maybe I need to write more of Mason's excellent poems <- I haven't read your work yet (soon!) so I can't help but wonder if this is sarcastic 👀
ahahaha - I've written Mason reciting stupid dirty poems he wrote himself in two fics now. Below the cut if you'd like the excerpts
Always for the First Time
“What good advice did you give him?” she asks Nate as she comes back into the bedroom.
Mason smiles at her as he takes his cup and she will never tire of that look on his face, once so rare. “One time he told me poems were romantic.”
“Oh, is that where your poem came from?” She settles on the edge of the bed, tucking a foot underneath her as she hands Nate his mug.
“Thank you,” he says, pausing to blow on the tea before he asks: “You wrote a poem?”
Kat nods. “He sure did. That should be cool enough, by the way.”
Nate sips, then curls his hands around the mug, giving her one of his slow, summer-warm smiles. “Thank you,” he repeats, and there’s weight to that one.
It pleases her, and flusters her, and she tries to cover it by asking if he wants to hear the poem.
“Of course. If you’re comfortable sharing.”
Kat clears her throat and straightens her spine, throwing a wink to Mason. “Forgive me for being blunt,” she recites, “I just love to eat your… pussy.”
Nate says nothing, just turns and gives a long, expressionless look to Mason before looking back to her. “I promise to write you an actual poem.”
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All that I Ask You Promise
“I wrote another poem, too,” Mason says, and before Nate can protest, he continues. “I like your mouth, upon my cock. At any time, around the clock.”
“No!”
“You’re a regular old dirty Seuss,” Kat says, with more enthusiasm than he’d prefer.
Nate pinches the bridge of his nose. “Please stop.”
“I would fuck you here or there. I would fuck you anywhe—” The last lines of the poem are sadly lost to time, and the thud of a pillow, and the sound of their laughter.
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It's summer and what better way to celebrate that than with our favourite vampires and Wayhaven's other inhabitants?
Come and join us by sharing your own creations and reblogging what others have created! From moodboards to art, fanfic to summery Wayhaven headcanons – everything in between and beyond is welcome!
When: August 10th - 16th
How:
By creating fanworks (art, fic, moodboards, headcanons,...) inspired by the prompts for this event. Don't forget to tag this blog @/summerinwayhaven when you share a work and to use the tag #summer in wayhaven! If you are posting fanfic on Ao3, there’s also a collection for this event that you are very welcome to add your work to: Summer In Wayhaven
Reblog the content made by other creators ^^
Guidelines
Resources
FAQ
Prompt list
Day 1: Road Trip
Day 2: Ocean
Day 3: Poetry
Day 4: Heat Wave
Day 5: Passion
Day 6: Memory
Day 7: Sunset
How do you manage outlining a longer writing project? And how do you keep up motivation for the actual writing after the outline is done?
What a timely question anon!
First - I have no one set method for outlining. I try something new, I learn, I see what works and what doesn't. I DO like to have a rough outline all figured out before I sit down and start writing, but as I get better at structure and plotting, the outline often has some flexibility along the way.
My brain also just tends to work in longer writing projects - I usually have a decent idea of where a character is starting from and where I want them to end up and that kind of change just takes a while.
For Routine Body Maintenance, I didn't actually expect it to be a longer work. My original plan was to fill in plot moments for Kat and Mason and thread how I wanted their relationship to develop through the existing story line. But it brought up some interesting things to play around with (memory, the barrier, etc). I do have an ending outlined for that, but its completely canon divergent.
As for motivation... It was definitely more motivating releasing fanfic chapters serially and getting lovely comments along the way than writing original work! For that, I just made it routine. I made the time a priority, got up early so I could have about an hour to write daily, set word count goals and tried to hit them. There were days when things flowed and days when it sucked, but it got it done eventually!
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I am more of a reader than a movie watcher but porque no los dos?
Movies:
Ok so in making this list I realized that I am completely drawn to movies that aren’t just a visual way of telling a story but use the medium to create a visual language. Usually kind of odd or eerie or a bit unsettling, with so much symbolism.
(in no particular order)
The Last Unicorn - apparently this was my fav movie when I was five. I have no recollection of this. When I rewatched it as an adult, it sure hit different. Gorgeous background animation and I love that the older female character gets to have an adventure too.
The Cell - visuals that rewired my brain
What Dreams May Come - I sob every time I watch this.
Harold and Maude - odd dark comedy from the 70’s - sad, weird, human, ultimately kind of hopeful. Awesome soundtrack by Cat Stevens.
Pan’s Labyrinth
Bonus: Lord of the Rings trilogy for the nostalgia
Second Bonus: my favorite movie I haven’t yet seen: The Fall (it’s been recommended to me so many times, and has the same director as the Cell) I really need to watch it.
(Okay I’ve spent so long on this - books are coming in a second post haha)
i am just so overjoyed to see you! 💕 i am loving hunger so much. love kat x mason x nate and all the fics you’ve written for them. what inspired you to bring the three of them together? (~agentnatesewell)
Aww - it’s seriously so nice to be back and interacting with all you wonderful people again. I think I got kinda burnt out and lonely working on original writing and writing for Wayhaven again has been a joy.
I’m trying to remember what sparked the trio… I think it was partly that the more I wrote Nate in Routine Body Maintenance the more I loved him and there kept being these little moments of “what if” between him and Kat. Even if it was only in my drafts. Since RBM is definitely only staying as Mason/Kat, I needed an alternate outlet for my need to see Nate horny and desperate. But the more I worked on it, the more sense they all made together ❤️
Read any good books or watched any shows recently? Also how are you today! I hope you're doing well!
Thanks for asking lovely! I am well today. My DnD group is coming over soon and we’re going to resolve last sessions (probably bad) decision to shoot a sleeping dragon.
I’ve been watching Misfits with my partner lately - a rewatch for me and first time for him. I wanted to see how they wove in a subplot for some original writing I’m working on because I remember it blowing my mind the first time I watched it. Also Robert Sheehan is absolutely hilarious in it.
I set a goal to read two books a month this year and did well until May. Last thing I read was Bury our Bones in the Midnight Soil by VE Schwab which I liked, though I wanted to like it more. On the other hand, I’m still thinking about it, so that’s something too!
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Kat wipes the corner of her mouth and raises her hand like a benediction. Blood slides down her fingers.
“Enlarge not to my hunger,” Nate murmurs, quoting Keats, “or I'm caught in trammels of perverse deliciousness.”
His jaw aches. Saliva floods his mouth and he swallows. A pulse that isn’t a heartbeat beats in his fangs.
He licks his lower lip and Kat watches his tongue before slowly grazing her fingertips along his mouth. Her blood, dark and sticky sweet, smeared on his lips.
@turtleybeachin asked about detective lock screens and backgrounds and Kat’s is NOT as inspired as Noelle’s (still laughing about twilight) but this is what I got (for her personal phone - her agency phone is super generic because Rebecca will probably see that and Kat does not want any questions about her personal life)
Lock screen:
Badly cropped photo of her boat
Or generic sunset photo she took from the boat (the horizon is decidedly tilted)
Background:
Unflattering photo of Mason sleeping, part of a retaliatory one-upping between them (Mason started it after catching Kat in the weirdest double jointed nap position on the warehouse couch and then showing everyone with equal parts amusement and genuine concern if a human should bend like that in their sleep.)
tagged by the wonderful @orianaquinn <3 worked a little on my zombieverse charlie/adam first time fic yesterday, for the first time in two months according to ellipsus, oops. i rly want to finish it, so i can work on other projects without feeling guilty, lol. so, think i'm going to make it my priority, tbh. i'm writing some of the scenes out of order, so this is from the very ending of the fic.
context for people who haven't read not yet corpses. it's a zombie apocalypse AU where nate, charlie's husband, dies in the beginning, and the fic is about her processing her grief & moving on and falling in love with adam. spoilers but they don't bang in it, so i'm writing a separate fic for that, lol
"I love you," she murmurs very softly afterwards, both hands on his chest, stroking the heated skin, petting her nails through his chest hair. "I know I don't…" She stops and takes a deep breath through her mouth to her lungs and then back up. "It's difficult."
She leaves it at that. Adam's hand rises and he brushes her brow bone with his calloused thumb. "I know," he says simply, understanding like he always is. She still feels like she doesn't deserve his gentleness. "I do not mind."
Adam is quiet for a moment before he speaks again. "I have loved you," he says solemnly, "since the start."
Charlie knows he doesn't mean it literally. They talked about it. Neither of them had any desire for each other when she was together with Nate. She was too in love and he was too focused on his friendship. There were no lingering looks, no secret crushes, no hidden longing.
What Adam means is one the first moments they touched after Nate's death. The time they hugged after she held that one frightened man at knifepoint during the summer her husband died. She didn't notice the shift until that winter. When he gave her the little carved bird as a gift and she felt so incredibly weak for him. She can admit that now – that she wanted him desperately.
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Kat wipes the corner of her mouth and raises her hand like a benediction. Blood slides down her fingers.
“Enlarge not to my hunger,” Nate murmurs, quoting Keats, “or I'm caught in trammels of perverse deliciousness.”
His jaw aches. Saliva floods his mouth and he swallows. A pulse that isn’t a heartbeat beats in his fangs.
He licks his lower lip and Kat watches his tongue before slowly grazing her fingertips along his mouth. Her blood, dark and sticky sweet, smeared on his lips.
Kat wipes the corner of her mouth and raises her hand like a benediction. Blood slides down her fingers.
“Enlarge not to my hunger,” Nate murmurs, quoting Keats, “or I'm caught in trammels of perverse deliciousness.”
His jaw aches. Saliva floods his mouth and he swallows. A pulse that isn’t a heartbeat beats in his fangs.
He licks his lower lip and Kat watches his tongue before slowly grazing her fingertips along his mouth. Her blood, dark and sticky sweet, smeared on his lips.