while i'm waiting for someone to do this

i want you all to know that i fucking hate writing when i start running out of steam

i should probably sleep

and then go back to it, but eh.

it's already at 8 pages.

5233 words

11,1 6, 20

1.
He sits there staring blankly at the screen of the laptop, taking in breaths slowly as his small hands grapple to type as fast as his mind is spewing words at him. It's not all that pretty,

nor is the way he's slouched in his chair with the covering beginning to ball behind his back. It's not going to be a very productive day, it never really is.

11.
... Uh, I would have to say the weirdest thing I've thought about writing was my guilty pleasure Dragon Ball ship or a lot of porn involving the Hulk.

6. Trigun, Vash/Meryl, I was 9 and it was 100% plaguerised porn.

20. you're getting my current fic i'm writing cause i am weirdly proud of it.

Her design for his birthday is a dragon, simple lines that would not need to be carried over until their next spar and the previous ones had healed enough for it to be continued.

She smirks as she finishes and draws her fingers through the blood that pooled after she had just wiped more of it away. She draws her name on his back and snickers, but goes to cleaning the cuts

with peroxide and presses a few pads against it to tape it up. She licks her fingers after she catches a bit more of the blood and snorted softly about it.

it's about the weirdest fucking courting ever

and it's a very violent courting and neither realize the shit they do isn't screaming we're fucking.

because it sounds like it is.

it absolutely sounds like it is.

ten year olds having no issues with leaving knife cuts because it proves they lost the fight

niiice