-making the facial expression your character’s making and trying to describe it
-writing entire scenes in your head as you shower and not remembering most of it by the time you get to your computer
-deciding you can’t do something you’ve been looking forward to until you write what you told yourself you were going to write, resulting in you laying in your bed doing nothing
-having two completely different ideas for your story to go in and both seem equally good but you can’t do both and you also can’t choose
-having docs with stories you know you’ll never finish but not deleting them anyway, even if they’re only a couple sentences long
-getting random bursts of productivity that could go towards homework or cleaning your room or writing and you know you’ll only be able to do one
-getting inspiration from the most random things
-writing at inopportune times because a perfect line or dialogue just popped into your head and you have to get it down before you forget it
-“what are you writing?” “……..a story”
– “what do you want to do when you grow up?” “uunnghnnggguughhhhh”
-reveling in the embarrassment you put your characters through
I’ve been saving this because I wanted to do a drabble for it. I’m currently on mobile, so excuse any errors.
Edge stared at the various booths and tables. At the rows and rows of fresh fruit and vegetables. At the fresh honey and the freshly shelled nuts. At the cheeses, and at the artisanal breads and pastries—surely not as good as his own, but there was something appealing about the idea of just. Buying quality bread. Rather than trying to make it from rough-ground flour.
His hand reached out automatically, grasping at Stretch’s fingers. The taller Papyrus smirked. “you gonna be okay there, edgelord? you’re not breathing.”
Edge inhaled deeply and deliberately, straightening his spine and lifting his chin. “Fuck off and follow me. You have the list, right?”
Stretch chuckled and allowed Edge to tug him along as he browsed the booths, eyeing the produce critically. Edge wouldn’t admit that he was pleased at Stretch’s suggestion for this outing, would never confess to the small stars set deep in his sockets, but he never let go of the other monster’s hand either.
Once they returned home, he made sure to demonstrate his appreciation, though. First by making fresh baklava from the nuts and honey. Then using more…physical means.
So this was a really spur of the moment drabble (which is why it’s so short), but I know @crushingonsans has been craving some healthy Rottenberry recently, and we were kinda a little bit mean earlier XD So here ya go.
(pls dont tag this as fruitpunch id rather just let that die if at all possible)
So… i saw this one post with cute clothes here on tumblr and i couldnt resist XD I AM SOOOO GONNA GET IT FOR HIM! maybe not exactly that short because i didnt find one with good quality but the long one for sure XD I am starting to hit your level of fashion @just-some-bones XD
Aww thank you. That honestly would be a pretty interesting scenario. Sadly though, Dark Pleasures was just a short fic I wrote to procrastinate writing my other fics. I don’t have any plans to continue it; it was mostly just to get me into the “vampire writing” zone. But thank you! I really appreciate hearing that you enjoyed it ❤
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