More draw the squad, can’t stop won’t stop!
livin the dream
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i love it so much, omg
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Than you so much!! 
Me (looking at likes and replies): Shower me with affection! 
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me @ me: hey, rose, remember when you said you’d draw unit brav—?
me: more charlotte, yayyyyyyyy (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ✲ﾟ｡⋆
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Since we were talking about cars in the discussion thread.
Summary
Farah twisted the key forward and felt the engine rumble to life beneath her. Screwing her face up in distaste she glanced Ava, who gave a brief nod. “Good. Now shift it into gear.”
“Uh, I change my mind,” she said, reaching for the key again. “This feels weird.”
“You should learn to drive, Agent. It will be useful in the field.” Ava grabbed her hand and moved it gently but firmly to the gear shift. “Put the car in drive.”
Nat watched anxiously from the back seat. “Ava, are you sure she’s ready? She only learned what cars were last year. It’s a big step.”
“If I don’t teach her now, she’ll never learn. Agent Hauville, begin.”
She moved the gear shift, wincing a bit at the feel of the machinery through the seat. “I don’t need to drive. I can run faster than this hunk of metal.”
Ava scoffed. “In rural areas, yes. The last thing the Agency needs is you flying down the street and being seen by humans. Not all of them are like the ones at the Agency. Take your foot off the brake.”
“I don’t see why I have to learn when Nat doesn’t–it’s moving!” The car rolled forward a few inches and Farah slammed on the brakes.
Everyone jerked forward. Ava sat back, both hands clutching the dash, and stared straight ahead for a long minute. Farah watched her carefully.
“Could you watch it?” Morgan growled from behind her. There was the click of the woman’s lighter and the sudden scent of tobacco smoke permeated the air. Farah coughed. “You just sent Ava to her happy place.”
Ava’s grip on the dash tightened. “Yes, Agent, it moved. That tends to be what cars do. Next time you want to stop the car, press down on the brake slowly.”
Morgan groaned from the backseat. “Do I have to be here for this? Ava can just teach her by herself.”
“We’re here for moral support,” Nat chided. “Farah’s new on the team. We should spend some time together and get to know each other.”
Ava released the dashboard, leaving behind a slight dent. “Agent, try again, and this time, move your foot to the gas pedal and press down–slowly, don’t floor it.”
Farah followed the directions, and for a few minutes, things went alright. Morgan grunted from the backseat with each jerk of motion as Farah maneuvered the car in a very slow circle around the empty section of the facility parking lot.
“Speed up! Put your foot on the gas and keep it there.”
“Morgan, she’s learning. Let her go at her own pace.” Nat tutted.
Next to her, Ava added, “Don’t listen to them. Put your foot on the gas pedal and push down gently. Hold it there.”
The car moved a little faster and remained at an even speed. Ava nodded. “Good. Now let’s try driving on the road.”
Farah gulped.
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I love this, and I love you
Nat is such a mom, I love her!
E V I L
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Hello everyone, here i did a doodle(? of Farah 
I’m trying to draw on my pc with the mouse :’)
(I still prefer to draw with paper and pencil though)
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Excuse me. When, did you just say with the mouse?
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Right?
That is some mouse you got there! I can’t even get such good lines with my tablet.
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Awwww, look at him, he’s about to bitchslap Bobby…so cute!
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In yet another attempt to make a Farah romancing detective stick…meet Gina.
…My phone didn’t like the lighting.
Growing up Gina didn’t really have friends, so she finds her current predicament of being surrounded by four rambunctious vampires equally exciting and exhausting. She’s very quiet and doesn’t usually talk if she doesn’t need to or have a good reason. She isn’t all that shy, just very introverted. She really likes Farah’s laugh.
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When F finally drives on the road.
F, grinning: Hey, this is easier than I thought. I think I’m really getting the hang of it.
M: Says you!
A : Ignore him, you’re doing good. Now turn left at this corner.
F, looking extremely pleased, turns the steering wheel to the maximum and presses harder on the accelerator.
A: Slow down and – F, look out!
Car crash scene
A, groaning, rubbing hands over face: This is ridiculous.
I have absolutely no idea how anyone can crash a car like this, but with F, the most ludicrous things can happen.
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i almost forgot to upload the new edits and fic i’ve made/written here, so… here’s a bunch!
UB NAME MEANINGS.
FARAH/DETECTIVE.
“I can’t see me focusing very well if you get injured.“
The statement makes my stomach suddenly flip. “What do you mean?”
“Oh come on, you’re a detective. Figure it out,” she replies, smile widening. A wink follows the words.
AVA/NAT/DETECTIVE.
“I have to meet with the others. Can one of you debrief my daughter in the mean time?”
“I’ll go.”
“I’ll do it.”
Nat and Ava speak the hurried reply at the same time.
“Do it together, that’s fine. Thank you,” Rebecca says.
“Do it together?” Farah’s grin widens, eyes sparkling like stoked embers. “Now there’s a thought.”
i thought you didn’t want me - rated m
morgan/gn!detective
second person pov. warning for mild sexual content.
“I thought you didn’t want me.” The statement is followed by a raised eyebrow and a hint of a smirk. You’re unable to hold back a scowl.
“Shut up,” is all you say, before you’re crowding in her space and claiming her lips with your own.
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I just played Wayhaven Chronicles yesterday and I’m absolutely in love! 
also I’ve been lurking in the forum looking at all the discussions and fanarts (kinda makes me regret not playing it sooner)
this thread makes me wanna share some drawings of my MC too (I’ve only played Adam’s route)
I was going to play N route for the first playthough… but I got swayed by A’s charms… I’m weak 
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Nice art! I love your version of Adam.
Who can resist their brooding charms right?
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I can’t stop staring at your Adam, he looks soo good! 
And your detective is so cute! You have such a nice style. 
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Okay, so a few months ago I just stumbled upon this cool new and amazing game called Wayhaven Chronicles. Now, let me be frank, the name firstly came off as a bit odd (don’t hate me) to me but i still gave it a try and guess what? I LOVED IT!!! I was never a fan of vampire genre but this game JUST CHANGED MY MIND about the whole chemistry between vampire and humans. So the game was awesome and the character which I loved the most was Nat. I’m crazy for her if by any chance she was real I’ve would’ve proposed her long ago. And why wouldn’t you love someone like her? She is understanding, she is so sweet, she is so friendly that you can actually tell her whatever you want even when she isn’t using her pheromones on you to control your mind. So I was practically daydreaming about her. I literally went batshit crazy when the game ended with my MC and her not REALLY confessing their feelings towards each other (Okay, they did. In a way. But It wasn’t clear enough) then when I romanced other characters, I realised that every character ends up either feeling confused about the MC or holding their feelings back. I found that idea pretty anticlimactic. But then that’s best part. The anticipation. I bet everyone is waiting for the things to be out in open with the mc and whoever character they were romancing with. So, back to the point - while daydreaming about different scenes of Nat with my MC I came up with this scene. I’ve used the anticlimax element that you find in almost all the scenes with your RO in the game.
Situation: it takes place in book 2
1.Murphy strikes back as he had escaped in part1
2.MC tries to arrest Murphy.
3.Instead MC ends up badly injured as the Unit Bravo wasn’t there on the situation to aid him.
4.MC somehow manages to escape Murphy
5.Rebecca finds out about MC going up against Murphy all alone
6.Rebecca and MC have a mother-and-son-quarrel
Now what happened next…
“You shouldn’t have gone alone on this thing!” Rebecca yelled at her son.
“It’ll be better that you start trusting me more! I’ve had training to handle criminals!” Detective yelled back. His face flushed with anger.
“You aren’t trained to handle people like Murphy! Something could’ve happened to you!”
“Oh, stop it! It isn’t like you really care.” The detective drew out the last word in a partially accusing tone.
“What do you mean?” Rebecca’s stern angry features shifted into a frown. The relation between her and her son hadn’t been the best one. Oh, they had a very professional way of conducting themselves to each other but there wasn’t a time when they had that sweet and lovely air of affection between them. There was only the kind of atmosphere that you really find between a soldier and his junior. There was stern discipline but no light heartedness. This fact was pretty clear to both the mother and son and that’s the thing that stung the most - there was nothing either of them could’ve done to wipe the tension between them. Even the hidden supernatural world which was revealed to the detective by his mother had just made the condition worse in their case. He felt cheated. By his own mother.
Rebecca’s question still hung in the air with an earbleeding silence. That one innocent question was about go unanswered and unheard but then the detective raised his eyes to meet his mother’s gaze.
“If you ever really cared about me, you wouldn’t have kept IT a secret from me!” The bitter words escaped his lips.
Rebecca’s face shifted into a scowl, she was about shoot back but her expressions softened and her eyes welled up with tears. She wanted to tell her son that, Yes, it had killed her everyday, every night, every moment to keep that secret from him. To keep the strange and dangerous reality hidden from him for so long. Parents always mean well for their kids. But it’s the damned children who won’t understand.
Now the tears were uncontrollable. Her chest was tightening with guilt and sorrow. Rebecca turned away and the tears started to roll down her face. She rushed out of the room.
The detective almost stepped ahead and grabbed her but held himself back. Wasn’t he guilty too? He knew he was. He knew, his mother wanted to protect him. He knew she had done it for him. He knew everything then why had he behaved like an annoying brat who wouldn’t appreciate anything good? He understood his mother. He wanted to tell her that he loved her as much as she loved him. But, There was an abysmal emptiness in those words which were unsaid. That emptiness came from all the time Rebecca had spent saving the world from the rogue supernatural while her son speculated his mother as a selfish witch.
The detective sat back on the hard fibre chair and exhaled a long tired breath. The door of the common room creaked open and there she was. Nat. Standing tall yet friendly, dark hair cascading her shoulders and outlining her marvellous face.
“Is everything alright? Rebecca seemed upset while she went out.” She said. Her voice sounded like a soothing symphony. Like a soulful tune where a couple can hold each other and sway along the beat almost involuntarily. Patiently and lovingly at the same time.
“Oh, we… had quiet a chat.” The detective shook his head.
“Was it about Murphy?” She asked as she walked towards him and sat on the chair beside him. Their knees touched. There was a tingling against his skin as he felt the contact. He was excited by the sensation and annoyed by the question which reminded him of the fight he just had with woman who called herself his mother.
“What else could it be about?” He said.
“She cares about you.” She said gently. Those words - as great as they sounded in her voice still stung like a giant hornet. The stinger penetrating the flesh. Penetrating all the epidermal layers and the juices emptying into the bloodstream. Then came the burning. The wild, very wild burning. That’s how he felt. He knew that his mother cared about him. He had hurted the woman who had risked every thing to protect him and he had hurted her. He knew it. And it stung him the most.
“I know.” He said. As the words escaped his lips he felt as if some heavy load was taken off his chest.
“You know, it’s a fact that we all tend to piss the people we care for the most.” She said, a soft smile in her voice which lightened the mood and eased his stress.
“Is it?” He asked.
“Yes. Consider me and Ava. We both piss each other a lot.” She said and this elicited a chuckle out of him. “Then there’s Morgan.” The chuckle became a laugh.“And I don’t need to mention Farah. We all piss each other all the time.” He laughed loud at this. She smiled as he stopped to catch his breath.
The detective and Nat sat without saying anything. There was a silence but there wasn’t any silence. The quietness between them was never the awkward one. This was the kind of situation which didn’t need any words to fill the emptiness. That’s what they both enjoyed the most in each other’s company.
Then the detective looked at her.
“How do you do it, Nat? How can you make me laugh so easily.” He asked looking into her eyes.
“Because, I just don’t want to see you sad.” She said and stroked the side of detective’s face. Her touch burned holes into his skin. The sensation made him skip several heart beats. “Those weren’t the pheromones that made you laugh. All the good things come easily when I want to do it for you.” She said as her finger trailed down the detective’s jaw and stopped at his chin. She gently raised his face a bit higher. Neither of them had realised that their faces were too close to each other now, and it was hardly an inch that separated their lips from each other.
“Nat…” The detective whispered.
Nat said nothing and they both inched closer. Their soft breaths were dancing on the lips of the other. The proximity itself was enough to make them melt into each other. A part of themselves was actually confused that how were they even keeping themselves so still? They came even more closer and…
“Hey, Nat…” Farah chimed in from the door and they both recoiled as the real world came back into focus.
There was a smirk playing on Farah’s lips.
“Did I interrupt something?” She said smirking.
“No.” The detective said, fighting back the disappointment in his voice.
“Are you sure detective?” She said, still smirking.
The detective frowned.
“Nat, Rebecca wants to see you.” She regarded Nat. Nat fumbled to get to her feet. Her face was flustered. Her heart was pounding like a jackhammer.
“I’ll see you soon, detective.” She said as she started to walk away.
A nod was all he was able to manage. Then Farah and Nat disappeared.
The detective leaned back and once again drew in an irritated long breath and exhaled slowly. He was disappointed on the interruption but there was silly grin that played on his lips. He thought, maybe he had the “L” word for the agent who was capable of making him laugh so easily.
_hope it was good 
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hi y’all~! I did some prompt fills over on my tumblr, which can be found here for people interested in Nat/Tanwen, Keiji/Tahir or Tahir/Val (another of my detectives).
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