❛❛ look at me. for once in your entire life. look at me, and see the fangs in my smile. because i was never soft, like you thought. all this time, i was a wolf and you tried to imagine me into a sheep.
of virgin-fucking-mary!
indie & selective
katherine krueger
from the ANOES franchise
canon divergent
headcanon based
written by lenny
guidelines
thank you for reading through this page, i really appreciate you took time out of your day to make mine easier, so i'll try to keep this brief and to the point.
i go by lenny! and you might have seen me playing some other characters around the indie community, because clearly i have very little self-control , but katherine is my main gal . i’m 18+ & latinx / brazilian . english is not my first language & on occasion there will be small typos, but it’s nothing horrific, i try to be as articulate as possible.
i have a multimuse account, an oc, and other characters, which means i have to split my activity between my muses fairly, and sometimes replies can take awhile. please be patient, try to understand people have muses for certain things sometimes, and nobody can force anyone to write anything they don't want to. except maybe annie wilkes but that's besides the point. taking awhile to reply does not mean i am ignoring you, and you are always welcome to remind me of a thread so long as you don’t start harassing me. i've had problems with this before in the past, so unless you wanna get blocked, don't do the thing ?? IM me instead , come chat ooc bruh , i’m hella chill !
i reserve the right to decline roleplay threads/following back certain people. it’s rarely ever personal , just a preference. sometimes mine, sometimes my muses. sometimes i just don't see our characters interacting, so don’t take offense to it ok? for that reason, and to keep me from diving into insanity look who you're writing lenny, this boat has sailed i only roleplay with mutuals . if we’re following each other, feel free to IM me, tag me in stuff, scream at me. go wild.
i myself have no triggers, but i make a point to tag everything that might trigger someone else. tumblr should be a place to enjoy yourself, not feel uncomfortable like when you're in a family dinner and they ask how your life's going. so, if something i’m posting is upsetting to you, please just message me & i’ll be sure to tag it.
i will however explore dark themes and triggering subjects, i won't restrain my creativity as this character is far from "normal" and allows me to do so. please note this is a canon divergent portrayal of katherine krueger ( maggie ) , influenced but not limited by the comics & the final nightmare movie . i take small fragments of the story, there’s a lot open about her personality / storyline that wasn’t explored & a lot of canon points were sloppy due to poor writing , so yeah . don’t claim any headcanons/metas i write as your own ok ? bye .
i use icons & small text, i’d appreciate if my partners did the same. it's just aesthetics sake, since i like my blog to look tidy then what's all this ooc shit lenny, you ask well... anyways, again , just a personal preference, i'll never bully you into anything because i am not a Dickhole, i promise. no promises for my muse tho.
i don’t have exclusives , but i do have mains & you can find a list of them right here!
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verses
main / default . timeline prior / after she adopted the identity of maggie burroughs . unless plotted otherwise , she will be somewhat aware of her real name / past . she’s a sleepwalker / astral projector . katherine can walk between worlds when she sleeps , how aware she is of that is plot - dependent . there’s still gaps in her memory , and she’s often plagued by nightmares of her childhood .
main / free verse . she’s searching for her roots , and has taken off , skips from city to city in search of meaning to her existence . she’s turned her back on everyone that knew her , crushed any chance for a normal life she had . she’s a lot more volite in this verse .
child verse . this verse takes place prior to her adoption , either still at elm street or at foster care . she should be around 7 - 13 . this verse is selective &request only .
dc / marvel . the only daughter / progeny of an infamous villain , she’s inherited her father’s astral powers but isn’t particularly as vicious as him , nor does she seem nearly as dangerous , nonetheless she’s a subject of study & was contained in a lab for safety reasons until she was old enough to be released into the custody of her foster family . she possesses the ability to travel across the multiverse , although there are limitations & she can’t interact with people , merely observe . she’s an open gate to other dimensions - but doors open both ways , and on occasion something follows her back .
adult / alternative verse . this takes place in an alternative universe where she grew up to become a psychiatrist / dream researcher , this is the only verse in which she’s around twenty - five / six years old , and answers to the alias of maggie . doctor burroughs has a habit of using experimental treatments with her patients , which many times ends up having dire consequences . this verse is selective &request only .
strangers things . experiment 013 , enhanced stregth / flexibility . subconscious manipulation . ranaway . experiment 13 was groomed to be perfection , physical & otherwise . her skills focus the manipulation of the subconscious , capable of exploring your psych for fears & phobias to cause hallucinations , and paralyze its prey . in rare cases subject is capable of keeping you trapped inside your own mind , while your physical bodies falls into a state of comatose.
education: high school . ( main) / degree inpsychiatry / graduated ( alt ! verse )
languages: english , spanish , portuguese .
abilities / skills:extreme flexibility , gymnastics , ballet , bow & arrow , excellent aim . traveler ( capable of exploring the further through her dreams & pulling others in or out it )
003 . APPEARANCE
hair: straight , long ( past her waistline ) , silky . coloration tends to lean towards dark brown / raven , but can appear a lighter brown under sunlight .
eyes: large , round . dark brown / chocolate depending on the lighting .
skin: pale , sickly white . smooth , but easily bruised . torso & thighs peppered by many soft brown spots / birthmarks . prominent birthmark on her left cheek .
build: slim . tall but frail - looking , spine often perceived as a bit crooked due to lack of doctrine . legs /neck are long , arms & fingers bony / skinny . thin waistline , flat abdomen . collarbone showing . thigh gaps . flat chest .
height: 5' 9"
weight: 121 pounds / 55 kg
bra size: 32B
dress size:
4 (US)
shoe size: 8 (US)
004 . PERSONALITY
positive traits: determined , creative , resourceful , intelligent , loyal ( to some extent ) .
I.STRAWBERRIES & CREAM, ropes & scraped knees. all stars shine for you, big & round brown eyes, see the world like no other, your small hands reach for the skies covered in dirt & sunny summer days never come to an end. sweet young thing , high pigtails & princess dresses, got more dolls than you can keep track of, everyone adores you.
II.DROPLETS OF COLD WATER pepper your bare skin while your tiny feel run around the garden, daddy takes time off work to play, he’s chasing you & mommy’s smiling from the window, thanking god for such a happy family.
III. SCREAMS ECHO & you blink — all was fine seconds ago. did mommy fell down the stairs? you’re not supposed to pry, you’re supposed to be good girl and stay out of the boiler room. but what if mommy got hurt? scorching heat warms your milky flesh, inky darkness threatens to engulf you but you continue, one step, two steps…
IV. BLADES DRIPPING CRIMSON taint the old concrete floor, icy pools of cyan shoot daggers &he shouts. he’s never SHOUTED before. why is he so mad? why is mommy so still?‘snooping in daddy’s special work’ you’re sorry now, salty tears rolling down flustered cheeks while steel hands grip your small shoulders, pulling your tiny body closer.
IV. I WON’T TELL it was a promise, and you never really meant to break it, but you did. like that old barbie doll or wand you cherished so much, accidents happen, right? there’s a woman then, she’s picking you up, taking FAR AWAY, dad’s angry voice fades into distance, soon darkness veils your eyes & heavy lids fall shut . but you don’t wake up at home.
V. THE FOOD’S BLAND , tastes like ashes , like the smoke spilled from the cook’s lips . lipstick stain on plastic cups & kids don’t take a liking to you . you’re pushed around - but you push them back . once a week a woman comes to visit , long blonde hair & glasses. she seems sweet , encourages you to talk & draw on a piece of paper , you love the colorful crayons but you don’t speak . she always gives you pills before saying goodbye .
V. ALONE curled up in your bed, looking out the window you wonder when daddy will come pick you up, when mommy will come home. one day you stop wondering . you stop asking . you already know the answer . everything changed then - you realized something no child should ... you were alone . you’d always be alone .
VI. THEY’RE SMILING through pearly white teeth, wanna bring you home & paint your room pink , fill it with dolls . they’re loving & warm , but you’re cold . they patch your wounds & kiss you goodnight , but you like to watch the blood trail down your skin . you’re out of place , but you’re someplace , and that’s always better than nowhere, right?
VI. WISPS OF THICK SMOKE adorn cherry lips, you’re sixteen year old problem . daddy's an FBI agent, mommy's a writer . you shouldn't be able to get away with things as easily as you do , but you’ve learned how to bend people from a young age .
VII.GOLDEN GIRL you've got the world in your fingertips, but a void in your chest. nothing can't fill it - cigarettes, drugs, violence . you've taken WRONG turns , has a tongue like a razor blade & that over-sized leather jacket a cute boy thought’d look better on you. you don’t BELONG, home’s not here, but it's not anywhere.
VII. YOU'RE NOT LIKE THEM, feels as though your bones are made of stardust . you’re wearing a girl's skin , but you want to peel it off &show them how sharp are your teeth . you're a stray in this world, outsider. you’ll never belong . crowds don’t make you happy , being alone doesn’t feel right either . you hate falling asleep & but you can't STAND being awake .
WATCH, see the brutality that these,FUCKING PIGSinflicted on her, His hands gripping the bars of his cell tightly, as they swarm around her, like Insects. he HATEDthem, he knew that they were afraid, that they were shaking in their armored and padded boots, living in fear of the though of theCLOWN PRINCE OF CRIME.
“ Boys, Boys boys, is that really necessarrry? “He clenches his teeth together, pulling away from the bars, moving into his cell,reaches under the pillow, hand grasping his custom Handgun as a grin stretches across his lips. Ungloved hand reaches for the slide and he pulls it before walking to the bars.
lips are pursed as a whistle escapes his painted lips, he was getting their attention, tilting his head to the side when there is no response. He then taps the barrel against the bars, loud sound of metal on metal resounding through the cellblock. At this their attention is drawn from the frail girl on the floor and on the absoluteMADMANwith a gun clenched in his hand. “I’d….suggest moving away from the girl, unless ya want a hole in yer skulls….” One guard refuses to move, The Joker smiles.HE LOVED WHEN THERE WAS A HERO.
Trigger is pulled and bullet flies between metal bars, shot resounding through the halls, theyHADto have SEENthis coming, how could theyNOTat this point, they should have known, keeping him locked in Arkham was damn near impossible. After making sure the Guard was dead, he shoots the lock on his cell,Though the shot guard,’s armor would prove to be useful. He quickly puts it on before cuffing her, whispering in her ear.“ Just, go along with the act…”He pauses before lowering the visor.
GUNPOWDER & SMOKE unfurl its toxicosis within festering lungs , ghosts whisper in fill her ear , a cacophony of meaningless noise echoes , irises turned white come back to the sound of your voice . lethargy clutches at sore vocals , her limbs tired & numb , lashes dew , long & hanging drowsily over an abyss of black . bony fingers of bleached white bind wrists with metal like fangs buried in a neck - she winces . not unfamiliar with the pain .
then , a moment of CLARITY : the smell of blood , familiar little companion that’ll stick with you throughout your whole life once you’ve caught the scent of it ( her first time was riding a bicycle down the street , she remembers how much it stung , and how tenderly her father kissed the pain away ) they’ve grown a lot closer nowadays , you could almost say they were inseparable ! no kiss could ever make it leave her memory . now it returns in shades of violent red , speckled all over her shirt … red . red . she looks like a disjointed porcelain doll dipped in paint .
tiny digits clutch to your new acquired bullet - proof vest , back pressed against it . she can’t see well & her abdomen aches still , but it’s no longer a choice whether to trust you or not . after all … even if it was - playing safe wouldn’t get her out of here , and she’d decided today morning today was the last day she’d spend looking at those ugly white walls . restrained movements administrated with careful precision , skeptical eyes peer over her shoulder . ❛why is it that every man i meet insists on putting me in handcuffs ?❜detached tongue quips , but she AGREES silently with your terms ,