#‹ ✦ ˚ poppy: headcanon. this is not a cohesive girl but one of patchwork pieces and multicolored thread. ›

[foggedgrief]

so noemi and nicky were in part one but this is part two and y’all are going to get the loves of my life, poppy finnegan ( click here to find some quick facts about my boy ) and sebastian lazzaro ( click here to find some quick facts about my girl ) ! wanted connections can be found here.

be warned ! before you click that handy dandy little read more, the following triggers will be discussed : death ( multiple deaths due to the fog, not explicit : poppy ), divorce ( not traumatic, amenable divorce : laz ) !

writing  letters  to  your  mother  even  though  she’ll  never  read  them,  praying  for  forgiveness  when  you  press  flowers  between  pages  when  you  play  god  with  life  and  death,  staring  at  the  fog  from  your  perch  on  your  window  sill  wondering  what  it  might  be  like  to  stay  for  a  while,  the  ever  dawning  realization  that  you  are  less  than  you  could  be  but  more  than  you  were,  the  desire  to  wear  masks  more  interesting  than  your  own  (  what  would  your  mother  say  that  you  wish  to  be  someone  other  than  your  own  self  ?  )

penelope jean finnegan is the eldest child of the finnegan family and is like a de facto rory gilmore with just how often she’s seen around town and i mean that in the best kind of way. 

it’s mostly thanks to her mama, the late dottie finnegan. if you only knew one person in town, it was probably dottie. she owned the mad batter, has made almost every confectionary sold at the school’s bake sake, has made every birthday cake for most people in town since she was fourteen, and just radiated the best kind of mom energy that you would look for in another person. 

poppy was relatively popular in high school and was an active member of the thespian troupe. she won a superior and second place in the state level thespian competition in costume design and she’s been designing and sewing her own clothes since then. she also worked at the bakery from the time she was sixteen until she went off to college and was prom queen her senior year. 

also in high school, poppy and her parents converted one of the rooms in the house into an artistically inviting space and sometimes poppy treated it more like her bedroom than her actual bedroom when she was in school. while dottie expressed most of her art through paints, sketches, and cakes, poppy has always had a desire to design her own clothes and make them. she does take commissions around prom season for a little extra pocket money and opens her etsy store as early as january and runs through june for prom and graduation. 

she met her now boyfriend ( ex ? maybe ! ) in college and dual majored in two business degrees, one in entrepreneurship and one in marketing. she did so with the explicit of interest in going back to her family business and expanding it into a franchise across the state and eventually into a generational empire of baked goods and love. 

for legal reasons that’s mostly a joke but with her degrees and moving back to town, though, she did begin cultivating their social media presence and started nationally shipping orders about two years ago. the company has a large following, especially on tiktok, where poppy maintains her own account, the mad batter’s, and the finnefam account for the finnegan family. they are those people. 

poppy was always especially close to her mother and the loss of dottie has been horrifically detrimental to her stability and the additional loss of one of her best friends, max, only sent a downward turn into a spiral. all she wants is for the world to straighten out again but she doesn’t really even know what that means. 

when poppy came home from college, her arm was linked with marcus’ and they moved into the one bedroom mother in law apartment behind the family’s home. it’s cute as fuck and dottie helped her design it but it’s suffocatingly familiar with all of these losses that she’s found herself staying in her childhood bedroom instead of with marcus. ser maxibald, their corgi, is staying with marcus. 

when she took the job at the tower, it was under the excuse of wanting to make sure that august stayed safe. and maybe one day she’ll believe her own lie but if she had to choose between sitting up in a tower amongst the fog that took her mother and going to work at the bakery like her mother did every day for as long as she could remember... well the forest starts to look good after a while.

literally will fight anyone, including the fog, for the safety of her siblings and father. is 10/10 taking her anger, frustration, and sadness out on her father and boyfriend and honestly that’s not healthy and she knows it but we all do strange things in the fog of grief. 

the  desperate  feeling  that  sits  on  your  chest  when  you  feel  the  need  to  drown  out  the  silence,  the  walk  of  shame  when  you  have  to  collect  your  bowls  and  dishes  from  your  room  and  bring  them  to  the  kitchen,  happier  days  filled  with  love  and  laughter  polluted  by  sixty  hour  work  weeks  and  fifty  too  many  missed  recitals,  appointments,  holidays,  vibrant  dreams  of  better  days  and  waking  up  alone,  still  reaching  to  fidget  with  a  ring  that  isn’t  there  anymore.

sebastian isaac lazzaro, known as bash by his family, laz by everyone else in the world, grew up in pine haven and had that all american kind of boy small towns love to publish articles about when they get into a major state school on a scholarship for their athletic prowess and talk about that one time they rescued a cat from a tree. 

his sport was soccer and he got a full ride to umaine for it. he pursued a bachelor’s degree in criminal justice and law. he went to law school and spent a few years at a practice in massachusetts before deciding to apply to the fbi. your man passed through training with flying colors and was assigned to his first choice, the behavioral analysis unit. 

laz married the sister of one of his closest friends in high school, rory finnegan. they didn’t start dating until they were at university of maine together and he was absolutely head over heels for her. she showed up a year later and it felt like a better time than any to ask her out properly without the prying eyes of the town trying to figure out what their relationship was and if it was more than friendly. 

they were married for about twelve years and dated for another five on top of that. they were married about a year after she graduated from college and divorced a little over a year ago. though their divorce didn’t end back of a lack of love, laz didn’t know how to appropriately prioritize his family over his work and watched the best people in his life slip through his fingers. 

they did have a daughter, sophia. she’s twelve now. she was named after laz’s mother and she’s the light of his life. when his wife first served him with papers, he agreed that she should take primary custody of sophia because of the unpredictable nature of his schedule and a desire to devote himself to a schedule he wouldn’t fuck up. he bought them a house in pine haven so his wife could be close to her brother and sophia be close to her cousins. the town isn’t the safest because of the fog but he knew that crime wasn’t going to be an issue. 

he’s incredibly consistent with his support payments and adheres almost rigidly to the custody agreement. now that he’s back in town because of the disappearances, though, things a little awkward. they haven’t had to see each other for this long before and laz is conflicted on how to approach something very obvious to him and his team: his love for his wife and the fact that every time he leaves pine haven, he leaves his heart behind too. 

but on to lighter notes: murder. laz hunts down serial killers for a living and helps construct the profiles that bring them to justice. it was in his office that he got the notification of death for his former sister in law, dorothy finnegan. laz had to leave the room when he saw her face among the missing and returned a few minutes later to tell the team to get together and they were flying out the same day. he didn’t really tell anyone he was coming back to town and has been here for two weeks. the last time he was in town was for whatever the most recent major holiday was because he spends his holidays with the finnegans, usually. 

over all good man. gives good hugs but not as good as nicky. 7.5 / 10.

[foggedgrief]

𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞  :  send a ♡ ! 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬  :  accepting. 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠  :  @ofunexpecteds​ (  marcus  +  poppy  ) 

FRIENDS.  childhood  friends  ·  work  friends  ·  family  friends  ·  recently  friends  ·  turning  antagonistic  ·  turning  into  something  romantic  ·  stable  ·  falling  apart  ·  friendship  of  need  ·  friendship  of  circumstance  (  pen  -  pals  or  internet  friends  )  ·  coworkers  ·  partners  ·  other  

ROMANCE.  childhood  sweethearts  ·  newly  entered  ·  soulmates  ·  skinny  love  ·  unrequited  from  my  muse’s  side  ·  unrequited  from  your  muse’s  side  ·  friends  with  benefits  ·  awkward  ·  fading  ·  turning  toxic  ·  toxic  and  destructive  ·  other  (  spouses  )  

FAMILIAL  BOND.  sibling  bond  ·  older  sibling  figure  to  your  muse  ·  younger  sibling  figure  to  your  muse  ·  parental  figure  to  your  muse  ·  parental  figure  to  your  muse  ·  guardian  figure  ·  legal  guardian  ·  other 

ENEMIES.  dangerous  to  themselves  ·  dangerous  to  others  ·  unpredictable  ·  passionate  ·  rivals  ·  petty  ·  developing  into  a  sexual  tension  ·  developing  into  a  romantic  tension  ·  based  off  family  matters  ·  based  of  circumstance  ·  based  off  of  professional  matters  ·  based  off  of  misunderstandings  or  lies  ·  other 

when  i  pulled  the  lovers  card  for  poppy,  the  description  included,  ❛  no  one  else  would  notice  the  difference,  if  there  even  is  a  difference,  but  you  could  swear  they  have  more  vertebrae  than  usual.  you  count  the  notches  on  their  back.  you  watch  them  breathe.  you  pray  they  don’t  turn  around.  ❜  and  for  a  moment  she  felt  so seen.  for  poppy  it's  the  depressive  state  she's  in  that's  her  monstrous  loverm  mentioned  above.  the  conflict  of  who  she  was  and  who  she  will  be  if  she  does  not  change  her  ways  in  the  next  few  weeks  means  potentially  becoming  the  monster  she  shares  her  bed  with.  marcus  doesn’t  deserve  to  sleep  next  to  that  and,  even  though  he  deserves  to  know,  poppy  doesn’t  know  how  to  communicate  what  she  needs  because  she  doesn’t  know  either.

labelled  both  stable  and  falling  apart  because  maybe  that’s  how  poppy  sees  herself  and  she’s  just  projecting.  in  the  ideal  world,  they  make  it  through  this,  they  hold  it  together,  and  they  bridge  the  gap  but  this  isn’t  ideal  and  it’s  not  marcus’  fault.  poppy  needs  a  support  system  that  she  has  systematically  begun  to  push  away,  seeking  comfort  on  her  own  terms  but  not  acknowledging  that  she  needs  more  than  emotional  bandaids.  fear  has  settled  into  her  bones,  a  desperate  craving  to  protect  herself  from  this  pain  of  loss  again  by  cutting  down  on  the  number  of  people  in  her  world.

[foggedgrief]

writing  letters  to  your  mother  even  though  she’ll  never  read  them,  praying  for  forgiveness  when  you  press  flowers  between  pages  when  you  play  god  with  life  and  death,  staring  at  the  fog  from  your  perch  on  your  window  sill  wondering  what  it  might  be  like  to  stay  for  a  while,  the  ever  dawning  realization  that  you  are  less  than  you  could  be  but  more  than  you  were,  the  desire  to  wear  masks  more  interesting  than  your  own  (  what  would  your  mother  say  that  you  wish  to  be  someone  other  than  your  own  self  ?  )

‹ ✦ ˚ poppy: aesthetic. like the skies at night she is a thousand and one colors. ›

‹ ✦ ˚ poppy: answered. she would serve her heart to you on a silver platter if you asked. ›

‹ ✦ ˚ poppy: interactions. she screams in the fog her prayers to a god she doesn’t believe in. ›

‹ ✦ ˚ poppy: headcanon. this is not a cohesive girl but one of patchwork pieces and multicolored thread. ›

‹ ✦ ˚ poppy: mirror. she is more like sunrise than sunset，she is a glittering kind of gold. ›

‹ ✦ ˚ poppy: musing. should you need a friend in the darkness，she will be your brightest light. ›

‹ ✦ ˚ poppy: wanted. if there’s any part of you worth loving，she will find it. ›

‹ ✦ ˚ poppy + rory. the stars are beautiful but they sit passively，stop acting like the stars. ›

‹ ✦ ˚ poppy + dottie. i’m so sorry to say that a beast has broken free from your daughter’s bones. ›

‹ ✦ ˚ poppy + august. conflicting storybooks never much bothered us. ›

‹ ✦ ˚ poppy + seven. we’ve gone beyond the looking glass my dear and straight through to wonderland. ›