#my!writing

[samyy009922]

Im bored, so theres probably no plot to this :)

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HERE WE GO AGAIN

Mafia bad sans's with the inclusion of good ol' Red

You and Red lay on the floor, both far too tired to do anything despite the massive amount of paperwork laying on your desk.

"so uh, you got anything ya gotta do today?" Red asked, still laying on the floor. You knew what he was gonna ask, he asked every day.

"Red, I don't know why you bother asking me, yeah I'll come with." Every day, you both went to the bar in the hideout you both worked at.

He let out a shallow laugh, a chuckle if you will. Good friends y'all were, knew each other since you stated working for the Mafia you found yourself in.

Absentmindedly, you both chatted and allowed anything you both thought to be a topic of choice. You both even talked about deviled eggs for some reason?

After a good hour of nothing, it was decided to go ahead and get going. However, as you pulled you boots back onto you one of the assistances barged in... rather rudely.

"30 minutes, the bosses want to see you." she looked at you, not red, who actually worked alongside the bosses, but you and only you.

You'd had interactions with the higherups before but very briefly and if give you anxiety just thinking back on those situations. You sat next to a computer all day, never on the field- so your social skills weren't exactly in tip top shape.

You were always told the Bosses were very odd characters, with their leader of leaders being the strangest; none of them were stable though, you knew that for a fact. However, with that being said, all you interactions with there were... different.

Horror: never talked, and if he did you knew you were in some deep shit. He was the tank of the team, most of the time keeping his singular eye on the front fields.

Killer: just a straight up psychopath. Anyone who had a proper conversation with him all said the same thing: he was insane. He could snap in a matter of seconds, so he wasnt the type you wanted to be around for long. He didn't oversee any particular branch, but rather just stuck his fingeys in everything.

Dust: another silent one, and you also never wanted to hear him... ever. With that being said, he was also a super heavy hitter and kept an eye on all trades and correspondences, ready to jump in a matter of seconds.

Error: a strange one, as he seemed to break the laws of... everything you thought you ever knew. But he was the one who controlled the digital side of things. therefor you saw him the most. He has a temper to him and is a massive control freak based off what you've seen of him.

Nightmare: the big guy, the one behind everything... and the one you were most scared of. He was the dude who oversaw everything that ever happened to anyone, If you pissed him off? Well life wont be a work in your vocabulary for much longer.

But, even so... they always seemed different with you in some fashion. Like for example, Error called you up to their office because he forgot a major component in a software the team was developing, but when you arrived he wasnt cold at all? He even seemed welcoming to you in some way...

and Horror made you eat

which you found very odd

Anyway, as you were fed this information, you looked at Red because you assumed he knew something, ANYTHING. He, being him, knew absolutely nothing and seemed just as confused at you were.

"Uh... Ok? I assume were meeting in their office? Cause like, its still office hours?" You felt out the attitude of the woman, mainly because you want to know if they're wanting to see you because you did something wrong.

"Yes." Was all she said, then left. This leaves you with a grand total of 29 minutes before your potential death.

"wha tha-." Red, who was now standing, spoke out loud.

"I don't know man." Was your only responce.

...

Time went by as you paced around waiting for the clock to tic down, PRAYING you didn't massively mess something, and they WEREN'T about to unceremoniously kill you.

"alright sweetheart, good luck in there." His voice semi-calmed you, albeit barely. He seemed very clam during this, but to be fair it wasnt like he was in your situation... but he did work closely with the bosses so maybe he did know something? Maybe?

You stood at the door leading to the desks where the big men would be sitting.

Finally you knocked

...

You heard nothing.

...

You turned to walk away, hoping this was all some stupid misunderstanding

...

The door slammed open

"HEY! Its them!" Killers unmistakable voice cut through the air like the knives he wielded.

"allow them in killer." A deep voice followed that ear-splitting yell, soothing you, but not for long because as you turned around you were met face to skull with Nightmare.

Well that's slightly terrifying.

Nightmare gives you a gesture to follow him, and so you do, although there is a lot of apprehension.

He leaves you in the middle of the room as he moves swiftly to his resident desk, one that's slightly lifted off the ground. The whole room looks like one out of a fantasy movie: Gold, mahogany wood, beautiful pilers, you name it.

The more you looked around, the more little details seemed to make themself clear to you: slits in random places that likely came from knives or other weapons, gun racks that hold very expensive looking guns, and pieces of paper that scatters some of the members desks. Makes you wonder even more why your here.

Off to the side you recognize a large red eye light that's staring directly at you. Horror's smiling very wide; that sort of thing is something that strongly worries you.

Errors in a hammock that's stationed off the left farthest corner of the room, once you catch his gaze he snarls and looks away.

"so i bet your wondering why your here..." Once again, that silky voice catches your attention. Nightmares smiling, rather widely might you add.

"Y-yeah? I cant say I'm not confused." You stammered a little. As mush as you were confused and mildly scared right now, you do have to say... the group was a litttttttle attractive. You'd never admit that out loud though.

"well..." A new voice nudged its way into the conversation "we have a question regarding your plans..." Dust's voice was quiet, but also smooth? Not something many people were privy to. Wait, yeah most people didn't hear that voice unless they were gonna die, what the hell was happening??

"you could say were asking about your plans for todate." Killer smiled widely, which wasn't out of the ordinary but something about this instance seemed very different.

They all gave you a few seconds before pushing the question again, you finally answered.

"Oh- Uh, I don't having anything i'm planning to do today?" You desperately wanted to ask why, where was this going but you chose to leave that little bit out.

"heh... good." Horror commented, scary.

"hmm, i agree, good." Nightmares addition made it even more menacing, then he continued: "you will be accompanying us tonight for a smaller... mission." You could HEAR the smile and menace radiating off that skeleton.. he also didn't give you much of a choice.

"D-don't-t get you-r hopes up-up" Error so kindly added "This-is is nothing but work-k." You nodded, not wanting to question why they chose you over literally anyone else.

"you will be picked up from your house at 7pm sharp. look good." You once again nodded then Nightmare give graciously give you permission to leave.

As you walked out the room, you pondered the inclination of going out on a date with mafia bosses, was it even a date? Was it seriously just work? If so, why someone so low on the ranks?

You met back up with Red, he gave you a concerned look and added you looked pale as fuck. You briefed him on the situation: "They more or less asked me out for some work event??" He seemd just as confused as you were.

"interestin' group they are." Was all Red added

...

Wait

How do they know where you live??

[izzythedemigod]

I just found the funniest font ever

Like. What is this. Why is this. Who is the target audience of this?

[write-on-world]

[alivingtypo]

you can pry starting sentences with 'and' or 'but' out of my cold, dead hands

[arson-jellyfish69]

AI disturbance overlays for those who don't have Ibis paint premium. found them on tiktok

[clonerightsagenda]

I was rambling on the issue of museums and human remains and how certain populations are more likely to have their bodies put on display to be gawked at and then went "well I guess the Pompeii casts were of Europeans. there are bones in there right?" and Googled it to make sure, at which point I confirmed that yes there are bones in there, but more interestingly DNA testing revealed that a cast of an adult holding a child everyone assumed was a mother and child were, in fact, a man and a kid entirely unrelated to him. Honestly that's more moving to me. Maybe they were connected in a way other than blood, but maybe a stranger saw a child when the world was ending and thought the one thing he could do was hold them.

[theaftersundown]

the holy grail types of fanfic

[charbroiledchicken]

if it's good enough for you, then it deserves to be made. don't let anyone else decide if your story is worth it or not.

[balrogballs]

i'm a writer irl (can't say who because my agent would rightfully put me into a blender and press the button if i go and out myself as "balrogballs") and honestly the funniest and most humiliating incident of my life was the time my finished manuscript triggered a plagiarism flag with the publisher for two lines of prose in my literary fiction novel...

.... which was word for word similar to a paragraph in a certain explicit work on FFN starring elrond and his batsman from the hobbit films, aka that one elf that looked like he ate panic attacks for breakfast (i forget his name but it's Figwit II) where the lord of imladris bends said twink over his writing desk and gives him the battering ram treatment.

and if you think i had to sit in front of one if the biggest publishing companies in the world and admit that it was, in fact, me who wrote the fic where the lord of imladris bends said twink over his writing desk and gives him the battering ram treatment in order to avoid being wrongly flagged for plagiarism, you would be absolutely correct.

(yes they published the book)

[samyy009922]

Hmm, wonder what happens if I do this?

In which you dye your hair.

Underfell, totally not requested by a friend.

(also I haven't proofread this, sue me)

“HUMAN, WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?” Edge looked at you with a sort of endearing annoyance. You did stupid shit all the time, what did he expect?

“Ok sweetheart, normally i’m on yer side… but what the actual hell is happening in here?” Red also looks confused. You may or may not be dying your hair red and you also may or may not be failing miserably. There’s red dye all over your sink, thank god you owned the place. “I’m dying my hair dipshits, what does it look like?” You looked at them incredulously.

“WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE? WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE? IT LOOKS LIKE YOU KILLED A PERSON.” Poor Edge was exacerbated, you had told them about the plan a day or so back but they seemed to not have believed you. You wanted to gauge their responses, considering you were dying your hair the same exact color as their magic… you hoped they noticed.

They probably didn’t, but oh well, too late now.

 “Do i need to help you hide a body?” Red snickers “No need to keep any skeletons in your closet.” Instead of hearing a chuckle, a bone hitting bone sound strikes your ears, rip Red. You laughed then went back to messing with your fried hair.

Y’all got into a groove of talking every so often while you screwed with your messed up hair, although both of them had a faint red dusted on their cheek bones… something had clearly been bothering both of them. You felt honored that they both felt safe enough to show ANY sort of emotion around you. 

As time went on, their blush died down and it came to you having to wash out the dye. You left the room yall had been taking in to go to the bathroom. 

Warn water washed over you, like a comforting blanket. You wished they knew, you hoped they noticed. You had been crushing on the boyos for a while, but had a strange feeling that they don't necessarily like you back. They came from a dangerous society, feelings weren't a good thing for them so you fully understand them not wanting to have romantic feelings for anyone, if that was the case.

Hair washed, you stood in front of the mirror, faint talking in the background (well as faint as it could be given how loud Edge was). Was this a bad idea? Eh well it looked good, pretty/handsome. The bright red color really went well with your skin tone and complemented your eye color splendidly. So even if the skeletons didn't care, at least it looked cool. 

“Ya think we should say som’thin? Cause you gotta admit they look hot.” That sentence caught your attention, who were they talking about? A slight tinge of jealousy pinched at your gut, but also a little bit of hope at the thought they really did notice the hair change. 

Now the other thing that caught you off guard was Edge, was he whispering? “You Really Think They Did It For Us? I, The Great And Powerful Edge, Obviously Get Special Treatment But This Is A Little Beyond What I Imagined.” He sounds… off. 

You pull out a hair dryer to make your hair look even better, definitely not to show off to them or anything…

After your hair is nice and dry, you walk out into the living room where the skeletons currently reside. 

Their eyelights shrunk.

Red pulled up his hood and sunk back into the couch, and Edge just stared, both with a little bit of faint red on their faces. 

Edge’s expression changed to one of general annoyance to one of adoration. What the hell was happening, did they notice?

“Whaaaaat? Does it look bad or something?” You did a little twirl and fluffed up your hair. Now normally you would actively tease them but now you were just super confused.

“Oh fuck you.” Red muttered, continting to pull down his hood over his face, his eyelights from what you can tell are also a weird shape. Hm, you wonder why. 

“DARLING-” WHAT? Since when did Edge call you darling????? Your heartbeat sped up significantly as he continued to speak. “-WHAT PROMPTED YOU TO DYE YOUR HAIR THIS COLOR?” He cocked a brow at you, and with a slight smile he crossed his arms. 

“Uh, it's a pretty color-” “yer lying.” Red cut you off. His soul shaped eyelights swelled up as he took off his hood and looked at you, he soon after stood and approached you.

“UH UH UH-” You panicked and looked around frantically. You did want them to notice the color change for sure, but you were expecting a small ‘ oh hey they look good’ not a ‘darling’ reaction. “Well I mean uh- I'm not lying about it being a pretty color?” You tried to curve his actuation by beating around the bush, but by this point your face was a brighter red than your hair.

“Sweetheart-” he practically purred as Edge also stood up and approached you, as Red got closer, you backed up until you were against a wall. The heat in your face was starting to get uncomfortable, but the hope and happiness you also felt was out-powering that. “-come’on, tell us ta truth. That hair looks very similar to our magic, we ain't stupid.” 

Whelp.

Now you're cornered by both the skeletones you had massive crushes on. “Stars, fine yeah maybe.” The stutter that left your mouth shocked even yourself, you almost never got shy over basic bullshit flirting like this, why is that changing now? It doesn't actually mean anything right?

“MAYBE WHAT, DARLING?” Edge had a hungry smile as he also purred out his words. “Fuck you, both of you. I hope both of you break your arms.” You said, attempting to redeem yourself. 

“HMMMM.” The taller brother hums, getting dangerously close to your face. Your lips part without you even meaning to. 

Edge, taking notice of this, gently grabs your face. Maybe, just maybe, he’ll actually kiss you.

“OH DARLING, YOU REALLY ARE BLIND.” he smiles, then pulls away. Red also backs up slightly, leaving you even more of a mess than you were before. They both look at eachother and nod, like they knew something you didn't.

 “BE READY AT 7 SHARP.” Edge smiles, and takes his leave, motioning for Red to follow. “Don't worry sweetheart, we’ll take good care of ya. You clearly don't know what you've done do you?” He smiles, flashing his golden tooth and follows Edge out of your house.

[criiitter]

how did sonic even get him to take that?

[shyjusticewarrior]

At some point "fanfic can be as good as professional writing" became "fanfic should be as good as professional writing" and that's caused major damage to fandom spaces.

[thesefallenembers]

the problem with reading and writing leading to a strong vocabulary is that you tend to know the vibe of words instead of their meanings.

if I used this word in a sentence, would it make sense? absolutely. if you asked me what it meant, could I tell you? absolutely not.

[roboticnebula]

Pros of re-reading your own fic

a good time;

Has exactly the tropes you like and the characterization you want to read;

Gratification: yes you did finish a thing and yes you did do good;

just a very fun time all around.

Cons of re-reading your own fic:

Is that another TYpO

[inkskinned]

please i love you i'm begging you bring back suspension of disbelief bring back trusting the audience like. i cannot handle any more dialogue that sounds like a legal document. "hello, i am here to talk to you about the incident from a few minutes ago, because i feel you might be unwell, and i am invested in your personal wellbeing." "thank you, i am unwell because the incident was hurtful to me due to my childhood, which was bad." I CANT!!!!

do you know how many people are mad that authors use "growled" as a word for "said"? it's just poetics! they do not literally mean "growled," it's just a common replacement for "said with force but in a low tone." it's normal! do you hear me!! help me i love you please let me out of here!!!