honey and wildfire

honey and wildfire are both the color gold.

[wildfiregold]

#𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑫𝑭𝑰𝑹𝑬𝑮𝑶𝑳𝑫   ───   an independent and mutuals only roleplay blog for fandomless original character  CHARLIE FARROW.   loved and written since 2021 by  cricket   ( she/her ,  twenty six ).

a character study in . . .    survivor's guilt, living as a ghost, rediscovering purpose, dragging oneself out of the ashes, and choosing peace after a life of violence.   CONTENT WARNINGS FOR :  war, death, violence, military service, and mentions of sexual assault.

PLEASE VIEW CARRD BEFORE INTERACTING.

[stonesense]

i understand why the ‘grizzled loner who slowly melts & improves their outlook on life when forced to take care of a kid’ trope is a male exclusive role, bc the optics of a grizzled loner woman healing by becoming a mother are maybe not so good, but every time i think abt a hypothetical female version of that trope i black out instantly. could we maybe just do it one time and all agree to be cool about it

[petrichorandozone]

previous tags and their very valid point:

[natequarter]

[#no no this is totally doable #you just have to make sure she stays grizzled #and has the same like #awkward none of this comes naturally thing #where it goes bad is if shes Suddenly A Warm And Immediately Nurturing Fixed Human #instead of a collection of busted parts going #ah fuck i guess im all you have #so i guess I do my best]

[cowboyhudsons]

[mysteryandnonstopfun]

[memories]

You ever just... yell about #b1uedcollar??

[wildfiregold]

WHY did my last post get content reviewed wtf

[wildfiregold]

study: the faces of charlie.

been thinking lately about how of my muses, how i picture charlie is honestly the most flexible. 

in her main verse, tracy and yvonne are the most prominent, but there's a heavy dash of very specifically season one of ou///at jennifer morrison.

teenager/younger twenties and she's aIona taI, and a into her forties and early fifties she leans keIIy reiIy.

[naazyalensky]

Max & Liz Outside the Crashdown ||| RNM 1.02 so much for the afterglow

[wildfiregold]

hc + fire 🔥    /   @b1uedcollar

this almost feels like a cop out because even if i never stated this explicitly, i don't think it will surprise anyone to find out: charlie never goes anywhere without a way to start a fire. this mainly started out as a habit for when she went out hunting, but it quickly graduated to when she goes out anywhere, whether it's a lighter on her keychain or a matchbook in her wallet, it just makes her feel better to have.

[wildfiregold]

hc + animals!!   /   @jnkdrwr

apollo is the first pet charlie has ever had. her dad had a handful of hunting dogs when she was a kid, sure, but they were working animals that had kennels outdoors and while they weren't aggressive toward people they weren't socialized to be pets either. then when she was in the military, she couldn't have one, not when she had incredibly unpredictable deployments. on top of that, she jailbroke adopted him on impulse. there was a very hilarious moment where she unloaded apollo for the first time and realized she had no idea what to do with him. cue her first pet store visit and a few embarrassing questions for an employee since she had no idea how to train or take care of him.

[mistfallenmemes]

Send me hc + a word of your choosing and I’ll write a headcanon relating to that word!

Or send hc + two words and I’ll try and come up with one that links those two things together!

[palipunk-deactivated20260328]

Do you guys have friends whose OCs are so deeply engrained into your brain that you think about them more than even some of your own characters

[wildfiregold]

❛ i would’ve come sooner if i’d known you were sick. ❜   /   @soulmissed

a hot shower and spoonful of honey had done wonders to break up the congestion in charlie’s chest and coat her throat, but the rasp at the edge of her voice persists stubbornly, even as she waves a hand in dismissal.  “ just a cold, no big deal. ”  the same explanation she’d given vic the day before. still, she takes an uncharacteristic moment to catch her breath after unloading the last crate of canned vegetables and jarred honey from the back of the truck.

she pauses briefly, as if considering something, before turning to face august again. “ tell you what, you help me out today, you can take first pick. sound good?”  it was a win-win, as far as she was concerned, he’d be well fed, and she’d keep an eye on him for an afternoon.

[aayla-securas]

TRACY SPIRIDAKOS as HAILEY UPTON Chicago PD 05.04 | Snitch

[woodspile]

cody watches her with practiced precision.  months of keeping the timing,  knowing just when to turn his head so she wouldn’t catch him.  running his eyes over and over every exposed inch of skin.  remembering,   despite her denial.  ‘course he took to google when she got here.  and any obituary of a loved one’s hard to believe.  ‘specially when the ghost is standing right there in y’kitchen.

every muscle wants to reach out.  steady her in his arms.  but he stays where he is.  cody keeps her gaze,  hand crossing his heart.  like he’s ‘bout to start saying the pledge.   “i’m sure.”   something of a silent vow tucked away in those two words,  a spark of hope for some future where he’ll always keep it.  as he taps right where that tattoo’s hiding under the cotton of his shirt.  for the first time since she came back into his life,  cody charpentier has never been more sure of anything.

but,  still,  he’s losing his damn nerve.  evident in the way he crosses ‘em arms.  bracing himself in place.  “are y’—”   he tries to hide the tremble in his breath by clearing his throat.   “y’gunna stay?”

[wildfiregold]

no, she needs to say no. that he and boss may have headed off whoever’s come looking this time, but there’s no guarantee for the future, no promise that when if reynolds finds her, his fury at their lies won’t earn his bloody retribution. it isn’t safe. for him. for his family. for the deluca’s. there’s not a soul she’s touched in this town that won’t be in danger. reynolds will never stop looking, she knows, and if she looks close enough she can already see the blood splattered across cody’s face.  ( but then, she’s been able to do that since the first time she’d seen him again, and it hadn’t been enough to make her run then, either. )  

“ damn it, cody, i… ”   it comes out small and she hates it, hates the impulse to reach out for the familiar warmth of him, hates the way she sways slightly between taking a half step toward him and a half step toward the door. she needs to say no. desperately, but it won’t come out. her jaw works soundlessly for a moment, forest gaze going glassy and unfocused as her mind works, weighing the risks against that ugly ache in her chest that flares at the thought of abandoning this place, against that quaver in his voice that threatens to shatter her entirely. 

i’m sure.  he’d said it like a promise, hand over his heart and everything.  ( james made promises too and she hadn’t been able to protect him. )  arms crossed tight around her chest, old ink burns below the crook of her elbow — blackberry thorns digging in with all their might, squeezing tight around her skin, her veins, her heart.

finally, finally, she looks at him again. when she speaks, the words are sticky in the back of her throat like honey mixed with that wine of his.  “ yeah… yeah i’ll stay. ”

[rpxprompts]

⋅  ┋     SWEET HOME ALABAMA SENTENCE STARTERS

sentence starters from the 2002 movie ‘sweet home alabama.’  feel free to change pronouns, accents, phrasing, etc. 

❛  i gotta get home, my mom’s gonna kill me.  ❜

❛  i’m __ years old, i got too much to live for.  ❜

❛  why would you wanna marry me for, anyhow?  ❜

❛  y’know, that accent of yours is a whole lot thicker when you’re dreaming.  ❜

❛  god, you must be exhausted.  ❜

❛  i love you.  ❜

❛  don’t panic, that’s my job.  ❜

❛  nothing is going to come between me and my protege.  ❜

❛  this is, after all, all about me.  ❜

❛  you’re gonna be just fine.  ❜

❛  i am so proud of you.  ❜

❛  he’s loud, but he don’t bite.  ❜

❛  get your stubborn ass down here and give me a divorce.  ❜

❛  you’re shittin’ me, right?  ❜

❛  you knew where i was. and don’t even pretend you spent all this time missin’ me.  ❜

❛  is that a threat?  ❜

❛  those people are the only family you got.  ❜

❛  you dumb, stubborn, redneck hick!  ❜

❛  i’d like nothin’ better right now than to piss you off.  ❜

❛  next time you lock somebody out, make sure they don’t know where the spare key’s hidden.  ❜

❛  you know that old bastard hates me!  ❜

❛  y'know, i don’t have a single childhood memory that doesn’t have you in it.  ❜

❛  you and i are different.  ❜

❛  we’re not better, not worse, we’re just different.  ❜

❛  do you have to control everything?  ❜

❛  those are your issues, not mine.  ❜

❛  you don’t see the likes of you around these here parts much.  ❜

❛  i guess your mama raised you right.  ❜

❛  i guess we all have our little secrets, don’t we?  ❜

❛  you sure do know how to make a girl blush.  ❜

❛  well look what the cat dragged in!  ❜

❛  you’re not doing anything illegal, are you?  ❜

❛  honey, just ‘cause i talk slow doesn’t mean i’m stupid.  ❜

❛  nobody finds their soulmate when they’re ten years old.  ❜

❛  i can’t believe you kept this thing all these years.  ❜

❛  i got myself a hot date.  ❜

❛  i’m just a simple country boy.  ❜

❛  why do you make me be mean to you?  ❜

❛  it’s not like anybody can keep a secret around here.  ❜

❛  you want to kill yourself, do it somewhere else.  ❜

❛  at least i’m doin’ somethin’ with my life.  ❜

❛  i thought you’d be gone.  ❜

❛  i never meant to hurt you, or anybody else for that matter.  ❜

❛  guess i figured if i was pointing at you then nobody would see through me.  ❜

❛  it’s funny how things don’t work out.  ❜

❛  i’m gonna buy you a drink.  ❜

❛  you’re really not my type.  ❜

❛  i would’ve come sooner if i’d known you were sick.  ❜

❛  i’ve been pretty selfish lately.  ❜

❛  you can have roots and wings.  ❜

❛  you ever wonder would would have happened if we hadn’t have gotten pregnant?  ❜

❛  you’ve done real well for yourself.  ❜

❛  i’m proud of you.    ❜

❛  i can’t do this.  ❜

❛  go home.  ❜

❛  i saw the way you two were lookin’ at each other.  ❜

❛  you know us southerners.  ❜

❛  you and i are in love with two very different people.  ❜

❛  i know you’re thinkin’ i spoiled things good this time.  ❜

❛  don’t go accusin’ me of thinkin’. i ain’t done anything of the sort.  ❜

❛  this is where i grew up.  ❜

❛  what i need to know is if there is a place for me in your future.  ❜

❛  who hasn’t been embarrassed by their parents at one point?  ❜

❛  i tried to call you a couple of times.  ❜

❛  i gave my heart away a long time ago. and i never really got it back.  ❜

❛  i don’t even know what else to say, but i’m sorry.  ❜

❛  i can’t marry you.  ❜

❛  you shouldn’t want to marry me.  ❜

❛  you owe me a dance.  ❜

❛  you’re the first boy i ever kissed. i want you to be the last.  ❜

❛  have it your way, you stubborn ass!  ❜

[woodspile]

her voice cracks something inside him,  because ain’t nuttin’ about this is satisfying.  (can’t even drink in that goddamn laugh.)  ripping off the bandaid’s rarely ever gunna be,  he knows.  no matter how much he wishes they can go back to pretending.  it’s been too damn long since he spent his days blowing on ‘em dandelion puffs.

cody swallows,  hard,  before  lowering his aim.  eyes off,  attention not.  he’s choosing to trust his belief in her,  but he ain’t stupid.  s’no secret that they’re both armed.   “y’ever hear ‘bout sutter punch?”

‘em hands are slow,  careful,  as they work to fix two glasses of his blackberry wine.  (berries picked by maw tee,  and the last of the batch he made with pop.  a family affair if his funeral.)   “some ghost story out in ‘em hollywood hills.  guy was a terrible boxer.  sucked at comedy.  but he had this one punchline:  he liked to hit women.”

cody drinks first,  showing it ain’t poison so she better not let it go to fuckin’ waste.   “‘course boss didn’t know that when she got involved with the likes of’im.  didn’t take long for her to learn,”   he continues.

“she ran after she shot him in his sleep.  and ran and ran and ran.  until he found her right here.  pissed ‘bout his ugly mug,”   cody’s rubbing at his own chin.  a feature so distinctly not something he inherited from boss.   “she had a choice then,  too.”   cody’s eyes take aim at her again,  loaded.   “and she trusted this town to take care of her.”

[wildfiregold]

she sees the shift of his eyes away from her for what it is :  a show of trust   —  and oh, charlie wants to believe it, wants to return it in spite of the cornered animal that lives in her chest, snarling and ready to run, to fight, to do whatever is necessary. she doesn’t quite succeed, despite her efforts, but she does manage to drag her gaze from his face, instead lowering to his hands, unnervingly steady as he pours wine of all things. 

there’s no tremble in her own fingers as she takes the second glass, but it has less to do with her own self control than it does the way she finds herself hanging onto his every word, unsure of where the story is going until it all clicks together with a gravity that makes her next inhale shudder. for a moment, all she can do is focus on him, the urge to flee arrested at least momentarily by the way he’s looking at her, the way it feels like it’s anchoring her in place.

she’s a damn good liar, he’d said.

she had a choice.

tag, you’re it.

slowly, she brings the wine to her lips, swallows hard past a lump in her throat she hadn’t felt forming. it reminds her vaguely of taking communion at church as a kid, in a way that’s as terrifying as it is comforting. she takes another sip. “you’re sure?” she hates the weakness in it, the way the heaviness around them makes the fear echo like a gunshot, almost smothering the glimmer of hope she can’t quite disguise. but there’s no taking it back, no taking any of this back.