
I hate my subconscious sometimes. Why can't it want to work on what I need it to?
They are strangely useful as character sketches for the story as a whole, though I have not been particularly successful at making them actually smutty. So useful, in fact, that I might take a non-smut-ish table of drabble prompts and write them as exercises for the big Still Untitled NaNo Story.