and so the darkness i became

liz

[wayhaving]

hiiii!! breaking hiatus for a moment to say that im gonna move blogs!! ive set it up and ive been reblogging writings. i want to try to be more organized, so ive created a new twc blog! this blog will turn into a main!! so go give a follow to @nathanielseawell (thats me!). if you are so inclined you can unfollow @wayhaving as this blog wont have much purpose anymore!!

[darkmacademia]

alignment chart: bookmark edition. tag yourself i’m scrap paper

[bellarxse]

Important: asthma during COVID-19

Please sign the Asthma UK petition here

It isn’t something I talk a lot about on here, if ever, but I’m asthmatic. Asthma is a chronic lung condition - and while for some people (and in normal times) asthma is a minor nuisance, for many people asthma is a life-limiting condition. At the best of times.

This is not the best of times.

The UK Government at the moment says that it is prioritising those at most risk of dying from COVID-19. Many asthmatics (myself included) were shocked to find out that asthmatics (you know, people with a lung condition in a respiratory pandemic) are now not considered to be a priority group in the new vaccination system - we will instead be expected to get vaccinated along with the rest of the presumed-healthy population.

Keep reading

[wayhaving]

Imagine not shipping mahariel x tamlen 😒

ALISHA GET OUT OF MY INBOX

[wayhaving]

I'm kind of cheating with this, but I just want to you know that I absolutely adore the ball idea you had with Rose and Nate! :)

it has just occurred to me that i reblogged this ask game to the wrong blog!! i’m literally... so ... dumb moving on!!

i still need to write a part two to that fic... sometimes i’ll just start writing a fic and then i’ll post it like this is unfinished but i’ll just write it off as needing a part two <33 skdjdjjdjdjdjd

but yeah!! thank you!!! i loooove ballroom scenes ... love writing them... wayhaven havinf a masquerade??? chefs kiss 😘😘

thank you for the ask!!

would you write? ask game!

[lockandk3yfiction]

Let’s play Writer’s Would You Ever

Send me an ask that says “Would you ever write…” and continue the sentence.

I’ll respond with yes or no and give an explanation as to why if I want to.

[wayhaving]

hiiii!! breaking hiatus for a moment to say that im gonna move blogs!! ive set it up and ive been reblogging writings. i want to try to be more organized, so ive created a new twc blog! this blog will turn into a main!! so go give a follow to @nathanielseawell (thats me!). if you are so inclined you can unfollow @wayhaving as this blog wont have much purpose anymore!!

[wayhaving]

For the first vs last #25 please and thank you ☺️

hi hi!!! thank you 🥳🥰

25. first time left speechless vs. last time left speechless

wc: ~500

first.

“i am so unwittingly in love with you. it is against my will that you have torn from me my very guttural desires”—she pauses—“and still i cannot quite make the sounds my heart longs to make.”

a long moment passes, but her gaze never falters. “still, i struggle to say...”

he doesn’t have to guess, the words meet his tongue and force a quiet whisper from him, “i love you.”

his words wash over her, waves swimming gently up on to the shore and over the coarse sand. over her feet, the water rises and envelops her in a terrifying safety. the words almost wrap her ankles and pull her under... and they should gather her in his current, float her out to sea, but they don’t.

his words, they embrace her. leave her breathless with the warm tickle of his affection, they send a flurry to the pits of her stomach, and in her silence she realizes—oh.

it is like he has spoken through her. a conduit for the feelings she could never explain. he has reached her, hand on heart and heart in hand.

in her silence she realizes, yes, i love you.

“i do, i really do.” and these words, these words of affirmation, they flow right from her tongue. this time, she does not stop herself.

last (—or rather, the present).

“i chase it, the comfort, the love, and when it all becomes too much--when i have it--i walk away.” she clasps her hands behind her back to hide the tremors running up her palm and through her fingers. she bites her lip, and tries to shake off the uneasiness, the tremble in her stomach. the fear when she admits, “i don’t want to walk away.”

and she knows what she’s asking (and that she’s always asking for too much), and that she doesn’t really know what she wants. she wants him to stay. 

that is her ultimate truth. 

but it is a truth that terrifies her, and that she has admitted it? so freely, with hardly any hesitation?

she’s a riddle, a contradiction, and she prays to whatever god that she hasn’t left him perplexed. 

nate steadies himself, keeps his hands in his pockets to stop himself from reaching out to her, and the words they-- well they falter in his throat. he finds himself unsure. not in his love, that is for sure. he is a rock, a stone, and he could part the ocean sooner than deny how deeply he feels for her. 

but his tongue untangles, and the lump in his throat dissipates. “you do not ever have to walk away.” 

a smile forms on his lips when she steps closer. she has revealed herself, and all her cards, left a hefty amount of herself on the table. bared enough soul to him, and he is... left without a breath, speechless. 

his hand finds her cheek, soft, almost hesitant, and she closes her eyes to the touch. “i am okay with this,” she whispers, “i want you.”

[wayhaving]

For the first vs last #25 please and thank you ☺️

hi hi!!! thank you 🥳🥰

25. first time left speechless vs. last time left speechless

wc: ~500

first.

“i am so unwittingly in love with you. it is against my will that you have torn from me my very guttural desires”—she pauses—“and still i cannot quite make the sounds my heart longs to make.”

a long moment passes, but her gaze never falters. “still, i struggle to say...”

he doesn’t have to guess, the words meet his tongue and force a quiet whisper from him, “i love you.”

his words wash over her, waves swimming gently up on to the shore and over the coarse sand. over her feet, the water rises and envelops her in a terrifying safety. the words almost wrap her ankles and pull her under... and they should gather her in his current, float her out to sea, but they don’t.

his words, they embrace her. leave her breathless with the warm tickle of his affection, they send a flurry to the pits of her stomach, and in her silence she realizes—oh.

it is like he has spoken through her. a conduit for the feelings she could never explain. he has reached her, hand on heart and heart in hand.

in her silence she realizes, yes, i love you.

“i do, i really do.” and these words, these words of affirmation, they flow right from her tongue. this time, she does not stop herself.

last (—or rather, the present).

“i chase it, the comfort, the love, and when it all becomes too much--when i have it--i walk away.” she clasps her hands behind her back to hide the tremors running up her palm and through her fingers. she bites her lip, and tries to shake off the uneasiness, the tremble in her stomach. the fear when she admits, “i don’t want to walk away.”

and she knows what she’s asking (and that she’s always asking for too much), and that she doesn’t really know what she wants. she wants him to stay. 

that is her ultimate truth. 

but it is a truth that terrifies her, and that she has admitted it? so freely, with hardly any hesitation?

she’s a riddle, a contradiction, and she prays to whatever god that she hasn’t left him perplexed. 

nate steadies himself, keeps his hands in his pockets to stop himself from reaching out to her, and the words they-- well they falter in his throat. he finds himself unsure. not in his love, that is for sure. he is a rock, a stone, and he could part the ocean sooner than deny how deeply he feels fore her. 

but his tongue untangles, and the lump in his throat dissipates. “you do not ever have to walk away.” 

a smile forms on his lips when she steps closer. she has revealed herself, and all her cards, left a hefty amount of herself on the table. bared enough soul to him, and he is... left without a breath, speechless. 

his hand finds her cheek, soft, almost hesitant, and she closes her eyes to the touch. “i am okay with this,” she whispers, “i want you.”

[wayhaving]

going back and playing rose has revealed the hilarious revelation that she has literally no points in the science/technology section. that is amazing for two reasons

1. i think sera mentioned nate would be a science teacher (or language!) if he was not with the agency/a vampire. which is an interesting and cutesy thing because i absolutely see him going on tangents about Smart Stuff while rose just listens on in complete admiration while not understanding a word.

2. neither rose nor nate know anything about technology.

[wayhaving]

For the first vs last #25 please and thank you ☺️

hi hi!!! thank you 🥳🥰

25. first time left speechless vs. last time left speechless

wc: ~500

first.

“i am so unwittingly in love with you. it is against my will that you have torn from me my very guttural desires”—she pauses—“and still i cannot quite make the sounds my heart longs to make.”

a long moment passes, but her gaze never falters. “still, i struggle to say...”

he doesn’t have to guess, the words meet his tongue and force a quiet whisper from him, “i love you.”

his words wash over her, waves swimming gently up on to the shore and over the coarse sand. over her feet, the water rises and envelops her in a terrifying safety. the words almost wrap her ankles and pull her under... and they should gather her in his current, float her out to sea, but they don’t.

his words, they embrace her. leave her breathless with the warm tickle of his affection, they send a flurry to the pits of her stomach, and in her silence she realizes—oh.

it is like he has spoken through her. a conduit for the feelings she could never explain. he has reached her, hand on heart and heart in hand.

in her silence she realizes, yes, i love you.

“i do, i really do.” and these words, these words of affirmation, they flow right from her tongue. this time, she does not stop herself.

last (—or rather, the present).

“i chase it, the comfort, the love, and when it all becomes too much--when i have it--i walk away.” she clasps her hands behind her back to hide the tremors running up her palm and through her fingers. she bites her lip, and tries to shake off the uneasiness, the tremble in her stomach. the fear when she admits, “i don’t want to walk away.”

and she knows what she’s asking (and that she’s always asking for too much), and that she doesn’t really know what she wants. she wants him to stay. 

that is her ultimate truth. 

but it is a truth that terrifies her, and that she has admitted it? so freely, with hardly any hesitation?

she’s a riddle, a contradiction, and she prays to whatever god that she hasn’t left him perplexed. 

nate steadies himself, keeps his hands in his pockets to stop himself from reaching out to her, and the words they-- well they falter in his throat. he finds himself unsure. not in his love, that is for sure. he is a rock, a stone, and he could part the ocean sooner than deny how deeply he feels for her. 

but his tongue untangles, and the lump in his throat dissipates. “you do not ever have to walk away.” 

a smile forms on his lips when she steps closer. she has revealed herself, and all her cards, left a hefty amount of herself on the table. bared enough soul to him, and he is... left without a breath, speechless. 

his hand finds her cheek, soft, almost hesitant, and she closes her eyes to the touch. “i am okay with this,” she whispers, “i want you.”

[louisminyard]

oh this made me miserable

[wayhaving]

sera tahnk u for that rb......... but i have now been perceived for my terrible art...... babe.....

[narrativefoiltrope]

love that so many people who gave their detectives abandonment issues also made those detectives M-mancers

*adam scott cones of dunshire meme* it’s about the loyalty

[narrativefoiltrope]

mason/morgan, please step up and be assigned ur next detective with abandonment issues

[lyuyu]

wip whenever because i say so and i’m vibing with this fic <3

She could still back out—no, Adam must’ve already sensed her and is waiting on the other side for her to come in. So maybe instead of bailing, she could go and plaster a smile on her face, pretend that she’s here for an innocent check-in. It’d make sense, a simple ‘hi honey, I just came to see you before I’m off to the station’.

Sweep the not-so-innocent ‘oh, and I decided I’m not going to turn’ under the carpet and keep it there for another year or so.

It could wait, can’t it?

…No, it can’t.

(if anyone wants to share anything, do it & tag me!!)

[whalesfallmoved]

from the microprompts, 'breeze' for either pairing please!

(-strawberryrats)

micro story word prompts.  or, an attempt at Nate’s point of view in blatant purple prose + deep, deep romance.

31. breeze.

He has, in the privacy of his own thoughts, often compared her to the night; sharply aware of the irony, yes, and maybe a bit amused by it. 

Amaia. Night sky, star-scattered, an epithet befitting her in all her quiet vastness. Despite the years, he has little talent for poetry--it requires a rawness of the spirit, the ability to split oneself open, bleed out into the ink, and he never could. 

But for her-- for her, he might try again.

The sun drenches her in gold, fuchsia. With a milk-white blanket beneath her and the summer wildflowers around, she becomes a slash of pale midnight in the flushing summer afternoon. 

She turns her face toward the light, eyes closed, and a drowsy sigh slips from her mouth. 

Not quite asleep, then, and he smiles.

The heat brings her lips to a shade of rosehip, her cheeks perfumed to a similar hue. Maybe it is simply that he’s never seen her like this, unable to drink in the sight of her fully except under cover of night. She is visceral, alive under the sunlight, his dark haired sylph. 

He commits the sight of her like this, akimbo and sun-kissed and beautiful, beautiful, to memory.

A breeze rustles the trees around them, pulling her from that sleepy state of half-consciousness. A heartbeat, and her eyes flutter, her arms arch over her head, back arching just so. Another, softer exhale parts her mouth before she relaxes once more into the blanket, turns her gaze to him.

Nate settles his elbow atop a bent knee, his other hand stretching out to trace the soft line of her jaw, thumb running along her plumped bottom lip. 

Moments pass in silence, nothing exchanged between them but breath and observation as the insects buzz and the wind hums and the grass whispers, a thousand little sounds creating a minor tune to the drumbeat of her heart. Eventually, she murmurs, with pleased quiet, “you’re staring.”

Unabashed, he returns, with a soft smile about his lips, “I am.”

“Why?”

“I enjoy looking at you,” trails path over the curve of her ear, her cheekbone, “would you like me to stop?”

She frowns, the softest crush of her brow, before shaking her head against his fingers. “No.”

“Then, would you like me to continue?”

Tilting her head, she presses further into his hand, and he obliges happily, setting the full of his palm to her cheek. “If you want.”

“It is not a question of want,” he leans down, and she rises to meet him, her fingers catching on the fabric of his shirt. A kiss, featherlight, and he hums into her mouth, “you should never doubt that I want you.”

She smiles--a gift, in its own right, with how rarely she does such a thing--and her fingers snake up his chest, finding their set on his neck. 

Instead of a reply, she meets him with another kiss, deeper and longer and sweet, a word he never would have used to describe her before. She kisses him, again and again, warm as the sun on his back.

[lilacwine1966-deactivated202212]

There is nothing more tender than playing with someone’s hands…..it sounds so dumb but stroking each other’s palms & tapping on each other’s wrists & twisting your fingers together & squeezing each other’s hands…..it’s like having a conversation that no one else can hear!