things have been tense ever since getting back to kildare county, but kiara doesn’t know what else any of them could have expected. it was why she hadn’t wanted to come back, wasn’t it? the hot water and electricity had been a plus, but things with her parents feel as splintered as ever. kie is sure she isn’t helping her case any now, sitting on a half rotted plastic chair in the yard of the chateau, but she can’t bring herself to leave. it’s the only place she’s ever really associated with the word home, and she needs it right now. they all do. from the corner of her eye she watches jj and big john across the yard — the biggest wild card they’ve gotten so far. obviously she’s thrilled to have him back, but she can only imagine how overwhelming it’s been for his son. “hey,” she starts, sipping her beer and nudging john b’s boot with her foot. her head nods towards his father and their friends, “where’s your head at with all this? we haven’t gotten to talk since...” since she’d been thrown in the back of a truck? she definitely doesn’t want to think about that, a chill creeping down her spine. “since everything. shit’s been crazy.”
"I took the gun for our protection. If I didn't have the damn gun on me Topper would've drowned your ass." The cops already knew it was JJ. There were witnesses at the party. They had bigger issues than a few kooks pissing them off. "Ever since we found Scooter's boat it just has been leading us into deeper shit. Were getting in over our heads. Whatever happened to your dad, could happen to us if we keep searching for this gold. The gun is the least of our problems." JJ was getting a little fearful after almost walking into Scooter's wife getting knocked around. "Those guys know we were in the marsh. We're probably next."
Another edit and rp love post. Each of these blogs have become amazing friends who are constantly there to plot, write, laugh, and edit. They are way more quality than me on all fronts and true friends showing the real spirit of pogue life. They also have understood my recent writer’s block and given such kindness and patience. True amazing and gifted muns and parts of tumblr with which I am grateful to linger on
[ two more blogs not pictured?canon but just as much apart of my rp and writing family @conradism @borndark ]
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you have found yourself hungered or sickened or ambitious to the point of emotional carnage. you are fine, until you're not, and then you could rip someone in your way apart with your bared teeth by complete accident, and later claw at yourself in fits of pain trying to apologize. do you look at the moon that blessed you in her name, at her marred beauty and baneful eyes, and wish she could just crush that loving-hateful heart of yours before it crushes itself? every bite you take out of flesh is a response to the threads of silver bullets in you that haven't healed. the duality is that the human inside is howling too, gnashing, and without the wolf pelt, everyone can ignore it and turn away. at some point, you got tired of the moon being your only witness. now the wolf is there to make sure others know that you are hurt, and deserving of humanity, of attention to wounds. because that wolf loves you; all of you; and knows when you are hurt better than yourself.
[ I was sent a few headcanon questions for Sarah so I thought I would make it a sort of tag - I tag @jaymaybnk @kierras @pogueframed @sulsurfer @cfknights @conradism ]
1.If there was one person in the crew that your muse would wish they were more like, who would it be?
Sarah has always secretly envied JJ. Not in the way that you hold some sort of hatred, but the way that has you sit back and ponder. The way that makes your hands clap a little harder for your friend. JJ is unapologetically himself. He handles the worst with a sort of sunshine that is unassuming and abrasive. He has every reason to be crushed under weight to harsh for him to carry and is somehow a diamond.
2.Who would your muse first come too with good or bad news?
Honestly, it would be all of her pogues, but John B is her husband. His arms have held the happiest moments and the fragments of her soul. His mind when not utterly lost on treasure is more helpful than he gets credit for.
3. What is a movie your muse really doesn’t enjoy?
JJ has made her watch lady and the tramp as a joke about her and John B and she has to remember that she is fond of him. Otherwise, her and Kie like to make a lot of jokes about the boys movie night picks though they like most movies
4. Are there any childhood habits your muse has not overcome?
Sarah has a lack of self preservation skills some of the time and a thirst for a healthy amount of danger. But even as a kook princess, she finds herself searching for physical comfort in others when despair courts her. Wether it’s John B, Kie, or the others. She needs to feel the physical wrap of love and safety or the butterfly beat of their heart against her skin.
5. What three words would they use to describe their personality?
Loyal, Stubborn, Kind
6.What’s their favorite article of clothing?
It’s not technically clothing, but the day that Kie gave her those knit bracelets made any of the flighty nature in her heart weary of rejection quiet. A coming home. An acceptance. A kiss to her heart to look at. A family.
7. What’s their favorite candle/ hygenine scent?
Growing up around old rich people, Lavender was plentiful and makes her feel like coming home to a better childhood than she had ever had.
8. Do they sing in the shower?
Taylor Swift in the shower is a must. She will never get over having the other pogues overhear herself and John B’s dramatic shower duets one day.
9. What’s their handwriting like?
Cursive. Neat. Attempts at being the perfect girl used to be expected of her.
10. Do they play any instruments?
Like any rich kid, she was forced into piano lessons though scarcely remembers. She knows her way around a guitar at a campfire though.
11. What’s your muses favorite teen movie trope?
Aside from family angst, she adores a good makeover montage
12. What’s your muses sexuality?
I write Sarah as bi with a leaning to men.
13. What was their secret hiding place as a child?
Sarah was a height kind of kid. A tree house, roof, etc. But as a young girl, she would crawl into bed with Rafe.
14. Do they bellieve in happy endings?
Sarah refuses to lose her optimism in the true nature of people and will fight for her happy ending
15. What was the first physical feature that attracted your muse to their lover?
Eyes and Jaw. John B could be an abercrombie model in Sarah’s world
It was early, but Sarah couldn’t help but feel restless. Things were so quiet that it put everything on edge. Felt like they were on the precipe. Someone had to do do the laundry of their near communal wardrobe even if she had to pull about five different discarded shirts off JJ laid out like a cat on the coffee table. He clearly drank more than she thought. The chateu felt more homelike and safe than anything she had ever gone through.John B could be a right idiot, but he was her right idiot. And it was certainly unfair for any man to look as attractive as he did stretched out on a bed. The sun kissing his shirtless frame like oil as those doe eyes locked on to hers. Eyes were the windows to the soul. So many people had eyes like mirrors showing only what you wanted to see or nothing at all. The floppy haired boy she loved’s vivid orbs were that of windows. Open and honest with unseen depths. It was part of why she truly let him in to see her rugged edges. He had held her heart and decided to craddle instead of drop it. It didn’t stop the blonde’s worry about pushing people away before they could hurt you. Yet, no one had made her feel so serene particularly by being. Adventure courted them often. She loved the feeling of doing something bold enough to make her future hold its breath while she closed her eyes and reveled in the sensation that she’d made a choice with the power to alter the course of her life.After all someone had to protect their family and their futures, happy endings can be caught, but they are difficult to hold on to. They are dreams that want to escape the night. They are treasure with wings. They are wild, feral, reckless things that need to be constantly chased, or they will certainly run away. “I simply meant that waking up with your wife to domestic bliss in order to fix the air conditioning is not nearly as bad or difficult as nearly dying. Honestly, vlad, were is your sense of adventure.” she teased. And maybe her mouth quirked like the devil before he fell. Eyelashes batting lightly. The heat clearly frazzling her hair though nothing as warm as his sleepy gaze focused on her. The shirt taking a second for her to notice though caught. “I guess you don’t want to put on clothes. Not that I mind, I’m enjoying the view. If you come- I’ll make it up to you. Besides, I want to hang out with you without being shot at for a moment or JJ pretending to barf.”
most active muse: Hope is the loudest most of the time but I have a collection of a billion fandoms
experience / how many years: 6 years on tumblr. I think almost 4 years rp
platforms you use: tumblr mostly though i have recently tried discord
best experience: friendships. I am a naturally quiet person and being disabled means that I am often alone. there are so many kind people and deep friendships I have made here with our own little worlds
rp pet peeves: people thinking they are better than others wether thats having a hateful experience or judging others based on the edits and overall look of their blog
fluff, angst, or smut: fluff angst is usually my cup of tea though I am a mixed bag writer
plots or memes: i like both! when I start with a new writer, sometimes, I just need to pants the plot first. Usually memes to break the ice than I change
long or short replies: both though I am a rambler
best time to write: friday nights I usually have a lot of muse though usually during the day
are you like your muses: of all my muses, Hope would call me the kettle to her pot. My therapist actually watched the originals and legacies and her mouth fell open for my personality and a lot of life stuff being similar
I’m going to tag some people I would like to get to know better or see do this
@aigonakru @demolitionsman @trinitros @koroldemonov @rebelcliche @pogueframed @emctionalsupportgoat @mvndrvke @conradism @averrse and literally anyone else though my new grisha friends filled this list ;]
this is a fun dynamic isn't it? a big burly character, often aloof, finding warmth and love while caring for a little helpless person or animal. and so that's the duality here, one where you can be tough and butch and gruff, but that's because you're protecting a deep sense of wonder and delight for what you love that others have poked at before. it's not selfish to enjoy that side of yourself, and it's not weak to show it either. i promise i promise, the right people want to see you love.
tagged by: @pogueframed
tagging: @conradism , @kiingkook , @cfknights & whoever else wants to do it
@pogueframed: ❛ if you have something to say, spit it out. ❜
kiara carrera has never been good at hiding her emotions — she wears her heart on her sleeve, every little feeling she feels showing clearly on her face, no matter how much she might hate it. she can’t hide anything from anyone, but she especially can’t hide anything from john b who knows her better than just about anyone. so it comes as no surprise when he calls her out now. sarah cameron’s name had slipped from between his lips and a storm that could rival agatha brewed behind kie’s eyes as they roll dramatically and clouds darkening her entire being. she hadn’t even tried to hide her reaction, though she couldn’t have even if she wanted to. a brow raises at john b’s words, arms crossing over her chest and her hip jutting out. “oh, i have a lot to say,” she huffs out. “how about the fact that you’re being an idiot? let’s start there.” and though kiara means for the words to come out harsh and cutting, there is no denying concern that swims in chocolate hues — because john b might not know what he’s getting into with the kook princess, but kiara does. she has been burned by that flame before, still has the scars to prove it.