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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The Bible is a big book. It can be intimidating to read, so many of us prefer reading books about the Bible. And if we do read the Bible, we can sometimes treat
by Thomas Brewer | The Bible is a big book. It can be intimidating to read, so many of us prefer reading books about the Bible. And if we do read the Bible, we can sometimes treat it like a mere instruction manual. We use it if needed, but otherwise we try to do things ourselves. It reminds me of trying to...
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."
Augh, my horrible little dysfunctional "family". How I love to hate them. <3
This one's kinda a summary. I don't really have physical descriptions yet, so I'll just give a little bit on their personality. I'll try not to spoil anything, but we'll see how that goes, lol. Long story short, there's a heist in TTWS and every heist needs a crew, so...
Jessica Nae
The leader/founder of the group. She's the person with the plan, the person that knows what they need to do and how to do it. She's calm bordering on apathetic, but she's effective. There's moments where something shows through that might be her heart, but no one really knows. She's supposedly ex-military and she supposedly has selfless intentions surrounding this heist (which I don't want to spoil because PLOT), but there's something...off about her...
Derek Randall
Every heist needs a tech man and that's Derek. He lands somewhere between being a black or a gray hat hacker. He doesn't do it for malicious reasons, but he's definitely not one of the good guys and he has no issues with admitting that. He likes the rush of doing things that other people only dreamed of, which is why agreed to this job. That and there might be something going on between him and Jessica. Or at least he thinks so...
Albert "Ace" Holt
The main muscle of the group. Formerly (as of very recently) a member of a gang that was involved with the place they're robbing, he was converted by Jessica in exchange for some...monetary compensation. He's loyal to the extent that it's convenient, backing people when he wants to but ditching them when it gets too risky for him. The grandson of a war hero, he demands people call him "Ace". He thinks "Albert" isn't cool enough for him, but that's what most of the Crew calls him when they find out it's his real name.
Benjamin Brooke (name is likely to change, he's getting redone)
If Holt's the muscle, then Ben's the face man. Holt's little friend, Ben was in the same gang before the Crew and joined when he did. Ben is young, charming and a whole lot sharper than his counterpart. He's good with people and is practiced at looking like he belongs regardless of what situation he's in. He's closer to Jessica than Holt given he knows better than to give her trouble and she trusts him with working the people they need to work to get the job done.
Thomas Brewer
A close work and personal friend of the now dead Ryan Lambert, he's the inside man. Originally, Ryan held that position, but his heroics got him killed, so Jessica had to make due with Thomas. He didn't join as willingly as the others. When Heather gets roped into this mess, he follows both to avenge Ryan and to keep Heather safe. He's not the angel Ryan was and he's rough and cynical, but he's not heartless. He's just a realist.
So...that's them. Kinda vague, but I'm trying not to spoil stuff. And also, some it hasn't been decided, so I'm just saving myself some trouble so I don't have to correct things that I change later. Anyway...
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Late again, but whatevs. I still wrote it because I really want to see this through! (at least the writing ones, I might skip some of the none writing prompts at this point)
More Heather from TTWS because holy crap, she is so whumpable. She's my OG whumpee. Still not canon, still barely edited. Enjoy her quiet suffering. <3
CW: not talking about important feelings, grief, idk what else, it's kinda not all that whumpy tbh, but I'm posting it anyway, please lmk if I ever miss something that should go here
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drowning | “something isn’t right” | hunted
I stare at the coin in my hand, metal glinting in the low light and flakes of red still stuck between the carved words.
I thought being numb was bad. It scared me to feel nothing, but now I’m here, drowning my head again. I want to say I could shut it off, but can I? Do I even want to? Is that how I end up like them? Isn’t it right to mourn? Is it more wrong to push the grief down or to pretend it never happened? Shouldn’t he have the right to be grieved?
“Hey.”
I wrap my fist around the coin and shove it into my pocket, swiping the back of my hand across my eyes before the door opens the rest of the way. Thomas pauses in the doorway, light spilling past him. He has a duffel bag over one shoulder.
“You ready?” he asks.
I nod, taking a shaky breath.
“Yeah.”
I can hear the tremor in my own voice, but I ignore it. I grab my backpack and sling it over my shoulder as I stand. We’ll move again. We’ll keep running. Part of me knows it’ll never end, but I push that thought back because I don’t have time for it right now. I’ve already used more time for sorrow than I should.
I get to the doorway, but Thomas doesn’t move. He just stands there, watching me. I shift my pack and raise an eyebrow.
“Are you gonna move or…?”
I don’t finish it, partly because I don’t know what the or is. Or maybe I do and I just don’t want to deal with that right now.
“Kid, I’ve known you long enough to know when something isn’t right,” he says flatly. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
I hold his gaze, my grip on the strap of my backpack tightening. I could lie again. He loves that. It’s always a good day when I lie to Thomas.
I glance down, bite my lip and huff out a breath. I close my eyes like not having them open will somehow make him not hear me say it.
“Everything,” I breathe, shaking my head. “Literally everything.”
He doesn’t say anything. Warm little trickles trace down my cheeks. So much gone. So much I can’t ever get back. I’d say ‘if I could go back’ but it started before I was even born. I didn’t even get a choice how screwed up I was gonna be.
I shake my head violently, hoping to shake off the thoughts. I wipe the tears away and choke down the lump in my throat. I’ll mourn at the next safe house. Right now I need to not die that long. We both need to.
“Well,” I say, nodding past him and pumping my voice full of a faux optimism. “Let’s go, then.”
He waits for a second, his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly. I just keep the mask on. I’m fine. Probably as fine as I’m ever going to be. He sighs and lets me past.
I stuff the feelings back in the jar for now, but part of me wishes he would’ve stopped me.
The Bible is a big book. It can be intimidating to read, so many of us prefer reading books about the Bible. And if we do read the Bible, we
The Bible is a big book. It can be intimidating to read, so many of us prefer reading books about the Bible. And if we do read the Bible, we can sometimes treat it like a mere instruction manual. We use it if needed, but otherwise we try to do things ourselves. It reminds me of trying to put together IKEA furniture without a manual. Unfortunately, as many of us have experienced, the instruction manual needs to be respected and read properly. Otherwise, our furniture may look disjointed in the end. Things are similar with the Bible. Failing to read it properly can lead to all kinds of trouble.
The Psalms are filled with acknowledgments of distress, deceit, and confusion. Knowing that, we can admit that this world is often too much
I trained to be a lifeguard at a camp one summer when I was younger. I passed most of the tests, but there was one test where we had to tread water while holding a heavy weight for a few minutes. It was difficult, and I couldn’t do it. I gave up. I remember quitting and feeling like a failure. Adult life likewise brings no shortage of things that prompt us to give up, that make us feel like we’re just treading water. This world can be discouraging in its sin and brokenness.
