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unvorpal · 2 years

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the red queen.

the red queen, the crimson queen, the queen of hearts. there are many titles for such a fearsome woman.

she comes from a large family that has been massacred by yours truly. all except one; lily. the white queen. ruby had thought she killed her in the massacre. she was a tiny and young thing and their family was too large. the scene was redder than red. body parts and organs everywhere.

the family was horrid and abusive. father beat them, mother used them to advance further and sold her children for sexual favors. it didn’t matter who or how old the girls were; she wanted money. so it didn’t take long for ruby’s rage to massacre them all.

ruby demanded to not live like this anymore. demanded not needing to sell herself, to go hungry, none of it. murdering her family had awoken strong magic in her. so where ever she went next... red followed.

fear and blood is how the kingdom came to be. she was the strongest, and eventually the richest. the card suits came to have a home and she had fallen a clover... a deadly mistake when even he attempted to betray her. all because she wouldn’t give him any authority over her. she ate his heart. this is how she became the queen of hearts. she made sure to have an audience for this.

this lead up to the curse of the card suits. they became living breathing cards. imagine your organs being crushed into a card suit, and your entire existence trapped. these fools are stuck being pieces in a never ending curse for attempting to harm their queen. it is very much deserved, and they cannot die, no matter how many times you harm them. they are stuck in agonizing card suits. with very little promise of being freed. these suits are forever painting the roses red (and not to be confused with the queens soldiers, they do not earn that privilege they are slaves.)

ruby red-hearts is the sole queen of the monarchy of hearts. it’s a large kingdom with sections of card suits. after a few decades; she meets a diamond by the name of enoch | @mirrortold; he slowly wins her over and becomes the king. the king is completely secondary in power, he calms her down most days but ruby always has the final say.

despite her rage she is a good mother to eleven children. yet these children take after her murderous tendencies and follow her example. the kind is red for a reason.

lily and ruby have constant tension and have tried to kill one another multiple times. this had lead up to several wars.

with the jabberwocky as her “pet” this means ruby has a cruel advantage over others and she does abuse that privilege when necessary. the same goes with the bandersnatch. she is not above letting people become their playthings instead of a simple beheading.

hearts are a delicacy to her and many of those considered hearts and diamond suits. it’s common for people to add it to their meals of any creature, but primarily they prefer humans. and sometimes... it’s an honor to be chosen for the queen.

#♚ ― lore .#♚ ― out of character .#abuse /

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step-up-to-the-rogue-gallery · 5 years

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The impromptu sleepover had gone over well enough, Jervis supposed. It was certainly strange sharing their space with three other people, as Harley had put on ‘A Muppet Christmas Carol’ for them to enjoy. Complaints about how Christmas was already taking over Crane’s beloved holiday, so it didn’t need to be flaunted in his lair earlier than it was wlecomed had been uttered with the utmost contempt... Yet, naturally, it had been ignored as Harley had won out in the end.

Night passed onto morning, and as much fun as the evening had been... The Mad Hatter found himself relaxing as it was just him and his Hare-- the intimacy of two being much preferred than the party of many. With a new day began talks of Jonathan’s Halloween caper: and just what the man would need from him in his arrangements. Jervis found himself very pleased when Crane had lit up at his suggestion of creating a few cards to use on trick-or-treaters, young and old, as protective covering to distract the Bandersnatch away from destroying the pumpkin armada that Dr. Isley had promised him.

Of course, with plans came the need to find material... But with a month left to procure all the things, the Hatter had no doubt that such a feat could be done. While not one to haunt about the city, even Jervis had to admit his own growing excitement at getting to be part of the Scarecrow’s production. Gotham wouldn’t know what hit them!

It was, a few evenings later, after a long day of running about looking for scrap material, that Jervis had laid down into his hay bedding to get the much needed sleep he deserved. He snuggled as comfortably as he could, his partner in crime not yet having deciding to retire with him. Which was fine, the March Hare was a shy creature and Hatter wouldn’t judge the man for it. Talking until they fell asleep was not the way the Master of Fear functioned.

Still, Jervis yawned, closing he eyes as he felt the world melt around him...

And for the first night in a long while, since his horrid stay in the asylum, that Jervis had a dream.

Wonderland was always more vibrant than the waking world, and it was with a heavy sigh of relief that the Hatter found himself laying amongst the flowers. His beam only grew as he could hear the soft whispers around him, no doubt the flora being upset by their visitor. WELL, if they didn’t wish him to be there, then the Hatter would swiftly remove himself from their presence.

Hatter sat up, and looked around himself. Mmm, yes, he knew where he was instantly. A double chimney house, with hay to cover its roof-- why, this was March’s place naturally. Picking up his hat, the man dusted himself off as he trekked the remaining way towards the entrance of the home. Hatter didn’t feel the need to knock to allow himself entrance, why would he when they tea party had been stuck at 6 o’clock? He never left, he always remained, thus the lovely little cottage was just as much his by this point. And it was with a jovial little hum, to the tune of ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Bat’, that he opened wide the door.

Wonderland faded into the background, and with it the Hatter persona as Jervis was walking into his quaint little suburban home. His arms were full of the groceries he had finished picking up for the meal he would prepare for his family, as he struggled to carry both bags with one arm.

“Honey, I’m home!” Jervis cried cheerfully, carefully shutting the door behind him as he made quick work of heading towards the kitchen.

Light blue walls greeting him as he carefully sat the bags onto the counter. It was then that he looked at the pastel pink clock hanging over by the doorway-- its cat eyes and tail swaying back and forth with every tick. Ah, six o’clock. Two hours until it would be time to serve dinner, then. Jervis wasn’t worried. And it was with a sense of calm that the man started emptying the contents of the bags onto the counter.

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