#sustainably-du-mortain

[nat-seal-well]

hullo!! if you're taking requests, can I ask for lying, bouquet, maple leaf, pencil, cloud & love letter for Marin from the emoji ask please👀💙 (I hope it's not too much)

Hi!!

Lying: are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

They're terrible at it, haha. Whenever Marin lies, or tries to, they shift their weight from foot to foot and crack their knuckles. It's painfully obvious to anyone who's spent any amount of time with them.

Bouquet: create a bouquet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite?

Marin likes flowers, but they don't like the huge, over-the-top arrangements. They'd love simple ones that are all just the same flower in different colors: roses. because those are their favorite. Red (for love) white (for loyalty) and lavender (for wonder) would probably the the ones they would appreciate the most :)

Maple Leaf: what is their favourite season? why?

Winter is Marin's favorite season! It gives them an excuse to wear all of their cozy sweaters, haha. During winter they also sneak away as often as they can to go on secret trips to their favorite beach so that they can watch the waves, especially the king tides that happen in January.

Pencil: is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?

"He is slow, and the sea sings to us both, but he returns to me." From The Scorpio Races book, by Maggie Stiefvater <3

Cloud: a soft headcanon

Whenever they spend the night with Nat in her room, they snuggle with the rabbit plushie from the carnival so that it'll smell like them on nights that they aren't there with her :)

Love Letter: do they like love letters? what kind of messages do they leave for their partner?

Marin adores them. They think love letters are super sweet and they treasure each one Nat leaves for them to find; they're all in a box on their bookshelf. When Marin writes letters for her, they're usually about a page, because they worry about some of the sheets getting lost on accident if they're longer than that. They're a way for Marin to try to put down all the feelings they have that they can't say out loud with their voice: usually it's all the little things Nat has done throughout the day that leave them all mushy and soft, or her quirks that they think are adorable, or just thoughts about her that have been on their mind. Marin folds them up as nicely as they can afterward and hides them in the library, between the pages of Nat's favorite books.

Thank you so much for this ask, friend!! It was a lot of fun, haha <33333

[thee-morrigan]

I want to ask about so many of your wips, they sound amazing!! But I'm going to restrain myself and ask for only one, I'd love to know more about A sorta fairytale, if you're willing to share👀💜

SO WILLING (also you are *lovely*, tysm <333). so, I have a thing for small-town museums/historical societies. specifically, how weirdly comprehensive and elaborate they can be, despite obviously limited resources/potential audience scope. and they have all kinds of mundane shit that, collectively, becomes a material history of the town/surrounding county (and thereby functionally a cultural archives resource). to the extent that there are actual research centers with fairly extensive archives collections in what are otherwise middle-of-nowhere towns. and I recently learned that a lot of these orgs also have mortuary archaeology/cemetery studies departments.

and then I decided to put one of those in Wayhaven (also, not that it super matters, but I decided Wayhaven is in Michigan. for reasons.).

disregarding the question of why she would ever come back to Wayhaven absent the canon storyline, if Holland *did* end up back in her hometown, she would obviously NOT choose to be a cop lmao. but she WOULD be very suited to mortuary archaeology (look, she doesn't get to work in a lab in canon, I am giving her one in my au).

as to why Nate's in Wayhaven: he's doing research for a book related to social history and material culture in the rural Midwest. and Wayhaven just so happens to have a reasonably impressive archives gallery with relevant materials.

and maybe the first day he visits the gallery, Holland just so happens to be filling in for the person who's usually at the research desk.

and maybe that chance meeting results in lots of flirty banter and subsequent research montages. maybe there's also a road trip. who's to say? (me. I am to say. there are ALL of those things. there is also a dog.)

wip title ask game

[thecryptidenthusiast]

I'd love to know more about Dinners, Dates, and Something in Between pls 👀

It started as just a little idea of Abby and Nate trying to plan dates, just for life and work to interrupt their attempts. So Nate decides to do a sort of impromptu dinner at Abby’s apartment to make up for it.

Started as a small idea that ended up with a much larger word count then I’d been planning, and it kind of kept growing the more I worked on it lol!

[grapecaseschoices]

48, 27 & 99 for your Spotify wrapped👀

Where's My Love - SYML

Cold sheets, oh, where's my love? I am searching high I'm searching low in the night Ooh, does she know that we bleed the same? Ooh, don't wanna cry but I break that way Did she run away? Did she run away? I don't know If she ran away, if she ran away, come back home Just come home

also this part:

Ooh, if you've bled, I bleed the same Ooh, if you're scared, I'm on my way

Shut up and Dance - WALK THE MOON [Gonna be in my Hiyam/Orion playlist NO MATTER WHAT!!]

She took my arm I don't know how it happened We took the floor and she said "Oh, don't you dare look back Just keep your eyes on me" I said, "You're holding back" She said, "Shut up and dance with me" This woman is my destiny She said, "Ooh-hoo Shut up and dance with me" Oh, come on, girl Deep in her eyes I think I see the future I realize this is my last chance She took my arm I don't know how it happened We took the floor and she said

And 99 was Pompeii by Bastille.

[wayhavensecretsanta]

She enjoys the way they understand each other without having to talk. She loves knowing that she can confide in Adam without fearing like he’s going to judge her for anything she says and she loves that he feels comfortable enough around her to do the same.

What a wonderful exploration of a relationship between the detective and (more than) BFF Adam! It makes sense that Adam would feel a little frightened by someone getting this close to him, this quickly. Even when it's not in a romantic way (yet).

The back-and-forth between them was a lot of fun to read. It really would have been so easy to get out of that dinner, haha!

Campfire woes

Fandom: The Wayhaven Chronicles Characters: Adam du Mortain & detective (Raziela Jakowlewna) Word count: 2k A/N: here's my contribution to the @wayhavenficexchange. @hypnostanatos I had so much fun trying to figure out Raziela and hope I did them justice. I couldn't resist going with implied polyam Adam x Raziela x Mason, so I hope you'll enjoy this!

Raziela has only been away for a few minutes, yet when she steps back into Tina’s garden, the scene she gazes upon is completely different from the one she had witnessed all evening.

Earlier this week, the newly appointed detective invited Raziela and the team for a dinner around the campfire. Surprisingly, it didn’t take much to convince Adam to let the team attend the party. 

Their host is currently in the kitchen, clearing up the dishes, with Verda and Agent Pierson, whom Raziela had barely managed to avoid when coming out of the bathroom. Nat is sitting across from her, on the other side of the bonfire, speaking with Verda’s husband. She can’t hear what they’re talking about over the crackling of the fire, but judging by the way Eric’s hands are moving as he speaks, and knowing Nat’s enthusiasm for all kinds of subjects, this must be an interesting conversation. Farah is nowhere to be seen, but judging by the fits of laughter and screams following the sounds of water splashing, Raziela can easily guess that she has taken Verda and Eric’s daughters to the lake. Mason has also disappeared. She saw him walk away into the surrounding woods, the red glow of a cigarette hanging upon his lips following him. He hasn’t reappeared since.

Seeing that she has some time left before the rest of the party gathers back around the campfire, Raziela takes out the book she brought along - a collection of horror short-stories she had been saving for a gloomy autumn day. Yet, when Adam sits next to her a few minutes later, she hasn’t made it past the first sentence of the first short-story, reading it over and over again without being able to focus on it.

“Where have you been?” She asks without looking up.

“I was just making sure Farah is not letting your friends’ children too close to the water…”

Raziela snorts. “You know, you should give her a little more credit. She’s great at looking after me, and I’m way more insufferable than Verda’s kids.”

She’s not sure whether or not she should be offended over the fact that Adam takes a moment to debate whether he should agree or pretend that he doesn’t but, in true Adam fashion, he doesn’t spare her feelings. “You really are insufferable”

At least he has the decency to hold back a laugh when she gasps, feigning to be offended. She cannot resist teasing him back.

 “She’s better with kids than you are, anyways-” she quips, deliberately marking a pause to gauge his reaction. He barely manages to hide a frown before she adds, “-so, leave her be.”

“I also went to look for Mason but couldn’t find him.” Adam says before silence can settle between them. She replies with a nod.

She can understand why Mason left. This whole party. The noises and scents coming from the bonfire. The smell of grilled meat and vegetables tainting the air. The mingled conversations and Verda’s daughters being their noisy selves. This can be a lot to deal with. She’s already struggling with it, so she can’t imagine what it must be like with heightened senses. So, she assumed he needed a break and would come back when he was ready.

Adam’s voice breaks her out of her own thoughts. “Horror stories? Really?”

“This is Tina’s doing. According to her, ‘campfire parties suck without scary stories’. I think she forgot to take into account the fact that there would be kids at her party.”

Adam laughs. It’s an actual laugh, not a repressed one, nor a snort. She cannot help but chuckle at the unexpected reaction.

Noticing that he seems to be in a good mood, she ventures to ask the question that’s been eating her up all evening. “You know, I think this is the first time I’ve seen you eat actual human food. I thought Nat was the only one who liked it.”

“She is, but we can’t risk your friends getting suspicious over our behavior. So we had to eat.”

“You say this as if your daily behavior isn’t the most suspicious thing ever.”

“We are not suspicious. We are professionals!” Raziela watches as Adam tries not to lose his cool.

“Professionals who often let a ‘you, humans’ slip in a conversation. Not to mention that one of us is absolutely shit with technology. Come on, I’m bad with it, but Nat is on another level. Even the local elders do better than her with a computer.” Seeing Adam’s frown deepen, she decides to stop before her comments actually get on his nerves. “Anyways, I really appreciate the effort you all put in, coming to dinner with me. You didn’t have to.”

“Of course, we did.” For a moment, she lets herself hope that he really did this for her, but then he adds: “We have to spend time with your friends if we do not want our cover to be blown away.”

She feels so stupid. It was obvious that was the sole reason they came. She should have known when he immediately agreed to come. They can’t risk having their secret uncovered because of her.

“You know I could have covered for you to, at least, avoid the dinner.” She says, trying her best to conceal her disappointment. “Although, it would have meant missing out on the hilarious grimaces you and Farah made, trying to act like this was the best food you’ve ever had. You’re lucky Tina knows about you, or she would have been offended. You’ll also have to thank Nat because she managed to keep Verda and Eric distracted long enough for them not to notice what was going on.”

“Cover for us?” Adam ignores the whole part about him and Farah making faces and asks, “What lie could you have possibly told them that would have given us a pass on this dinner?”

“That you guys were on patrol and would join later.” Raziela has to hold back a laugh as Adam’s mouth opens and closes multiple times without a single word coming out. Tears well in her eyes at his dumbfounded expressions when he realizes that this simple lie could have gotten them out of the awful dinner they had to go through. This is the most hilarious thing she has seen in a while. “It looked like you guys drew straws before coming to decide who would get to use the ‘I’m feeling sick’ card Mason played tonight.” 

The loud silence that follows her observation tells her she is spot on and she has to pinch herself not to bark out a laugh.

“You guys really are bad liars for people who work in a secret agency.”

“We wouldn’t have to lie if it weren’t for you.” Adam retorts. His words feel like knives and she winces at his sharp tone. As he doesn’t seem to notice how cutting his words are, she can’t help but wonder if he’s doing it on purpose.

For a moment, she thinks that he’s going to walk away, just like he has been doing for the past weeks anytime he throws a hurtful jab her way. Yet, this time, he stays and a tense silence settles between them. She doesn’t know how to bring up the conversation, damn, she doesn’t even know what this is about. 

So, she just sits there and considers picking her book back up, but that would only set back whatever discussion they need to have. Instead, she chooses to glare at Adam, realizing that this might be the only way to get him to talk. 

He stares back and she wonders if she opted for the wrong option until, after a long silence, he finally speaks.

“I’m sorry…” 

She waits for something more. She waits for him to explain why they can’t seem to spend more than five minutes in the same room without him spewing scorching comments her way. She waits for him to explain what has changed between them. But only silence meets her.

“No…” she sighs. “You don’t get to do that! You don’t get to apologize and leave me hanging there without a single clue as to why you’re acting that way!” She stops. Her voice had come out a little louder than she expected, catching Nat and Eric’s attention. “I thought we were past that. I thought that our lengthy bickering session had brought us closer…I thought we were friends.” She confesses under her breath, ignoring Nat and Eric’s gaze still turned towards them.

“We are.”

“Are we, really? Because, lately,  you’ve been making it sound like hanging out with me is nothing more than some sort of work obligation, Adam!”

“Raziela…” 

He has that pitiful look on his face, which she rarely sees, and she hates being on the receiving end of it. Not sure she wants to have that conversation after all, she makes to leave, when he grabs onto her wrist.

“I like you.”

“What!?” She flops down on her seat, thinking she misunderstood.

“I like you.” He repeats, before quickly adding, “Not romantically. There’s nothing like that between us, but I do really like you. As a friend. The same way I like Nat; although it seems to be a little different this time.” He rubs the back of his neck, looking a bit sheepish, not a word she ever thought of using to describe Adam.

“Wait a minute. I need to make sure I understand. You’re saying that you like me as a friend?” He nods. “Okay, now I’m lost. Why have you been acting like an asshole then?”

“It’s just that people don’t usually grow on me that fast.” He doesn’t even seem to notice the fact that Raziela called him an asshole.

“So, what? You panicked?”

“Yes… Not even Nat has ever managed to chip away at me this fast, so I guess I got scared, in a way.”

“Why? I mean, we’re just friends.” There’s a hint of hesitation in her voice as she says those words, because even she knows that the bond they’ve managed to create, over so little time, goes beyond that. She just never took the time to think about it.

“Because I’ve grown to care for you. Deeply.”

She thinks about all the little things she pretended not to notice, like the way he often seemed almost as worried as Mason whenever she got hurt. How he started looking for her approval, even for mundane things. The way they stopped arguing as often as they did in the beginning. How their quiet hanging out session had turned less boring and became moments to unwind in each other’s presence.

A sense of quiet overtakes Raziela as she reminisces about all the time they’ve spent together and how their relationship has evolved and, suddenly, she understands what he means because she feels the same way towards him. She enjoys the way they understand each other without having to talk. She loves knowing that she can confide in Adam without fearing like he’s going to judge her for anything she says and she loves that he feels comfortable enough around her to do the same.

So, she understands when he says that he likes her and that there isn’t anything romantic between them. He’s not attracted to her and neither is she attracted to him. Oh, he’s good looking, there’s no denying that. Tina would call her a fool if she did. He’s very dear to her, and with his confession, she now also knows that he has a soft spot for her. It’s just that those things don’t come into play when she thinks about Adam and the relationship they share and that is the main difference from what she shares with Mason.

 Before she can say anything, Verda’s voice echoes from the kitchen.

“Tina, please be careful!” He’s following her closely as steps out of the French doors, carrying a cake which precariously slides on the glass stand Verda lent her. 

Adam quickly moves to another seat, resuming their conversation but that might be for the best. 

Right now, she feels like he has opened Pandora's box and she’s not quite sure she’s ready to deal with it, just yet. So, in the meantime, she’ll keep calling Adam her best friend.

[serenpedac]

Rules: Make a poll of your favourite female characters (no limits - as many or as little as you want) and see which your followers like the most!

Thank you for tagging me @ava-du-mortain <3333 This was fun!

Tagging: @evilbunnyking, @narrativefoiltrope, @dasburnfrau, @sustainably-du-mortain, @thee-morrigan

[nsewell]

thank you to my beloveds @aztarion @nat-seal-well and @serenpedac for tagging me on this wip wednesday…i have another opera house date nat/detective snippet to offer, i promise this is inching close to being done i'm just being stingy with it. i'll tag @kirnet, @thee-morrigan, @sustainably-du-mortain no pressure of course 🫶

“You’re a vision,” she murmurs, honey-thick. You breathe in a whiff of her chosen fragrance for the evening--unfamiliar to you, it must be new. Sweet and earthy, blended accords that suit her well.  “For the price of these tickets, you’d think we’d pay more attention to the performance than each other," you say, schooling your expresion to something tamer than your thoughts. She laughs clear as a bell and rakes a gloved knuckle up your arm, right where your vein runs hot. You feel briefly like a sculpture admired by an artisan, a patron. There’s something about her hands, long fingered and elegant and covered as they are, the suggestion of desire veiled beneath smooth fabric. Caught up in the allure of it, you're completely unprepared for what she whispers next as she draws impossibly closer. “I’d pay obscene amounts just to admire you in beautiful places. Theaters, museums, gardens. There's no scenery you can’t improve upon.” The word obscene unravels from her lips and tinges your cheeks darker. It’s almost enough to make you forget that you have the upper hand here--your world has shrunk to the dilated pool of her eyes dropping down to your mouth; moments like these, she eschews the pretense of humanity and forgets to blink. In some forgotten realm, Orpheus hits a peaking crescendo. You clear the tightening chord of your own throat with a swallow and say, “There’s a thought.” Nat smiles her best I’m-enticing-and-I-know-it-smile and straightens, neck lengthening to return her focus to the performance. "But you're right," she says lightly. "This is a treat to savor–so eyes on the stage, ya rouhi. I don’t want you to miss a thing.”

[wayhavensecretsanta]

Overview

Here's a list of all the wonderful fics that have been written for this exchange 💖 Thank you all for being a part of this!

My spirit's alive, I want you to know. by @hypnostanatos for @evilbunnyking

mysterious fathoms below by @ava-du-mortain for @wayhavenots

Resilience by @deepinotomehell for @stolenoc

devotion's shadow by @rosejellyy for @deepinotomehell

Movie Night by @sanguineverefae for @apenapaperandadoofus

This is more than enough by @lalizah for @grapecaseschoices

Imprints by @stolenoc for @thee-morrigan

by allegoric bards by @agentnatesewellfor @lalizah

Beside this fountain's brink & Covalent by @wifebeast-s for @agentnatesewell

thank you for being a friend by @grapecaseschoices for @rosejellyy

Areen's Beacon by @sunshineandviolets for @ava-du-mortain

Hold on tight by @slushrottweiler for @doulyeah

midnight, the stars, and you by @thee-morrigan for @slushrottweiler

I Can Kerry a Tune by @wayhavenots for @itsren-again

Hypersenses & Stolen Glances by @doulyeah for @sanguineverefae

Movie Night by @sanguineverefae for @apenapaperandadoofus

strawberry menthos by @ejunkiet for @sunshineandviolets

Come Night, Come Morning by @lykegenia for @ejunkiet

Campfire woes by @sustainably-du-mortain for @hypnostanatos

Familiar by @itsren-again for @sustainably-du-mortain

Shearing the Rams by @evilbunnyking for @wifebeast-s

Under the Rain by @apenapaperandadoofus for @lykegenia

[deepinifhell]

♡ last line tag game. share the last line of your wip and tag as many people as it has words. Okay so most of my WIPs don't have last lines already written but here's this one:

Morgan’s hand presses against Neveah’s hip, drawing her and Cal a little closer.

tagged by @fauville tagging (no pressure! sorry for any double tags): @serenpedac @serial-chillr @sustainably-du-mortain @delucadarlingwriting

[brother-genitivi]

I was tagged by @wildlymish to make ocs in this mer themed meiker! Thank you so much <3

made my girl <3

tagging: @princeofstarkhaven @sustainably-du-mortain @herecomesbooboothefool @palipunk @vakarians-babe @tamarsart @cullenvhenan @nabulsi @tatert07s @gaysebastianvael @star--nymph @tzedekart @new-austin @canichangemyblogname @laz-laz-ace-pilot

[nat-seal-well]

Wip Wednesday!

I was tagged by @sustainably-du-mortain, who shared a snippet I absolutely adored 🥰

Tagging @nsewell @deepinifhell @crownleys @pinksparkl and anyone else who has anything they want to share!

Under the cut is a snippet from as short Morgan fic I’m working on :) It features Arlene with a cold and a Morgan who’s upset about it (but doesn’t really understand why)

Arlene has spent the entire day so far in bed. Normally it’s a good thing—Morgan likes her, and she likes her in bed. A lot. Fun things tend to happen there, both underneath and on top of the black blanket Arlene likes to get comfortable with. (It’s covered in lots of little skulls; she used to have a yellow bee when they first started hooking up, but the bright colors hurt Morgan’s eyes. Arlene switched it out one day without saying anything, and so Morgan didn’t mention it, either.)

It’s different this time, though. Because today, Arlene is curled up under her skull blanket and a quilt and her thick, black comforter. She looks like a lump with all the covers on top of her, and it’s difficult to believe she’s able to breathe.

A well-timed cough from Arlene proves Morgan that she can. And then another. And another. It grates on Morgan’s nerves, who hasn’t had a cigarette for the better part of the morning, but she’s able to ignore the discomfort as her mouth twists into a scowl. It sounds like it hurts.

“You don’t have to stay here, you know,” Arlene rasps once her fit is over. “You can go back to the warehouse.”

Leave her here? Alone? Really? “I’m good right where I am, sweetheart. Besides, I’m the one posted here today. Ava would be pissed at me if I ditched.”

[thee-morrigan]

Hi!! 7, 22, 30 & 52 for any ship you want to talk about, for the otp ask💜

several ships it is! :D

7. Would they build a pillow fort together just because? I think the only ones who would build a pillow fort together (or at least bc they’re both independently interested in a pillow fort) are Del and Felix. It would probably be hella elaborate, too, since Del’s background is in engineering. She absolutely draws pillow fort schematics.

As far as who would build a pillow fort and bully their partner into joining them? Petra. Petra has totally built a pillow fort and made Ava participate. I imagine the conversation goes something like this:

“If you’re gonna be my girlfriend, you have to do girlfriend things.” “And building a makeshift tent in your living room constitutes ‘girlfriend things’?” “Fort. And yes, that’s like, girlfriend things 101.” “This does not remotely resemble a fort.” “O-kay, if you’re so well-versed in forts then you build it.”

(in case it’s not super obvious, Ava builds her a pillow fort. And takes it way too seriously.)

22. What reminds each of their partner? I’m gonna do this one for Leila and Morgan. Something that reminds Morgan of Leila: the scent of murphy’s (lol) oil soap. Leila uses it to clean her paintbrushes — she almost always has a few freshly washed ones out to dry, so her kitchen often smells faintly of that soap. So really just the diluted smell of oranges, I guess, since that’s largely what the soap smells like. Something that reminds Leila of Morgan: the stars. especially during all those weeks she stayed at the warehouse, whenever she couldn’t sleep (not infrequent, unfortunately), she’d end up hanging out on the roof with Morgan, sometimes talking, sometimes not. so she spent a fair amount of time staring at the night sky. and, because Leila is nothing if not a hopeless romantic at heart, she started thinking about the shared qualities between Morgan and the night sky — a little mysterious, bright in spots because of the sharp contrast of the surrounding dark, and something that offers her a sense of calm and tranquility.

30. Your OTP gets to pick out each other's outfits; what is each wearing? Okay, I can’t resist doing this for Wren and Julia because I feel like they would both kinda be dicks about it. Like, Ortega would be thrilled for the opportunity to get Wren to wear something that a) isn’t at least three sizes too big and b) doesn’t look like she stole it from a lost-and-found box. Conversely, Wren would either take advantage of the chance to get Julia to wear something that doesn’t cost more than her rent OR would offer her like, orthopedic shoes while making a joke about them being appropriate for Ortega’s advanced age. (Their love language is just being affectionate assholes to each other, honestly.)

52. Describe their weekend getaway? Aaaand I’ll do this one for Holland and Nate bc I’ve actually had this headcanon idea kicking around for awhile and I don’t think I’ve ever talked about it on here! We’re also making it a long weekend, because I can (and because travel time).

For background: Holland lived in Boston for college and grad school (she may have been postponing moving back to Wayhaven just a bit), and she really loved it. So, at some point, she would absolutely want to take Nate for a tour of her favorite places. I’m thinking:

catching the commuter rail to Providence one afternoon/evening for Waterfire

wandering around mt auburn cemetery

the mckim building at the boston public library (because it’s pretty, but also bc Holland would want to take Nate to the map room tea lounge)

walking along the charles

Also, Boston has SO many cool museums and Walden Pond is nearby, so I think it’s a weekend trip that Nate would enjoy for more than just the Holland Lore (tm).

otp asks

[thecryptidenthusiast]

hullo!! List five things that make you happy, then put this in the inbox of the last ten people who reblogged something from you, get to know your mutuals and your followers! 💜 (feel free to ignore this, no pressure at all)

Heyo!! Five things that make me happy are:

1. Music

2. When I get into something new, and sharing my ideas/characters with my friend

3. Video games

4. Rainy days when I get to just stay home

5. Dice (i love them and turned my d&d into a lamp 💙)

[grapecaseschoices]

hey!! definitely moss and bubblegum bitch vibes for you💜

ugh THE ACCURACY1!! ie, back at you. tumblr calls me a fan of your blog for good reason.

[agentnatesewell]

Nine People You Want To Get To Know Better

Thank you for the tag @sustainably-du-mortain and @evilbunnyking

Last Song: Okay, so I’m really more of a passive music listener - I’ve been spending a lot of time getting work done at coffee shops so I am going to very embarrassingly admit - Your Body Is A Wonderland by John Mayer. Not only will it not leave me, but it just is such an N Sewell song but also not an N Sewell in b3/hopefully in b4 song

Currently Watching: Started watching Enola Holmes - need to go back and finish it and then the sequel. Also, started a Lebanese series called Ala Al Hilwa Wa Al Morra (A Sweet and Bitter) about a successful wedding planner who has been asked to plan her boss’ daughters wedding and finds out that the groom is the man who left her at the altar five years prior

Currently Reading: Just finished A Lady For A Duke (highly recommend) and started The Heiress Hunt (meh on it so far but we will see!) - on deck are Devil In Winter (really looking forward to it! Third in the Wallflower series and I loved the first two!), The Ten Thousand Doors of January (for my reading challenge), and The Lady Gets Lucky (second in the series after Heiress Hunt).

Listening to The Girl On the Train

Finishing the F route for twc b3 then I’ll do a full run of the M route then LT route!

Current Obsession: Wayhaven, of course. Nate and Nat Sewell, of course.

Tagging: YOU as well as @ejunkiet @nerdierholler @lykegenia @haledamage @thelionheartedo3 @thefirstcourtesan @topaz-carbuncle @masonshine @sealriously-sealrious @agnt-sexysuavewell @dwead-piwate-meggers @serenpedac @bitchloveskcbaseball @grapecaseschoices @phoenix-onfire @wayhavenots

[serenpedac]

OC in 15 - Yael Greene

rules: share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

Thank you @aztarion, @topaz-carbuncle and @serially-wayhaven for tagging me, I loved reading the ones for your OCs so much! I'm stealing Lucille's idea for adding a link to the fic (if posted) where the quotes are from ^^

“I understand,” she whispers. She turns around before he can see her break down completely. (x) 

“In case you haven’t guessed, and I know you have, you were distracting me. I was thinking that you look very beautiful when you’re concentrating. Very beautiful and very distracting and I would like to—” She shakes her head. “No, one thought.” (x) 

“You know I’ve always wanted a sister?” “Would be fun, yeah? Good thing you have—” Farah falls silent, realisation spreading over her face. “Me. Oh, that’s what you meant, isn’t it?”

“But don’t you see, we shouldn’t have to find them. No one should have been taken in the first place. All they want is me.” (x) 

“Or you could… demonstrate?” She bites her lip, his gaze flickering to her mouth at the movement. “Right now?” (x) 

“Hmm, yes. Yes, you did. But it’s part of what makes it romantic, don’t you think? Being lost in the throes of passion, forgetting about anything else. No thinking, only feeling, feeling…”  (x) 

“I don’t think I need to make any wishes tonight, you know. Not when you’re already here with me.” (x)

“Are you sure there’s still space for me between all the bubbles?” (x) 

“Just like me. And each mark tells a story, some are good and some are bad and some might be sad or funny, but they are all part of its history, you know? In trying to remove that it felt like, like they were telling me everything was fine. That Murphy never. That I wasn’t changed.” (x) 

Do you, can you maybe understand? Just a little? (x)

After a few deep breaths, Yael places her hand on top of Morgan’s. “Thank you. I appreciate it.” With a wavering smile, she adds, “I appreciate you.” (x)

“My car didn’t die, it’s just… ill. Yes, it’s ill.”

“You should go help them. I’ll,” she swallows, “I’ll be fine.”

He breaks the kiss when she shivers against him. “You’re getting cold, darling.” “Are you going to follow that one up with a proposal to warm me up?” (x) 

“You could have escaped,” Nate says, vehemently. “You should have escaped.” Tears of anger and frustration burn hot in Yael’s eyes. “I couldn’t. How was I supposed to just leave you? You were— I thought—”

(Yes, nr 10 is me cheating, but letters are a kind of dialogue, right?) Tagging anyone who wants to do this really, but also: @evilbunnyking, @nat-seal-well, @agentnatesewell, @wayhavenots, @ellstersmash, @fauville, @nsewell, @sustainably-du-mortain, @lykegenia, @lukas-du-mortain