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I just wanna say I absolutely love your work and you got me hooked on the Wayhaven Chronicles within the very first page! Im just wondering, what would Adam do if he overheard the MC talking with Tina about him? Like the MC confesses that shes in love with him but that shes worried he wont feel the same way?

*slams hand on desk* Agh, I love this trope!!!!

I’m not sure it’s something I will put in Wayhaven, and I think I have had an ask on it before but still…

It’s Friday as well, so I’m gonna indulge a bit with a scene, hehe!

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A police station shouldn’t be this quiet. Adam purses his lips at the thought, staring around the practically empty station, only the young fair-haired boy in sight at the front desk.

Pushing himself out of his chair, Adam strides towards the boy in order to ask for an update, but part way there a familiar voice makes his steps falter.

“I don’t think Adam feels the same way.”

The statement almost has Adam tripping over his own feet. Straightening out his shirt, he leans against the nearby desk, thankful that his powerful hearing means he doesn’t need to approach the detective’s office to hear this suddenly captivating conversation.

“How can you think that?” Officer Poname asks, her voice always at an excited pitch that sets Adam’s teeth on edge.

The detective sighs. “Have you seen how he acts around me? He’s always so eager to tell me my faults or let me know how human—uh, how useless I am.”

Adam tenses. His sudden anxiety should have been from the way the detective had almost slipped up, but instead his shoulders knot together at the words the detective uses.

“Maybe you shouldn’t care what he thinks,” Tina offers.

A growl echoes low from Adam at that reply.

“I wish I didn’t, but I can’t help it.” The detective’s voice deflates.

“Why?”

There’s a beat of silence, one that is almost deafening.

“Because I love him.”

If Adam had to breathe, he was sure he would have stopped completely. His chest seems to constrict until he can feel his ribs digging into his heart.

The words run wild in his mind, over and over.

It’s too much. It can’t be true. It shouldn’t be true.

And before he knows what he’s doing, Adam heaves himself up from the desk, knocking a tray of papers off in the process. The papers whirl around his solid form as he marches from the station, throwing the doors open so hard a crack forms across the sharp glass.

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Hope you enjoyed it! Thank you so much for the ask :)

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Felix, Nate, Adam, and Mason of Unit Bravo from The Wayhaven Chronicles

#the wayhaven chronicles #adam du mortain #nathaniel sewell #felix hauville #mason

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“My gaze flickers for just a moment to one side and, through the crowds, I’m amazed to find Adam staring over at us, his jaw set tightly.”

#wayhaven chronicles #this scene kills my heart

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“This is the team my mother is so proud of? She can keep them.”

Recently read The Wayhaven Chronicles demo and I’m so in love honestly one of the best wips I’ve read (*＾▽＾)

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Unit Bravo + Colours

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I adore this

#wayhaven chronicles

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Wayhaven Chronicles doodles! I’ve been low-key overjoyed about the first book getting finished for some time now so here is the portrait of my detective and the guy!unit portraits/studies (i hope i remembered their descriptions right) <3

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I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

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shining through the dark your eyes reveal my heart like the moonlight

so um i’m REALLY in love with graves from @datenighto‘s game, Hustle Cat like, sUPER in love with him WOOPS gonna draw a lot of fanart probabbbblyyyyyyy someone please talk to me about Hustle Cat where is this fandom… is it just really small…

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Asra x MC enjoying a cute n cozy day in?

You were alone when you woke up, nice and warm and bundled up in blankets but with no one at your side. You yawned and sat up, rubbing your eyes before looking around for your magician. Why was he not in bed? You knew for a fact that Asra was probably the only person who loved sleep more than you did, yet he was gone. Something tickled your forehead and you looked up to see Faust above you, hanging from a beam in the ceiling. She dropped slowly to wrap around your shoulders, and you nuzzled the snake affectionately.“Good morning, Faust,” you said, “Where’s Asra?” The snake flicked her tongue at you for a moment before replying. Rain. And then you heard it: the soft but sure pitter patter of rain drops on the shop’s roof. Your eyes shot open in realization. Then, you threw off the blankets and ran downstairs with a delighted smile, still in your pajamas and Faust around your shoulders. The front door was already open, and your smile widened at the sight of your magician. Asra knew how much you loved this weather, and always made it a point to collect a couple jars of rainwater whenever it was so much as drizzling outside. At the moment, it was pouring, and he was picking up a few almost full jars from the floor. “Good morning, love,” Asra said. “Do you need some help?” You asked, noticing that he might have been carrying just one too many jars. “No, I’ll be right in. Go on back up to bed, I’ll have breakfast started once I change into something dry.” “Oh, nonsense,” you replied, letting Faust slither off your shoulders before stepping out into the rain and taking a jar from him.“You should’ve stayed inside, love, you’ll be soaked in seconds if you stay out here,” Asra said in an almost scolding tone, but you knew from the grin on his face that he hardly meant it. “How could I stay inside? You know I love the rain.” “And I love you, my dear,” He replied, leaning forward and kissing your now wet forehead. “I love you, too, silly. Now we can get dry together, hm? And spend the rest of the day in bed.” “With some biscuits and tea, and Faust, of course,” Asra added, ushering the two of you inside and allowing Faust to crawl onto him. Then, the three of you did just that.

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tbh I didn’t really know where I was going with this but I hope it was okay!! thanks for the request

#ArcanaSpotlight #Arcana Spotlight #Rainy Day

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The Arcana ⟼ Main Characters | Part 2

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Okay….I’m not one for begging straight up money without doing commission work or anything, but this is like, a dire emergency. Well, its for my erm…friend? Boyfriend? I have no idea…. Listen, he doesn’t know I’m doing this and I would like to keep it that way, possibly. He’s 22 years old and he’s disabled and unemployed. He just got something in the mail that tells him he needs to pay $257.39 for his income tax and benefit return from two years ago. He currently has $165 in his possession but he needs $93 more. Here’s my paypal paypal.me/MadisonGreenleaf Please, if you could donate that would be lovely! If it helps, I could maybe do drawings or something for the people who donate. If you can’t donate, can you at least reblog and spread this around. He needs $93 by January 31, 2018!! Thank you!!

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Elie Saab | Fall/Winter 2017 Couture

#percysface

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Splendid.

In which Asra develops new interests because of MC and Nadia notices.

Inspired by this lovely image by @nalshira

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Asra had been rather off for days now. It started small, as most things do, changes that only those who knew the magician as well as Nadia did would have noticed; he’d gained a sudden interest in a specific flower, for instance. Asra had never passed up an opportunity to spend an afternoon in the gardens, but as of late, Nadia noticed an odd smile playing on his lips whenever they passed a plot of those pretty petals.

The Countess had questioned him after the third time she’d found him staring, but Asra only gave a small shrug of his shoulders and moved along the path, still smiling dreamily. Nadia did not fail to notice the faint blush on his face, but she left it alone. Though she did make a note to import more of the little buds for her gardens.

The next change was initially brought to her attention by some of her staff. Apparently, the magician had been spending an inordinate amount of time in the kitchens, pestering the cooks about a certain recipe for a dish that she had never known him to particularly like. Nadia investigated the situation herself, one day, and found the magician in quite a state.

Asra was leaning over a counter-top, a book of recipes in his hands, mumbling to Faust, who had curled herself around a bowl of unidentifiable ingredients. Both master and familiar were coated in a thin layer of flour, and Nadia had to take a minute to compose herself before she made her presence known.

Seeing her, Asra straightened himself up and laughed too casually, explaining that he’d always wanted to take up cooking. Nadia did not miss his reddened face under the flour. She smiled, said nothing, and grabbed a wash cloth to help clean up the mess.

The Countess had an inkling, of course, about what was going on with her dear Asra. What else could make him act so flustered, especially around her? Her suspicions were confirmed when she found a name carved into the base of a tree in her gardens, and Nadia found herself sitting down in front of it, satisfied that she had been right.

A gentle hissing came from behind her, and Nadia smiled as Faust came to sit beside her. Asra was frozen, looking from Nadia to where he had carved that name, his face redder than she’d ever seen. Suddenly, he was on his hands and knees behind her, burying his face into the cloth of her dress as if that would relieve the blush in his cheeks.

“Nadi,” he mumbled, “I think I’m in love.”

The Countess could only smile again, saying, “How splendid, Asra.”