#-Casually adds this to the list of fics I'll never get around to write-

[darkspace7]

Glass Spider AU ~Part 2~

Hah you thought I was done with everything? So did I. (I didn't think this through as per usual and like most stuff in my life, it ~spiraled.~)

Want to know a bit more about Pitch and his spiderverse? [Here]

•A few bits of worldbuilding: This is Earth-751412. There was no Revolutionary War so America remained a underneath the control of the crown but after an set amount of years the nation's grip on the colony had loosened enough to allow it to develop into the steampunkesque society it is today. However, due to the recent liberation of the neighbouring Méxican Confederation from their Spanish overseers and the presence of the rather liberal French-Native Acadian Union as a neighbor there have been some rumblings (mainly among the lower class) of discontent with the current regime.

•Half of the known cursed gems were either -ahem- "liberated" from the Joseon Area during the British Empire's "Negotiations" with the Extended Far-Eastern Archipelego. The other half were on loan from the Russio-Sinese Federation, formerly being on display in the Emperor and his Royal Consort's private collection.

•There were actually originally only thirteen "official" cursed gems that are all based off this Earth's variation of the Eastern Zodiac (or rather, to be accurate: twelve of them actually represent the zodiac. Then there's the spider, the odd one out whose "webbing binds the stars together." Literally.) The Eastern Zodiac and their corresponding gem/known powersets are stated as follows:

1. "The Worldly Tortoise" - A clay-and-tortoiseshell comb that grants the wielder great powers over the earth beneath their feet. 2. "Twin-Tail's Bell" - A bronze/chrysolite encrusted bell formerly used by monks residing in a long-standing temple to ring in the new year. This cursed gem can bring luck and misfortune in equal measure. 3. "The Frog's Pot" - A small pot carved from a single piece of white jade that gives the wielder the ability to secrete a powerful toxin that induces a heavy feeling of serenity in its victims. So heavy in fact, that they would not feel anything but a pleasant breeze, even if they were, say, being boiling alive... 4. "The Steel Dragon" - An ancient dagger that transforms the weilder into a hulking figure of legend with a steel scaled hide that cannot be pierced by any mortal blade. 5. "Hungry Shark's Pearl" - A string sharktooth & pearl necklace that possesses an all around status booster but with the catch that these uppers and the amount they do so depend entirely on the type of foods that the user has previously caught and consumed themselves. 6. "Kabutomushi's Helm" - A late samurai's helmet inlaid with diamond and rainbow tourmaline along the horns. It turns the user into a spikey-horned insectoid with ridiculous strenght. 7. "Man O' War" - An electrum-crafted sea-themed medalion whose blood soaked past is better left forgotten. 8. "The Kraken" - A sliver & lapis lazuli pin that once adorned the coat of a high ranking naval officer. Gives one mastery of the high seas that they once sailed. 9."Fox's Fang" - An ovaloid carnelian charm that gives people excessive fire power. Simple as that. 10. "The Winged Ones" - A somewhat rusty carved quartz hat pin. With its rather...unusual...design, it has led to some experts wondering if the animals presented in the etchings are bats as previously thought or perhaps some now-extinct form of rodentia. 11. "Quilin's Circlet" - A fortuitous article bearing a single polished citrine at the center. It's said to allow the wearer to cure their allies of even the most mortal of wounds and all it asks for is a drop of blood in return. 12. "Tsuchinoko's Gaze" - A witch's eye crafted from the remains of a snakestone. Has the power to resurrect the dead, albeit at a heavy cost. And the results? Well, one may find that the dead be better off buried... 13. "The Glass Spider" - The last cursed gem and somewhat of an oddity among the collection. It is known to be the youngest among the cursed gem's set. A garnet and diamond brooch placed in a silver setting. Rumoured to have been cast from shadows, this gem has gained a bit of a reputation as "something that will drag you down through your deepest nightmares and into the dark." (Sure some might see a life filled with illusions and trickery as a curse but caught up against the wall with a pair of superpowered hands around your neck, fear-inducing venom does have its uses.)

Some notes on the cursed gems: A cursed gem wielder will usually have their apperances change somewhat to be more inline with the natures of their gems. (In Pitch's case: he was originally a brown-eyed brunet but had his hair lighten to blond and eyes deepen to a shade of red. Also there was some lenghtening of the canines and increased sensitivity to light and things like onions/garlic. Tangentally related, he now has a scar on bridge of nose from where he got punched with Glass Spider by that mook.) Gems and their wielders can either have a parasitic or a symbyotic relationship depending on the how the wielder's desires mesh with the gem's natures and their functionality. A parasitic bonding is present when there is some number of mismatch between the gem and its recipient and is readily apperant by observation of the individual's physical/mental state as there would be a signifigant "warping" of both in relation to the draw of said individuals abilities over time. While "proper" symbyotic bond allows the weilder to use their abilities to the greatest extent with minimal drawback upon their physical and mental well being. In both cases however this "bonding" process is initiated through the introduction of sanguine fluid onto the surface of the gem and then remaining in direct contact with the item itself for a set amount of time in which the gem will become fused with the form of the wielder. This fusion will remain up into the wielder's (usually premature) death. From then the wielder's soul will thusly be melded with the cursed gem and provide a sort of lifespan extention/basic regeneration-type ability based on the remainders of their former lifespans for subsequent wielder's benefit.

•Pitch's overwhelming desire to protect, coupled with the fact that the cursed gem was immediatly taken away before he had a chance to remain in extended contact with it, means that he wasn't able to properly bond with it. Something that might've inadvertantly saved his life (and his sanity) as he did not reinstate contact with the cursed gem until well after his desire for revenge had for the most part petered out and replaced itself with something more altruistic. Resulting in a sonewhat more settled and calmer gem. Not bad for an awkward 13 year old phantom thief with a fear of the undead and all things haunted. Oh, and it's hard to tell when an artefact is a cursed gem and when it's not unless you're a weilder yourself & and in the vicinity of it because they give off this particular vibe.

[notroadkiller]

SAUDADE !! DEADDOVE VENT FIC

!!THIS WAS ALL A DREAM I HAD, AND ANYTHING SIMILAR TO REAL LIFE EVENTS IS JUST A COINCIDENCE. PLEASE DON'T READ IF THE LIST OF TWS TRIGGERS YOU!!

TW WARNINGS : underage sex (forced), rape/non-con, (forced) stepcest, minor violence , references to murder, references to feeling watched, minor injuries, & grooming. (pls tell me if you'd like me to add anymore to the list, I don't want to be making anyone uncomfortable here)

proshippers and in general ppl who are into this sorta thing are not welcomed on my acc, at all. This was a nightmare I had that genuinely freaked me out, I'm not trying to sexualize these topics and anyone who enjoys doing so will be immediately blocked

Wrote this in one sitting so sry if it's a bit shitty, I just wanted to write the concept down before I lost the motivation to

I'm not sure how it happened, how my life changed so drastically over the span of only a few months.

Or how I ended up coming home from another day at school to be met with the sight of my new stepdad, William Afton. He's sitting on the living room couch, still in his work clothes from the pizzeria, his tie loosened for his comfort, giving off a casual and relaxed aura that doesn't reach his eyes.

He moved in with me and my mom a week ago, but I'm still not used to seeing him. Maybe I'll get used to seeing him eventually, I thought to myself, even though I knew I wouldn't. It's never been that easy for me, there's always something preventing me from letting people into my heart and mind. It's like when I try opening up, thorny vines curl around my Adam's apple, and suddenly I don't want to talk anymore.

To get to the staircase to my room, I have to pass him. As I do so, I feel like there's something digging into my back, like someone's burning holes into me. But I'm too scared to look back, even though it's probably nothing. It's usually nothing.

I make my way upstairs to my bedroom, swinging the door open before walking over to my cozy bed and laying down. My face is burrowed in the blankets, so are my ears, but faintly I can hear the creaking of my bedroom door reopening. I felt the bed suddenly weigh down on the opposite side of me, hands wrapping around my waist, uncomfortably close to an area I didn't want anybody touching. I don't have to open my eyes to know it's him. But I'm too afraid to tell mom, she'll say it's just my anxiety again, that he'd never do that. And maybe she's right, maybe I'm imagining all of this, maybe William's still downstairs watching television on our living room couch. Thus, I fall into an uncomfortable sleep for the day.

I'm not sure how it happened, how my life changed so drastically over the span of only a few months.

Or how I ended up coming home from another day at school to be met with the sight of my new stepdad, William Afton. He's sitting on the living room couch, still in his work clothes from the pizzeria, his tie loosened for his comfort, giving off a casual and relaxed aura that doesn't reach his eyes.

He moved in with me and my mom a week ago, but I'm still not used to seeing him. Maybe I'll get used to seeing him eventually, I thought to myself, even though I knew I wouldn't. It's never been that easy for me, there's always something preventing me from letting people into my heart and mind. It's like when I try opening up, thorny vines curl around my Adam's apple, and suddenly I don't want to talk anymore.

To get to the staircase to my room, I have to pass him. As I do so, I feel like there's something digging into my back, like someone's burning holes into me. But I'm too scared to look back, even though it's probably nothing. It's usually nothing. But there's something in the back of mind telling me something's wrong.

I make my way upstairs to my bedroom, swinging the door open before walking over to my cozy bed and laying down. My face is burrowed in the blankets, so are my ears, but faintly I can hear the creaking of my bedroom door reopening. I felt the bed suddenly weigh down on the opposite side of me, hands wrapping around my waist, uncomfortably close to an area I didn't want anybody touching. I don't have to open my eyes to know it's him again. But I'm too afraid to tell mom, she'll say it's just my anxiety again, that he'd never do that. And maybe she's right, maybe I'm imagining all of this, maybe William's still downstairs watching television on our living room couch.

I feel his warm breath against my ear as he whispers into my ear...

"If you tell anyone about this, I'll spill your fucking guts."

And suddenly his lips are on mine.

I'm not sure how it happened, how my life changed so drastically over the span of only a few months.

Or how I ended up coming home from another day at school to be met with the sight of my new stepdad, William Afton. He's sitting on the living room couch, still in his work clothes from the pizzeria, his tie loosened for his comfort, giving off a casual and relaxed aura that doesn't reach his eyes.

He moved in with me and my mom a week ago, but I'm still not used to seeing him. Maybe I'll get used to seeing him eventually, I thought to myself, even though I knew I wouldn't. It's never been that easy for me, there's always something preventing me from letting people into my heart and mind. It's like when I try opening up, thorny vines curl around my Adam's apple, and suddenly I don't want to talk anymore.

To get to the staircase to my room, I have to pass him. As I do so, I feel like there's something digging into my back, like someone's burning holes into me. But I'm too scared to look back, even though it's probably nothing. It's usually nothing. I feel like this has all happened before.

I make my way upstairs to my bedroom, swinging the door open before walking over to my cozy bed and laying down. My face is burrowed in the blankets, so are my ears, but faintly I can hear the creaking of my bedroom door reopening. I felt the bed suddenly weigh down on the opposite side of me, hands wrapping around my waist, uncomfortably close to an area I didn't want anybody touching. I don't have to open my eyes to know it's him again. But I'm too afraid to tell mom, she'll say it's just my anxiety again, that he'd never do that. And maybe she's right, maybe I'm imagining all of this, maybe William's still downstairs watching television on our living room couch.

Suddenly I'm flipped on to my back, my wrists pinned above my head.

He grins down at me, his canines on display and sharp like knifes.

This has happened before.

I'm not sure how it happened, how my life changed so drastically over the span of only a few months.

Or how I ended up coming home from another day at school to be met with the sight of my new stepdad, William Afton. He's sitting on the living room couch, still in his work clothes from the pizzeria, his tie loosened for his comfort, giving off a casual and relaxed aura that doesn't reach his eyes.

He moved in with me and my mom a week ago, but I'm still not used to seeing him. Maybe I'll get used to seeing him eventually, I thought to myself, even though I knew I wouldn't. It's never been that easy for me, there's always something preventing me from letting people into my heart and mind. It's like when I try opening up, thorny vines curl around my Adam's apple, and suddenly I don't want to talk anymore.

To get to the staircase to my room, I have to pass him. As I do so, I feel like there's something digging into my back, like someone's burning holes into me. But I'm too scared to look back, even though it's probably nothing. It's usually nothing. But this time I know it's definitely not nothing.

I make my way upstairs to my bedroom, swinging the door open before walking over to my cozy bed and laying down. My face is burrowed in the blankets, so are my ears, but faintly I can hear the creaking of my bedroom door reopening. I felt the bed suddenly weigh down on the opposite side of me, hands wrapping around my waist, uncomfortably close to an area I didn't want anybody touching. I don't have to open my eyes to know it's him again. But I'm too afraid to tell mom, she'll say it's just my anxiety again, that he'd never do that. And maybe she's right, maybe I'm imagining all of this, maybe William's still downstairs watching television on our living room couch.

Suddenly I'm flipped on to my back, my wrists pinned above my head.

He grins down at me, his canines on display and sharp like knifes.

His hands caressing my hips and thighs, stroking the insides of them with drool on his lips and darkness in his eyes. I'm just another meal to him, I'm just the prey and he's just the predator.

Why am I repeating myself? No one's listening.

You already know how this story starts, I'm sure of it. I hear my words echoing in my cranium, bouncing off of each other painfully.

I make my way upstairs to my bedroom, swinging the door open before walking over to my cozy bed and laying down. My face is burrowed in the blankets, so are my ears, but faintly I can hear the creaking of my bedroom door reopening. I felt the bed suddenly weigh down on the opposite side of me, hands wrapping around my waist, uncomfortably close to an area I didn't want anybody touching. I don't have to open my eyes to know it's him again. But I'm too afraid to tell mom, she'll say it's just my anxiety again, that he'd never do that. And maybe she's right, maybe I'm imagining all of this, maybe William's still downstairs watching television on our living room couch.

Suddenly I'm flipped on to my back, my wrists pinned above my head.

He grins down at me, his canines on display and sharp like knifes.

His hands caressing my hips and thighs, stroking the insides of them with drool on his lips and darkness in his eyes. I'm just another meal to him, I'm just the prey and he's just the predator.

He whispers something to me once more, but I'm tired.

I'm tired of this limbo.

I'm tired of staying silent.

I try pushing him away, scratching at his arms so he'll let me go. But my nails are too short and my body too weak. I've only fed his desire.

He loves the chase.

He grabs me and pulls me down the staircase, which I try clinging on to. But my nails are too short and my body too weak.

He doesn't care for all the bruises I'm getting, he never did truly care, did he?

We go to the basement, and he throws me in his workshop. The cold tiles covering the floor digging into my elbows, and soon my back when he forces my shirt off.

Then my bra.

Then my pants.

Then my underwear.

Then my socks.

Until I have nothing else to hide from his humiliating gaze.

I hate the way he touches me. The way he talks to me.

I hate this cycle. I hate this torturous situation I find myself stuck in time and time again.

I hate the fact no one bursts through the door to save me like in the movies and books. I hate the way that even if they did, William would just stuff them into one of the many animatronics in the dreary room.

I long to wake up from this nightmare. I long for my innocence back.

Saudade. . .

reposted from my AO3 btw, just in case anyone thinks this is stolen

[mondstadtlover6000]

hi, big big fan! super curious what your writing process is like! are you a edit as you go along or write the entire thing first and then edit

hi thank you for the question! okay uh i don't actually edit my fanfics. everything i post is a raw first draft. BUT i promise i actually have an interesting (to me at least) process even with that! i'm a very organized writer. i keep outlines for everything, although for fanfics my process is a lot more casual compared to my originals. first of all, i have a queue/to do list of projects i'll be writing in order, which is a lot less fancy than it sounds; it's just bulletpointed list with rough months/timelines attached to them. for example, i'll show mine right now (for the rest of the year):

herc mako fic (late oct)

[original] tv show episodes (six) (oct-dec)

[original] screenplay edit (end of oct)

[original] novel draft 2 (early november)

[original] screenplay (mid to late november)

connalia scott pilgrim au (november)

katie pjosceu fic (december)

now i usually have really high expectations for myself so i'll likely only get around 50% to 75% of that done but whatever. before i start writing anything, i write out an outline: for fanfics it's more likely to be a bulletpointed list with just the scenes i want to write/emotional points i want to hit, but for originals i'll go more in depth (sometimes i mark scenes down to the day and time of day, explain what happens in every scene, etc). sometimes i organize things a lot earlier and write an outline up to months ahead when i eventually get around to writing that specific project and sometimes i outline right before i start or even after i've written a few thousand words of the project and have gotten for a feel for it. it depends project to project but that's my typical process.

for editing, like i said, i don't edit for fanfics. i do fanfics for fun so once i'm done one draft i immediately just post--i could be putting more effort and giving you guys more polished stuff to read but forgive me, my desires are not as such. but for originals i do things in drafts and edit after! i'm a personal believer that the edit-as-you-go approach just slows you down.

usually with originals, i take my hands off the project once i'm done a first draft and also make sure to note down any immediate big changes i see. i'll also reread the first draft a few times until i've gathered a list of big plot changes down to minute little details. once i've got that, i go back and redo the entire outline top to bottom to tweak order of scenes, add new ones, delete ones, etc. then i write the second draft--not from scratch exactly? i start afresh but i consult the first draft and a lot of stuff gets copypasted into draft 2 because if it isn't broken... don't fix it.

i've never actually gotten to draft 3 or farther to line edits before but so far my process for that has been: send to my sisters and get feedback; make (yet another) bulletpointed list of revisions from major to minor; edit everything. and then afterwards i hope to do some final surface edits to ensure all characters stay in character throughout dialogue, the continuity is fine, and there aren't any flaws and errors. and ofc at one point i have to chop things down because i am very verbose (my 2nd draft for my novel rn is 190,000 words!!! wow!!!!) but like i stated i haven't gotten to that stage yet.

sorry i yapped for way too long for this question but i hope that gave you some insight! even though my editing process is about originals instead of fanfics. tl;dr: i really like bulletpointed lists.

[darkspace7]

Been frantically trying to shift around stuff because I wanted to play games on my phone but it unfortunately has the memory capacity of a potato so I've been looking through my notes app in search of things that could be deleted. Here's some ideas that have cursed my ever waking hours so now I foist the burden onto you!

A restaurant called "Subversion" that aims to do just that to your expectations. Food that looks all leafy and green so you'd expect a savory vegetable type deal? Nope you blue raspberry flavor. Or how about a large dessert covered in some sort of icing and now the waiter is bringing out a torch? So is it something like Baked Alaska mayhaps? No, the "icing" melts away to reveal it’s a steak. And the deal isn't limited to the food, oh no. You go in thinking it’s gotta be some fancy high end place but it looks like just a mom and pop cluttered shop. Then you get led through a door and suddenly faced with the most ostentatious place you’ve ever seen. Then the bartender gestures for you to follow them behind the counter and suddenly you're led through a trapdoor in floor. You now think you’re outside but suddenly a a door opens from behind a pile of trash bags against the back wall and then suddenly you’re in another version of the mom & pop store. The price is reasonable but you're the server now. This is your home now, you can never leave.

Bleach/Promare AU (Not gonna lie, I didn't know where I was going with this other than the potential for seeing Ichigo/Uryuu and the Zangetsu Duo in the colour pallet/artstyle. Also, shirtless fire fighters and weird fire aliens?

Candy Barrel Fairy Floss (Cotton Candy made from Various Candies? What types would work best? What would be the worst? Would they taste good???)

The Aizen from my one story idea (the one where he is genuinely the personality he presents himself as and maybe role-swaps Ichigo?) gets isekaied into an alternate past where Juhabach is his Dad. (Based on a dream I had, apperantly?)

• There's a group chat for the zanpakuto that Zangetsu was a part of before the timeline fuckery (reference to my one Ichigo/Uryuu story.) He gets pulled in again via Sode no Shirayuki and eventually gets Zanpakugo (Zanpakuto!Ichigo) in. Many cryptic memes x2 because they're both time traveling millennials. Of course they meme in various worrysome and increasingly unhinged ways. Yachiru also hops in sometimes much to many's confusion. (One of the others: "Yeah. You learn not to question it.") (This is obviously non-canon.)

•(In regards to Bleach) What happens if two people go inside a gigai at the same time???

•(Also in regards to Bleach?) What if Keigo is related to Reigen Arataka? (Reigen's his uncle)

•Pre!Canon Izuku gets isekaied into Fantasy AU decides to essentially say fuck it to his old world and stay with found friend family adventuring and doing hero shit in the new world.

•Crack Vestige AU where Izuku and then Bakugo get to haunt people with their found ghost family when Melissa finally gets passed the quirk due to shenanigans. Scenes & further shenanigans occur but not sad shit because fuck that noise.

•(In relation to last point) Fucming Vestige Bakugou & Izuku going whole ham on Shiggy, just decimating his shit. AFO steps in and then there's Yoichi coming in from behind with the steel chair-

•Also, En's coat is colour changing.

•"The Ruler" A non-binary royalty themed superhero who goes around carrying a wooden handheld rulestick. •Racecar Driver reverse isekai disaster lesbians? One day someone literally tries to invoke the whole 'bury your gays trope' on a recently disgraced Racer with their shitty lemon but apparently Truck-kun was having none of this bullshit and t-bones the fucker so instead of death we got this hot muscular dragon lady from the fantasy equivalent of the 1500's or whatever rolling out the back and proceeding to break a semi in half. Cut to her and the protag together as they proceed wreck the local illegal street racing circuit all the while trying to get back the protag's honour or something like that and maybe somehow catch up with the mysterious cryptid racer 'Truck-kun' so they get dragon lady home. There's mutual idiots in love, someone tries to murder protag by ramming them off road in every race, cars routinely defy the laws of physics in increasingly riduculou ways, dragon lady has an epic duel with a giant robot. It's an utter mess call it something equally stupid like "Speed Demon" or smth. •Jirou Kyoka x Daredevil (???)

•Doctor Stone Time Slip Theory AU but make it crack (or crack taken seriously) with mecha senku behind everything •Blackberry Syrup Orange Mango Mocktail with small crushed ice ("looks like a sunset." True but why?)