#wayhaven summer

[wayhavensummer]

…👀🏳️‍🌈☀️…

[crownleys]

Hot girl summer? No no, Sexy Sewell Summer.

[nerdierholler]

Sincerest and a million thanks to a friend who gifted me this ADORABLE chibi of Ethan by @mariemarion!!! I love him so much with his sword! Adam also likes the sword but would never really admit it, of course.

I have thoughts about how dear Ethan ended up wielding a sword but it will have to wait until a non-work day for me to write anything coherent.

He's so wonderful. It's such a fantastic surprise <3 <3 <3

[canavaris]

I got tagged by @brother-genitivi to do this uquiz as my oc and then make them in this meiker (so thanks for the tag lee!!!).

I chose my detective clarissa (again lmao.). Also I think everyone's been tagged already so just take this as a tag if you want to take part!!

Belladonna

This is the poison of falling in love. You taste it and your heart beats fast. Your eyes dilate, you fall into deep delirium. You may be a bit dramatic and impulsive, and it gets you into trouble sometimes, but you just can't help yourself. It's in your blood. You love because it is the truest beauty you've found in this harsh world. Even when it's hurt you before, when it's poisoned you, you still find a way. They may call you naive for still believing in it, or vain for making yourself and your surroundings so meticulously lovely. But to love like this is brave and noble, and I hope you find the beauty you seek. Chances are, it's within and all around you already, if you know where to look.

[seraphinitegames]

The Wayhaven Chronicles—Update 27/Sept/2024 

I’ve finished the base writing for Chapter Four, and I’ve almost finished the first edits!!

As you might be able to tell, it’s been a very productive week, hehe! :D

Chapter Four came together sooo smoothly! There wasn’t as many scenes, which helped, but also a major chunk of it was just the MC and another character, which obviously helps keeps variations of scenes to a smaller amount with so few characters—though I still had to put a good amount in to account for some very important choices with this very important character…

But there was a really specific line I wanted this chapter to end on, as I finally got to write it I was like vibrating with excitement, lol! :D It sets up not only the next chapter on a fun, if intense, note, but also the rest of the story!

After I finished writing, I dove straight into the editing! There was an important bit of ‘mirroring’ I really wanted to get into this chapter at the beginning and end for the romances, so getting to read back through and make sure that was clear but also subtle was great to check on!

The romances really are progressing now, and although I want that to be obvious through dialogue and actions, I also want it to be there in the subtler, quieter moments too. I think that’s where deeper feelings can really shine the most! More of an instinctual thing than something the characters are actively doing.

Next week, I will easily finish of the edits and rewrites for this chapter, and then move onto social media days.

Social media days will take a bit longer as I have the Autumnal Scenario Specials for Patreon to write, which is really going to get me in the autumnal mood…before jumping back into the heated summer going on for the next chapter, hehe! :D

Hope you all have the most amazing weekend! We’ll be offline as usual, so I’ll update you all again next week! <3

[queen-scribbles]

It's darkest before the dawn // But you don't need to do this alone

Abigail "AJ" Jenings | Lily of the Valley

I took advantage of @gncrezan's summer portrait sale to get my Wayhaven girls(all of them :3), and first up is, of course, my best beloved AJ, in all her freckley, curly-haired glory. 🤩😊

[Mallory] ∙ [Janine] ∙ [Kasey] ∙ [Chessi]

[schmetective]

home;

pairing: Nathaniel Sewell x the Detective synopsis: (Somewhere in Book 3,) After a night of sleep for all of Unit Bravo (humor me), Nate insists on seeing the Detective off when they leave the Warehouse for the police station. The Detective muses about home.

“Mmm,” you hum against Nate’s lips, resolve forcing you to lift your hands from his waist to his chest so that you can pull away. Your words are framed with soft laughter as you force yourself to say them. “Okay, I really have to go now.”

The rays of the summer morning sun peek through the canopy of trees surrounding the clearing around the warehouse, making Nate’s skin look as if he’s glowing. You hear Morgan’s voice somewhere in your head, arguing with no malice that Maybe you’re just that in love with him. You can hear a smirk in her voice to boot. And maybe you are just that in love with him. Your heart, let alone your mind, can’t help the smile that tugs at the corners of your mouth as you gaze at the tall vampire, suddenly thankful once again that real vampires aren’t like the vampires of myth. You get to enjoy how he looks in the glow of the morning; see the soft breeze play with his brown hair like you had done earlier in the morning. You refrain from following suit now, though, because then you really wouldn’t be able to leave.

At your words, he opens his eyes slowly. Something akin to sadness swims and swirls inside the warmth of them, but he smiles gently nonetheless. For a moment, you wonder protectively with a heavy heart about what, besides you leaving, makes him sad. “Do you?” He asks, no real force behind the question. “You’re welcome to stay home for one more day, you know.”

Home. Your heart flutters when he calls the warehouse that.

You let out a soft breath of laughter, and it draws Nate close once more, nestling the tip of his nose in your cheek as his smile grows. Your chest tightens with sadness at his words— how you wished you could stay. But your town needed you. You were meant to keep them safe, and all you did was be the cause of their loved ones going missing. You wished you could stay. You wished everything was fine in Wayhaven so that you couldstay.

The thoughts have your smile fading just a bit, your gaze dropping to the ground. But the way Nate pulls you even closer to him has you forgetting them until all you’re thinking of is him.

And how you don’t want to leave him.

“Nate,” you laugh again in protest. Despite the facade you were trying to keep up, your arms find their way around his neck in a loose embrace. “I’m going to be late now…”

This time when he pulls away, he laughs. Heaves a little, albeit still dramatic, sigh.

And surely it’s meant to tug at your heart (it does).

You smile.

He smiles too.

“Okay,” he says with another sigh, running a hand over his hair, then letting it rest at the back of his neck.

“Okay?” You confirm, eyebrows raised. Feeling the chill the breeze brings along with it now that he’s no longer holding you.

As if thinking, he purses his lips for a moment then nods and smiles reassuringly. “Yes,” he says with a laugh. “Now go.”

You reflect his smile. “All right…” You take a step back. “I’ll be home again before you even notice I’m gone.”

A couple weeks ago, home was your apartment. Home was Wayhaven. Nate calls the warehouse your home. But maybe…

Maybe home wasn’t really any of those places, or maybe it was. Maybe home was him. Nathaniel Sewell.

Nate’s eyes widen when you call the warehouse ‘home,’ but soon enough, the surprise is melting into a soft, gentle gaze. He highly doubts you could be home again before he notices you’re gone— he already misses you.

And he’s tempted to tell you just as much, but instead he just squints teasingly at you as he watches you walk back towards your car. The teasing look softens when you finally stop walking backwards and turn around. He pushes his hands into the pockets of his green pajama pants to keep from reaching out for you again.

His soft words float on the morning breeze, dancing as they make their way over to you and beckon you to turn around once more just as you reach your car.

Your eyes meet his, noticing their haziness; hazy again but not with sleep… “See you soon, ya rouhi.”

… with love.

He’s got this warmth washing over you even though he’s standing yards away— something only he can make possible. It washes over you and makes you feel as if you’re melting in the best way possible. Like sinking into a warm bath after a long day or burrowing yourself under a blanket for a nap. You bite down on your lower lip, trying to keep the smile on your lips from growing any wider. Searching and failing to find it in you to speak, you nod.

You reach for the car door handle halfheartedly, giving him a little wave with your other hand. He mimics it before his hand disappears into his pocket again.

Because if he hadn’t done so, then he really would be walking over to you. He really would reach out to you and take your hand, pulling you gently out of the car so he could hold you once more. You’ve got his heart in your hands, after all. Even as you buckle yourself into your little car and start the engine. How was he to stop himself from following after it?

He catches your eye through the windshield. Faintly hears your heart thud in your chest the moment your gazes connect. A smile spreads across his face at the sound, and he lets out a breath of laughter as it does.

I love you, Nate mouths to you over the sound of your car’s engine.

——————————

“That’s gotta be the longest goodbye,” Farah says with a grin, watching from the window of the common room as the Detective’s car rolls away. She watches Nate finally turn around and make his way back inside.

“You creep,” Morgan comments, plopping herself down on a chair and sighing. “Why are you watching them?”

It’s not really a question.

“That took like ten minutes! It’s like he’s sending them off to war or something.” Farah snickers at her own joke, surely waking the commanding agent if he’s not already up and about by now (he is).

Morgan lifts her foot and rests it on Nate’s coffee table, a smirk making its way to her face. “Watch it be fifteen tomorrow.”

“Is that a bet? I think it’s a—“

“You have a gambling addiction,” comes the voice of Adam as he steps into the room.

“Come on, Adam,” Farah laughs, leaning back against the wall and crossing her arms with a bright smile. “What’ll it be? I’m betting twenty minutes. Morgan’s got fifteen.”

Morgan’s gaze shifts to Adam, an eyebrow raised. The blond crosses his arms as well as he looks at Farah.

A moment of silence.

The vampires hear Nate’s footsteps as he make his way to them.

Then, Adam smirks.

“Thirty.”

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing!”

“Is your foot on my table?”

“Yeah right…”

[nat-seal-well]

wip whenever <3

I was tagged by @aztarion and @nsewell!

Tagging @evilbunnyking @crownleys @deepinifhell @wayhavenots and anyone else who wants to share :)

Under the cut is a snippet from the selkie au that i swear i haven't abandoned, lol

For a few months, she thought she managed to break away from her doomed fate by learning how to love the sea instead of trembling in fear. The ocean came to her on two legs, wrapped in a seal skin, and with a hunger for knowledge she wanted more than anything to know and understand and satiate. She found something beautiful that she wanted to keep safe and close to her. She almost believed she was free.

It turns out it was just the low tide. But the water is coming back in. 

Natalie Sewell has been bound to the sea for as long as it has been a part of her family name, unable to escape, unable to pull herself back to dry land. It just took her too long to notice until the water was already over her head. 

The first time she sees it, she finds Marin wandering the halls at night. 

Nat’s dreams are haunted by the wind lashing against the warehouse. It’s a heavy storm, laden with precipitation, the likes of which Wayhaven only sees twice a year: at the end of fall and the end of summer, though this November weather is so much colder than the rain that will batter the town later on. The sounds have managed to sneak their way into her head, tossing her about on a deck ship slick-soaked with moisture. Dream-Nat can’t tell if it’s wet because of the rain, or the sea, or the blood. Something tells her it is all three. Her screams are lost with each world-shaking clap of thunder and something hot and red is smeared across her face, and—

She wakes with a gasp at a terrible rumble from the heavens, one hand reaching for the other half of the bed, where Marin always has been ever since they made this place their home, too. Once she feels the solid weight of them under the blanket, her racing heart will stop and her mind will settle. All she has to do is touch them. She just…

There is nothing there. The other half of the bed is cold. Cold and empty. 

[blissfulalchemist]

2 Truths and a Lie (The Wayhaven Chronicles)

Results!

1. Truth - While its still not perfect and ideal it's a nice medium to have music that Hayat loves but isn't gonna assault Mason's senses in the same manner. Hayat just can't stand total silence so its a bit of a must. 2. Truth - When he first moved out she would visit and would complain that the tea didn't taste the same because it wasn't like the ones at home, but no way was she going to let him have one of hers! When visiting Wayhaven one summer there was an outdoor market/art fair and the person that originally made her cups was there so he had one specially made for her. Well four just in case any broke or got lost. Felix once tried to use one and it was a bit of a comedy bit in stopping him from using them. 3. Lie - And he has no intention of ever kissing that man again! While Bobby has tried he's had no luck.

[fauville]

fandom: the wayhaven chronicles rating: general pairing: nate sewell/female detective (charlie langford)

i'm so embarrassed because of how self indulgent this fic is, but people wanted me to post it soooooo. i think about dad!nate a lot, so maybe i will write more about it at some point!

★ ★ ★

Charlie is frowning at the inadequate selection of apples at the marketplace, her hand resting on her belly over her chiffon summer dress when she hears Nate calling her name in the crowd.

She turns around with an exasperated sigh, a half-smile on her face and scans the mass of people for her husband, but Nate must be somewhere further in the crowd, because she can't see his towering frame anywhere near her. But he will find her soon enough.

She left him at the book stall where he was distracted enough for her to slip away for a moment. She intendented to go back to him before he noticed her disappearance, but she got hungry and left to find a snack at the food section of the market.

The owner of the fruit stall is glaring at her, so Charlie quickly points out the most juicy looking apple and pays for it, before Nate appears from the crowd with a worried frown on his brow.

For a moment Charlie just stares at him; she will never get used to how attractive he is and they've known each other for three years. His hair is tied up in a knot and he's wearing a pure white t-shirt and jean shorts. He kind of looks like a dad.

Which is lucky because he will be one soon.

“Charlotte!” Nate says, when he reaches her and immediately pulls her into a loving hug. “You're alright.”

Charlie can't help the snort that she lets out. “Yes, I am. I'm not lying dead in a ditch somewhere, don't you worry, dearest.”

Nate scowls. “Don't even joke about that,” he says and lays a protective hand on her stomach.

Charlie chuckles and covers Nate's hand with her own, patting it reassuringly. “I was gone for ten minutes,” she says gently.

“Fifteen,” Nate huffs and shakes his head. “That’s fifteen too many.”

“I'm pretty sure we're safe enough at the moment,” Charlie points out, when Nate bends down to kiss her forehead, cradling her closer to him.

“Maybe,” Nate admits a little reluctantly. He takes Charlie's hands to his own, rubbing a thumb against her knuckle. “But I would still prefer you would remain close by.”

“You know I can take care of myself,” Charlie reminds him, but her tone comes out mostly fond instead of firm like she attempted. This is a conversation they’ve had for countless of times in the last six months, but so far nothing has changed.

Nate starts leading her away from the crowd and Charlie bites into the apple she bought earlier. It’s dry and sour and she grimaces after the first taste.

“I know,” Nate says, so softly Charlie can barely hear it through all the noise around them. “But I can't help but worry.”

He stops walking and spins around to look at her properly and takes her hands, the bitten apple rolling from her hand on to the stone paving. There's something in his gaze Charlie can’t read. Something desperate and insurmountable.

“You're carrying my child,” he says. “Our child. That means I can barely think beyond the worry I constantly feel when you're not near. I'm so afraid of losing you both that it's almost making me lose my sanity and all reason.”

Charlie swallows. She can feel her eyes starting to water. Damn pregnancy hormones. “Nate…”

“I know,” Nate murmurs before she can open her mouth, smiling softly down at her, pressing a kiss to their linked hands. “I will work on it. I promise.”

Charlie nods, something inside her chest soaring. “Thank you,” she answers, because she knows that Nate means it and that’s enough for her.

Then she looks sadly at the dropped apple on the ground. It may have been dry and sour, but she’s still hungry like… well, a woman who’s eating for two.

“I'm hungry,” Charlie says and Nate laughs so loudly a few people close to them flinch and give him the dirty eye. He throws them a sheepish smile and gets a few starstruck looks back, which makes Charlie roll her eyes affectionately.

“Let's go home, ya rouhi,” he replies, guiding her towards the car. “I'll cook.”

[artsyaprilmr]

Happy Wayhaven Day everybody! Have this "UB: summer edition" drawing (+ the Detective under the cut because he is too tall)

[coffeewithcutcaffeine]

How the Ink Flows: 2024 scribbles by one Miss Lin ✨

Because my uni schedule has been kicking me in the butt constantly these days, I have decided to write this post to let you all know (as well as to make myself try to stick to my goals) what I am currently working on and what I would love to share with you this year! ❤️️ Also, at the end of the post under the cut, there is an important question regarding my taglist -- please, read the info if you follow my works and/or want to read some of them!

VOIEVOD

Vlad Dracula will most definitely remain my number-one priority for this year. So far, the update on the upcoming works for his story looks like this:

I am currently working on Second Chances, the work that maps one of the epic battles of Vlad's life, namely his spectacular duel with the former Voivode Vladislav II that marks the beginning of his second (and longest) reign. I have had to put my writing on hold for a while as I tackle my new uni schedule but will do my best to get back to the WIP as soon as possible!

Next, there is Novus Rex, Nova Lex which deals with the beginnings of Vlad's rule, and the tensions between him and the boyars. This WIP is also a strong homage to the wonderful Romanian movie Vlad Ţepeş (1979) as I have decided to borrow a fabulous scene from it and use it for Vlad's story. Hopefully, I will do it justice!

I would also love to focus on the beginnings of Vlad and Cătălina's relationship. You have already had the chance to meet the wonder of a woman, but the start of their love story and all the circumstances that lead to it definitely deserve to be told chronologically.

If all goes well, I would try to also dip my toes into Vlad's years with the Ottomans and try to explore the Drăculești family. A certain Mușat will most likely also make an appearance.

OPEN HEART

The world of Dr. Laura Levchenko has currently been put on hold for an indefinite period, mainly because I am heavily struggling with the overall story and some characters in it. I would also love to drift away from her role in the romantic relationship and explore her character as an individual. I think there is a lot of work to do for me to reassess what I want to say through my writing and what I want to do with the plot.

If all goes well and inspiration kicks me in this universe, I would love to delve into a series mapping her life directly after the maitotoxin attack. If you want to see Laura away from Ethan and shine individually in her pain, then this might be for you. ❤️️

CRIMES OF PASSION

I have been planning to finish a few works I have in mind for this story since summer but, unfortunately, the WIPs keep being abandoned by their negligent writer! I want to heavily redo and expand what we have been given in canon and turn it into something more serious and personal -- being from Eastern Europe, this story hits very close to home, and I would love to give it the levity and portrayal it deserves. So far, the WIP that I would love to work on more is called Silence, Silence, Dry and Black and explores heavier cultural and political themes. I am aware it might not be everyone's cup of tea but hope you would give it a shot nonetheless.

THE WAYHAVEN CHRONICLES

I am still exploring the story and toying around with my M!MC but, if all goes well, I have a very particular idea for a fic I would love to write this year! I am still not sure if I will make a single work from it or divide it into two shorter fics, but I hope to make it happen. Expect pure indulgence on my part as this will be my inner romantic pouring her heart out.

TAGLIST

This way, I would also like to share that I am thinking of creating a taglist for those who are still willing to read my word vomit! I would use it to:

tag you on my Voievod works that I post both here and on AO3,

tag you on my TWC fics that I will most likely post both here and on AO3 when the time comes,

tag you on posts regarding my OH and CoP fics that (for reasons) I have decided to post solely on AO3. However, I have chosen to always make posts with an AO3 link attached to them so that you do not miss a heads-up whenever a new fic is published.

Please, do not hesitate to write a comment under this post or send me a DM if you want to be added to my taglist! ❤️️

[nerdierholler]

In going through my wayhaven writing I found this snippet. This is all there is to it. I have no idea where I was going with this idea but here's an opening for ya.

“It was a dark and stormy night.” That was how these kinds of stories were supposed to start. A far off castle, lightning crackling in the distance, something… not human… lurking in the shadows, and an innocent victim painfully unaware of their impending fate. Somehow they never mention the stacks of paperwork, stale coffee, and distant yelling about petty squabbles that make it incredibly difficult to concentrate.  Ethan looked up from the kitchen table and stared longingly at the sunny summer day outside.

[delucadarling]

grabbing each other's hands in crowds or when crossing the street to "be safe" - for Barbie/Mason, please! 🥰 (~agentnatesewell)

The sun is bright and the hot, damp air clings heavily to every inch of Barbie's body. Even in her sleeveless dress she feels like she's melting into the grass. When Kira had described Wayhaven's annual summer fete, she had known it would be hot and sunny. She hadn't realized there wouldn't be enough tents to escape the heat though, nor had she realized that the fete was such a big deal that people from neighboring towns would be attending as well. The mayor seems more than pleased by the turn out, even as Barbie is doing her best to not scream every time someone jostles her as they pass.

She clings to her condensation covered bottle of beer and her sanity with slippery fingers.

It is beautiful at least. Flowers and greenery cover every surface, and smiling faces can be seen all around. Market stalls have been set up, dozens upon dozens of local artisans selling their wares to eager customers.

Across the clearing, where a dance floor has been erected, she can see Kira and Nat doing a lively country jig, one that Nat was likely around for the inception of. How they can be moving so vigorously in this heat with glowing expressions of delight, she will never know.

A young child bumps her as he hurries to catch up with his older siblings. A flicker of annoyance passes over Barbie; her patience runs much deeper for children. When a careless adult next bumps into her, nearly dislodging her beer, she has to clench her jaw to say nothing despite how it makes displeasure stab up and down the side of her they touched.

"Hey," a familiar and much beloved voice says from her left. Barbie blinks past the sensation, spotting Mason. He doesn't seem to be enjoying himself any more than she is, but last she'd seen he was lingering by the SUV, determined to stay out of the crowd.

"Hello," Barbie says. Mason holds a hand out, palm up, and she takes it. He tugs her closer, looking around for a moment before spotting a clear path through the crowd.

"Let's go." He heads off, leading Barbie along behind him.

Not that she really cares, but Barbie still has to ask, "Where?"

"Away from the bullshit," Mason replies, catching a few dirty looks from parents. She hurries to keep up, wishing for once she hadn't bothered wearing heels.

Part of her wants to be disappointed. She had been so excited to attend with Kira. At the same time, she can't deny that all she feels as the crowd thins out is relief. All the more so when Mason takes them both down a shadowed alleyway, out of the sun. They take shelter from the festivities there, watching at a distance. The beer bottle in her hand is gently tugged away.

"You came just to get me?" Barbie asks. Mason nods. She curves an eyebrow.

"You did it for me," he says. She blinks, and he adds, "At that shitty carnival."

"Oh, right." Barbie laughs, surprised he remembers that. She barely does. Looking back out, she considers the fete. "I thought I wanted to be there."

"You can go back." Mason shrugs, then takes a deep pull of the beer. She's entranced for a moment, watching the movement of his throat as he swallows. Then Barbie's gaze dips down to their hands, still joined together.

"No," Barbie says, wetting her lips. "I can think of better ways to spend my time."

[seraphinitegames]

The Wayhaven Chronicles—Update 09/August/2024

I have to start this week’s update off with the most MASSIVE and heartfelt thank you to my amazing patrons! Not only for their amazing support so as Wayhaven can happen, but for their incredible and generous comments on the demo!

And speaking of the demo, the public release of Chapter Two of Book Four will be tomorrow! So majorly hyped for everyone to get a chance to see what’s coming up :D A lot happens in this chapter to set up the story as well as the villain’s introduction…😊

This week, whilst working on polishing up bits of the demo, it was social media days! Had great fun with the Tumblr asks—some really fun ones this month, as well as some lore and character ones that let me sneak in a couple of foreshadowing things…hehe! ;D

The first of Summer Scenario Specials also went up on Patreon! It was Mason/Morgan’s trip to the spa, which took an unexpected turn, lol!

Then it was trying to mop up all the extra things I have to do so I can get back to full-on writing! There’s a lot of goals I want to tick off over the coming week with the writing, and I’ll be starting that tomorrow too. I can really push ahead now the demo is out!

Hope you all have the most amazing weekend and enjoy the demo if you get the chance to check it out! We’ll be offline as usual, so I’ll update you all again next week <3

[wildfairies]

it's wild how life happens. i started replaying a hacked version of the kim kardashian game in december 2021 to avoid the reality that i was failing 2 of my college classes. because of that, i googled 'a tale of crowns,' which is the name of the game of thrones ripoff the kk:h player character stars in. that's how i stumbled across one of my favorite things of all time: the interactive fiction called a tale of crowns. then i became obsessed with this choose-your-own-adventure format and barely slept the next three days while i played the sword of rhivenia and wayhaven and the soul stone war. i spent all spring obsessively playing every if i could find. then my desire to create atoc fanart reminded me that i'd been dying to learn to make cool sims edits but i forgot about it after going back to school. so then i started making my mcs in sims and slowly learning photoshop while i should've been in class for all of spring 2022. then i saved up in the summer and bought a new laptop that could run gshade and handle games and editing much better. then i wanted to have a simblr presence so badly and started posting and spending time on tumblr. then i decided to branch out and play dragon age because of an offhand comment the author of wayhaven made answering a tumblr ask. because of that i fell in love with rpgs and played the whole da series, mass effect, skyrim, and bought bg3. then i got into critical role bc of simblr, and at first i didn't think dnd was for me but i liked watching it. then bg3 came out and became my obsession and i realized maybe dnd was for me. and now here i am looking up ttrpg events in my area and joining a beginner dnd discord server and all the things that are the most interesting and important to me rn i never would've gotten into if i hadn't done the worst thing i ever did.