#twc carnival

[dragonknightofsummerset]

Finally started reading TWC book 3 (cause of the demo for book 4 dropping) & I'm thinking about my detective's relationship with Rebecca again and just, what keeps crossing my mind is, would Rebecca even be trying to get close to the detective at this point if they hadn't found out about supernaturals?

Like I know the answer is no, because Rebecca sees it as the only way of keeping her child safe, because staying away from the detective equals keeping them away from supernaturals & safe.

Point is, it's hard to try to have my detectives get along with Rebecca which is why they always end up having a tense relationship with her

[avadmortain]

okay but what if F & the detective got matching paper airplane necklaces <3 and what if those necklaces also had the other’s first initial on them <3

[kibellah]

hardest choice in book 2 for A route is if you want the plush "reminder of failure" duck or the oversized teddy bear to annoy A that you won and they didn't

[agentnatesewell]

Omg, happy birthday!!!!!! Enjoy playing your fave games on this special day!

Hello, lovely friend! Thank you thank you!

I have the twc book two guide up and am planning to continue on with my full twc love triangle route! 100% Nate leaning but working very hard to get Morgan as Suri’s best friend 🤞

And of course - the sunday crossword!

[tolltale]

if nate has to curb his vampire abilities so that he doesn't obliterate you while playing pool or other games why is adam so shit at hook-a-duck in book two instead. what was going on there. is hook-a-duck adam's secret weakness. is nate naturally insanely good at all games but thinks it's a vampire thing WHAT IS THE TRUTH

[queen-scribbles]

@haledamage

white boy of the month circa 1100-something

[msommers]

hush hush; hush hush by pcd is very important to the wayhaven detective elide verse it cannot be overstated enough

[ladinthehat]

I literally can't fall asleep because I remembered Wayhaven exists, and I am going to make this a problem not only for myself, but anyone else who sees this post as well. I don't even write posts but I really need to throw my thoughts out somewhere lmao

Warning: spoilers for every TWC book, what did you expect. Also talks about mommy/daddy issues and some mentions of harmful stereotypes about POC, both in media and real life. ALSO probably lots of mistakes and rambling, it's literally 3 am give me a break

Wayhaven is such a promising series of books that fell so flat with book 3, even though some could argue there were already issues popping up in book 2. I, personally, enjoyed it just as much as the first one, but that's up to anyone's opinion. Hold on, this deserves a whole list.

My personal and biggest gripe, MC's relationship with their mom. To write something so complex and then chuck it down to two choices (the choices being "forgive your mom" or "don't forgive your mom and everyone will make you feel like a piece of shit") feels so disappointing, especially if you consider what people with parental issues usually deal with irl. Of course there are people who choose to forgive their parent or not, but more often than not (and, as a result of that, what feels most realistic to write in a book) they end up somewhere in-between - it's a bittersweet relationship which you can either choose to continue or not, but the past memories and missed childhood can't just be forgotten and thrown under the rug. That's what MC's relationship with Rebecca could've been, too: a *complex* relationship that can either continue or get cut off completely, and it's a choice that should be respected, because a child that has been neglected has the full right to not trust their willingly neglectful parent again. And to some degree the author does try to achieve it, but in the end you will still have only two choices. And also, in Wayhaven you can literally feel what option author considers to be correct and not choosing that gets you punished severely, e.g. the carnival situation and every dialogue where you choose to not be cordial with Rebecca (the author never forgets to mention how you made everyone feel terrible. "Congrats you piece of shit, you ruined everything because you just can't accept that your mom wants to be buddy buddy again, ugh.") This pattern of turning complex situations into only having yes/no answers, with a negative choice having severe punishments, is such a recurring pattern throughout the whole book series that at this point it feels like a feature that I just didn't get (e.g you don't even get a choice if you want to join the agency or not, you just do, because that's the correct option). Also, I don't believe that literally no one, not even MC's best friends or partner, would try to see their side or god forbid agree with MC cutting contact with Rebecca.

You can literally feel that N and A are supposed to be the star children of TWC. While it was less obvious in book 1, it can't be ignored anymore in books 2 and 3. It does feel even more weird because M and F have the darkest complexions out of the cast, and are depicted as overtly sexual/flirty for absolutely no reason, to the point that sometimes it literally contradicts what the author established about the characters before (M can't handle most fabrics touching their skin and can't eat food because the taste of anything is too much for them, what do you mean they are hypersexual?? isn't sex one of the most stimulating things you can do that can literally be too much for a lot of people that don't even struggle with overstimulation on a daily basis??), but it doesn't feel appropriate to say too much on this issue as I'm literally as white as paper, not to mention that this topic has been brought up by many POC in the IF community who can have more nuance on this situation than I ever could. I can, however, talk about how inconsistent and over-exaggerated M and F's personalities are, compared to A and N feeling much more realistic and well-paced. I hate how M and F are mischaracterized in their own universe and all the meaningful things are overshadowed by "haha M likes sex and is lewd and aggressive" and "haha F is a silly lil' goober". Their romances suffer from it too, which brings me to-

The romance routes could be so much better. And I'm not talking about N or A obviously, even though that's another can of worms that I, frankly, don't want to open, but F and M. M is dumbed down to being aggressive, sexual and borderline feral at times, which are all GREAT traits to give all at the same time in your book to a person of color btw (they're not), but their scenes perform best when the author acknowledges that M is actually none of those things. Just them existing in the same space as MC and feeling at ease and relaxed (and, dare I say, vulnerable) feel much more intimate and rewarding than literal sex scenes, and I feel like that's what romance with M should've been about: two people, who are both lost and confused and overwhelmed in this new to them world (M from memory loss, MC from being thrown into the supernatural scene) bonding, finding comfort and familiarity in each other. Breaking all that buildup with innuendos and sexual propositions feels unnecessary, to be honest.

Continuation of the previous point, but the same could be said about F too. Poor F, the forgotten child of TWC; they're my absolute favorite, and it hurts to see them being thrown somewhere in the background as a comedic relief side character so many times. I feel like they could be the character who gets MC the most, even if they're not dating or particularly close. They have a difficult relationship with their mom, they're thrown into an unfamiliar world that's hard to navigate and it feels like everyone wants too much from them. You can't tell me that it's not some great exposition for a deeper connection between F and MC, both romantic and platonic, as well as an opportunity to explore anxiety and impostor syndrome/separation anxiety (not interchangeable, just feels like either one could fit F) in a seemingly optimistic character. But nah, they like Rebecca and are just a funny little fella. Definitely not playing into more media stereotypes of the only black character in the main cast being a flirty comedic relief.

At this point TWC is going to rival One Piece on the amount of meaningless fillers. And they wouldn't feel so meaningless if the author didn't try to mix slice-of-life and supernatural, or at least didn't mix them so poorly, but most of the time an occasional meaningless scene is thrown into the plot for some short-term tension for what feels to be absolutely no reason other than increasing the word count. Take the blood drive thing as an example of this: what was this scene for?? It started unnecessary tension, had a weird solution and just offered nothing to the rest of the book except for allowing Bobby to finally confront the RO of choice in a very awkward manner. I feel like the author promising 7 books (correct me if I'm wrong, but I remember something like that mentioned in the earliest tumblr posts) feels like a the author chewing off more than she can bite. And it sucks, because had she not had that amount of books (and subsequently a gargantuan word count) looming over her head, we could have had more actually meaningful and fulfilling scenes like ones in the bakery, literally my favorites. It could benefit the pacing, worldbuilding and reader enjoyment greatly.

I could write so much more but at this point I could just go on forever lol

[masonscig]

Man. I won't say I'm disappointed with this book, but I think the series is a whole lot better when the focus is on things being done TO the mc vs random people suffering because x wants their blood

Like, book one was about Murphy going after the mc. Simple clear threat that fits the tone of the books. Sure some other people died but I don't think it hindered anything

i liked book 2 because it was just a genuine supernatural problem. The carnival guys who's name I can't remember rn were just having a simple conflict of interest with wayhaven. I'm not mad at the trappers coming in at the end but I think a simple low stakes ending where they sign the treaty or don't would have been just as fitting

But book 3 was absolutely not ready to actually handle the dark topics it wanted to devle into. The scope of the plot was way to wide and it still managed to feel slow. If it were up to me I would have just had the trappers going after addie with no connection to mc. It would be lower stakes than like. A dozen or whatever kidnappings and wouldn't have made the actual romance (you know the focus of the books?) Feel so out of place tone wise.

Sorry for rambling into your ask box lol I just have many thoughts about book 3 (like the fact that on steam it sits alphabetically between book 1 and 2 so my steam games list goes 1 3 2. That's going to bug me forever)

HI <3 before i respond, don't apologize for leaving a long ask in my inbox! i absolutely love getting asks and especially ones that open up discussions! <3 thank you for this !! answering below the cut

you're so right about the differences between books. it's so much better when it's contained – the story for this was just too big for her to get her hands around. and that's awesome that she was ambitious! the story quality just suffered a lot bc of it. dude i LOVE that it was just One Guy Versus Unit Bravo for a while, because it was just so much more focused and allowed for more romance to bloom – and a huge reason i liked falk so much is that, like you said, it was a conflict of interest. he's not evil – just from another world with another cultural standard for "judgment". in book 3, it's literally a human (or supernatural in this case) rights violation. these are children – being kidnapped and attempted to be sold. this isn't a story that should have any lighthearted plot beats in the slightest – unless they were organic, and none of them felt that way

it's funny (not funny haha, funny weird) you say that about addie, because i was having an in depth discussion with friends about how much better the plot would flow if less people had been kidnapped. even just the idea that there are supernatural youth existing in wayhaven and that it is in fact, not safe for anyone! human or supernatural!

this book is just lacking the emotional impact plot-wise that it should, in my opinion, because she tried to cram so much into one book. that doesn't mean any of the plot points are bad, per se, they just needed to be workshopped, edited down, saved for later books, cut out completely – whatever makes the series flow better! and that's not to say any of these ideas are bad ideas – it's just unrealistic to write literally every possible idea for twc! there's going to be a point where there's too much to call back to and it's going to affect the story if those things aren't mentioned again yk?

also STOP ITS OUT OF ORDER ON STEAM??? LMAOOOO the cherry on top to a shit sundae huh.

[agentnatesewell]

Surina (🥰 Nate)

White Jasmine

Jasmine represents love, beauty, and sensuality

White Jasmine represents love and sensuality

Surina’s middle name is Yasmine, Arabic for jasmine flower

if yalls detectives were the one to offer a flower to sanja, what flower would they give? (bonus points if flower's meaning is included)

ill go first! ams would drop a red gladiolus!

gladiolus

gladioli represent strength of character, faithfulness, moral integrity, and remembrance.

red gladioli symbolize passion, romance, and love.

[brother-genitivi]

sad twc brainworms rn bc I'm p sure Mishka said that A + M still have the carnival photo on them so now I'm thinking in a world where the detective suddenly dies, do you think they'd take the photo out and stare at it, memorising every single feature so time can't erase them? anyways LMFAO

[jennystahl]

Darcy’s thoughts during either the mirror room OR tent in TWC. I need to know. 😳

OKAY so i don't remember if darcy researching adam's family comes before or after the carnival, but i'm gonna go with before. in that case, she's been deeply curious about him even moreso than before, and the scene in the house of mirrors just makes her even more confused and curious. the scene of him surrounded by battle and fire—clearly, he was a warrior, but he was not as honorable as he should have been, given the guilty verdict. darcy stopped researching out of respect for him (i would have kept reading idc!) so she doesn't know the full story but by god she tries to piece it together in her mind... when he's captivated by the mirror she demands to know what's going on because she suddenly feels protective over him (something that hasn't happened before, since he's never seemed to need that sort of care).

[therealslimshakespeare]

I came back to this blog for the first time in months (I just haven’t been on tumblr) and holy shit the trajectory of things has totally changed?! The last time I was here almost everything about TWC was regarding Maureen?! WHAT HAPPENED

Oh why hello. 💋 I dunno, I’d be so curious to hear a status report of when you left. But a few characters I had in the background got pulled to the front as was the intention and then my schemes for this to be a rather interactive fic have blossomed into an absolute carnival and it’s all been rather grand and fun and nuts

[trash-cube]

I’m sorry it’s kind of long, I have never done one of these before. But I have been playing @seraphinitegames The Wayhaven Chronicles for the past few days, and I got inspired to write again! What better way to practice than with something I enjoy.

I would appreciate any and all feedback if you would like to give it, otherwise if you’re interested here is a thing I wrote:

(the title is still a work in progress)

“I just don’t understand why we need to come back here so soon. We literally just checked on the supernaturals, everything looked fine.” I ask, trying to hide just how confused I am while being pulled deeper into the carnival by a stoic Adam.

“There is nothing wrong with being thorough, Detective.” he replies nonchalantly, clearly not intending to give a straight answer. He instead just continues forward, weaving between families and tents with the detective in tow.

“You could have at least let me eat dinner first.” I start to pout, trying to talk over my grumbling stomach while staring at the funnel cake the group next to us seems to be hoarding jealously. What I wouldn’t give for one of those right now.

“I promise you, it’s more important than whatever pastry you’re lusting after right now.” I furrow my brow, annoyed that he knows me well enough to know just when and how I am staring at sweets. 

We silently press on through the carnival until Adam finally comes to an abrupt stop in front of a stall that I didn’t quite catch before walking directly into him. I look up, my cheeks glowing bright red when I notice the smirk plastered on his face as he looks down at me. “What’s your hurry, Detective?” he says with a chuckle.

I turn around to see where we’ve ended up and immediately get a headache at the sight.

He brought us back to the duck-hook booth.

“This is what was so important that I had to skip dinner?” I fold my arms, once again reminded of just how hard my stomach is protesting.

“I finally figured it out,” He replies, genuine enthusiasm only just escaping past his usual expressionless demeanor. “I have been practicing for weeks and I finally understand how to beat this ungodly attraction.”

“Weeks?!” I can hardly believe that this has been consuming his thoughts for even an hour, let alone weeks.

“You are hardly in any position to judge. I have seen how invested you get in spending time browsing pastries at Haley’s.” He also crosses his arms as he says this, clearly irked that I am not taking this as seriously as he thinks I should.

I hold up my arms in surrender. “Point taken, I’m sorry.” I say, stifling a laugh. He frowns and turns his attention to the vendor, looking at his only ticket hungrily, the moment somewhat consuming him.

“Feel like tryin’ your luck?” the vendor asks with a wide smile partly hidden beneath a bushy mustache. He takes the ticket and hands Adam the hook, which he then grips firmly enough for his knuckles to turn white. He approaches the ducks, eyes narrowed in focus. 

“Good luck.” I offer with a smile. He pays me no mind, already engrossed in his battle stance. I lean against a neighboring stall and watch as the vendor turns on the game.

I notice Adam’s muscles tensing as the ducks begin their taunting choreography. Immediately he hooks one of the ducks, his frown only deepening as he tries to retain his focus. He doesn’t venture an attempt again until he has one clearly in his sights. He hooks it flawlessly.

Five minutes pass. The only movements he dares to make are moving his eyes to follow the rigid motion of the ducks. The vendor lets out a wide yawn, clearly becoming bored with how seriously Adam is taking this game. I am about to mimic that yawn when Adam snatches a duck in a flash of moment so fast that I barely catch it. The vendor also attempts to follow the movement and nearly falls over. Then as quickly as he attacked, he is now still again. 

Five more minutes pass, the vendor casting an irritated gaze down at his watch. “Look buddy, I’ll give ya one more minute but I can’t wait on ‘ya all night.” Adam flashes him an agitated look before returning his attention to the ducks. Clearly under an immense amount of pressure now that there is a time limit, he sloppily swings the hook forward to ensnare his fourth duck. Only one more to go.

I stare at Adam a bit more intently as his movements become less calculated, a bit of desperation noticeable in his deeply furrowed brow. Is he...sweating?

He moves the hook in one final motion, hoping that his aim is correct. He grazes the neck of the duck, narrowly missing, and sends it cascading down into the children’s pool below. I don’t dare say a word. I simply creep over to the vendor while Adam’s fiery gaze is fixated on the duck, maybe hoping he’ll scare it into submission.

“Look,” I whisper, hoping Adam is too focused on the duck to hear me. “This is yours if you give him literally anything. Say there was a fluke or something.” I reach into my wallet and pull out some cash that the vendor sizes up.

“I dunno,” he replies, rubbing the back of his neck. He’s about to say something else when Adam lets out a strained breath, anger lacing every bit of the exhalation. Not wanting to be on the receiving end of that anger, the vendor quickly snatches my money and tugs a small plush toy off of one of the shelves, offering it to a now confused Adam. “Must have been a screw-up with the belt! I’ll have to get that looked at, but here ya go!” he says with a nervous laugh, holding out the small blue teddy bear as far away from himself as possible.

Pride washes over Adam’s intense features, confusion starting to melt away. He gladly takes the bear, and the vendor yanks his hand away when the harrowing ordeal is over. He then pulls down the shade in front of his booth, which is our cue to leave.

We begin walking away, getting as far as the edge of a clearing lined with food stands before he stops and turns towards me. “Detective,” he says, satisfaction embedded in his tone. “This is for you.” He presents the shaggy blue teddy proudly. I can’t help but smile back at how determined he’d been. I have no idea whether it was to win a prize for me or to simply regain his honor from his previous loss, but I don’t care. I gingerly take the bear and coil myself around his muscular arm affectionately. He smiles down at me, using his free hand to lift my chin up so our gazes meet. 

Neither of us move, neither of us blinks. We are both enveloped in each other’s eyes. I revel in the chill his icy green stare sends down my spine, and my cheeks get hot as I notice him moving his head closer to mine. I start to close my eyes in anticipation for what’s coming when we both hear a loud voice booming from the other side of the clearing. “There you are! We’ve been looking everywhere for you!” Farah bounds towards us gracefully, Nate close behind but treading lightly for fear of dropping all of the novelty items Farah has entrusted to him. Adam hasn’t stopped looking at me, and I hear a low growl as he retreats quickly, our faces having been only an inch apart a moment ago. I let out a defeated sigh and admire the small animal Adam “won”.

“Jeez, what took you guys so long?” she prods, her gaze quickly traveling between Adam, myself, and the bear. A long smile spreads over her face as she turns to look at Adam. “So that’s where all those ducks came from.” I hear a groan come from Nate behind a wall of plastic horns.

“Farah…” Nate scolds.

“Oh come on, you were thinking the same thing!” she replies with a laugh. How many ducks could he have possibly gone through? 

“Are you quite finished?” Adam says in irritation. Farah is now smiling triumphantly, a wide grin etched across her face at hearing his annoyance.

“Only until Diana is out of earshot.” She grabs a handful of cotton candy from the pile that Nate is lugging around and tosses it into her mouth, possibly in an attempt to stop herself from saying something else.

“Are you done here?” Nate asks. “I don’t think I’ll have room to hold anything else you might fancy. You’ll have to start taking some of it.” Terrified at the idea of bearing her own baubles, she quickly waves at us.

“Grbah!” she says past a mouthful of cotton candy as she whisks Nate away before he has time to give her anything to carry.

“Was she saying goodbye?” My eyes narrow in thought. I know plenty of languages but none of that matters when trying to understand Farah talking with her mouth full.

“If she wasn’t, I don’t think I want to know what she was saying.” Adam states, folding his arms and burying a slight chuckle. His gaze travels over me and he notices that I am still hugging the bear he gave me, something that I myself wasn’t even aware of. His face softens, and he pulls me closer to him as gently as I have ever known him to do anything. He places my cheek in his hand and holds me tenderly. My heart is hammering in my chest, a fact I am sure he notices as his cheeks flush the faintest shade of pink. He leans down to accommodate my small stature as he closes the gap between us, his lips finally cascading over mine.

I can barely help but smile against his touch as I’m submerged in ecstasy. Everything about him feels so right, and I become slightly intoxicated by the moment. The kiss becomes deeper and hungrier as we both realize that it is something we have both wanted for a very long time. I wrap my arms around his neck in an attempt to get even closer to him, and he responds by breaking away from me, a ravenous look in his eye.

I don’t have time to ask what’s wrong before he scoops me up and breaks off in a mad dash. The carnival passes by in a steady stream of bright colors as we run past at an inhuman speed. Before I know it, we are in the hallway of my apartment. He sets me down, almost reluctantly, and I put a hand against the wall to try and steady myself, everything that had taken place just now making it very hard to stand up straight. I catch my breath and fumble with my keys to let us into my quiet, barren apartment. Adam’s eyes don’t leave me for a second.

He seems to be coming down to a state of normalcy as he enters my home, a sort of calm passing over him. I am right at his heels until we are both inside, and as I turn the lock of my door I feel him right behind me. He grabs my hips and stoops down to lightly kiss my neck, then starts to kiss it with more agency. I almost hear him breathe out a few words against my skin which is now covered in goosebumps. Before I can focus a bit more to figure out what it is he said, he picks me up and pins me between him and the wall. I wrap my legs around him for added stability as his lips are once again enveloping mine.

Everything is moving so fast, but at the same time it feels as though the two of us are frozen. Our movements are rushed but they feel so natural as we meld into one another. His hands cradle me softly as we become intertwined in an endless kiss, only stopping when I finally run out of air. He puts me down and takes a wide step back from me, breathing heavily as he does so. He gets more tense, like being apart from me in that moment was one of the hardest things he’s ever had to do. My mouth feels dry and my chest heaves up and down to aid my labored breaths as I try to think about what just happened...and why it feels so wrong now that we’ve stopped.

“I apologize, Dia--...Detective,” he says, his composure almost fully regained at this point. “I don’t know what came over me.” His head seems to hang a bit lower, like he feels real remorse for what just transpired between us.

“You have nothing to apologize for.” I say, walking over to him and taking his hand in both of mine. The look in his eye makes it seem like he will pull away from my grasp as soon as he’s in it, but his shoulders unwind a bit and he finally accepts the gesture.

“I should go, I don’t want to trouble you any further.” There is a heaviness to his words that directly contrasts with the moment we just shared, but I try to ignore the sharp pain it sends into my stomach as I look up at him. He starts to make for the door.

“Would you at least stay while I make some dinner?” I blurt out, a hopeful tone lifting my words. His hard gaze softens and he smiles. With a half-hearted nod, he shrugs his coat off and hangs it next to the door. His muscles bulge at the motion under his skin-tight grey t-shirt, and I find it impossible to look away from his perfect figure.

“Are you alright?”

“Y--yes!” I say, quicker than I should have. He chuckles and takes a seat on the couch. As uncomfortable as he looks, it is the first time I have noticed him do anything other than stand in my home. I turn around and head to the kitchen to hide the smile rapidly making its way onto my face.

Once I’m in my kitchen, I start rummaging through my cupboards and fridge, hoping that I can find something to make. Unfortunately, I forgot to restock my shelves today so the search yields very little. I manage to find a mostly empty box of pasta hidden behind other odds and ends, and with a sigh I start boiling water. I spread my hands across my counter-top in thought, eventually getting back to my search. I found just enough to make a light sauce for the noodles, so I count that as a personal victory.

“Are you hungry?” I instinctively ask. I don’t usually have house guests but I have also never seen this house guest eat, so it seemed like an unnecessary question. I turn around to address him further, about to head into the living room when I have to make an abrupt stop to avoid running into him for the second time today. His eyes go wide as though he is only now realizing how close he actually is to me. He takes a step back, but not a wide one this time.

“Thank you, Detective,” he begins. “But I find that highly unnecessary.” Of course he does.

A silence falls over us, and he starts to run his hand over the back of his head as though trying to remember why he got up in the first place. I open my mouth to try and make something barely passable as conversation when he beats me to it.

“Diana.” I can’t fight the flutter in my stomach at hearing him say my name. “Have you...enjoyed the evening so far?” I assume he is only trying to make basic conversation, but there is a weight on his voice that lets me know there is some deeper answer he’s searching for. I take a step closer and almost close the gap between us, even without hyper-senses I can hear his rapid heartbeat drumming in his chest.

“Every bit of it.” I reach my hand out to touch his arm, but before I finish that motion he has me wrapped in a warm embrace, his breathing a bit unsteady at first, but it slowly returns to its natural rhythm. I lay my head against him and he places a hand on the back of it, trying to keep me close to him. We stand there for what seems like ages, and every second of it is perfect. 

As hungry as I was earlier, that is the last thing I care about right now. Reluctantly, I break away from our embrace so I can at least pretend to be responsible for my own belongings. I turn off the burner and head into my bedroom followed closely by Adam. We get into bed together, laying against one another in blissful silence, the only sound being the soft breaths emanating from both of us. At this moment, I feel like nothing can hurt me. I wrap an arm over him and rest my head against his broad, muscular chest. Everything seems distant except for him, and I don’t even realize when I fall asleep against him.

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Adam lets a small smile creep over his face as he holds the detective. He doesn’t want this moment to end, and fears any sudden sound or movement will do just that. He even tries to slow down his breathing so the rise and fall of his chest doesn’t make her stir as she falls asleep. She looks so peaceful, so calm. She looks like everything he has ever wanted. 

He moves his arm to wrap it around her and hold her closer, to which her sleeping form responds by nestling further into him. He turns his attention to the window; the sun set some time ago, and the rest of Unit Bravo will be wondering where he is by now.

“Good, let them wonder.” he thinks to himself. He is already exactly where he wants to be. Where he needs to be. He can handle the heckling from Farah, the concern from Nate, and the snide remarks from Morgan, but he will do so tomorrow. Adam then begins to let himself settle, allowing sleep overtaking him for once. The smile he’s wearing widens, and the detective’s tranquil expression is the last thing he sees before he also succumbs to slumber.

[dragonknightofsummerset]

Oh, I will keep this in mind whenever i get curious, I barely glimpse at screenshots that come across my dash but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious

Thought I'd send an ask to respond, hope that's okay! I don't play the love triangle cause I'm too weak to handle that angst & messiness 😭 I could not handle that, plus F's reaction to it 💔 but respect to everyone braving that route 🫡

It’s very okay! Thank you for sending this ask, I love getting them and love hearing from you! (and for my friend who sent me one the other day, I have been thinking about it and will respond tomorrow!)

The LT is definitely its own beast, and it really does get so angsty. There is so much tension, so many steely green eyed looks or woeful brown eyed looks.

And I’ve only done an N-leaning one though have made a few Ava choices in the f!LT which were hard) - to play it, you really do have to concede to your detective having feelings for A as well as N. It can lean one way, but it does involve both of them

I haven’t done an A-leaning, and that one worries me the most. I thought I could pick A for the bakery in b3, but the idea of N’s confusion was just too much

And F. This route truly does involve all of UB, and besides A and N, F really is so hurt by everything - the idea that holding back feelings and not being open and honest breaking their family apart is really so dreadful to them

I have some scenes I kept that I’ll put in another post, but while it’s all up in the air, everyone stands to lose … eventually

That being said, I love the potential messiness of the LT in b4, especially since those N scene stay the same (however, if your detective agent isn’t with N, it’s an awkward scene but it’s also really cute and sweet). I will post the screenshots soon!

I’m really looking forward to how it goes in b4! I’m hoping there’s a hop off!

It’s a hard route for sure, but I am here to play it for you all. Let me know if there are any questions!

[zencaia]

Going... going... gone

Just like Nate’s sanity lol