#twc writing

[ejunkiet]

dancing in the dark

in light of the new book release, I finally finished this wip. some mild twc book 3 spoilers, but mostly just a lot of UST hehehehe >:3

the wayhaven chronicles: mason/olivia greene

She’d seen his flinch when the water had met his skin, the tightness of his jaw from the pressure and heat, but he hadn’t pulled back, and he hadn’t let her go.

This - whatever it was between them - was changing.

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dancing in the dark.

After everything that’s happened, she thinks she’s earned this.

No mission. No cases. Just a moment of quiet and calm, for herself.

The room fills with curls of steam, sweetly perfumed with the delicate scent of the bath salts she’d found in a little wicker basket beneath the towels, the deep basin of the tub just about filled to the brim around her.

The heat of the water is perfect, easing the tension from her muscles, and she releases a long sigh, sinking into it, taking a second to appreciate the moment.

For as long as it lasts, at least.

A smile curling up her lips, she tilts her head towards the door, to where Mason lingers on the threshold, his shoulder resting against the doorframe, lower lip between his teeth as he traces over her form in the water.

“Are you just going to stand there?”

Mason’s lips curl into a wide smile, his eyes dark and heavy lidded.

“Just savouring the moment, sweetheart.”

He walks over, stride long and lazy as he comes to stand by the side of the tub, grey eyes flickering over where she's submerged in the water, the bath salts turning the water milky white.

His dark eyes flicking back up to hers, he lowers himself to a crouch, rolling up the sleeves of his burgundy henley as he leans over the side of the tub.

His fingers drag across the ceramic lip until they brush against her arm. His eyes are dark, focused on his touch as he glides his fingers along her skin, and she suppresses a shiver as she watches him.

“You look comfortable.” His fingers dip into the water, his lip curling as he removes them quickly, flicking the water from his fingertips. “Not sure how you can stand the heat.”

Her gaze catches his and holds steady. “I’ve handled worse.”

He trails his hand back along her arm, barely more than a whisper, before a smirk curves up his lips. “I don’t doubt it, sweetheart.”

He leaves his hand there a moment, thumb rubbing idle circles against her damp skin, before he pulls away completely.

Glancing around the small space, he leans forward to snag her towel, bundling it onto the floor beneath him as he twists around to lean against the bathroom wall. His elbow perches on the rim of the tub as he lets out a low sigh, shifting into a more comfortable position.

“You’re staying then?” She isn’t quite sure what she’d expected, but it wasn’t this.

His lips quirk into a half smile, and he lifts his shoulder in a shrug, tilting his head back until it rests against the wall. He lets his eyes slip shut, dark lashes brushing against the dusting of freckles along his cheekbones, glistening slightly in the steam from the water.

“Got nothing better to do.”

His voice is softer than his words would suggest, and there’s a calm about him that makes her feel at ease too as she relaxes back into the water. “Suit yourself, sunshine.”

He huffs out a laugh, his upper lip pulling back to reveal a glimmer of a sharp canine that sends a shiver running through her. “Thanks, sweetheart.”

She hums as she settles into the water.

–

“Turn around, and tilt your head back.”

Glancing back over her shoulder, she finds his grey eyes on her, dark and unreadable in the muted lighting. He hasn’t moved from his position against the tiles, his head tilted back to reveal the smooth expanse of his throat, a spray of freckles darkening his skin. “What?”

“I said, tilt your head back.” There’s an intensity in those grey depths that she can’t quite read. He reaches forward to tug the bottle from her grip, placing it on the side, before he adds, softly, barely more than a murmur. “Trust me.”

Biting her lip, she does as he asks, leaning forward as his free hand trails along her arm, tracing up to her shoulder and along the line of her neck, barely softer than a whisper before it disappears.

She can hear the sound of the plastic bottle, before his hands find her hair, sinking into the wet strands, his grip firm and steady, and oh.

He’s good at this.

His touch is firm and purposeful as he runs his fingers through her hair, squeezing the water from the ends before massaging the lotion into them, twisting it into a coil over her shoulder before turning his attention to the rest.

It’s intimate, the way he cradles her head, fingers strong and sure as he massages her scalp, before he leans over to grab the shower nozzle, rinsing the conditioner from her hair.

His touch lingers after he shuts off the water, his eyes dark and unreadable as she shifts in the water to face him. Holding his gaze, she reaches out to his cheek, and something warm and flickering ignites in her chest when he leans into the simple touch.

Her hand flexing, she brings him closer, until their lips are hovering just millimetres away from each other, the rush of his breath warm against her cheek.

“Careful, sweetheart.” His hand raises to trace along the length of her arm, until his fingers circle her wrist. The heat of his palm is like a brand against her skin, his thumb tracing against the soft skin there. “Unless you want to start something.”

She lifts her shoulder in a shrug, drawing back enough that she can catch his gaze. “And what if I did?”

He holds her stare, his eyes a winter storm, swallowed by the weight of his pupils. There is a heat in his gaze, there’s no denying that, but he doesn’t act on it, his dark eyes flickering between hers. “Is that what you want?”

Her breath catches as the tension sparks between them, bright as a livewire. A part of her does, helpless to resist this attraction between them, this pull, relentless and all-consuming.

But then her mind flits back to a memory from a few weeks ago, in this same room. The way he hadn’t hesitated when he’d stepped into the shower to catch her weight, water splashing against the dark material of his clothing, soaking him to the skin.

She’d seen his flinch when the water had met his skin, the tightness of his jaw from the pressure and heat, but he hadn’t pulled back, and he hadn’t let her go.

This - whatever it was between them - was changing.

 You think I’d be able to cope without you now?

Her next breath is tight, a swell of an emotion she still doesn’t want to name rising inside her chest, until she can barely breathe around it. A furrow forms between his dark brows, but before he can say anything, she closes the distance between them and meets his lips with her own.

The kiss is soft at first, almost sweet, like the one she’d given him in the aftermath of the trapper attack in the sewers. His lips part on instinct, caught unawares, but he’s quick to lean into the kiss, his hand curving around her cheek as he matches her pace, the heat increasing as they entangle in each other.

They’re both breathless when they finally part, his dark eyes on hers, his pupils blown until only a sliver of the winter storm of his iris remains. His voice is a low murmur as he asks, “What was that for?”

“To say thank you.” She means more than just tonight, by the low hum that vibrates from his chest, shivering against her fingertips, he knows it. His thumb traces the curve of her cheek, slipping down until he can tilt her chin up, his fingertips brushing against the soft skin of her throat.

“Ready to move this somewhere else, sweetheart?”

She leans into the heat of his touch, a smile curling up her lips. “Lead the way.”

#twc #the wayhaven chronicles #twc writing #olivia and mason #mason twc #hehehe #these two have a thing with bath tubs okay #a motif lets say #writing

[lukas-du-mortain]

Hi ^^ You mentioned a heartbreaking HC for Lukas and Rebecca re Rook?? I'm curious now! (and ready to have my heart broken ;) )

Smoke slowly billows in front of Lukas' face as he exhales. The burning end of his 2nd cigarette illuminates the tips of his fingers. He stares out into the darkness of the woods, wondering what is out there, who's watching him, what kind of supernatural lurks in the shadows. Bright light from his phone screen is the only other source of illumination for kilometers and kilometers. He aimlessly swipes through his phone reel, laughing at the wild and interesting photos of him and Unit Bravo. The selfie of him and Felix. Pictures of Emma laying on top of Felix, dwarfing him in comparison. A candid picture of Adam running with Emma in the early morning.

All of a sudden Lukas stops. A selfie of him and his Alaskan Malmute, Emma. In the background however, is a framed picture of him at the young age of 14, his mother, and a guitar. A 1984 Ibanez rs400, bright red.

Rook's guitar.

Rebecca had known that Lukas absolutely excelled at music. His father's early influence no doubt. On an early anniversary, Rook had waited for Rebecca to come home from the Agency. He had set up roses and candles. Dinner had been prepared and its smell wafted through their tiny Vancouver apartment. As Rebecca made her way through, she heard Rook playing his guitar; the song that was playing when they got engaged.

That guitar was Rook's favorite. Rebecca once told Lukas, "The whole time I was pregnant, and-" she paused."For those first 2 years after, he played you lullabies every night."

Lukas' 14th birthday was the only one Rebecca was there for. It was just the two of them. After dinner Rebecca had come out of her bedroom with a large box wrapped haphazardly in 'Birthday' paper. Lukas was so confused. He told her, "But you already spent my birthday with me. I don't need any gifts."

Rebecca almost cried when Lukas said that. Their relationship used to be so close. But she was resolute, wiping her tears away saying "Lukas, sweetheart, this isn't just a present from me." She took his hands in her own. "It is a gift from your father."

Lukas never heard much about his dad. Rebecca always told him how traumatizing that moment was, so he understood that she never discussed it. All she would ever say was that Rook loved Lukas with his whole heart. Lukas was his whole world.

Lukas opened the box carefully, but with vigor. When he gazed upon the glossy vibrant red finish, he felt his father with him. Every time Lukas played from that day on, he always felt Rook was right there next to him.

In the last year, Lukas has begun to lose faith in Rebecca and their relationship. He knows it isn't entirely her doing, but he still is not sure if he can entirely forgive her for all those kept secrets. That framed picture from his birthday, is a stark reminder of how things used to be. He loves his life now, especially with Adam in it. Though he can't help but wish he had those days back. Whenever he's sad, whenever he's angry, whenever he records a new track, he picks up Rook's guitar and just plays. He plays until his fingers bleed, until he's filled his notebook with song ideas.

It's the only physical reminder that his father existed.

#twc detective #sgt. lukas vanir #𓆩♡𓆪 meus amor aeternus 𓆩♡𓆪 #det. lukas ári vanir #twc #the wayhaven chronicles #twc fanfic #twc writing #twc rook #twc rebecca

[doriandistortion]

Clocks

Antique, tree-like with bug bitten leaves

Rewinding, resetting, dialing

Making the world circadian again

Spinning and spinning until I can’t remember what your face looks like anymore

Erodium cicutarium

- S10LU 10/12/23

#Dorian.Distortion #my writing #poetry #writing #poem #new poets society #poems and poetry #spilled writing #spilled poetry #spilled ink #words #twc writing #2023 #October #shitty poetry #monochrome #gray #aesthetic #gloomy #religious imagery #vintage #Victorian #southern gothic #Midwest #midwest gothic #rural america

[magesmiths]

anTiquity tuesday thursday ig

thank u for the tag @narrativefoiltrope <3

i never posted this anywhere i don't think but hey we're 7 days out from book 3 so here's a few snippets from a file named "break-up sex lol". lottie x nat sewell

not tagging anyone but take this as an open tag!

(nsfwish under the cut, minors dni)

“Lottie, I’m glad you -” 

“Don’t talk.” 

Nat’s brow furrows at her harsh words and Lottie walks closer. She stops right in front of her and lifts a hand to her hair, tucking a loose strand behind Nat’s ear and rubbing her thumb over Nat’s cheek. “No more talking tonight.” Her eyes drop to the taller woman’s lips and she obliges, dipping her head and meeting Lottie in a soft kiss. Too soft.

Lottie pulls Nat closer to her, one hand on her hip, the other in her hair tugging her towards the bed. Nat meets her in equal force.

...

She runs her hand over the soft hair on Nat’s legs, spreads them further so she can kiss her way up her thigh. Remember this, she’s saying with every kiss, every ministration. Remember me. 

Here she is home, as close to happiness as she will ever find herself. Nat’s hand is in her hair, holding her, begging her to move but she lingers, pressing soft kisses to the crook between her thigh and where she wants to be most. 

There is no time left, but she’s taking hers. Slow kisses as she commits to memory the sweetest of places.

...

This is peace, she thinks, the steady heartbeat under her hand, patterns drawn on her back with long fingers. This is peace she will never know again.

#...i am kinda tempted to finish this damn #hurting lottie & nat just comes so easy rip #writing #nat x lottie #light ns*w #i forgot how to tag writing tbh #twc writing

[kiramalibu]

i’m not used to asking

for anything more than

what i’ve been given

for my hands have curated

stardust from black ash

so this assertion is more

observatory than complaint

but is this the reason

why i’m so dissatisfied?

do i harbor too much self restraint?

is that even possible?

can i live a life in which everything

that i have is nothing that i yearn for?

do you think that’s plausible?

these thoughts of mine

should be castrated

they’re so privileged that

it’s almost too volatile

i swear i’m learning how to

be more responsible

but unfortunately having

my mind is not optional

kira malibu

#kiramalibu #writerscreed #poet #poetry #illustrans #spilled thoughts #poets #quotes #twcpoetry #spilled words #spilled ink #spilled prose #prose writing #prose ink #writing #twc writing #writingthestorm #poetic stories #wnq reblog #reblog poetry

[writingbyella]

the girl from the internet

there you are.

in the midsts of tank tops

and trends and noise, noise, noise.

you.

in the land of binary

and shooting shots.

you.

in the uber and then, later,

under the yellow umbrella

and close enough to-

you.

this is what it’s like be found.

to be seen. truly - not some trick

of the light or fiction -

but really, actually seen

from the soul outward.

this is what coming home feels like

i think to myself as she, she, she

smiles. at me. with those eyes.

and lips that taste like we’ve met before -

all those years of burnt flesh

and i never realised

that wasn’t how

sunshine felt on the skin.

#poetry #poem #spilled ink #love poem #quotes #twc writing

[ivderail]

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Thank u.

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[seraphinitegames]

The Wayhaven Chronicles—Update 12/April/2024

So close to finally being done with the character creator, editing, and clean up code (though I think that will be something I continue to do as I’m writing and find variables I can condense or sort out)!

This part has taken soooo much longer than I planned or wanted, but I have to remind myself it’s worth the work—especially when it means I can just transfer what I’ve spent so long sorting for this book to the next one and just add on the variables for the last book. It does make me realise just how many threads and branches Wayhaven now has!…But also makes me all the more excited to get to write them when I see where they are going! :D

But I’m getting some serious writing withdrawals…to the point that I may have done a little bit towards the next chapter this week, lol!

At least once this is completely done, the writing should progress much quicker, and I can really settle myself into the actual story writing. Something I am even more eager for after going over Chapter One’s writing for editing! I absolutely love what I have! The love interest openings gave me such romantic (and sometimes steamy!) vibes. It sets the perfect tone for how the book really will have that seriously romance focus, particularly with the villain pushing the love interests forward on that, hehe! ;D

But I’m excited to get into the storyline for this book too! Something very different for what I’ve done with Wayhaven so far, and even a mechanic I have only for this book! I’ll be excited to find out how your MC’s react to it!

I will be pushing on to get the final tasks done on this demo chapter and get it over to the editor this weekend. It IS happening this weekend, even if I have to stay up all day and nights, lol! Which means next week it’s back to writing! Yay! I am SO ready for that, as well as being much quicker at it, lol! :D

Hope you all have the most fantastic weekend! I’ll be working the weekend, but will be offline as usual, so I’ll update you all again next week! <3

#the wayhaven chronicles #interactive fiction #update #twc book 4 #choice of games #hosted games #fiction #creative writing #choicescript

[ejunkiet]

tidbit tuesday

>:3 so I was tagged by the incredible @dwead-piwate-meggers​ and @evilbunnyking​ and as I’m back in twc brain rot, here is another snippet from the multi-chapter trapper fic wip I have in my drafts hehehe <3

the wayhaven chronicles: olivia greene/mason

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Darkness. Pain. There are bands at her wrists and ankles, holding her tight, tight, and she can’t move. She can’t see. The stink of antiseptic is sharp in her nose, and there’s something sharp pinching at the skin above her elbow, searching for a vein.

A low voice murmurs in her ear, soft and saccharine. Just a sharp scratch. There we go.

Her body is shaking. There’s a tightness below her breastbone, constricting her chest, and she can’t breathe. She can’t breathe. The pain is too much, overwhelming-

“Olivia-”

Hands reaching out of the darkness, intermittently white and pale and dark and clawed. She flinches back, but the restraints won’t give. She’s left paralysed, helpless. Unable to stop the inevitable.

Just a little more, give me a little more. That’s it.

The glimmer of fangs, before sharp teeth dig into her wrist, and it burns.

“Fuck- Olivia!”

She opens her eyes and for a moment she thinks she sees - a flash of icy blue, cruel and calculating- before she blinks and the vision is gone, leaving an empty sky through fogged windows, the pale crescent of the waning moon haloed in the frosted glass.

The familiar utilitarian design of the Agency SUV flickers into focus as her eyes adjust to the low light - and that’s right. They’d pulled over for the night, preferring to stay within the vehicle than risk another roadside motel.

There’s a rustle of movement at her side, and she turns her head to see Mason crouched awkwardly over her, limbs a disorganised mess across the backseat.

His grey stare is shadowed in the faint light, dark brows pulled low, concern creasing the sharp lines of his features.

He reaches out to her, movements slow and purposeful as his palm finds the side of her face, the warm pads of his thumb brushing across her cheekbone. 

Her cheeks are damp, and when she swallows, her throat feels hoarse, sore.

She breathes. One breath, two.

--

tagging- okay! >:3 @chroniclesinlacuna @serenpedac @vryptidart @rhetoricalrogue @acryptidcreates @sollucets @slushrottweiler @pinksparkl @romirola @agentnatesewell @clonemaster-general <333

#twc #the wayhaven chronicles #olivia and mason #I poke at this every few months or so hehehe #it's a fun romp #<3 #twc writing #is that my old writing tag? #wip wednesday

[lukas-du-mortain]

W.I.P. I Forgot What Day It Was

"You're not real." Lukas whispers, refusing to lift his gaze to the figure before him. Ignoring the phantom won't matter though.

"Aren't I, though?" The phantom crouches down on one knee, pushing into Lukas' space and grabbing his chin with long thin fingers. Its nails dig into his skin as it yanks Lukas' head upwards. "I'm a part of you. Always lurking, always watching, always observing. I know the worst parts of you. The things you wish you said, the things he did say," The phantom carelessly drops Lukas' head from its grip.

#twc detective #sgt. lukas vanir #det. lukas ári vanir #twc writing #twc fanfic

[shallowseeker]

One thing I will always love about The Winchesters is how petulant it is about its romance parallels. It really is knocking you over the head with parallels to Dean’s feelings in particular.

The show is built around the choosing—the running your own race despite your circumstances.

#it’s like robbie thompson is in the background with a chalkboard writing reading comprehension #in all caps #100% a study in media literacy as a companion to spn’s original run #dean is transparent #you have to go out of your way to look away from his feelings honestly #twc rewatch #spnwin rewatch #you have to misrepresent dean and misread him to erase his feelings for cas #he practically wears them on his sleeve #he doesn’t make sense otherwise

[nerdierholler]

Mason walks up behind Andie with his hands in the pockets of his jacket, opening it and wrapping it around her (hands still in his pockets, the cold hands never leave the pockets) then rests his chin on her head and mutters "You're warm."

Felix's eyes sparkle with mischief, "Andie, I love your new coat and matching hat. Very stylish."

"Thanks," she quips back, "it's vintage," rolling her eyes up toward Mason.

"Hey, some things only get better with age, sweetheart." With Mason's chest pressed against her back, every word reverberates through her body.

"It really spoke to me," she continues, ignoring Mason's comment, "I can really feel the previous owner's presence."

"Ha. Ha." Mason deadpans. Then without another word, he leans down and picks up Andie, still wrapped in his coat, and carries her away, feet playfully kicking a few inches off the ground, from a laughing Felix.

#agent m #andie byrne #twc #the wayhaven chronicles #the light goofiness of these two is exactly what I needed #nerdy writes #life at nerdy holler

[kiramalibu]

even if i gave you everything

you wanted

i am unsure if i’d still be someone

you would’ve wanted

i’ve spent the majority of my life

trying to prove that i can be someone

of worth, and i’m tired of it

to be honest

i don’t want love if it doesn’t

feel like a promise

your words and actions never aligned

and because of that, all we share

now is wasted time

kira malibu

#kiramalibu #writerscreed #poet #poetry #illustrans #spilled thoughts #poets #quotes #twcpoetry #spilled words #prose poetry #twc writing #spilled ink #spilled writing #spilled prose #spilled poetry

[lebuc]

in event of an emergency

* in the event of an emergency we'll proceed as always:

those whose calendar is full will strive to keep their appointments

those who've cleared theirs will seek to preserve that precious space.

for what constitutes an emergency

& what's just simply emergent blurs with the medium chosen

to view from the span of our circle of concern;

because massaged media makes mincemeat out of mountains,

meteors from mouse-sized mentation & motions;

it lays waste in haste of the way we'd place our attention

not to mention the notion & pace of the great paper race, it seems.

even seeping into our wildest dreams while we chase the elusive, & flee from the dreaded, the abusive - controlling when & where we're headed in a milieu wholly of our own making;

only to awaken, stirred & shaken slipping into a twilight zone

of the othered unknown. * 1/24 - lebuc - in event of an emergency

#poetry #poets on tumblr #creative writing #free verse #spilled ink #twc #writerscreed #poetryriot #alt lit #lit #in event of an emergency

[lykegenia]

So there's somthing about the M romance I haven't really seen people talking about, and it feels like one of these things that gets overlooked because there's an expectation to play the M-mance a certain way: flirty, sex-first, friends-ish with benefits catching feelings. Nothing wrong with that. And M's development in Book 3 as a character recognising there's something different in their feelings here (like actually having them at all) is great and really well paced, and it's really what sold me on the idea when I played it with Rhiannon.

However.

If you play the M-mance the way I did with Rhiannon, as someone who rejects M's advances and expresses disinterest in having casual sex, it gets pretty uncomfortable after a while. Because even with no encouragement, M doesn't stop 'flirting'. I put that in quote marks because M's behaviour towards the MC includes leering, unsolicited sexual comments, invasions of personal space, and a bunch of other stuff that makes pretty solid ground for an actual sexual harrassment complaint to Agency HR. That's literally the definition of their behaviour. It's not even subtle - they do this in front of the rest of UB and even in front of the MC's mother. If they were not the love interest for that particular route, they wouldn't be able to get away with it. They would be treated by the narrative the same way as Bobby, who shows a lot of directly comparable behaviours if they're the MC's ex and is framed as a creep for it.

I don't know if this is more frustration with M as a character or with Mishka's style of writing that makes it clear she's not expecting you to say no to M's advances. The options to ignore M's propositions are there, but they don't really have any effect on how the story plays out. At no point until the scene in Haley's in Book 3 can the MC have a proper, negative reaction to one of M's comments, and even then there's no option to tell them what an arsehole they're being, or that their advances make the MC uncomfortable. There's no option to even be uncomfortable because the MC automatically gets flushed and tingly whenever M gets close.

To be fair to M, that moment does make them change their behaviour, and it does make me believe that they'd have backed off earlier if told to, but it's a shame that the MC never gets a chance to properly call them on being inappropriate with a colleague. Even a throwaway comment from another member of UB suggesting they tone it down would be welcome. Maybe it's just being an ace that makes me notice it more, and I do appreciate that would be an unfair amount of extra work to put on Mishka to write in what amounts to two versions of the same romance, but I can't help miss the wasted potential in what we could have got if we'd just been able to tell M to fuck off on day one.

#i may be writing a thing #the wayhaven chronicles #specialist agent m #twc mason #twc morgan #twc critical