TYSM for the tags @sorcerousadventurer @chaosherald @kogarashi-art @redaresss @in-the-drowning-deep @jenn2d2 & @lemondelighted! As always I very much enjoyed seeing what y'all have cookin'! 💕
Today's WIP is dedicated to my pal @lycheecatee and is from my languishing Gravemist fic that I haven't touched since December. AKA the Myrgoth fic no one asked for but I'm cursing y'all with anyway. Well, Rose found out about it and read Part 1 when I updated my silly Nugflix graphics this weekend, and she was so sweet and encouraging, she inspired me to jump back in. THANK YOU FRIEND! 🫶
Ploppin' the tag list below with a gentle nudge for all of y'all and anyone reading to show us your WIPs if you got 'em! 💕
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TYSM @sandcastlekings, @guacamolleee, @serstolas, and @serialsforbellara for the tags! I'm finally on winter break and attempting to catch up on these ❄️💕
Today's WIP snippet is from my next chapter for Gravemist, my unhinged Myrna x Vorgoth (AKA Myrgoth) fic! I want to thank y'all for the lovely & kind reception of Chapter 1, I almost didn't post it at all because I was worried it was 'too weird,' but unfortunately now you have encouraged me to be EVEN weirder (sorry not sorry?!) 🥰🤣
They stood together in companionable silence for some time, studying Vorgoth’s fine collection of priceless art. Eventually, the sips of wine emboldened her. Too curious to stop herself, Myrna chanced a personal inquiry.
“Why landscapes?”
“HMMMM.” Vorgoth appeared alarmingly disquieted by the question.
Myrna winced internally. “Apologies, friend. It was not my intention to offend.”
“DO NOT CONCERN YOURSELF.” Vorgoth tentatively reached out a wispy tendril towards her arm. Intended as a gesture of comfort, she supposed. But, embarrassingly, while she certainly felt a sense of ease as the familiar warmth unfurled around the tender skin of her wrist, she felt heat and a bit of color rise to her cheeks along with it.
Most unbecoming.
“IT IS BUT A QUESTION I HAD NOT PREVIOUSLY CONSIDERED.”
They lost themselves in thought. Yet the swirling mist did not recede from her skin, continuing to surround it in a welcome haze. After several moments of what appeared to be serious contemplation on the matter, they finally spoke.
“I ENJOY THE CLOUDS. THERE IS A WHIMSICAL NATURE TO THEM. THEY APPEAR…JOYFUL.”
Please kiss your brain if you got the joke 😂🫶💕
I know this is late but what the hell, I'm going to tag some folks anyways - if you already did a WIP please drop a link or share with me if you'd like to, I love reading y'all's stuff so dang much 🥲 <333
@onelooseskull @davrinsleftpectoral @blackwall-my-tiny-husband @vishantikaffar @redaresss @dudewheresmynug @trash-nerd @handsignals @brightbreezeblog @sunny374940 @hedwigoprah @kogarashi-art @introvertedfangrl (I know u did one but I'm tagging u anyways mwuahaha)
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