the downpour. It took a while for the rancid smell to bubble to the surface, it reeked of filth and something that had spoiled long ago; rotting away but still very much alive. Long gone was the fresh air of home, and instead each breath she took felt as if it burned her lungs. 

Was this place toxic? Pollution was a foreign concept to the woman, but as unpleasant as this experience was it wouldn’t kill her. The dull glow of a mysterious box caught her attention as she finally pulled herself from the hard soaked ground. A magic mirror incased on glass – clearly, it belonged to a powerful witch. However, that didn’t explain why it was on display for all to see. Maybe the people here were kind, maybe the people here actually did want to help their world. 

The sound of a gunshot cut through all the other noise, it was unlike anything she had ever heard. Car alarms screamed and it was if the whole world was screaming with it. Without wasting another moment the young woman darted into a nearby ally to try to calm her nerves. The rain continued to pour, soaking into her clothes now – they were sitting heavier by the second. Pulling her hood back in one confident motion she finally revealed her face, her brown hair messy and disheveled as tears began to fall. 

She wanted to go HOME. 

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Q&A

So the Queen of Fables?

THREEDROPS STOLE THIS HC OF MINE AND WROTE IT BETTER SO READ HERE. 

So the Mad Hatter? 

Clearly, Jervis isn't a fable, but Red would think he is. Red has a BLIND faith in people, where if they SEEM like a fable she will believe it without hesitation. Hell, I'm pretty sure if you just TOLD her you were one she would believe you. 

Weaknesses? 

As a giant basically unkillable monster that seems a little OP, and I agree. Red has a notable weakness which is silver, just like Bigby and common werewolves. One silver bullet to the heart probably won't kill her but it COULD -- it def significantly weakens her. Pure silver is obviously the best, but even traces of silver can cause her issues. Fire is NOT one of her weaknesses, this is where Bigby and her differ. Her red cloak is imbued with sunlight/fire magic so fire doesn’t really hurt her – however, she CAN drown. It won’t kill her for good but it will definitely kill her for a while, unlike Bigby she doesn’t have the North Wind shit, so she can’t hold her breath for a long time. Red’s biggest weakness though is her oblivious nature – the girl is a total airhead. Easily manipulated because of how trusting she is – if your character is cunning or considered to be above average intelligence they probably have little to worry about.  

Nobody is going to believe she’s a fairytale character? 

I am kind of betting on this, it makes sense everything considered. Your character is free to think she’s mentally unstable, she’d fit right in with the Gotham cast if this was all just an act. Even with her lycanthropy that doesn’t automatically make her a magical being from a storybook – having doubt that she’s a fictional character is probably normal. Feeding into her ‘delusions’ will probably make her more friendly towards you but if you question her too hard she may become defensive. It all depends on how your character would treat the situation – A delusional woman with lycanthropy is basically a Tuesday for this setting. 

So is she a villain? 

Not exactly, I think Red accidentally killed someone at first. After all Fables are MUCH stronger than the mundane. She would have had no idea she could so easily kill someone, she is horrified by it at first realizing how fragile this world is. However, the hunger and bloodlust of the wolf inside her demands to be fed and with no way of knowing how to get food people became an easy substitute. While Red as a woman may be willing to go hungry for years, the wolf will always find a way to eat – much to her horror. She’s not really a villainous character, but lack of knowledge drives her to make a lot of serious mistakes. She has no concept of currency, she is timid to go out on the streets because of how overwhelming it can be to her senses, people get lost in the back alleys and sometimes those people stay lost. 

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HEADCANONS

Red is amazed by mundane objects and often thinks they are magical ones; one example being she thinks TVs are magic mirrors. She is very intrigued by even small things that seem common to most. 

Food is god tier for her, even cheap food. In her world confections are reserved for the wealthy and powerful of which she was neither. She loves sweets and considers dishes with multiple elements very fancy. Candy is probably the quickest way to her heart. 

100% thinks cars are living creatures, thinks it’s gross people ride them by climbing inside them.  

The ambiance of the city is a lot for her canine senses, this can cause her to be more likely to ‘wolf’ out if she’s scared. 

Doesn't know her own strength, she's working on that.

Feels more comfortable around nature since that's where she grew up surrounded by nature. She likes the park and if she ever could figure out that the city doesn't go on forever she def would rather live in the woods.

[redveils]

WHAT DO YOU HAVE IN YOUR MOUTH.

Her fatal flaw is eating clothes. || @threedrops

There is a silence that fills the room as a head much larger than that of any dog known to man raises, stalled in pure silence. Those scarlet pools are wide and serious as they meet stern iced hues in a stalemate stare. This maternal stare was enough to break any of her seven children, but Red was not so easily persuaded. She has eaten too many things she had no business eating.

Too many toxic and horrible things that she deeply regretted later. This was going to be one of those times -- she felt it in her bones … or mouth rather. The tattered remains of what was once a perfectly good pair of pantyhose hang out of her mouth like forbidden spaghetti. There were too many holes in it to be salvaged now, it was a lost cause.

...And yet.

"WHAT DO YOU HAVE IN YOUR MOUTH."

Only the sound of a carnivore enjoying what appeared to be her last meal could be heard before a hasty swallow too hard and troubled. That didn't go down smoothly at all, but rather all at once in a wadded ball of synthetic fibers. The creature stood there before opening her mouth in a large V and hacking very loudly. Out came the choking hazard and down went the ears.

A sheepish smile appeared on the hound's face, it contorted in a way that only fables could. Expressive and uncanny.

[redveils]

&& HEADCANON;; Lupophobia

Red is deathly afraid of wolves due to her history with The Big Bad Wolf. This probably comes as no surprise that after the incident she becomes much timider and reserved, avoiding the dark parts of the forest and having panic attacks over the sound of howling. Even the full moon causes her to feel uneasy as she knows that's when the beasts of the forest come out to sing.

In the early days the sight of a wolf caused her to full on shut down and faint, even the smallers ones. Dogs could give her a fright if she heard them outside growling or playing. Her mind ran wild with her fears to the point even a shadow puppet of a wolf sent her to tears.

This fear extended well into the collapse of the Homelands and her time at the Empire, any creature that looked like a wolf was immediately met with her trembling and loss of voice. When she developed Lycanthropy she destroyed half a village in her own fear-filled fit. She despises the wolf part of her and becomes afraid of herself even forgetting she is a wolf in some instances just to cope with it.

She only is able to face herself after she starts comparing herself to a dog, she still doesn't like thinking of herself as the big bad wolf. Nothing is BIG or BAD about her in her eyes. Depending on the verse, her time with Snow helps a lot as she helps raise her half-wolf children. However, as the children grow bigger and more powerful those looming fears always seem to flare up.

This is a constant battle she is having -- it severely messes with her self-image and she still struggles with facing the fact she is a wolf to this day in most verses. Even getting offended if someone calls her a wolf as she much prefers a dog.

[redveils]

∗ 59﹕ sender  prevents  an  injured  receiver  from  getting  up .

∗ 59﹕ sender prevents an injured receiver from getting up .

Red Riding Hood was not a warrior. She was always taught to shy away from violence and shield her eyes from brutality. Her mother had instilled these values within her, and yet she had seen many horrors within her lifetime. Even before the fall of the homelands she saw her innocence and delicate life come to an end, she died that day with her Grandmother --just perhaps in a more metaphorical way than her story depicted. Life went on as life does, the worlds dulling did not bring out any strength within her. It planted a seed of hatred but it was buried so deep that she almost always forgot it was even there waiting to be watered with bloodshed. That strength did still not come when the fires came, when the kingdoms collapsed, and when Homelands fell to the Empire. Timid and meek she submitted when the pressure was on, and she assumed it would stay that way for eternity. A cycle she had no intentions of breaking -- her life was predictable. Isolation began to grow comfortable, she no longer cried for those she didn't even remember anymore.

Forgetting was easier, and so it became a habit.

Then something changed, one morning she woke up in the middle of a field. Her clothes were discarded and destroyed, the only survivor her magical red cloak which hung on a fence post nearby. Green eyes watched as the beloved fabric danced in the wind, eyes stinging from the rising sun as it punished her for a night of misdeeds. Her fingertips were bloody and her mouth tasted foul, at first she wondered if she had been drinking at the local tavern. Perhaps it had gotten out of hand, her head pounded as she moved to sit up. The red sticky clots stained as they dripped off her bare skin. That's when the taste really hit her, and she couldn't hold it together. The contents of her nightly adventure purged from her stomach -- all the color red. Tissues, bones, teeth, and nails were all exposed as the vile substance spread out and eagerly soaked into the ground. It was becoming obvious what had happened, and the shock of it all triggered a defense mechanism.

Forget.

The wolf inside her continued to be something she ignored, she pretended she didn't know of it. She deluded herself into believing she couldn't feel it inside herself, waiting for her to lose control. That seed of hatred had blossomed into a grove of anger and violence -- but Red was still not a fighter. She was dainty and reserved, polite and timid. That was the part of her she regonized, but her story was changing. Snow White was the one who brought out most of these changes, no longer able to stand by at the sight of someone she cared about being thrust into danger again and again. The beast was becoming less frightening and something more akin to a dog, when she looked at her reflection in the rivers and ponds she no longer saw the creature of her nightmares but rather something she could believe was herself. Shifting became more than a fear reaction, it became an extension of herself. It became a shield and when the woman she loved needed her; she took an enchanted sword right to the heart. For most, this would have been a final blow, but it just hurt more than words could explain.

The former Red was not a warrior simply because she believed that meant slaughtering for power, but there were many kinds of strength. The pups at her wife's side all stared at her with wide tearful eyes, whimpers echoing through the woods as she lay on her side. The pain was making her breathing shallow, but Snow and the children were alive. The fight wasn't over. Teeth far too large unveiled as a smile far too wide spread up the creature's face, with sword still in her chest she stood and turned to face the villain of this story. There were so many villains in Snow's story -- but this one's luck was running thin. She had escaped the jaws of justice too many times, but Red only had to catch her once to cleanly remove her head from her body. Decapitation was hard to come back from, even for popular fables -- "Come just a touch closer and finish me off, the only courage you know is liquid.", her taunt was whispered through snarled fangs. Her voice was soft and feminine, not befitting of the speaker when in this form.

Before she could lunge the adversary managed to knock the sword further in, causing Red to stagger and fall once more. Panic was starting to take over as she desperately looked back at the children and her wife. Even after all this time she still wasn't strong enough, where was her kill drive? Where was the monster? When she needed it most, she was struggling to stand. That's when she felt a gentle hand upon her head, pushing her down which was enough to keep her there. So defeated she looked up to see the woman she loved swollen with anger. A ferocity that was so unrivaled that it made even the most savage of beasts look tame in comparison -- her words forbid the wolf from rising and whispered an apology for ripping out the sword sticking from her beating heart. The pain was hot and blinding, for a moment perhaps she truly did die before crashing back to reality. Eyes blurry and salty, the fur on her cheeks became tearstained.

She still wasn't much of a warrior, but Snow was -- that killer instinct is just something some people are naturally born with. Maybe one day maybe she could learn to not hesitate on the killing blow.

The head of their foe tumbled to the ground and everything grew silent for a moment, victory in the calm before the fussing began.

"WHAT IN THE WORLD WERE YOU THINKING, RED RIDING HOOD."