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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
#sealy answers#sustainably-du-mortain#ask game#oc: marin#i sent u an ask too from my main!!#so many hugs for u <3
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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.
#ty for reminding me that i actuallu have anotehr syml song i like#syml's version of mr. sandman took over my brain#sustainably-du-mortain#wrapped 2023#grapecase answers#music#if you want to ask for another#feel free but no pressure to do so!!
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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.
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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.”
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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
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♡ 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
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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
#tag game#destan hawke#ngl I did have to tweak the saturation of the og image#I wish I could give her huge muscles#but this is so pretty I love merpeople sm#gotta tag my server buddies#but obviously no pressure
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Familiar
Rating: E for everyone | Word Count: 1718 | Pairing: Adam x Jonah (@sustainably-du-mortain OC Detective) x Nate | Notes: I feel so lucky to have gotten Jonah in this draw. He has been an absolute delight to get to know and work with. Thank you, @sustainably-du-mortain for providing so much detail and information about him. This is actually my first TWC fic in general and I hope I did him and the others justice.
And thank you @wayhavenficexchange for hosting this event and giving me a reason to reach out of my comfort zone.
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It’s quiet here in Wayhaven, not in the eerie sense, but in the sense that you can still hear footsteps over the gentle bustle of the streets. The few cars that pass by and the nearby cafe chatter won’t drown out the steady tread of shoes against brick sidewalks, even for non-vampires. Vampires, of which there are several in town now, hear even more.
For some, it’s a relief, a welcome distraction from the sensory overload that comes along with being an agent within the supernatural community’s Agency for peace. Peace and tranquility is what a town like Wayhaven promises, a small community where everyone knows everyone and the days pass by a little slower.
Peace is not what Commanding Agent du Mortain has found on the streets of Wayhaven this morning. A dense fog is blanketing the square, it has been since their arrival late last night. That the townspeople don’t seem to take special note of it tells him it’s typical for the area. How dreary.
But it’s not the low visibility or foreign territory that has dug itself under Adam’s skin and made itself at home. It’s one of those sounds that is so easily isolated in such a quiet town. This one is more prominent than the others. It is to him, at least. He furrows his brow and follows the trail without realizing he’d deviated away from the other members of his team.
The hunt doesn’t take him far; nothing in Wayhaven could be considered far. An apartment building. It mercifully blocks out what sun has dared to escape through the thick fog, casting Adam’s face in heavy shadows that feel cool and welcoming on his skin. It’s an interesting contrast to the warm feeling spreading through his chest. He might prefer the chill.
It’s easy to pinpoint the exact window; it would be, even if it weren’t one of the few ones propped open at this hour. Musical notes blossom from the open space and coast easily to where Adam stood in watch. They turn the westerly wind into their own personal stave, organizing their melody on the gentle breeze.
It’s familiar.
Not that he had heard it before, but that maybe he had felt those same emotions before. It was his mother’s lullaby; it was also the rich scent of rosemary from atop her coffin. It was the song he learned to waltz to. It was every melody Nate played in the background while he read late into the night.
Conjured by the very thought, Nate appeared in his peripheral view. Chances are he’d been there the whole time, and he knew the others were likely not far. They would, after all, follow wherever he led.
If he wasn’t imagining, he knew Nate would feel the same way, and turned to him. His eyes were fixed on the same window. Maybe the music drew him here instead of his sense of loyalty. He isn’t wholly here either. Their eyes meet on the crescendo and Adam wonders where the notes are taking Nate and if he could join him there.
Fumbling chords and rampant curses take the place of the entrancing melody. The spell is broken and Adam is left staring at the shameless grin on Nate’s lips. It’s not quite enough to shake the haunted feeling from his shoulders. The weight of his memories doesn’t feel as light as it had a moment ago. The good reasons he had for following the siren’s song are somewhere scattered on the asphalt around his feet.
For the first time in a long time, Adam thinks about prayer.
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Nate stood with his usual graceful poise, the violin nestled beneath his chin as if it were an extension of his very being. His fingers, long and deft, poised lightly upon the strings, radiating a sense of familiarity and intimacy with the delicate wooden frame. The violin itself seemed to respond to his touch, the wood resonating with a knowing vibrancy.
As the bow made contact with the strings, a hushed magic filled the air. The initial stroke was soft, a tender caress that awakened the strings’ dormant melodies. The notes emerged with a sigh, a whisper that invited any listener to lean in, to partake in the secret world he was about to unveil.
With each sweep of the bow, Nate’s body swayed ever so slightly, as if he were a conduit for the music itself. His eyes, closed in concentration, felt every nuance, every emotion encapsulated in the composition. The bow danced with precision, weaving a tapestry of sound that carried both sorrow and joy, melancholy and exuberance.
His expression was a reflection of the music he conjured–a myriad of emotions painted across his face. A furrowed brow during a crescendo of tension, a soft smile as the melody took a hopeful turn, and the subtle lift of an eyebrow during an unexpected flourish–every detail communicated a profound connection to the composition.
And as the music reached its zenith, his body seemed to become one with the melody. The final notes quivered in the air, hanging for a breathless moment before fading away. Nate lowered the bow, his chest rising and falling with the rhythm of the piece they had just re-birthed.
For a few suspended moments, the world remained wrapped in the echoes of the performance. Nate’s world had been marinating in this melody ever since it found him outside that apartment building. He played it over and over in his head in a desperate attempt to cling to its every note, to carve it into his subconscious and never let it go.
He hadn’t felt like flesh and blood like this in too long. The melody was every word he couldn’t think of to describe his home, his life. It felt more like him than he did on some days.
Familiar.
In that, maybe he remembered a part of himself that he had laid down once before and never bothered to go back and pick up. Maybe the artist from the window had found it instead.
Nate turned towards the new presence standing in the doorway. Adam changed the atmosphere like a storm; he didn’t need to see him to know he was there. He wanted to ask him what the song felt like to him. The weight of it had filled the space between them since that morning, comfortably connecting all the ends they couldn’t make meet before. Had he remembered it correctly? Did he do it justice? Was it theirs now?
He didn’t need to ask any of these things out loud. They have known each other too long for that.
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In the heart of Wayhaven, a subtle shift began to stir the very air that had once held a sense of cozy familiarity. It was as if the town itself had taken a collective breath, and with that breath, an unseen transformation began to unfold.
The sun, once casting its golden glow with a gentle warmth, now seemed to hang lower in the sky, casting elongated shadows that stretched across the streets. The daylight held a slightly different hue, carrying a touch of melancholy as it filtered through the leaves of trees.
The townspeople, often seen bustling about with carefree smiles, now moved with a different cadence. Their footsteps seemed softer, more contemplative, as if attuned to an underlying shift that had settled over their surroundings. Conversations held a hint of hushed anticipation, as though they were sharing secrets with the town itself.
Buildings that had stood for generations seemed to hold their breath, their aging facades taking on new character in the changing light. Shadows crept along the brickwork, adding depth and mystery to familiar landmarks.
The air itself carried a distinct crispness, a harbinger of the impending transition.
Amidst this shift, there was a sense of introspection that seemed to settle over the town like a soft mist, especially for Jonah. He gazed upon familiar vistas with fresh eyes, finding beauty in the nuances he might have overlooked just two days ago.
The atmosphere, once characterized by its lively rhythms, now held a more contemplative melody. It was a shift that acknowledged the passing of time, the cyclical nature of seasons, and the collective spirit of the ebb and flow of life.
It wouldn’t leave Jonah alone.
This new melody emerged from the ashes of every song he had ever written, ever listened to, and branded itself on his skin alongside every dragon keeping him company. He played it over and over, trying to capture the peculiar and haunting change that was happening around him, maybe just inside him. Something had changed.
He pulls his father’s jacket tighter around his shoulders and wonders when he had made the decision to walk to work. It wasn’t the type of day he would typically do this. Wind whips the hair around his face and into his field of vision. But something in the air needed savoring. The end of the song was on the wind.
The station was on the horizon. The rising sun peaking over the tall trees highlighted its familiar lines. Something was going to happen there. Nervous and excited energy filled his stomach and fluttered through his chest with each step closer to the front door. Vehicles with out-of-state license plates filled parking spots that were usually left empty.
The melody became louder in his head as he pushed through the front door. It spilled out through the low hum vibrating in his throat. He thinks it’s getting louder, but he’s hardly the one controlling it. Everyone in the front office goes unacknowledged for fear of losing the next note and the one after that.
He’s still humming it, overjoyed at every second it doesn’t get lost in the ever shifting composition in his mind, when he pushes through the door to his office. Visitors he hadn’t been expecting stared back at him. The melody dies on his lips, but he sees it in the eyes of one and then another. An impossible understanding passes through the three of them and it’s gone in the next moment.
The new sun and moon who have pulled the atmosphere of Wayhaven into this new reality are standing in Jonah’s office. The previous celestial bodies never stood a chance, surrendering the natural cadence of the town instantaneously. Jonah knew with absolute certainty that things were never going to go back to the way they were.
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WIP Wednesday Thursday
tagged by @sustainably-du-mortain !! have a snippet of a ask meme prompt im working on ;w; (for @lukas-du-mortain I believe ;w;)
"What were you thinking?" Nate hisses, reaching out to clamp a bandage down on her still bleeding shoulder. Noriko does nothing but grunt, glaring at the ground. "That thing could have killed you."
"I was doing my job," she says dryly.
"Offering yourself up as bait," Nate snarls, "especially after I asked you--"
"--asked me?" Noriko repeats, scoffing and pulling away, replacing his hand with her own. He reaches after her, but she just shuffles away, chest tight and eyes stinging even as she presses at the puncture wounds on her shoulder. "I believe your exact words were, 'You're not coming. Stay here.' You didn't ask anything of me."
"And you didn't think I said that for a reason?"
Well, how was she supposed to know that spriggans drank blood?
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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.”
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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.
#they're like sustainably-du-mortain posted! you seem to be a fan of theirs!#and im like one of the few accurate things youve ever stated to me app#grapecase answers#sustainably-du-mortain#and let's do it! i did more then 10 000 steps on sunday i could totally forest walk with you!
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WIP Title Ask Game
I have been tagged by @sustainably-du-mortain, @thecryptidenthusiast, and @serenpedac for the mortifying ordeal of displaying how little progress I've made in that past month lol. Thank you all. You're all dolls for this!
Rules: reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!
I'm not including the ones that were asked about last time (to my knowledge) and this time I will be sticking to my IF fanfics. I will also not be tagging a person for every WIP because I have way too many.
Best View in the City (NSFW)
Blood of the Covenant
Family Dinners (Batch AU)
Gotta Hear It From Your Mouth (NSFW)
Not the Type of Girl for You
On the Edge of Something Dangerous
Untitled || Blood
Untitled || Cigarettes (Sidestepverse AU)
Untitled || Finery
Untitled || First Meeting (Renegades AU)
Untitled || Graveclothes (Sidestepverse AU)
Untilted || Motorcycle
Untitled || Old Habits
Untitled || Puppet (Renegades AU)
Untitled || Saboteur
Untitled || Three's Company
Your Truths Are Built On Lies
So, I'm tagging @cami-chats, @the-cooler-sidestep, @flystep, @autistic-sidestep, @groan-taire, @ythryn, @gonesoft-ish, @calnexin, @lime-pigeon, @swordsandspectacles, @disastersteps, @just-a-tiny-goldfish, @evilbunnyking, @silvery-bluish, @idlenight, @crownleys, and @delucadarling
By some strange miracle, I've managed it. Hello to the friends of friends, as well, who I don't normally tag. If you're an artist, I still think this is a fun option because I've seen how some of y'all title your WIPs lol. No pressure for those who aren't up for it!
#tag games#ask games#cigs writes#sorry I don't title things until I'm working on the second draft at least
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15 or 47 for that prompt ask? 👁👁💕
15. tremblings hands 47. crave
On the fourteenth day of Natalie's self imposed confinement, the pale haired woman who had introduced herself as du Mortain returns to slide a chalice filled with blood across the floor and say with gritted contempt, "Enough of this. Feed now. I will not see an asset of the Agency wither away in the dark when there is work to be done."
It smells like the blood on the air and in the brine of the waves that she'd swallowed into her heaving lungs. It smells like men plunging cutlasses into bellies and eviscerated flesh spilling out onto the deck until the planks are invisible beneath the carnage. She raises the back of a hand to her mouth and bites hard enough to break skin. The tissue has mended over before she can register any inclination of pain.
The other woman (and she chooses to regard her in this way and not as a kindred monster) crouches on powerful legs until they are level with one another. She has the most startling green eyes, like the first fledgling sprouts of cool spring growth.
"You are a few hours short of going into a frenzy, Miss Sewell," she says, icy sharp. Her breath is a wisp on Natalie's cheek. "Do you know what that means? A point of no return. The Agency will be forced to subdue you so you don't attack others in a reckless pursuit for blood. Is that what you want? To endanger more lives?" She must note the trimmer that racks Natalie's muscles at this notion, because her inflection dips into something pacifying - not quite soothing, but near it. "What happened on the ship - it won't happen here. Our researchers have determined the amount to sustain you and not a drop more. It is blood given willingly and ethically - never forced." She takes the cup and presses it insistently into Natalie's trembling hands. "Feed."
Natalie stares at the still, red ichor like a mockery of eucharistic wine and wants to feel revulsion. Wants to hurl it across the room and watch its contents smear into the fractures on the stone walls as she's done to all the other offerings. But oh how she craves it, the unfamiliar contortion of her fangs unsheathing in her sore gums. She wraps her fingers around the chalice, brings the rim to her already willingly parted lips and feeds. And feeds. And feeds. The other vampire watches with her searing eyes, mouth a grim, reticent line of relief. And for the next 300 years Natalie will accept the Agency's meager rationings, and never be truly satiated.
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Overview
It has been a while since the event, but it seemed like a nice idea to still make an overview of all the gifts. I hope that going through them will bring you as much joy as it did me ^^
Thank you to all the wonderful participants, your work has been amazing to see and read! Thank you for putting in the time and effort to make a lovely gift, and for your kindness towards each other <3
A special thank you to @wifebeast-s for jumping in as a back-up writer, even though not taking part otherwise. It was much appreciated!
I'm wishing you all a wonderful year ahead and maybe see you again at the end of it. Much love <3
Arcadia by @ejunkiet & @evilbunnyking for @crownleys
what power art thou by @evilbunnyking for @fujinstorm
All is Bright by @wifebeast-s for @hypnostanatos
Beneath the Surface by @delucadarling for @lovelyfoolish
For lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched by @hypnostanatos for @callmebeem
Into the Unknown by @sunshineandviolets for @yakov-vasilyev
tremendous tasks, dear friends by @agentnatesewell for @delucadarling
Wintery scenes with Petra and Ava, and Nate and Holland by @crownleys for @thee-morrigan
Mason and Samir relaxing together by @callmebeem for @mewsly
The art of losing by @sustainably-du-mortain for @nsewell
the unspoken dialogue of borrowed books by @nsewell for @dottiechan
Theo and Mason close together by @mewsly for @apenapaperandadoofus
A New Year’s Eve Surprise by @apenapaperandadoofus for @agentnatesewell
Trust between Lucibello and Morgan, and Suzume and Nate by @fujinstorm for @bitchyybabyy400
in any universe by @thee-morrigan for @evilbunnyking
An intimate moment between Lizzie and Ava by @dottiechan for @ejunkiet
dans mes yeux ça se voit by @lovelyfoolish for @sunshineandviolets
Madeleine and Morgan decorating together by @yakov-vasilyev for @sustainably-du-mortain
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Thank you @serenpedac for the tag! Tagging @nsewell @sustainably-du-mortain @agentnatesewell @ava-du-mortain (if you guys want to! Anyone else who wants to too!)
#tag games#I should really be called a fandom serial monogamist though#I have an outline for exactly 1 (one) fic which I didn't think counted
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heehoo hello I was tagged by @grapecaseschoices to make ocs in this picrew! I went for my darling Aydın bc he's in my brain rn <3
tagging: @siennamain @sustainably-du-mortain @siennamain @blinkvlink @do-this-for-me @galpalaven @vakarians-babe @druidhalsin @writer-ish @wayhavenots @lukas-du-mortain @houndedfangs
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