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."
Drum roll for Heather's best friend! This character is dedicated to my best friend.
And should my best friend read this, I want you to know that Iris isn't you. Most of her problems are problems I have. She's 'based' on you, but she's not you and she can't ever capture your spirit. I'd hate to ever, even on accident, put you in a box so I refuse to try to fit Iris around you and don't ever try to fit yourself around her. Be who you want to be. This is a fake person on a page that doesn't have anything to do with what you're capable of. If she inspires you or you find her relatable, feel that because it's you feeling that, not because I put your name next to hers. Be you. That's the person that means so much to me. Iris is from a book. You're the real deal. <3
So, Iris is less fleshed out because she wasn't physically there for most of the first book in earlier versions (which is probably going to change). I'm not sure on most of her family background. I know she's the daughter of the owner of a horse ranch in Michigan. She's a certified horse girl who's trying to teach Heather to ride. She has a rescue clydesdale named Zeus. She's much more of a country girl than Heather, but it's never been a rub. They bring the best of their worlds together.
She's supportive and has helped Heather with all the crap that her family and others did to her. She has problems, but she doesn't talk about them much. Neither of them do. They'd rather just do something fun and forget about it for a while because they both know that they can't change it. She's sarcastic and hilarious and knows how to have a good time, but she doesn't take crap from anyone. She's incredibly protective and she'll threaten (or promise) to gut someone for anything done to her or her friends. She's fiercely loyal and never doubts her people.
When everything goes to crap for Heather and there's accusations of things that she'd supposedly done, Iris never doubts her innocence. She's always there. She throws herself into the fire for her friend. Heather gets her powers first and there's the family or other relationships to people that Iris doesn't know and Iris feels left out. Heather doesn't help that all of the time. Iris is scared she actually is the side character. She wonders where her place in it is if she's the best friend of the person that everyone seems to actually care about.
At the same time, Heather is jealous of Iris because she'd rather not be in the spotlight. She thinks Iris is so cool and that she's never going to live up to her friend or that the baggage of who she was and the distance between who she is and who she wants to be is going to spoil their friendship.
(And to my bestie—these are my fears, not something I saw in you. You're not just someone I know. You're not someone on the side. You never have been. Be the main character we both know you are. <3)
Idk what else to say because I feel like I'm going to spoil everything, but Iris is freakin' awesome and my bestie is too. <3
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