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Reblogging, because I can and I am happy people have a reference to stop whitewashing these amazing characters. 😁
The Wayhaven Chronicles—Skin Tone Reference Chart
This is what I use when I draw UB.
M and N are close in skin tone, but N has much more ashy/grey undertones, where as M has more golden undertones.
Hope that helps!
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This lowkey makes me miss Jax. 😔
But I love this fic! 💕
If you're still taking requests, 18 for Jax the hottest vampire besides Mason?
18. fake dating AU / cliché tropes and prompts
“this is sexist,” amy muttered, frowning at her reflection, tugging at the low neckline of the top she was wearing.
from behind her, in the mirror, adrian’s expression pulled into one of sympathy. “unfortunately this is the way it has to be. we need you both there in case anything goes awry, but they’d never let a human attend a meeting of this caliber unless...”
her nose wrinkled with distaste as he trailed off, the obvious end of his sentence hanging in the air between them. her hair was styled just so to show off the fake marks lily had helped her apply -- the ones that were meant to be an imprint of jax’s teeth.
kamilah folded her arms under her chest. “regrettably, the rest of us are too high-profile to attend. but if everything goes according to plan, you should both be fine.”
jax spoke up for the first time, from where he was leaning against the wall at the back of the room. “and if it doesn’t?”
“oooookay, let’s not go there,” lily interjected, “because everything is gonna be totally fine. you look smoking hot, by the way.”
the words had their intended effect, lightening her mood instantly. amy propped a hand up on her hip, cocking an eyebrow at her friend. “yeah? do i look like vampire bait?”
“yes,” jax answered seriously, even though the question was mostly a joke, and amy blinked as she turned to face him, finding he had his hands shoved in his jacket pockets, shuffling his feet against the floor. “we should go.”
“okay.” she drew in a deep breath, flashing the rest of the group one last nervous smile. “see you on the other side, i guess.”
jax slung his arm across her shoulders once they were out in the street, and she tilted into his side while they walked to the meeting point together. “do you really think we’ll be able to sell this?”
from beside her, jax squinted up at the moon, clearing his throat. “it shouldn’t be a problem. but -- you have to know that i won’t let anything happen to you.”
amy pursed her lips, nodding. “i know that. i’m not nervous.”
jax cut his eyes to the side, glancing at her silently. the expression on his face seemed to imply he wasn’t quite buying her confidence.
she laughed, shoving her elbow into his side. he didn’t move from where they were stuck together, taking up most of the width of the sidewalk, and she knew that even her hardest push wouldn’t be enough to move him. the thought was oddly comforting as she insisted, “i’m not!”
“sure,” jax allowed, lips twitching into a soft smile. “well, at least it’s you here with me.”
amy’s grin widened. “can’t see yourself pretending to date kamilah, eh?”
jax laughed warmly. “or adrian. though i do hate that we have to go put on this show.”
she shrugged. “maybe it won’t be so bad. i mean, we show up, i sit in your lap for a few hours while you act important, the wire catches everything on tape, we go home. it seems pretty straightforward.”
“easy for you to say,” jax mused, “all you have to do is sit there and look pretty, and you’re a natural at that.”
amy paused, the compliment catching her off guard. her steps faltered for a second, though just as she opened her mouth to ask a clarifying question she realized they’d arrived at their destination and jax had slowed to a stop, too, just outside the door.
“someone’s looking,” he muttered, staring down at her seriously. “are you ready?”
she nodded, but before she could speak jax had moved to close the last inch of space between them, his lips catching hers in a bruising kiss. amy felt her eyes widen and then slide shut as she responded eagerly, relaxing against him even as his teeth caught her mouth in a way that was almost too sharp -- or would have been, for someone who wasn’t her.
he seemed uncharacteristically shy when he pulled away to lead her inside, and as she snuck one last glance up at the windows above them, facing the street, she realized it was probably because there wasn’t a soul around to be looking, inside the building or otherwise.
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Am I the only one wondering what book is in the center right?
Tyril Starfury modern au!
"You'd do well to keep your distance. I avoid attachments for a reason."
au! Tyril:
He plays the piano
He appreciates art
Is a bibliophile
His family manages one of the biggest industries in scientific research, and elaborating new medicine and biomedical technology
Has at least 2 majors (biotechnology to get more hands on the research handled by the company, and business management, since he will be in charge when his father steps down)
Resting bitch face™️
Blades au! moodboards 1/?
Thanks to @lxdy-starfury for starting all this!!
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This is so beautiful!!! I'm definitely feeling the softness of the sketch. They make a cute couple!
wip wednesday
thank u for da tag ma’am @admdmrtn
i haven’t written much lately so have a sketch of some soft aimee n mason dsfdkjdhfg
taggin’ these lovelies: @echohauville, @agentsunshine, @masonscig, @katbee, @lilas, @veeples (no pressure ofc!!!!) 💞
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This is the type of positivity I need in my life right now.
chavez_fndn | ufwupdates
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This is so sweet! 😊
Hollywood Glamour
[Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer Masterlists] [ Hollywood U Masterlist]
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Characters: Alex Spencer, Thomas Hunt
Book: Hollywood U [Professor Hunt x MC]
Word Count: <350
Synopsis: Alex gets a new headshot and is feeling uneasy about it.
Prompts: growing @choicesjanuarychallenge2021
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“It’s too much, right?”
Hunt’s eyes traced the black and white headshot in his hands, his face inscrutable.
Not waiting for a reply, Alex began pacing. “I knew it’d look cheesy. Ugh! I can’t pull off that look off.” Her fingers combed anxiously through her hair, pulling it to the side.
The tone of the photo made her already dark hair seem darker yet. Her glossy, perfectly coiffed locks shimmered even in the still photograph. The gentle lines formed from the subtle tilt of her head and the slant of her shoulders accentuated her graceful composure. Her skin appeared soft porcelain: delicate and fair.
He pressed his fingers to his lips, mesmerized by the image. He had never seen a more captivating photograph. There was no doubt Alex was beautiful, but this—this was something more. The glamour of classic Hollywood suited her. His head fell softly to the sides trying to reconcile how, in this pose, she reminded him of Gene Tierney’s portrait in Laura and her character Laura Hunt. His lips twitched up at the thought and his pulse quickened. “Alex,” her name echoed in his head. His thoughts drifted between her headshot and the portrait from the film, as a feeling he couldn’t explain began growing within him. “Alex Hunt.”
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Very happy to see this as a person of color and a person very annoyed of seeing whitewashed Unit Bravo art.
The Wayhaven Chronicles—Skin Tone Reference Chart
This is what I use when I draw UB.
M and N are close in skin tone, but N has much more ashy/grey undertones, where as M has more golden undertones.
Hope that helps!
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But honestly, how are you not a celebrity?
I can imagine Ethan watching Denise do this, and being like “what are you doing, Rookie? The mirror’s not even dirty.”
Merry Christmas, everyone! ☺️😆
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Well, rip my heart out! I apparently don't need it.
8. a dying kiss (for the pairing of your choice.... I'm sorry ;__; )
8. a dying kiss
“Elliott—Eli, just keep your eyes open, okay?”
Mason’s voice is—unusual, frantic, panicked—something it ever is not, his hands gripping Elliott’s shoulders, gathering him up in his arms. “Stay with me, handsome.”
Words he never says slip out: a please, and I love you. A shaky don’t do this to me, though he knows it is out of his, their hands, the ever-languishing frame of Elliott’s melting into his desperate embrace.
Something burns Mason’s eyes. Something he tries to blink away. Something that falls. Something that wets Eli’s cheeks.
“Stay with me, please.”
Elliott smiles. He may be coughing and shiver, grow cold and gasp, but he smiles, and perhaps in an effort to not see it (though he wants to, needs to, savor it, for these last moments,) Mason catches his lips with his own.
And fuck, they’re cold.
“In next life, maybe,” Elliott whispers.
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Did anybody else got surprised by how awesome bff!M is? Because I did since I didn't get along with him in the first book.
(book 3 demo spoilers in this post)
I will not shut up about how much I love bff!M in general, and I just have many many thoughts that are specifically about having M as a bff while on an N route
N and M are complements and foils to each other in so many ways and it’s amazing
like I think N sometimes gets… caught up in their feelings and doesn’t really give the detective their due, like that argument A and N had in book 2 where they forget to consider what the detective wants wrt research or combat, or in that spoiler snippet from Mishka’s asks where it reads like they haven’t even considered the detective might not actually want N to, you know, die for them because they will do anything to protect them
and bff M will counter that, M who is all about respecting people’s autonomy
the best example of this is that moment in the book 3 demo where M tells N to stop worrying so much about the detective, that they’re tougher than N gives them credit for
and M standing up for the detective is great no matter the route you’re on, of course, but the sheer weight that exchange has on an N route—you have M telling N, who is being all protective and worried, “hey, your partner, this person you’ve been going all heart eyes about and talking about how much you care about them and all? you should be giving them more credit and believe in them more, because they’re more capable than you think”
i will just never get over it
M really said I am ride or die for this person and you may be my family but I am standing up for them
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Look, look, I'm not okay. 😭
THE MANDALORIAN Chapter 16: The Rescue
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Love this!
MC: Didn’t I say that you dress formally?
Colt: This is formal. No holes, no blood stains, sleeves aren’t ripped off, and I’m not visibly armed.
MC: Oh I guess that’s f- VISIBLY?
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WAYHAVEN XMAS GIVE AWAY! (PATREON MEMBERSHIPS)
This Christmas I want to give something back to this amazing community. The fanart, fanfic, memes and all other content have absolutely kept me sane this 2020 and so I want to say thank you.
I'm giving away 15 memberships to @seraphinitegames 's Patreon for the month of December. This will let you enjoy the incredible Christmas scenarios for each RO as well as any other content uploaded!
If you want to take part in the give away, all you have to do is like/reblog this post. I will choose the winners randomly next week and contact each of you individually to get you signed up to Mishka's Patreon.
Happy holidays to you all! :D
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Aww! My poor heart. 🥲
An Act of Love
Masterlists: [All Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer] [Red Carpet Diaries Universe]
Characters: Alex, Thomas Hunt
Book: Red Carpet Diaries 3
Word Count : +/-850
Prompt: motivate - @choicesmonthlychallenge
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A vibrant array of Post-It notes littered the dark oak surface. Alex scribbled furiously in a black leather-bound journal. Line after line, she filled the page, letting her mind freely craft its narrative, without care to her penmanship. Her red felt pen came to a sudden halt, the top of which began drumming swiftly against the notebook. Her face twisted in consideration, looking over the last sentence. Something about it just wasn’t quite right; the language didn’t do Marianne’s story justice.
Alex rested the pen between her teeth. Her well-worn childhood copy of The Secret of Ninradell fluttered beneath her fingertips as she thumbed through its slightly yellowed edges searching for the scene she needed for the manuscript.
“Ahh! Here it is.” She mumbled to herself, rereading the passage. The vivid imagery still invoked that same magical feeling she got during her first reading all those years ago. Alex held the page with her elbow and opened a newer printing of the book that she had been highlighting and writing in, looking until she found the same passage. Closing her childhood copy, Alex underlined the lines of text with a blue pen and then copied them over into her notebook. Her notes were color-coded: red was her vision, blue was for quotes from the novel, and black was for everything in between.
Thomas leaned wordlessly against the door frame for a moment, watching her so deeply engrossed in her work that she didn’t even notice his presence. She had been so motivated to finish the manuscript that she hadn’t left her office all day, not even for her coffee fix. It had been hours since her last cup. He remembered those days, that feeling—that rush. He sighed heavily not having found a project that captivated him like that since The Last Duchess. He missed it certainly, but ,watching Alex, day in and day out being led solely by her art and passion, filled him with such pride.
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is any a-mancing detective actually not an utter menace to a, or did we all collectively agree to antagonise them as a form of courtship
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My money is on love potion!
Zaid: I think Ines is secretly poisoning me.
Baz: Why???
Zaid: Whenever I see her, my heart rate picks up and I start to sweat.
Baz: That’s— She’s not poisoning you, that means you like her.
Zaid:
Zaid: That bitch.
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Who doesn't love cozy mornings?
Mornings (a Baby Hunt drabble)
[Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer Masterlists] [Baby Hunt Masterlist]
Characters: Alex Spencer, Thomas Hunt, Felicity Hunt, Vincent Hunt
Prompt: open - @choicesmonthlychallenge
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Her nose crinkled as a slow smile grew across her face.
“I know you’re not sleeping,” he murmured into her ear. His arms wrapped around her guiding her closer to his chest, his lips settled on her neck.
Alex focused on the heat of his breath, as a string of feathery-light kisses were painted over her delicate skin. “What time is it?”
“Early.” Thomas nuzzled his head into her hair, breathing her in. “But, based on the trend these last few days, I’d say we only have a few more minutes of quiet together.”
“Who decided that toddlers should have so much energy in the mornings?” Her voice was but a whisper as she turned into him, her smile growing. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his. “Hi.”
“Good morning, beautiful.” He propped himself up on his elbow. His enamored gaze settled on her. He drew her in, his thumb tenderly caressing her cheek. He rested his forehead on hers. Their noses brushed against each other with the side to side motion of his head.
She lifted her chin until her lips found his, meeting in a soft kiss. His lips parted only slightly, under her sleepy kiss. The not so quiet giggles from down the hall pulled them apart. “And so it begins.”
The pitter-patter of little feet grew louder until the sound turned to what they imagined were supposed to be whispers just outside the door.
“Shhh, Vincent,” Felicity quieted.
The doorknob jiggled for a few seconds until it sprang open.
“Mommy! Daddy!” Felicity and Vincent cheered in almost perfect unison.
The twins ran to their parents, their excitement and energy only halted by the bed’s tall frame. Thomas leaned over assisting the young toddlers as they climbed up into the warmth of the bed.
“Good morning, Mommy!” Felicity threw her little arms around her mom’s neck, snuggling into her.
Vincent hopped in his father’s lap, hugging him close. “Time to get up, Daddy!”
“And why is that?”
“Tummy hungwy!” Vincent responded pointing to his stomach. Felicity nodded eagerly in agreement with her brother, their deep brown eyes wide as they looked to their parents.
“Well, we can’t have that!” Alex offered, stroking her daughter’s hair. “What do you want for breakfast?”
“Nana pancakes!” They decided together.
Thomas and Alex were helpless against the sweet, innocent faces of their children. Nothing in the world had ever brought them more joy. If they could stay in this moment forever, it would be enough. Although, the twins made living in the small moments challenging; they were always ready to go with boundless energy. Vincent and Felicity were already pulling at their parent’s arm, tugging them up to start another busy day.
They shared one last look, memorizing the quiet they had together minutes earlier and appreciating the overwhelming joy surrounding them at the sounds and movements of their children. Their smiles grew, letting the moment linger just a bit longer before being drawn back.
“Banana pancakes?” Thomas hummed in consideration. “What do you think?”
“I think it sounds perfect!” Alex admitted; and at that moment, perfect was exactly what things were.
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