#c: scarlett

[kohaive]

TON of character sheets I drew for an OC night

[ofsokovianbaronesses]

❛ I think we need to get you out of here. ❜

YELLOWJACKETS SEASON TWO SENTENCE STARTERS

Before Heike could answer, there was another sound of gunfire and she ducked down, covering her ears as the bullets hit the wall 5 feet above her head. Debris fell into her hair and she looked back over at Scarlett, and then towards where the bullets came from. "I think you might be right."

[ofcrimsonenchantresses]

❛ are you bleeding ? ❜

🐝  *  ―  𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓𝐘 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

"I don't know, I can't feel anything but that might be the shock." She told Scarlett, looking herself over. She stopped when she felt wetness under her ribs. Her hand came away bloodied. "Definitely the shock." She told her.

[velnna]

I designed Staeve's parents after an extensive worldbuilding spiel last night and I need you to not ask anything about any of the genetics

[zombieslab]

still not even halfway through btw

[midnightsun-if]

Who fell first, and who fell harder with each RO?

Koda: He fell first without even realizing it. It was as natural as breathing at the end of the day.

Scarlett: The MC fell first and she fell harder (or you were both in the same place all along and it just took her a moment to figure that out).

Cyrus/Cyra: They fell harder— not even afraid that they’d hit the ground while doing so as they knew you’d be there to greet them.

Quinn: Their wolf fell first and they fell harder as Quinn wanted to be sure that they, their human side, wasn’t just being influenced by their lupine one.

Caden: They fell at a sedate pace, taking in the sights and allowing themself to truly come to terms with what’s happening. Sometimes they may have shifted up a bit, but they would inevitably end up on the ground with you.

Sloane: They fell harder… But perhaps they also fell first too… Their emotions are sort of all over the place, but they’re content on where they end up landing all the same. Doesn’t matter how long it took to actually fall.

Blake: They took a tumbling dive down a gigantic flight of stairs, got whacked over the head, and then proceeded to be oblivious that they had fallen in the first place and didn’t just find a new, more painful, way to travel.

Reginald/Regina: They fell first without question. How could they not when in the face of you? There’s nothing in this world that could have stopped them.

[fanartka]

get away Wanda this is my movie, mine

[shsl-panic-at-the-everywhere]

[evcrlasting]

Closed starter for @wintcrstcrfall | based on plot

His affection for the woman in front of him was full of many things and frustration at the moment was sitting at the top. How many times could Scarlett piss him off before he quit. Unfortunately, and maybe she knew but he had no plans to quit yet. Though the more they interacted, the more he wondered if he needed her daddy's money. His bank account liked it but damn his morals felt shot at times. Khaled knocked on her door, "ready to go?"

[dxrkenedheights]

where: outside hotel

with: scarlett pierce and felix ranstrom @manybcdthings

★・・・・・・★

She doesn't think sympathy can get someone very far, even if Scarlett would rather be caught dead than calling life a dog eat dog world. But something similar to sympathy struck her the day Felix was handed on over, newly turned and just as confused and terrified as she remembers being. If only the newly turned wolf didn't make helping him feel like pulling teeth. "Smile, Felix. It may never happen." she quips in reference to his permanent stoic demeanor, Scarlett striding around him and almost tempted to elbow him out of the hotel's foyer altogether. She decides against it at the last second, giving him a wry grin. "Are you in the mood to try out a few things or did you have other plans?" she glances for any sign of Bella, curious now for a while that the pair are seen together more often than not. "Asking because I don't want to upset your miserable frown schedule. I know those are important."

[kohaive]

art summary 2022! I think I got a lot better on colors definitely. but also you can see exactly where my character bias lies

[graysonheller]

WHO — @scarlettrxse WHEN — whenever works! WHERE — margz & margz

With his virgin margarita in hand, basically just a fruit slushie, he slid into the seat across from the redhead without any preamble. When they made eye contact he offered a dimpled smile and shrugged slightly. "Hope you don't mind... the place is kind of packed." He also wasn't really in the mood to eat alone yet hadn't felt like calling or texting anyone to meet up with him. "We can swap a slice of each other's pizza, pretend we're besties and then go on about our lives," Grayson suggested as though that would sweeten up his commandeering half of her table. "If you want to eat alone just pretend him not here."

[ofcrimsonenchantresses]

i should not be left to my own devices

taylor swift // midnights rp meme. 

"I'll say." Wanda commented as she walked into the room. A few hours ago, it had been completely normal. Now, all the furniture was shoved into the centre and Scarlett seemed to be painting it a very interesting shade of blue. "Where did you get all the paint?" She asked curiously as she picked up a paintbrush that was sat in a tray.

[just-foster]

—Starter for @scarlettrxse Location: Smoke & Mirrors

When he wasn't at work, Foster tended towards ratty jeans and t-shirts, always having been the type to wear his tried-and-true clothes until he wore them out completely. So in that respect, he didn't look much different from usual. But there was a bone-deep tiredness that just... pervaded his entire being, his eyes red-rimmed and lifeless from lack of sleep in a way that had garnered him a few concerned glances. Not that he cared; none of it really mattered...

The nicotine was keeping him awake and functioning through the day, and he was going through packs at a rate he never had before. He was down to his very last when he stepped into Smoke & Mirrors, looking strung-out in a way that only became embarrassing once he realized he knew someone else in the store. Scarlett, who had claimed to be a fan of his cooking. Suddenly, this started feeling a lot like a 'fall from grace' moment. "Hey. Uh, how's it going?"

[zombieslab]

good morning to the like 12 hc fans on this website. i have SO many of these i scheduled them for every sunday for the next like 2 months i am not normal about this game sorry

[midnightsun-if]

What would the Ros' reaction be like when killing someone to protect Mc?

Koda: "I'm sorry it had to come to this," he murmurs, gently lowering the body to the ground. The sentiment coming from anyone else would have rung false, but a sincerity lurks within his soft brown gaze that made the bittersweet truth all the more apparent. He knows that if it ever came down to protecting his mate or not taking a life, he'd choose his mate every time, but that didn't make the heaviness on his chest any lighter. "My mama always taught me that you only kill what you need to. Never more than that, because the universe will be unbalanced, and it'll end up righting itself by coming back to haunt you." Koda shakes his head, brow furrowed. "I'm sorry that your death became a necessity."

Scarlett: Blood had never tasted so sweet. Droplets of crimson fall down alabaster fingers as Scarlett grips what remained of the throat she had just torn out, a snarl etched across an elegant face, full lips pulled back in the beginning of a primal growl, fangs coated in red. "Did you think that I wouldn't hunt you? That I wouldn't tear this world apart in order to find the insolent little worm that thought it was okay to harm her?" Her grip tightens, delighting in the strangled gurgle of pain the action causes, as she brings the insipid creature closer. "Your gravest error, besides hurting her, was thinking you'd ever be able to escape. I would let cities turn to ash if it meant I could bask in the warmth the fire cast with her by my side. I would bring ruin and damnation upon the gods themselves, even if it meant I was cast to hell, because I would know what it felt like to have heaven in my arms." Scarlett cocks her head to the side, the ghost of a sardonic smirk appearing briefly. "Taking your life? Is the smallest of sacrifices that I'm willing to make for my heart."

Cyrus/Cyra: A Healer. You're a Healer. The words ring through their mind, sounding vaguely like their grandfather, as they stare at the body in front of them, blood staining the ground in a horrific display; a shade that matched the brilliant vermillion hue that their own eyes had become, soft gold being eclipsed by fiery red. A Healer. You're a Healer. It's a sentiment that echoes tauntingly as they watch the light leave the other's eyes, a grim melancholy settling over them because they know that a single drop of a golden tear would have prevented it. "I am," they whisper, their grip on the still pristine fabric of their pants tightening further. "I am a Healer but before that, before anything, I am theirs."

Quinn: Should have made them suffer. Made them scream. Their wolf snarls, clearly angry at the lack of Quinn's "proper" response to the threat that had been imposed upon their mate. "Enough," Quinn orders, a growl working its way into their voice. They could envision their wolf clearly; the large form pacing in the mental prison Quinn had entrapped it in. "We're not like our family. We're better. We do not do what they would have done." Sapphire blue eyes glint dangerously underneath the moonlight, a sharpness hardening the usually calm expression. They know their words would do little to appease their wolf -- not when it was in hunt mode -- but Quinn would never let themself become what they had once been. "Besides," they continue, their eyes taking in the mangled form before them. "I think we made them suffer plenty."

Caden: Despite their personal feelings on the individual perishing before them, Caden would never forsake their sworn duty -- something that had given them a purpose for so long; their only one, if they were being honest with themself. Until you came along. Silver eyes, a haunting shade of argent in the moonlight, meet the dimming gaze of the person they had just killed, an icy chill working itself out from their chest as they grasp a slackening cheek. "It's alright," they intone, voice carrying sharply across the gentle breeze, wrapping itself within the very sounds of nature. "You can rest now."

Sloane: Harsh breaths escape chapped lips, almost panting due to the exertion, as bloodily bruised fists continue to slam into the figure that had tried to take their everything from them. They had already lost their home once; they weren't about to let some asshole, with a superiority complex and a penchant to not know what was good for them, take the one they had only just found. Stop. Enough. The command from their wolf, harsh in its softness, would normally be ignored, shrugged off like an annoying gnat that still persisted to invade their personal space, but their bone-deep tiredness, coupled by their own fears, causes them to finally halt their movements. Hazel eyes honing in on the mess they had made, but they can't bring themself to feel too bad. Not if it meant that you'd be okay, that you'd be safe, due to their actions.

Blake: A small grimace flits across their features, violet eyes narrowed in disgust as they observe the small flecks of red that had suddenly decided to reside on their silk shirt. "That's just unsanitary," they mutter, sending a sharp glare towards the still form before them. "It didn't have to happen, you know? Wouldn't have cared if you had gone after anyone else, but you had to go after them." They settle on their haunches, a snarl twisting their typically docile expression. "And that?" Blake shakes their head; blonde curls being displaced on their forehead. "That is simply unforgivable."

Reginald/Regina: "I-I'm s-sorry. I'm so sorry." The knife, still stained a nauseating crimson, falls from their laxed grip, the clatter of it striking the ground only a dulcet sound compared to the static that had begun to build within their ears. Nausea swirled within their stomach, anguish squeezing their throat in a vice grip, as tears steadily begin to make a trail down their face. Pain, unlike anything they had ever felt before, rips through their chest like the knife had only done a moment before to the figure laying prone on the ground. I had to do it. I had to protect them. I didn't have a choice. They slowly sink to the ground, shaking hands tearing at their hair. I didn't have a choice. I didn't have a choice. I didn't have a cho--