…I’m having great hopes for The Wayhaven Chronicles game book 3 (¬‿¬)
I don’t have much time to draw lately but here are some kinda old warm ups I finally put colors on !
I cropped the drawings because of some nudity (and well, it’s rather explicit) , but I posted them on my special Twitter account @spicy_jammy ;)
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I will admit, aside from the whole emotional arc for the polymance, I can't help but have thoughts about.. some other things as well.
nsft below the cut, minors dni
First of all, this fic has been on my mind, no surprise there, I suppose, haha! It's so good!
Apart from that, I'm also thinking about N's exhibitionists tendencies and how pleased they are after, for example, the b3 sexy scene outside. They revel in seeing what they can do to their LI and from there, it's only a small step to thinking about how they might also enjoy someone else seeing how they can unravel their LI.
That led to a WIP:
"You're beautiful like this," Nate whispers into her ear, one arm across her body to hold her to his chest. "Flustered and wanting and wet." The words are followed by a kiss at the hinge of her jaw, and his fingers tease a nipple, sending sparks straight to her core.
It's only when she meets Adam's gaze, wide-eyed and burning, that she realises what Nate is doing: he's showing her off.
(...)
Nate's voice is hoarse and breathless when he says, "Let him see you come."
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5 Songs
Lukas x Adam
The Wild - Mumford and Sons | The song that would play whenever they look into each other's eyes and see that devoted unending love.
Do not be afraid / What's that I see? / I think it's the wild / Puts the fear of God in me
So Numb - TX2 | Lukas singing about his relationship with Bobby ending.
If I said I moved on (moved on, moved on) / If I said I'm fine, that'd be a lie, fuck / You're stuck on my mind / It doesn't get better, you turned off the lights / You left me a letter, but that won't suffice / Memories like leather, they last a whole life / I'lI never get rid of them, trust me, l've tried
I Don't Belong Here - I Prevail | Lukas' self-doubt regarding keeping up with UB.
Time disappears, year after year / How the hell did I get here? ('Cause) / I feel so far away / Minutes turn to hours and the hours into days, I gave up everything / You don't know what you got until you throw it all away
We All Fall Down - The Rigs | A song Lukas would love. It's about support and love and challenges between two people.
Wait, I'm between shadows and sunlight / But your love gets me through dark nights / And I'll be alright
Sequential Lives - Opal in Sky | If Lukas and Adam had a theme song, it'd be this.
Two souls have been bound by time / In a sequential form of love / Reaching multiple lives / Connected by the stars above
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leaning against the other one in close spaces - for Yael/Nate, please! 🥰 (~agentnatesewell)
Thank you so much for the prompt, dear Mar!
I had a few ideas for this one, but in the end went for one that is a bit more angsty. I just couldn't let go of the opportunity to write something for their break up fic, but I hope you'll like it.
For anyone who doesn't know, my HC is that during that one scene at the end of Book 3, Nate and Yael actually break up (see here for my rewrite of the scene). Following that, Yael takes on a mission in London.
Words: ~600
Rating: Teen and up
Relationship: Female detective/Nate Sewell
Warnings: None
“Sorry,” Yael mutters. Her voice would have been lost within the clamour of the carriage on the rails and the noises of the people around them, if it hadn’t been for the fact that all Nate’s attention is focused on her and only her. It would be hard not to, with how near she is, the two of them pressed close together by London’s rush hour crowd.
“What would you have to be sorry for?”
She presses her lips together, looking him over inasmuch as the cramped space allows. Which means she mostly looks at the way his head is ducked low and his shoulders hunched to avoid the slanted ceiling.
“For dragging you here.”
A gust of wind enters when the doors slide open, and he takes a deep breath to take advantage of the fresh—fresher—air, while at the same time trying to avoid being jostled by the people exiting and entering.
“You hardly dragged me here.” His soft chuckle is cut short when someone elbows him in his side—by accident, or so he chooses to believe. “It was the Agency who decided I was most suited for this particular mission.” What he omits is how he had volunteered the moment the mission, including its location, came in. It had been a fortunate coincidence that his skill set matched the details so well.
Her eyes are trained on the closing doors that cut off any possible escape. Not that he wants to escape from this. From her. It’s the closest he has been to her since that night, weeks ago.
But maybe she does.
Quietly, as quietly as possible in an overcrowded underground, he asks, “Would you have preferred if I hadn’t…”
“No.” Her teeth clack together at the speed with which she closes her mouth after the quick answer. She swallows, not looking at him. “I mean, I think it was a good thing they sent you. It makes sense, considering your knowledge about historical artefacts and, well, I appreciate your help.”
He follows her gaze to find it’s fixed on where their hands are holding on to the stanchion, separated by no more than a finger’s width of metal pole.
“We make for a good team, I think.” Nate has barely spoken the words, or the carriage jolts, making Yael lose her balance. Without thinking, he grabs her arm to hold her steady, a reflex she mirrors by grabbing on to his waist.
Several moments pass and “holding steady” turns into simply “holding” as they reach a smoother part of the track. The warmth of her hand penetrates the thin fabric of his shirt and what little space there was between them has disappeared, her body now flush against his.
“I…” She does not move away.
How easy it would be to smoothe his hand up her arm, to let his fingertips brush that spot right above her collarbone where her heart is beating fast. How easy indeed to bend down and press his lips against her forehead.
Impossibly, she presses even closer against him.
“... Nate?” Her eyebrows raised, she nods past his shoulder. “It’s our stop, we should get out.”
Oh. Right. He exhales as he loosens his too-tight grip and lets go.
“I’m sorry,” he says, half turning to step outside.
This time, she’s the one to give him a questioning look, but he doesn’t elaborate. He’s not even sure himself what he’s apologising for. For nearly missing their stop? For his inability to let her go? For being who he is: someone who would have hurt her, someone who did hurt her, even when he wants nothing more than to see her happy?
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Desperately trying to find some evidence that Nate would not have worn a ridiculous curly wig for a portrait while he was still human. For reasons.
The only thing cheering me up is imagining Adam in silk waistcoats and powdered wigs and hating every second of it, but for real there were some Choices made in the early 18th century
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WIP whenever
tagged by @nerdferatum ty sara!!! GO LOOK AT HER MORGAN!!! keeping in the spirit of M’s bday i have this wip of mason and deva from February :> ignore deva i havent given her as much love in tha face yet
as always no pressure but get tagged!!! @nsewell @sorceresslodge @dietgabbana @devilbrakers @nat-seal-well @serenpedac @deepinifhell and anyone who wants to share something :> tag me so i can seeeee
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