*drags Morena into the room and plops her in front of Heather*
*Morena looks around, puzzled, she shrinks in on herself and shivers*
M: "Uh-uhm Hello? Hi? Where... where am I? What's going on? Why am I here? Uh... Hi? I'm... I'm Morena!"
*I can and want! first time RPing, so bear with me, lol.*
*Heather drops the bandage she was wrapping around her left arm, startled. She starts to speak, but stops, eyes wide and jaw slack, when she sees Morena's wings.*
"You're, uh...I-I'm..."
*She doesn't seem to be able to put two words together.*
The Guardian newspaper recently published an article about new manuscript discoveries concerning the life of William Shakespeare. These discoveries, made by Heather Wolfe, are described as a decisive blow to the belief that Shakespeare was a front man for someone else—a smoking gun that disproves the claims for other candidates such as Edward de Vere,... Continue Reading »
YES THIS.
The Guardian newspaper recently published an article about new manuscript discoveries concerning the life of William Shakespeare. These discoveries, made by Heather Wolfe, are described as a decisive blow to the belief that Shakespeare was a front man for someone else—a smoking gun that disproves the claims for other candidates such as Edward de Vere, Francis Bacon, Christopher Marlowe, Sir Walter Raleigh, or Queen Elizabeth.
But we don’t believe additional smoking guns are necessary when it comes to the authorship of Shakespeare’s plays. We know that Shakespeare wrote the works attributed to him, and that some of these reflect the collaborative working process inherent in writing for performance. But the anniversary celebrations of 2016 provided an opportunity to consider afresh what we know about Shakespeare’s life and reputation using contemporary documents.
So, I'm trying to be more purposeful with my time and I don't really have much to talk about as far as progress on the book so I'm probably gonna just post one or two things a day and just reblog stuff until I'm less of a disaster, lol.
Anyway, to start that off, I've finally started drawing my OCs!! And I'm horrible at it!!! Turns out it's a lot harder to draw without a specific reference...but I'll figure it out. Right now it's just concept art. I'll definitely change stuff as I go, I just wanted something to start off.
Top to bottom: Fayth Penner, Fayth Penner outfit design (ignore the face plz, I drew it too small and couldn't get that detailed TwT), Heather Wolfe/Young Heather Wolfe (I'm bad at drawing young people, please ignore how janky she looks...), Ryan Lambert
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MY BABY, AAAAUUUGH!!!!! She's my baby. Oh, how I absolutely adore ruining this poor girl's life. I enjoy it enough that it genuinely scares me sometimes.
Heather is my glorious self-insert main character. She's not an absolute mess, but the plot and antagonists have every intention of fixing that.
So backstory on making her. I was young. I wanted to be a superhero. BAM!! Heather Wolf. A teenage super soldier with [redacted, sorry, there's spoilers] powers. The name got changed to Wolfe with an E cuz...I think it was because it feels cooler. Also, it makes TimberWolfe more obviously name related and not just Timberwolf, as in the actual animal kind of wolf.
So, HER BACKSTORY!!! Heather was born into a very rich, very successful family that lived on the East coast (DC or NYC, can't decide, lol). Her father, Jason Wolfe, was the co-founder of Wolfe-Kanith Industries, a energy-turned-miltech company. Her mother, Jasmine (can't decide on her maiden name, bear with me), was the daughter of some other really rich guy (haven't decided on his profession either. please send decisiveness, I need some...). They had Heather, everything went to crap before she was old enough to really remember it.
Her mother very quickly remarried, to Eric Kanith, Jason Wolfe's best friend/co-founder of the company. They had a son an undetermined amount of time later. Eric raised Heather as his own, but he had extreme resentment against Jason for [more spoilers, sorry] and he only saw Jason in Heather. So when she was 10-12 (can't decide on that either...), she got sent to a summer camp. They never came to pick her up. Yeah...
So she grew up in Michigan with her found family: Jim, the cop that took her in after she got abandoned, his wife Emily, son Nash and Iris, Heather's best friend (who isn't related to the other peoples, but she's awesome). She worked through the emotional abuse of her childhood, found out a lot about herself, discovered she wasn't Eric's, dropped his last name and ended up effectively cutting ties with her family. Which, tbh, they did first, so...
And when she's seventeen, she finds out her best friend from before, her bodyguard that was essentially the only father figure she had out East, died. They say he was running guns for gangs. She goes back 'home' for the funeral.
AND THEN THE STORY STARTS AND I'M NOT GONNA SPOIL IT CUZ I ABSOLUTELY WILL IF I KEEP TALKING AND MAY HAVE ALREADY CUZ I TEND TO SAY TOO MUCH
So, her as a person. She's fairly grounded. She's trying to figure out who she is and she's doing well, but she's young and she hasn't figured everything out. Which makes her vulnerable. She's definitely an optimist by nature, but she's jaded from experience. She waffles back and forth between trusting everyone and trusting literally no one. She hates lies. HATES. She can't stand fake people. She also doesn't really like cities anymore. She's insanely loyal, to the point of stupidity and she generally trusts quicker than she thinks she does and sometimes trusts the wrong people, which mixes dangerously with her loyalty. She's deeply insecure and she's working on it, but she doesn't talk about a lot of things, so it's hard for her to get over it. But she's learning.
Idk what else to write, so I'm just gonna leave it at that. I'll definitely do better profiles once I'm more sorted out, I just want to put some stuff up and refine later.
This probably isn't everything, I am TERRIBLE at tagging things, but it'll do for now... TwT
CHARACTER PROFILES (in no particular order, names/details subject to change):
Heather (Kanith) Wolfe (POV 1)
Kitsune/K (POV 2)
Iris White
Ryan Lambert
The Crew (Jessica Nae, Derek Randall, Albert "Ace" Holt, Benjamin Brooke [wip, name subject to change], Thomas Brewer)
Eric Kanith
Jasmine Holland-Kanith (name subject to change)
Jason Wolfe
The Triad (Laran, Kol and Syrus Kage)
Fayth Penner
James "Jim" Fowler
idk, that's all I can think of right now, I'll update/add the profiles as I make them and holy crap my cast is huge... TwT
Whumpuary Day 3 (2026)
Whumpuary Day 5 (2026)
Whumpuary Day 7 (2026)
ART:
First Sketches (Fayth/Heather/Ryan/random lion)
TAG GAMES/ASKS/RANDOM STUFF:
Ask - Who would bury themselves in sand?
Ask - Who wants to just sleep?
Bad Plot Summary
Seven Sentence Someday
Before and After Picrew (Heather/Fayth)
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I'm late again! But I still did it! Yay for persevering!!
More unofficial, non-canon TTWS. Once again, Heather's POV. Also written when I should've been sleeping. Or doing 'productive things'. Not sure what that means, so I wrote whump. Here is whump. Enjoy whump. <3
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The man pulls Iris closer, his arm around her neck and his masked face too close to hers. I try to hold the gun steady. The others on both sides trade shouts and barbs. Thomas says he’ll murder everyone. One of the masked lackeys goes on to tell him why he won’t.
ransom | burns | not good enough
I don’t listen. I don’t care. I care about that man, ever silent, his eyes on me as he holds the gun against her head. I care about the fury radiating off of her, the ache in her eyes because she thinks she shouldn’t have gotten caught. I care that she’s blaming herself for them ripping her half-drugged from the med bay. That she’s still not blaming me for putting her there.
“It’s okay,” I breathe to her. She winces from the pain and I try not to stare at her wounds. Burns marring her left arm, running up her neck. Bandaged, but I can still see them in my mind like I’m back there again. My war, her scars. If I had been there sooner…
“Heather.”
The rasp in her voice kills a part of me. I have to fight back tears. My pistol starts to shake. I can feel his satisfaction. He knows he’s already won. He’s not threatening. He’s not pushing for a decision. It doesn’t even matter what he’ll ask for, he knows exactly what I’ll choose. That’s why he took her.
“Heather…” Thomas says it, a hand on my shoulder pulling me out of my own head. “Heather, whatever you’re thinking, don’t do it.”
I don’t shrug him off. I let the heat seep through my jacket, the one I threw over my pajamas after the alarms went off. He starts to pull me back, but I don’t—I won’t—budge. I can’t. I can’t let her down again.
“What do you want?” I call over the ruckus. The room quiets. I tighten my grip on my pistol, ignoring the eyes on me. A girl in her PJs, holding a pistol on a grown man in tactical gear. I don’t have to see his face to see the smile in his eyes. His voice is rough, deep and clipped.
“You.”
Thomas’ hand vanishes and he steps forward, gun pointed straight at the man as he steps between me and the threat.
“Over your dead body,” he spits. I see the masked men’s guns turn towards the two of us, the tension multiplying. “And I’ll gladly make that happen, you filthy—”
“Thomas, no!” It comes out shrill and foreign. A reaction, not even a thought. He turns quickly, his gun lowered, still keeping his body between me and the man.
“Heather, I’m not letting you do this,” he hisses, his eyes matching the conviction in his voice.
I shake my head and blink back tears. Every time I close my eyes, I see her blood on my hands.
“I have to,” I whisper.
“This isn’t just about you.” He grabs my shoulder with his free hand and shakes me like he’s trying to rattle some sense into me. “You’re too valuable. We can’t let them walk out of here with you—”
“I will burn the world for her,” I breathe. “You’d…” I stop myself. It’s still a habit, not using past tense. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it. “You would’ve done the same for him.”
He almost flinches and I almost feel bad, but I know I don’t have time for that right now. There’s bigger things to worry about. I take a deep breath. Then I push past him and holster my weapon, putting my hands up.
“Let her go,” I say, my voice loud but the tremor audible. “You want me, I’ll come, but you let. Her. Go."
One from The TimberWolfe Saga, also not part of the canon. Heather's POV. Wrote half of this at ungodly hours of the night, sorry if it's dumb. Or unhinged. I feel like it probably is, but I don't want to reread it cuz I'll get self conscious and not post it. So if it is unhinged, please go easy on me. If it's not, please let me know cuz I want to feel not insane. Enjoy if it's...enjoyable, I guess?? <3 i need sleep, sorry, aaaaauuugghh
CW: very very hurt person, capture whump, whumper giving medical attention, idk, y'all are gonna have to help me with these cuz I have no idea what I'm doing (FYI, NOT a suicide attempt, realized it might look that way but I'm too lazy to rewrite it, it's just really poor decision making on Heather's part [and maybe the author's...], sry)
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can’t speak | caught | broken glass
I can barely breathe. Everything hurts. A couple spots hurt worse. I feel the cold of the concrete. The heat of my blood. The rain bites the cuts on my face. Glass crunches as footsteps get closer.
Pain flares through my side. A stabbing, searing bolt of pain. My lungs find air and I let out a wet gasp.
“You little psycho,” a voice purrs, floating through the red haze. His tone is almost admiring. “I really didn’t think you’d do it.”
Something brushes my face, pressing against the cuts. It burns like fire under my skin. I try to move. I hear a sound, choked and rasping. It takes me a second before I realize it’s me.
“Kol, off, now.”
A sigh, then he mutters something I barely catch.
“Killjoy…”
The ache against my face disappears and the crunch sounds again. It comes closer, stopping right by me. Someone else. The other voice. Hands turn my arm slowly and I bite back a sob. Fingers press against my wrist.
“Don’t look at me,” Kol mutters. “She did it to herself.”
A pause. I twitch my fingers and the effort hurts. I try to open my eyes. I need to see. I’m not safe. It can’t end like this.
“Syrus, call the medics,” Laran says, dropping my wrist. "Kol...inform Kanith.”
“Me?” he whines. “You let her jump!”
Laran doesn’t have to raise his voice
“Shut up and do it.”
My eyelids finally unstick themselves and I try to blink the blurriness out of my vision. I see the streetlights. The rain streaking down, making my eyes twitch without permission. Laran bends over me and flashes a light in my eyes.
I let out a groan, something resembling a plead to stop.
“Quiet,” he orders, his voice perfectly flat. “Lie still and focus on breathing. Stay awake.”
I do focus on breathing. Every knife-like stab in my chest as I try to not die. I’ll end up back in a lab. They’ll stitch me together, tear me apart again. He’ll get bored eventually. Not soon enough.
This is was dumb. It’s the only thought I’ve got. It’s almost laughable. I could’ve done anything else. No, I thought I’d make it. Roll the dice, pray it worked. Twenty-ish feet across, stick the landing and I'm home free.
Still rereading my first draft and tbh I find the fact that my supposedly cold and hardened assassin is having worse tantrums than the recently traumatized seventeen-year-old girl (who's kinda new to everyone trying to kill her) more disturbing than the giant plot holes in that chapter that may or may not wreck the whole book and potentially every book after...
