#📥 luvs work

[ventiswampwater]

📥 & 💭 & 🖊️ of course!! tell me everything!

hellooooooo meg my luv u absolute legend 🫶

📥 What is your fave fic to receive comments/messages on?

honestly any of them!! especially now that I haven't published anything in several months bc..............sometimes I forget that I'm A Writer? a person who Writes? and receiving a comment on one of my fics is like. OH!! I DID do that thing??? and u liked it??? wowza???

very behind on replies on ao3 but just know. if u ever leave a comment on my stuff. I'm rereading it 23793298392 times and pinning it on my psyche forever 💞💓💗💖

💭 What is a headcanon you have about your own work?

the record skipping at the beginning of liminal spaces is this one by dusty springfield (originally owned by miss trudy sinclair ofc)!

🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.

here's a lil bit of the midnight mass fic that I've been writing for thousands upon thousands of years. v fond of this wip. have retooled it 723932989312 times. it's like 20k words. it'll be published someday lmao:

“There is a point…” He says, every word slow and carefully measured. “During a fast…where you rise over the gnaw of hunger in your belly and suddenly it's…clear. Your mind is unclouded. And…and you realize…you are capable of abstaining. Jesus has given you the strength to. It is a state of…perfect clarity. That is when you learn that it’s not cruelty. It’s a gift.” A cold feeling slithers its way through your chest, sinking into your stomach. The night feels darker somehow. Something is wrong. “You’re not familiar with those pangs, are you?” His breath trembles, hot and uncertain along the skin of your neck. “No, no. You…you keep yourself satiated, don’t you? You’re not left wanting. You devour.” “Father—” He shudders, giving a sharp shake of his head as if to dispel the sound of your voice. Abruptly, he pulls back, staggering away from you. “And she went down to the spring, and filled her pitcher, and was coming back.” He steadies himself on the edge of the couch. Reaching up, he pinches on the bridge of his nose, shaking his head. “Genesis.” You set the glass down with a shaky thud in the sink, finally reaching to switch the faucet off. The rushing sound of water cuts off with a snap, plunging the room into heavy silence. “I should go.” You say.

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