#twc oc

[specialistagentmasonsbitch]

If your Wayhaven MC hadn't been an officer / detective, what job would they be doing + would they have stayed in Wayhaven ?

[asukatoshipiled]

REVAMPED INTRO FOR MY TWC DETECTIVES

ELLIANA “ELLIE” ARGENT • Absolute Sweetheart • Morgan Romance

- Absolute people pleaser. (She does eventually learn how to have a backbone.)

- Insane sweet tooth.

- Major bookworm.

- Hopeful relationship with Rebecca turning into disappointment.

- Not a FWB person (not until Morgan at least)

- Her best friend is Nat.

CHARLOTTE “LOTTIE” KANE • Absolute Brat • Love Triangle Victim

- Wanted to be a journalist.

- Talks way too much.

- Good with people and investigating.

- Has always been bad with things she couldn’t have. (Ava)

- Doesn’t know what it means to give up.

- Best friends with Morgan.

AMELIA MCLAIN • Eternally broken • Farah Romancer

- Very stoic and awkward. Doesn’t enjoy talking.

- Went to Juvie as a kid. Used to be very angry.

- Vegeterian.

- Difficulty with connecting people. Been diagnozed with Autism.

- Has a secret interest in anime and manga.

- Platonic Soulmates with Ava.

[ohmypawsandwhiskers]

Snippet Sunday

Continuing with updating from this Wayhaven snippet last week!

"I thought Wayhaven was your home?" Felix asks, leaning forward in the comfy chair across from her desk. His hands fiddle absently with the Rubik cube that had been on her desk.

"It's where I've lived for the past decade and a half, sure, but it's not home. Home's about an hour north- small town on the reservation."

"You're indigenous?" Nate asks, curiosity lacing his tone. It's not a response she's unused to- she looks more like her mother, with auburn hair and hazel eyes. It's a far cry from what non-natives typically associate with indigenous populations, and she can't exactly fault Nate for his surprise.

"Yeah. My dad is- was," she catches herself, "Anishinaabe- more specifically Bois Forte Band of Chippewa. Met Rebecca in school, married, somehow convinced her to move to the rez. Guess I should give her credit for sticking it out for that long. It's a far cry from the cities she'd been used to."

"What brought you to Wayhaven, then?"

"Rebecca was reassigned to the field office here. Dad was able to transfer to Wayhaven PD- they needed a native to help smooth over tensions with the natives living here since they'd had a few prior instances that made the community here distrustful of the police- but that's really nothing new. Every city tends to have that with its BIPOC communities."

They had moved when she was just starting high school, and it hadn't exactly been a smooth transition for Elora- rebelling just slightly by sneaking out, drinking and partying, doing a little light graffiti and other vandalism here and there. That was until her father was killed. In her youth, she blamed Rebecca: if they hadn't moved to this stupid city because of her job, her father would still be alive. It was then that she really started to act out, building a rap sheet that would eventually have her choosing to go to the police academy over serving time.

"If you haven't lived there for so long, why would they request your help?" Adam asks, weighing the truth of her story as he brings the topic back to what originally delayed her from their check-in.

"I'm still an enrolled tribal member," she explains, "and while you might think the resources here are lacking, it's like the damn Pentagon here compared to home."

It's true, but only a portion of it. It was a passion project of her father's- a way to still contribute to their community back home despite the distance. It started when both her cousin and her aunt- his sister- went missing on separate occasions and were found years later when federal officers located their bodies, which had been dumped off-rez. Since then, her father had started up the reservation's Missing and Murdered Indigenous Peoples task force- a way to help families avoid the same outcome, or at the very least, get some support and closure. That partnership had died with her father, but once she graduated from the academy, she revived it to keep his memory alive in whatever small way she could.

"It was faxed over this morning, and I guess I just lost track of the time," Elora offers by way of apology, not that she'll actually say the words.

"No harm done," Nate chimes in, cutting off whatever snippy comment Adam has ready about the importance of punctuality. "We're just glad it's nothing major and that you're safe. Though, next time, maybe answer your phone."

It's as much as of a reprimand she'll receive from him, at least, and she glances over at her phone to see several missed calls- she'd accidentally left her cell on silent after the morning department briefing.

"Yeah, wouldn't want to be the bearer of that message to Agent Harjo…" Felix mutters, and in that slight- yet somehow overly exaggerated shudder- she can almost see him reliving the moment Mason broke the news that Murphy had taken her. "She looked like she was going to kill Mason for a moment there. I've never seen that 'Mama Bear' side of her before. It was actually terrifying."

Mason averts his gaze, flicking the top of his lighter idly to avoid meeting Elora's gaze. For the first time since that incident- though, in fairness, she tries to avoid recalling anything from that whole ordeal- Elora actually considers what that must've been like for them. And maybe she would've bought the air of nonchalance his posture exudes in that moment, casually leaning against the metal grey filing cabinets, steel grey eyes trained on the light that sparks on and off with each click, but there was something else there. A slight glaring of the nostrils and the slight tension in his jaw that is only perceptible to her now that she's spent time around Unit Bravo without any of the false-pretenses upon which they first met.

"No need to involve Rebecca this time around." Elora shakes her head the moment she catches herself staring, turning her attention back to the other three. God, she truly didn't want to interact with her mother after everything. She needs more time to process and reconcile what she thought she knew about her mother with this new reality. Eager to turn the conversation away from Rebecca, she returns back to the point of this whole meeting. "So, since we're due a check-in, anything I should be aware of?"

"There's been an increase in supernatural foot traffic through the area," Adam answers, as keen as she is to get back to the subject at hand, apparently.

A knot of anxiety forms in her stomach. It's not that she struggles to accept this new reality that supernatural beings are real- she'd already believed that, having grown up on folklore passed down through generations. It's more the fact she could potentially be a target, since she apparently has some super special blood that other supernaturals could be looking to harness. Elora rubs the scar on her neck- the two puncture holes serve as a permanent reminder of the horrors that she'd been subjected to.

"Any idea why they're flocking here?" She swallows down that bubbling anxiety, picking up a pen to fidget with as she settles back in her chair, a picture of nonplussed as she ignores the knowing looks that read as pity from Nate and Felix. Her eyes follow the pin as she twirls it between her fingers.

"Not as far as the Agency can discern as of yet." Adam answers, and she's certain he understands the subtext to her question: is there anyone that's caught wind of her? While things may still be tentative between her and the leader of Unit Bravo, he is at least receptive to playing things discreetly- whether it's for her nerve's sake or just typical agency practice is another matter to figure out, but she takes what she can get. "It could be they're drawn here by it without being aware of it, but we've nothing to indicate you're on anyone's radar."

Elora nods but remains quiet, not trusting her voice to remain steady enough to fully cover the unease that creeps up her spine.

"That being said, Agent Harjo has requested increased patrols," Nate continues, which only has her rolling her eyes.

"Aka, I'll have increased security detail again?" As much as she appreciates Nate's diplomacy and tact in situations, when it comes to anything involving Rebecca, it just annoys her- it's like he's trying to repair what's broken between them while completely ignoring the fact the true fracture between her and her mother is the fact that everything seems to be outsourced when it comes to looking after Elora. Rebecca cares, just not enough to actually do it herself.

She braces herself for Nate to come to Rebecca's defense, but Felix pipe in before that can happen. "You make it sound like having us around more is a bad thing, Red. We're god damn delights to have around."

The false indignation in his tone actually brings a smile to her face- the first one since this morning when Tina teased Verda about his overly-starched shirt that practically made a crinkling noise every time he moved in the morning debrief.

"Yeah, and I'm sure I can find ways to make it worth your while, Detective," Mason adds, those grey eyes sparkling with promise as Elora meets his gaze.

[sewellsheart]

Parent & Child Dynamic Charts

Turns out, neglecting your kid might make them Not Like You Very Much.

I wasn’t tagged but I had to do it! Not gonna tag anyone either just cause I don’t know who has done it, but if you wanna do it please tag me so I can see!

(If you want to do it but don’t know how, I’m happy to help/do it for you, just shoot me a message ♥️)

Blank version under the cut!

[aloegator-arts]

She really loves getting on his nerves 💕

[tahny-andthe-diamonds]

OC Aesthetic Board - Tah'nyem Ra

Original Template by @legacygirlingreen ❤️🥂✨

Skin tone: Tan |Hair: White Bob|Eyes: Amber

Personality: Coquette|Fashion: drapes and cutouts|Height l: 5'2"

Makeup: half tones, red & black|Defining Feature:dat ass|Nails

Movie: Moulin Rouge| Plant: White Oleander |Drink: Buttery Nipple

Weather: Rainy| Creature:Pheonix | Aesthetic: Noir

Painting: Vladimir Kush| Crystal:Fossilized Chrysanthemum| Album: Art Pop

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*Drumroll*

Antonio Crow!

Wayhavens Detective/Local Agent

Hey guys, I recently bought myself my first graphic tablet and decided to do something digital for once! (This took 2 days, please help me.)

So here's my Wayhaven MC!

Antonio (Toni), Crow

They are a massive Tech/Science Nerd and are a bit all over the place. They might not be physically strong or tall but Antonio has enough smarts to get around.

Their apartment might be a mess and they don't remember where they have seen their socks the last time but they still remember every supernatural fact in alphabetical order.

(They might have watched a little too much Doctor Who when they were younger, so of course they ended up chaotic and nerdy)

Short tempred, a bit rowdy and does not understand the concept of authority at all.

So you can guess what happens when they suddenly fall for the stoic and (at first) cold leader of Team Bravo.

They are not used to the comfort of a family, but with these vampires, life feels a lot lighter on Antonios shoulders.

Even with all the Trappers and Supernaturals wanting their blood-

[lukas-du-mortain]

Sneaky Peaky

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Lukas’ phone chirrups as the hour turns, pulling his attention away from his reflection in the dingy mirror. One hand still grips the edge of the porcelain sink with white knuckles and bitten nails, as he pulls the phone from his pocket. His shaky thumb hovers over the redial button. Time slows, beads of sweat drip off his furrowed brow followed by tears onto the blinding brightness of the screen. His hand begins shaking more visibly, becoming unsteady enough he has to hold the phone with both hands to keep it from tumbling to the floor. A few taps later he stares at a name on the screen: Rebecca Vanir. He dials.

​“Agent Rebecca Vanir speaking,” a voice crackles over the line.

​Silence follows.

​Lukas’ breathing, ragged and wrecked and labored, is broken intermittently with sniffles and unsuccessful attempts to speak. Every time he tries to say something, soft sighs escape his lips.

​“Hello?” Rebecca questions.

​What does Lukas even say at this point? He has barely spoken to Rebecca in the last 5 years. 3 times a year, if she even remembers to call on his birthday. Or if she even picks up the phone. Or isn’t giving vague one word responses about her job.

​“Who is this?” Her tense tone comes through in her words.

​“M-“ Lukas pauses, tears falling down his cheeks and mixing with the grime of the bathroom. “Mom, I-“

​“Lukas,” Rebecca could hear it. She could hear the rawness of Lukas’ emotions in his continued cries and screams. “Lukas, what’s wrong?”

​“I left him,” Lukas cries. “I left Bobby.”

​Lukas hears urgent rustling and the slamming of drawers as Rebecca speaks, “Where are you?”

​“DTES,” Lukas sniffles, wiping his forehead with his jacket sleeve. He walks out of the micro bathroom towards his whole life stuffed into two duffle bags. “I can’t afford anywhere else, I’m in an SRO on Hastings.”

​“I’m on my way. Lock the door, and don’t leave,” Rebecca says softly. “I’m coming to get you."