𝙏𝘼𝙂 𝘿𝙍𝙊𝙋.

[she was funny for that]

Most of what she knew, she'd learned from the wild. Nature had nurtured, tutored, and protected her when no one else would.

Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing (pg. 363)

RILEY KEOUGH as DAISY JONES DAISY JONES & THE SIX (2023) Track 3: Someone Saved My Life Tonight

there  is  something  feral  going  through  rowena's  head  as  they're  being  questioned  about  a  death  that  her  claws  were  nowhere  near  ━━  and  she  finds  herself  thinking  that  perhaps  they  should  talk  to  the  huntsman  about  it,  his  hands  already  covered  in  dried  blood.  red  ribbon  holds  the  long  and  messy  braid  together,  hair  swinging  all  the  way  down  to  the  end  of  red's  back  as  she  walks.  eyebrows  furrowed,  part  of  the  little  red  thinks  they  somehow  messed  up  ━━  thinking  things  through  is  not  their  forte.  each  step  down  the  stairs  feels  like  the  walk  through  the  hall  of  a  prison  wing  and  rowena  doesn't  know  if  she's  walking  away  or  right  into  a  cell  of  someone  else's  making.

red  tilts  their  head,  both  arms  now  crossed  over  her  chest.  "and  what  makes  you  think  i  would  confess  anything  to  you?"  there  is  only  one  soul  that  she  might  bare  her  own  to  and  he's  unrecognizable  these  days.  "are  you  just  waiting  here  for  people  to  talk  to  you  about  what  they  told  the  magic  mirror?  boredom  really  does  take  a  toll  on  some  people."

open to. anyone — come one, come all ! setting & notes. remembrance day event part two, looming about around the main enclave. feel free to assume connections if not plotted yet, or this can be their first interaction if you'd like.

      a slimy thing, waffling about and bouncing from one corridor to another, eyes on the action as always. if there was one thing fionn couldn't miss, it was a show — comedies or tragedies, both equally as entertaining to a lone sprite, itching to get a firsthand view at the next sensation that sweeps their quaint little town. it's about time, he'd assert, after days of droning boredom, the cabin fever was bound to settle in eventually - fionn just didn't expect it to be so soon. " what a shame, " a tone decorated with dramatization, cutting through the undercurrent of empathy that was, albeit, genuine, but it was hard to tell with him.

      " now, what say you when the magic mirror reveals your deepest secret to the entire town, hm ? " he was merely playing, but surely this was neither the time nor place, with tensions inevitably rising and, eventually, anxieties too. " the time to confess your wrongdoings is nigh. i pinky promise i won't tell another soul, unlike that dreaded mirror. "

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𝑴𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑳𝒀𝑵 𝑪𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑬 . Outer Banks ( 2020 – 2025 ) .

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⸻ king roberon cole welcomes rowena "red" woods to fabletown—or, as they were once known, little red riding hood from little red riding hood / grimm's tales. before the magic mirror, they come glamoured in the mirage of a lucky red ribbon tangled in her fingers, her eyes tracing the city skyline as she hums a quiet hum of something forgotten and lingering in the dark / a laughter that echoes like a warning ⸻ sweet, melodic, yet laced with something dangerous, sound that invites but doesn’t promise safety / cigarette burns down between fingers, smoke curling like a spell in the air. blue eyes stare at the world but the mind is somewhere else, lost in thoughts too heavy for daylight / hair is a storm, unruly and wild ⸻ waves of deep brown that tumble and twist as if they were spun from the earth itself and yet wraps around like an embrace. the tale from which they hail exalted their resilience and wit, but decried their stubborness and calousness in equal measure. no matter; this time, they shall write their own. in accordance with the fabletown compact, they are granted amnesty for any and all transgressions, even that which is little known: unbeknownst to red, her grandmother's warning to always wear red was a shield against a curse cast on her by a magical being in the forest. as long as she wears the red, her heart remains whole, and her soul anchored, and without it, she would slowly fade away.

DOSSIER & WANTED DYNAMICS

characters going “we were lovers once”: eh, it’s okay i guess. it’s nice enough

characters going “we were friends once”: absolutely devastating. one hit knockout i’m gone