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[not-sewell]

hello everyone, the spirits of creative writing finally possessed me last night and i was finally able to complete a fic i had kinda left abandoned three whole years ago <333

Zabaan-e-Yaar [The Beloved's Tongue]

pairing: Nate Sewell x f!detective (Mona Batra) word count: ~1000 words rating: G summary: language nerds being language nerds, what can I say? tagging: @agentnatesewell @serenpedac @farahswife @zeesqueere @lalizah because they had been cheering me on from the sidelines and so i am handing them this fic like a child hand's their parents their art. i hope it's worth putting up on ur refrigerators. 🫶

Summer in Wayhaven has not been particularly sweltering yet, but it seems to have announced its arrival.

A quiet, rare summery afternoon finds Nate and Mona seated leisurely in the Warehouse library. Rare, indeed.

The sofa has long been abandoned to prevent the simmering heat from causing the fabric to stick to their skin. Mona sprawls across a luxurious rug on the floor, balancing her weight on her forearms as she pores over a tome. Nate leans back against the foot of the sofa in front of Mona, flicking through the pages of a book he has been reading this week.

This is nice. Peaceful. The silence is punctuated only by the faint trill of the birds nearby.

Sunlight peeks through the window curtains, carefully -- as though afraid to disrupt the apparent stillness. Try as it might, however, it has. A stray ray of sunshine momentarily trapped in the confines of Mona’s locket finds its escape, reflecting against the walls and capturing Nate's attention in the process.

Looking up from his book, Nate cannot help but feel arrested by Mona's presence. A sight to behold: the light casts a gentle glow over her relaxed features and, along with her open tresses, paints an almost ethereal picture. 

He forces his gaze back to the pages of the book, an effort admittedly half-hearted, and he finds his attention invariably slipping – his gaze travelling irresistibly back to Mona each time, the beginnings of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Each time he looks up, he gives in to the temptation to linger a moment longer, until—

“The book you’re reading is about an inch or two lower than where your gaze is set right now, Agent Sewell,” Mona breaks the silence, without lifting her gaze from the tome before her. Her voice would sound stern if not for the smile tugging at her lips.

--

[find the rest on AO3!]

[not-sewell]

the 'tellus is alive' discovery moodboard (i've replayed for the 5th time)

side note: @fir-fireweed, the wait for the public update has been AGONISNG

[hagiomoto]

Please consider setting up a recurring donation to Project Muhammad.

Help the people in Gaza

From the heart of besieged Gaza, where life has become a daily struggle for survival and childhood has lost all its basic protections, the E

[not-sewell]

hello everyone, the spirits of creative writing finally possessed me last night and i was finally able to complete a fic i had kinda left abandoned three whole years ago <333

Zabaan-e-Yaar [The Beloved's Tongue]

pairing: Nate Sewell x f!detective (Mona Batra) word count: ~1000 words rating: G summary: language nerds being language nerds, what can I say? tagging: @agentnatesewell @serenpedac @farahswife @zeesqueere @lalizah because they had been cheering me on from the sidelines and so i am handing them this fic like a child hand's their parents their art. i hope it's worth putting up on ur refrigerators. 🫶

Summer in Wayhaven has not been particularly sweltering yet, but it seems to have announced its arrival.

A quiet, rare summery afternoon finds Nate and Mona seated leisurely in the Warehouse library. Rare, indeed.

The sofa has long been abandoned to prevent the simmering heat from causing the fabric to stick to their skin. Mona sprawls across a luxurious rug on the floor, balancing her weight on her forearms as she pores over a tome. Nate leans back against the foot of the sofa in front of Mona, flicking through the pages of a book he has been reading this week.

This is nice. Peaceful. The silence is punctuated only by the faint trill of the birds nearby.

Sunlight peeks through the window curtains, carefully -- as though afraid to disrupt the apparent stillness. Try as it might, however, it has. A stray ray of sunshine momentarily trapped in the confines of Mona’s locket finds its escape, reflecting against the walls and capturing Nate's attention in the process.

Looking up from his book, Nate cannot help but feel arrested by Mona's presence. A sight to behold: the light casts a gentle glow over her relaxed features and, along with her open tresses, paints an almost ethereal picture. 

He forces his gaze back to the pages of the book, an effort admittedly half-hearted, and he finds his attention invariably slipping – his gaze travelling irresistibly back to Mona each time, the beginnings of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Each time he looks up, he gives in to the temptation to linger a moment longer, until—

“The book you’re reading is about an inch or two lower than where your gaze is set right now, Agent Sewell,” Mona breaks the silence, without lifting her gaze from the tome before her. Her voice would sound stern if not for the smile tugging at her lips.

--

[find the rest on AO3!]

[ryebreadgf]

it used to be 2007 you know

[ryebreadgf]

[domina-honoribila]

All the adults should put in the tags how old they were in 2007

[not-sewell]

reading N's valentine's day letter,,,,,

[not-sewell]

hello everyone, the spirits of creative writing finally possessed me last night and i was finally able to complete a fic i had kinda left abandoned three whole years ago <333

Zabaan-e-Yaar [The Beloved's Tongue]

pairing: Nate Sewell x f!detective (Mona Batra) word count: ~1000 words rating: G summary: language nerds being language nerds, what can I say? tagging: @agentnatesewell @serenpedac @farahswife @zeesqueere @lalizah because they had been cheering me on from the sidelines and so i am handing them this fic like a child hand's their parents their art. i hope it's worth putting up on ur refrigerators. 🫶

Summer in Wayhaven has not been particularly sweltering yet, but it seems to have announced its arrival.

A quiet, rare summery afternoon finds Nate and Mona seated leisurely in the Warehouse library. Rare, indeed.

The sofa has long been abandoned to prevent the simmering heat from causing the fabric to stick to their skin. Mona sprawls across a luxurious rug on the floor, balancing her weight on her forearms as she pores over a tome. Nate leans back against the foot of the sofa in front of Mona, flicking through the pages of a book he has been reading this week.

This is nice. Peaceful. The silence is punctuated only by the faint trill of the birds nearby.

Sunlight peeks through the window curtains, carefully -- as though afraid to disrupt the apparent stillness. Try as it might, however, it has. A stray ray of sunshine momentarily trapped in the confines of Mona’s locket finds its escape, reflecting against the walls and capturing Nate's attention in the process.

Looking up from his book, Nate cannot help but feel arrested by Mona's presence. A sight to behold: the light casts a gentle glow over her relaxed features and, along with her open tresses, paints an almost ethereal picture. 

He forces his gaze back to the pages of the book, an effort admittedly half-hearted, and he finds his attention invariably slipping – his gaze travelling irresistibly back to Mona each time, the beginnings of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Each time he looks up, he gives in to the temptation to linger a moment longer, until—

“The book you’re reading is about an inch or two lower than where your gaze is set right now, Agent Sewell,” Mona breaks the silence, without lifting her gaze from the tome before her. Her voice would sound stern if not for the smile tugging at her lips.

--

[find the rest on AO3!]

[iwanttobecomeavoid-deactivated2]

Happy birthday, Natey!!!!!!!!!🥺💖💖💖

so I I tried to color it and holy crap why is it so hard?( But don’t you agree it’s always nice to see N with a puppy? 

Ohh and I have a little surprise for you😏⬇

Keep reading

[not-sewell]

48?👀👀 for N?😳😳😳👀👀

👀👀👀 okay i may have accidentally listened to one too many soft songs right before i got down to writing this so i'm keeping the mood of this fic the same? maybe??? it’s also kinda angsty tho, and i hope you like it! 😬

48. rampage: Nate Sewell x Mona Batra (f!detective)

send me a prompt from this micro-tale prompt list and i'll try!

[find this on AO3 too!]

six hours. it’s been six hours since the storm picked up but it hasn’t shown signs of dying. well, guess there’s no ending this wild rampage.

Nate has never been great with storms; not since— you would think three hundred years would be enough to process it, and yet—and even then, storms held enough power over him. they seem to always tear their way into the darkest recesses of his mind to draw out every single detail, every single image, every single sound from that day.

Nate tries, unsuccessfully, to suppress a shudder that passes through his body at a particularly booming roar of thunder, only to have Mona’s arms tighten around him.

“shh, shh, it’s okay,” she whispers sleepily into his ears. “you’re safe. focus on my voice,” she continues, placing a soft kiss against his temple. Nate turns around to hug her back, burying his face in the crook of her neck. he breathes in the smell of her moisturizer - oddly comforting at this moment - as he listens to her slowly humming an unfamiliar tune, rubbing gentle circles on his back in an attempt to comfort him.

that’s when it hit him: he really would break himself to keep her.

[not-sewell]

so i found the most N and F video sitting in my phone gallery and—

[lordrezan]

imagining n sewell holding open doors for townspeople, waving at passerbys in the town square, getting a drink at haley’s and having a short conversation, n sewell picking up the morning paper, just... n sewell existing and living in humanity, and loving the little things of every day life.

[greyhands]

I know I'm late but I wanted to draw something for N's birthday ! So happy birthday Agent Sewell !! ＼(≧▽≦)／

[not-sewell]

i'm still v diligently putting my all in writing a TWC fic, don't mind me.

At Last

pairing: Nate Sewell x f!Detective (Mona Batra)

word count: 1800+ words

rating: G, i hope. :'3

summary: "Food is a love language," as my friend Zee said once, very wisely.

a/n.: The title is representative of both my feeling about this fic and the Etta James song. Enjoy.

content warnings: grief, loss, mourning.

The dull mid-morning of the last working day of the week. Which means one would most likely find Detective Mona Batra lost amidst stacks of paperwork steadily on their way to finding their places (again) in definitively labelled categories – the logic behind which, only she seems to understand. “So they’re more organised,” she always argues. No one seems to know what she means by that – given how she laboriously files paperwork any given day – but she guesses they prefer to just stay out of her way. Good.

"Mona," Tina's voice cuts through Mona's focus more sharply than she would've expected it to. Maybe it's because she's calling out to her in a singsong manner – she must be up to something . Is it time for lunch already? Eh, Mona could squeeze in this stack before lunch.

"Mona," Tina's voice calls out again in an insistent, singsong tone. "You—"

"I know it's time for lunch, Tina, but please give me another 10 minutes; I'm almost through with this stack," Mona loudly interrupts, without looking up. "Gosh, whatever is with your handwriting? Anyway, I'm so sorry to keep you waiting like this but give me 10, I promise we can go for lunch after..." she trails, as she looks up to find she has company. Company that's not just Tina.

"Oh. Hey," she sits up straighter, fixing her hair.

"Hello," Nate shoots her a grin. "I hope you’re not stressing yourself out again, detective,” he continues, a genuine concern softening his grin. His tall frame leans casually against the slightly shorter door frame. It should look awkward but his body language reflects nothing but casual ease – something that Mona involuntarily mirrors by relaxing her shoulders a bit, flashing him a quick smile in return.

“Well—”

“She is, evidently,” Tina pops up behind Nate, seemingly out of nowhere. “But with you here, I’m sure she would use the distraction,” she suggests in a way that draws a small chuckle out of him. “Anyway, I’ll leave you two to it,” she says, throwing in a wink for good measure, seemingly satisfied with the way it flusters Mona. Oh, she’s had it.

“What- what brings you here today, Nate?” Mona makes a weak attempt to quickly dispel the air of tension that Tina had left behind. Mercifully, Nate allows it.

“I believe I owed you lunch,” he says lightly, placing what looks like a box wrapped daintily in a plaid cloth. He didn’t.

[find the rest on AO3!]

[eatingyarndraws]

hand in marriage, please.

[valentinesdayinaugust2]

Nate’s taking a selfie for the detective, isn’t that just adorable <3

v Close up v

[crownleys]

Nat!!

I did this sketch during my lunch break today and wanted to finish it up

[itlivesproject]

ANNOUNCING IT LIVES WITHIN: THE OBSIDIAN CUT

Release Date: TBD

Creating It Lives Within was an incredible honor, and we're so proud of what we made. That said, because we released the game as we were writing it, we never had the chance to edit it as a single, cohesive work. And looking back, there were a lot of things I wished I could fix.

It Lives Within: The Obsidian Cut is my chance to do so. In addition to cleaning up pacing issues and strengthening weaker arcs, it also includes:

New art

New audio tracks and sound effects

Robust character customization

All-new scenes

Hundreds of new personality-based dialogue variants

A new MC hobbies/interests mechanic

Post-ending bonus episodes

Open code to let people edit their sprites and help others learn from our code, if interested

And more!

Keep reading under the cut for more details 🔥

Note: It Lives Within: The Obsidian Cut is a separate app from the original game. The original will remain available on our itch.io page, alongside Obsidian, under the name "It Lives Within: Legacy Edition."

CHARACTER CUSTOMIZATION

NEW BODY TYPES

It was always our ultimate vision to include more body types. Now with our improved skills, we are happy to announce FOUR new body types!

Feminine Slim and Masculine Solid

Masculine Slender and Masculine Full

UN-GENDERLOCKED HAIRSTYLES

As the eagle-eyed may have noticed in the above screen shot, we also now have resized ALL hairstyles for ALL genders, for Devon, Harper, and Rowan alike. You can also now pick Harper's clothes!

BETTER ACCESSORY CUSTOMIZATION

Glasses, piercings, and earrings are separated so you can now mix and match as you please (example in the video below).

NEW HIJAB OPTIONS

New hijab options, plus you can now pick ANY hairstyle with the hijab, not just hairstyles that could be layered under the hijab without peeking out.

IMPROVED USER EXPERIENCE

This video will showcase:

Revamped settings UI (you can now delete saves in game!)

Item descriptions and page tabs

Easier to navigate closet

Improved accessories selection

Background panning

Improved game animations

Auto-hiding settings buttons for a less cluttered screen

GAMEPLAY ADDITIONS

PERSONALITY SYSTEM REVAMP

I have meticulously gone through the game and adjusted countless dialogues and sprite reactions to help the three personalities (genuine/sarcastic/aggressive) feel more consistent. No more weirdly upbeat grumps or overly sarcastic sweethearts. You'll feel your MC's personality at all times - not just during menus.

INTERESTS SYSTEM

The Obsidian Cut gives Rowan the option to pick two hobbies or interests: a primary and secondary trait.

These interests will occasionally influence automatic dialogue, give Rowan unique dialogue options, and alter how certain scenes play out.

NEW SCENES

Let's just say what's the point of releasing a new edition if there aren't some new scenes? Have some teaser screencaps, and know there's more where that came from!

NEW OUTFITS AND SPRITES

Lincoln has new, meticulously hand drawn tattoos. Noah's new outfit was also drawn from scratch. While his outfit will be consistent throughout the game, Lincoln's is an alt that is worn on occasion. Other sprites and outfits may have been edited, but these two were the biggest jobs.

In addition to that, we also have some completely new creature sprites, and the final game product will showcase a some updated CGs as well!

BONUS EPISODES

And last but not least, you'll get to play some additional episodes following the end of the game:

The Beach Episode: Lincoln invites all your friends to Seaside, Oregon, for a group vacation. Mixed and blood routes.

The Shadow Episode: Amalia's graduating, and her friends are there to support her. Shadow route.

Because of the massive number of variants possible upon reaching the end, there will not be an additional episode for any of the other endings.

OPEN CODE

In addition to all these new features, we will be leaving the code open. As such, it will allow players to customize in-game sprites, so have fun editing and putting your character directly into the game! We also hope that the open code will be educational for anyone interested in making visual novels or Choices fan projects.

IN CONCLUSION:

It Lives Within: The Obsidian Cut is an edited alternate version of ILW that will be released in the next few months, started because I wanted to edit the game. It includes new art, scenes, game mechanics, and a streamlined user experience. That said, certain lines of dialogue were changed and other scenes were cut during the edited process. If you find yourself missing things that were in the original but are not in Obsidian, feel free to stick with It Lives Within: Legacy Edition.

Excited to share my work with you! Thanks for your support, and happy Halloween!! 🎃👻