#twc ships

[grapecaseschoices]

unasked for otp answers

I’m bored so im just going to do this for my twc ships. I might do it for my other ships too, i don’t know. I don’t feel like writing but i want to talk about my blorbos.

Who would end a heated argument by defending their actions with ‘because I love you!’ ?

 Valdam: Neither of them. If it had to be one, it would probably be Val. It would be semi-intentional or not at all, and it would be entirely desperate. For all that Adam is like ‘tu omina’ and ‘do it for me’ I don’t think they would use an ILU in that moment …

Kate: Nate! AND Kendis would learn him good. He would NEVER PULL that shit again. 

Nai: Nat. Kai would tolerate it better than Kendis would

Feirre: Pierre. It would probably be more a whispered statement, like a confession and an apology. IF he ever did this. I won’t put him as a hard no, because while it’s not fully his vibe, he is his mother’s child.

Mandy: Andy. lmao. And he would deserve Mason punching him (only because he would say it in such an infuriating manner to deflect, lmao). 

Clown Romance: Ava is the only person who would tolerate this from Nathaniel. Because Alexis would’ve already left and Kendis would be too busy giving him the finger. But Ava would pull an uno reverse with a ‘do it for me’ or ‘I’m doing this for you’ and NATHANIEL WILL LEARN FINALLY HOW IT FEELS. 

Which one is more protective? Who needs to be ‘protected’?

This might be a bit of a cop out but all of them need to be protected, and all of them would protect the other, in different ways. Even Misters ‘this is just casual fucking’ Andy & Mason. 

Describe their cozy night in.

Mandy: Sex. Eventually it’ll just be them being quiet old men, lmao. The activity will matter less than the fact that they’re doing it together, silence. Adult parallel play. I can see Andy taking up reading to Mason

Tareq x Ava: Watching soap operas and board games. 

Clown Romance: I could see Kendis cooking, Nate cleaning up, Ava and Alexis setting up. Alexis picks the music or the entertainment. Dinner and a movie brought home. Maybe a trivia night? Three fourths of that polyam is heckin competitive. 

Would they build a pillow fort together just because?

Feirre: Yes. Felix wouldn’t even have to ask that hard because Pierre would be so soft over how excited Felix is at the prospect (and it wont cause destruction soooooo). But Felix might regret it, because Pierre would get pedantic about measurements. It’s cool though, because Felix will be able to distract him and tease him. And sunshine man would win again.

Clown Romance: Yes. Even Alexis and Ava. Why? Because Kendis said so. 

Do either try to hide their emotions if upset? Can the other still tell?

Kelendis: Yes. Yes. *hums ‘lucky i’m in love with my best friend* 

Who’s the bigger tease?

Tareq & Ava: Tareq.

Feirre: Felix, but Pierre gives a good run.

All my N ships (why do I of all people have three N ships???) it’s Nat/e except for Clown Romance where my money is on Alexis. 

Valdam: Adam, haha. LMAO. 

How do their personalities compliment each other? How do they clash?

Valdam: They’re both pessimistic, lol. They’re both pragmatic and logical (surprisingly I know, in Val’s case) individuals. It is hard to describe it – but it isn’t so much they expect the worse, though they can, as they’re not fully surprised about the darker or more selfish aspects of others or the world. It’s a sorta ‘okay …’ / almost take it as it comes attitude. I’ve always said Adam’s acceptance of Val’s more “mercenary” side is what really has them working. They’re both very prone to justice and that drives them. Val is more duty-bound than they give themselves credit. I think Adam would encourage them not to approach it ironically but I think Val would bring back a zest to it for Adam, that sort of focus on the little guy and less what the agency-wills. They’re also both lonely and broken creatures, lmao. Though they have their teams, thankfully. 

They are both stubborn. Val is impulsive, prone to childishness, and can lash out emotionally while Adam overthinks, is highly serious, and draws inward. They both strive to ‘annoy’, in a sense, when upset or … annoyed themselves. Adam being condescending, Val being a brat/raccoon. 

Kate: They’re both very determined and optimistic. They’re the supportive type, the shoulder, the one that encourages. They take their responsibilities seriously and are hard-workers. They’re both homemakers. That said, Nate is infinitely more driven by his heart than Kendis is by hers – she’s big-hearted but she’s more wary about things than he is. So, he’d definitely encourage her to open up but she’d pull him back from getting his bleeding heart chopped up. They both love fancy and spending, but Kendis can balance a checkbook and is thrifty. So Nate would learn. 

Kendis is infinitely more stubborn than Nate. He’s also more romantic, in general but specifically in terms of what they’re both looking for at the moment. Kendis has a temper and a mouth on them, and I feel that would cause trouble if the game was darker. 

Do they always say 'i love you' before leaving?

Tareq & Ava: Tareq, obviously. 

Feirre: Felix, but Pierre catches onto the habit too. Maybe not as much as Felix, but he expresses it in other ways. 

Can they stay up all night just talking?

Kelendis: I’ll say yes. But more Kendis with the chats.

Feirre: Yep. 

Who's more likely to pull the other in by the waist and kiss them passionately?

Nai: Nat. But Kai DOES have his moments.

Tareq & Ava: Tareq. 

How likely are they to have fur babies? How many and what kind?

Feirre: Yes. I think Felix convinces Pierre when he sees how the cats in the building love him, so they get one cat. Ends up loving Felix more, but Pierre doeesn’t mind. 

Clown Romance: So many. Any kind Kendis can get their hands on. Once in their original ‘verse they adopted an extinct lizard (brought back to life by magic) and brought home a creepypasta deer and everyone had to be like YOU CAN’T KEEP IT KENDIS, and they were like I KNOW. but …. Did they? Did they really know?

Choose one song that perfectly describes their relationship.

Nai:  The More I See You by Nat King Cole

Feirre: Maybe not 100% but 90% Someone To You by BANNERS

[artsyaprilmr]

Some sketchezzz

[indira-korr]

Rex getting Domino Snuggles :3

As always, an uncropped version (not explicit, just butts) can be found on AO3.

[env0writes]

Umber Embers Vol.3, 9.16.24 “S.S. Endurance”

I ache And I wake And I take What I can I walk And I talk And I balk At the plan I scream And I dream And I seem To understand I endure And I am sure And I am anything but pure To be anything other than Making do As you do Through and through To see tomorrow’s view’s I ache And I talk And I seem To see it pure and true and through

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[thee-morrigan]

the words you're too scared to say

attachment theory, chapter 11 The Wayhaven Chronicles Nate Sewell/Holland Townsend rated M

Excerpt:

Summer melted away with a slow, easy slide, candle wax dripping and cooling along the smooth column of a long, white taper. The trees turned yellow, gold, orange. Another month gone, and the weather had begun to change, the air taking on a bite, a briskness. Officially fall, now: the nights were growing steadily colder, the air crisp and tart-sharp as the first bite of a perfectly ripe green apple, and the sky had taken on that crystalline brilliance, that startling, bright clarity that only autumn skies seem to possess. (As if everything was sharper, somehow. Clearer. As if the world had become somehow clearer, cleaner.) And Holland had never been one for the summer months. Had always felt like they were a little too hazy-thick, bright in the wrong ways. Too hot and too long, an endless taffy-stretch of days spent sweltering in the sticky-wet heat, sun beating down on everything, relentless and oppressive and draining, where everything was just too fucking much. But this summer, the days had slipped by far too quickly, and the nights even more so. (And the nights had been...) There hadn't been enough time, she thought. Hadn't been nearly enough of him. Summer, for once, had been too short and too little. For the first time she could remember, Holland longed for more of summer's relentless sprawl. (And she thought: There will never be enough of Nate, for as long as I live.) Another month gone. And Holland wondered if they would run out of time before she worked up the courage to tell him that she— well. That he meant more than she’d intended for him to mean.

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[kdelarenta]

mason

🤝

amelia

weirdly ominous prophecies about each other

[blazingwillows]

ARTIST CREDIT: Spooky Beans / on discord

TW:Blood, wounds, censored nudity

SO I JUST RELIZED I NEVER REALLY POSTED THIS ANYWHERE?! But like! It's my favorite part of wayhaven book three! I just loved how soft and tender Morgan is in this scene and the one before. (Minus her basically ripping the bathroom door off its hinges when she heard my detective scream in pain from the water.)

I don't think I can share the full art on Tumblr, but I love Agent Morgan and Onyx Walker so much!!!

[avadmortain]

an au where ava du mortain meets a charmingly infuriating performer at the local tavern that her and her fellow knights frequent.

an au where they fall in love and ava feels feelings she never thought she could ever feel before, an au where she finally understands what those inane poets were waxing on about.

an au where religious guilt and trauma gets in the way, shortly followed by the death of her entire family and her turning.

an au where the performer, her first and only love, also gets turned. unbeknownst to her. unbeknownst to one another.

an au where they both roam the earth for 900 long years, experiencing horrors and trials that no one human, no one being, should ever have to face.

an au where they come face to face, where one is working for the supernatural government, the agency. and where the other is working under the leader of the rogue supernaturals.

[sustainably-du-mortain]

WIP wednesday

i was tagged a little while ago by the amazing @nsewell and my beloved @grapecaseschoices to a little something, so I'm finally offering a short snippet of my first Felix x Côme piece (it's a lie, it's my second one, but I don't remember what title I gave the first doc and now I can't find it) i'm tagging @serenpedac, @nat-seal-well and @wayhavenots no pressure, of course!! <3

[lebuc]

good ship

* survivors on the good ship oblivious

have gotten accustomed to undulating tides

but not waves six feet high abhorred by untethered seafarers along for the ride.

from the comfort of their peaceful shores

those watching affairs of men who would rule evermore by hook or by crook

don't appear at all shaken by their quite unfashionable look waltzing on the world's stages.

head down, nose to grindstone, many grovel in minutae of the gravitas attending to our daily doings,

else they go undone - small consolation

knowing that administrators & legislators are ensconced in coverage: medical, financial, social, extra curricular, sunup to sundown

while supposedly keeping a keen eye out & a steady hand at the helm; for icebergs and tsunamis, respectively…

but that ship, as we now know, has already sailed. * 10/23 - lebuc - good ship

[grapecaseschoices]

idk what i love more. them fussing over f all at once or f being WHAT ABOUT MY BABE???

[swampwitched]

disaster ship meme for my wayhaven detective, nancy, and everyone’s favorite reporter bobby! they are so toxic and bad for each other and they compel me

template by @thunderin-brainstorm

[agentnatesewell]

[Title] Suri Batra at the end of the first (of many) Agent Nate Sewell routes

[sunshineandviolets]

the kind - hearted, gentle baker with a smile as sweet as the treats she serves & the bubbly, outgoing hopeless romantic who seems to be unaware that what she's looking for has been right in front of her this whole time...

Haley & Tina // The Wayhaven Chronicles

[straightuppotato-art]

Your Honor, they r in love :)

[thee-morrigan]

stay over if you can

attachment theory, chapter 7 The Wayhaven Chronicles Nate Sewell/Holland Townsend rated M

Excerpt:

By the time they'd finished eating, sitting on her back porch, the sky having shifted from gold to the velvet blue of twilight, Sleater had abandoned them both in favor of chasing lightning bugs across the lawn. It was a beautiful night. Evening had arrived with the sound of a choir, the cacophonous harmony of nightjars and spring peepers ringing from the trees, the occasional distant call of an owl or the shriek of a hawk cutting through the deepening smudge of indigo night overhead. It had grown noticeably cooler in the absence of sunlight, an evening breeze blowing the sweet fragrance of jasmine over the deck, their nighttime blossoms unfurling like paper fans in the dark. The glow of fireflies chased one another through the shadows, flitting like will-o-the-wisps, flashing out a language all their own. Holland swirled the remaining wine around in the bottom of her glass, watching her dog bound through the shadowed grass, her speckled coat limned in the pale gold of the porch light, tail wagging gleefully as she darted amongst the dusk-washed hydrangea blooms. Everything felt soft and lovely, muted and languid in a way that made Holland want to linger, just like this — just as they were, warm and content in the waning light of day. The thought struck something soft and bright in her heart — a sliver of the kind of happiness she hadn't felt in so long she wasn't sure what it was. It was sharp and aching and sweet and warm all at once, and she wanted it — she wanted to capture this feeling, to hold it in her hands and wrap herself in it, to bask in it like a cat stretched out in a patch of sunshine. It felt — she felt — she wanted — She wasn't totally sure what she felt, actually. (As for what she wanted...well. She had some specific thoughts on that front.) It had been a long time since someone made her feel like this. Since someone had her so off-kilter. It was a little unsettling. It was a little exciting, too, which made it even worse. "Thank you, by the way," she said, not looking at Nate but rather still tracking her dog's movement, legs curled underneath her in her chair, the loose folds of her dress shifting against her thighs. "For dinner, I mean. It was delicious." She glanced at Nate, then, only to find him already watching her, a faint smile tugging at his lips. The look in his eyes was warm and almost too fond. It made something inside her flutter like a startled bird. "You're very welcome," Nate said, the corners of his mouth curling upwards. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." “A very compelling bribe,” she added, taking a sip of her wine, eyes drifting back to Sleater, now standing motionless, ears pricked, the tip of her tail quivering as she tracked the movements of some invisible prey amongst the flowerbeds. “Canine sedition notwithstanding.”

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