#ktwips

[thee-morrigan]

last line challenge

Rules: In a new post, show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

thanks for tagging me @serenpedac! <3 (also: ahhh pet name fic! 🥺)

with the disclaimer that i currently have *4* wip docs open that I've been jumping between, I think this is the last line I wrote???

“Loving someone is not the same as wanting them.”

tagging: @evilbunnyking, @grapecaseschoices, @sustainably-du-mortain, @persephotea, @romirola, @ejunkiet, @dwead-piwate-meggers, @amlovelies, and @roxaro

[thee-morrigan]

Me, using this Sam-centric wip as an excuse to lean into all the southern gothic lore floating around in my brain at any given moment? More likely than— okay, it’s exactly as likely as you’d think, actually.

[thee-morrigan]

For the WIP ask game : your faithless love? <33

Answered that one here! But, because I can, here’s another few lines from that piece as a semi-snippet:

You open your mouth to start again, tongue running instinctively along your too-dry lips as you do, and those embers spark from a gentle glow to the full lick of flames as you notice Julia’s eyes catch the movement, growing impossibly darker. A flicker of a smirk tugs at her own mouth, just for a moment, as if she knows exactly what her gaze on yours is doing to you. Oh, she already looks entirely too pleased with herself.

Thank you for the opportunity to engage in Julia-simping like the whole clown I am 🥴

ask me about my wips ✨

[thee-morrigan]

What’s caffeinated water about?

(cc: @achilleanwizard 😘)

thank you both for the ask! <3 caffeinated water is a Nate/Holland fic (truly surprising for me, i know) and was sparked in part by actual events (the actual events being: a) the second summer of my phd when i discovered sparkling ice with caffeine, which only comes in 16oz cans, a truly dangerous discovery for any grad student; and b) my partner’s endless amusement at how excited i was to find caffeinated sparkling water, since i drink so much sparkling water anyway).

And a snippet:

Holland scowled again, crossing the kitchen to take the large can from him. “It’s sparkling water,” she defended, the aluminum slick and cool against her fingers as she pulled it from Nate’s grasp.

Amusement became the clear victor as he grinned down at her. “Oh, of course. Your sparkling water is caffeinated,” he said mildly.

His smile only widened as her scowl deepened. She briefly considered sticking her tongue out at him. The impulse was interrupted by another trio of sneezes, accompanied by an abrupt twist of her head to the side, one arm outstretched as she pressed her face into the crook of her elbow, against the sleeve of the gigantic flannel shirt she wore in lieu of a bathrobe. Nate took advantage of the interruption to reclaim the can of sparkling water from her outstretched hand, tucking it back inside her refrigerator.

ask me about my wips ✨

[thee-morrigan]

thanks for tagging me @achilleanwizard and @lilyoffandoms! 💕

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! tag as many people as you have WIPS.

I have *way* too many WIPs to subject y'all to even half of that list, but here are a smattering of writing ones I'm either actively working on or planning to finish if i can get a Crumb of executive function this year/decade/lifetime.

if you gotta amputate

your faithless love

vow

caffeinated water

spicy disaster (250)

part-time lover

spiral szn

reckless decisions

idle worship

how to disappear

the only difference between martyrdom and suicide is press coverage

this has for sure already made the rounds already since it took me almost a week to actually post this so -- open tag? open tag! if you haven't done this and want to, please tag me so i can see your wips! <3

[thee-morrigan]

me: *has happily never celebrated Valentine’s Day, frequently forgets it’s a thing*

also me: *spends all weekend concocting elaborate and incredibly cheesy plot lines for characters who keep acting like they aren’t Profoundly Soft even while they’re doing The Absolute Most for a holiday they claim to hate*

here’s my favorite bit in the meantime:

“Well, no one will call it that when they charge you eighty bucks a bottle without batting an eye. Doesn’t mean they didn’t get it from the nearest bodega.” “Does Wayhaven even have bodegas?” “Maybe.” She shrugged, undeterred. “I promise we’ll still have fun,” she continued, smile widening with a flash of teeth.

[thee-morrigan]

*ahem*

I. uh. might be doing A Thing?

[thee-morrigan]

🌹 pls and thnx

i am once again projecting my own idiosyncrasies onto my ocs 💁🏼‍♀️🤠

But maybe it was for the best that they weren’t actually having this argument — even if the imagined version playing out in her mind happened to be going very favorably for her.