abyssalwriter

[abyssalwriter]

I'm sitting here. Questioning why I even posted anything only for the same one person to keep showing up on my Ao3 with like the most chaotic energy that I cannot being to describe it- Like brother I didn't want to draw ppl to me but somehow. A dumb little oneshot under 1k words drew in someone expecting a ship and now.

GUESS WHAT! IMMA WRITE THE DAMN SHIP!

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Sitting and talking to a friend about stories I want to write and they just begin to become feral just over the Idea that I have something I want to write is so strange-

This salted gremlin just sits there and listens to me ramble for like 15 hours almost every day. Then when they leave to go sleep. I might stay up and write, send it without edits then come back to them SCREAMING about being fed.

Like? Bro? What?

You are so unhinged but I am here for it. I just gotta remember to share all my drafts. Which, is a little painful sometimes but hey, the salted one needs to be fed or I will be next.

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The feral urge to ruin my Ao3 with some really bad writting but also wanting to make another account fully because of ONE fic I'm working on and I don't wanna mix those two particular fandoms is UNREAL.

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Another Day.

The little beast sighed. Tossing aside yet another rough draft. Having been told 'Not everyone makes it as a writer'. But it was determined to prove the other creatures wrong. It would write and write until it made a name for itself. It had to.

This was it's favorite thing to do, it involved little to no people. It didn't want to pursue education. It didn't want to work a 9-5 like other beings called 'humans'.

With a determined thump of it's shark tail. The masked being growled and took to it's computer. It could tell them it was looking for things for now. But between time it would work on it's favorite things. It needed a cozy place to live without preassure from the mythical beast that rarely turned it's gaze to them. The harpy that hounded it for medical plans was silenced, only to awaken the one that demanded it get therapy with one of it's flock. Only to add the education and compromise of 'humans'.

It hated the idea of such. But lies would work for a time while it came up with a plan. Perhaps the mythical one could help. It wanted the masked one's money anyways. So plans may be pushed back while it greedily took what it thought was its own. The idea upset the masked one. Taking more from it then it's simple time and identity, forcing it to be a 'little girl' rather then the being it felt more true to. With a long sigh. The mask one plotted.

Just like always. Then it turned to find the music that drove it further. Perhaps.. their favorite band.

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"The next morning" after writing something basically tormenting the main character is like one of my worst jump cuts. I mean I'm leaving things open for the reader sure but it tempts me to write what actually happened.

I want it to be a lingering question. We only found out much later. I can't say it now we're only in chapter 3!!!!!!

But I guess that's just how this is gonna work. Okay me, what injuries is he going to have and what is going to be assumed by the reader. I mean, he's not the only one being tormented sure. But we get to see that soon as a thought of his is confirmed. That the reaction the character had alongside him in the last chapter is going to make sense now.

Oh I can't wait to see what I'll write for this.

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Why is it that 12am - 5am writing is like the best layout for things at the time, then you go back and wonder what your brain was thinking because clearly it wasn't?

I've got this fanfiction I'm working on. (Trash I know, but I'm writing it for a reason.) It's like, my child right now. I love it, so far only two chapters one borders 4k words. Yet, I've started on the third chapter and one part I shared to who is basically my editor. (She dosen't actually edit it, just gives me suggestions and ways to improve it.) She pointed out she could clearly tell that it was written at 5am my time, and pointed out some things. I have no idea how she can tell, maybe because it's choppy and stuff?

But I wrote something before working on the chapter and it wasn't as choppy. So now it's time to hop over and edit it and try to fill in the rest of the page. It's got 5 pages more to fill before it gets thrown to people.

All in the name of finding my style of writing permanently so I can finally bring this 7-8 year old WIP to life.

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You ever just... write something that makes you question your sanity. Cause I did and wonder how the creature that wrote this is the same one that has written something so well that just the mention of it makes the people who have read it go feral in a positive way?

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The moonless

Halls lined with a bright amber glow from every delicately placed candle. Low murmurs from the resident that dwelled there echoing in the silence. Tonight was as good as any to call upon her. It was a moonless night, the stars themselves had hidden, darkening the sky further. The world had grown colder this night, a time when not even the most aggressive of predators set foot outside of their dens. It was the perfect night for other beings to roam without the worry of mortal correction. When the halls fell silent, a soft sigh followed. Worried they had done it wrong, the began again.

Only for a sudden rush of darkness to fall upon half the room. Light smoke filled the chamber as several candles were blown out in one swoop. A large figure lurked just on the edge of the darkness. But the resident showed no fear. Greeting the figure as if they were a friend. Speaking to them of what they desired and what they could give in return. The figure did not respond and left the way they came.

Coming to form once greeted by the harsh night. A large draconic beast that's wings spanned far beyond mortal minds comprehension. She herself towered over mere mortals. White scales accented by darkness and littered with spots of red. Milky white eyes staring off into the distance before turning to the skies. Her fellows hid from the monster that took away his light. But she was no coward, she would face him head on if it came to it.

Spreading her wings of which the underside was deep crimson, yet the scales that protected the top were white as snow much like the rest of her. With a great push, she took to the sky. Jewels that littered her body hitting against one another, bright reds and deep blacks and the gold that held them in place. Each rattling against her skeletal form, of which she took pride in.

This being was a goddess, serving no one but herself and answering the call of her favored children. If she was to find a soul, tonight would be the night to do so. A low rumble left her chest as her gaze settled before her. It would be a long search tonight. She did enjoy the feeling of the wind in the patch fur lining her spine. The way it moved in waves made her three tails slowly rise and fall behind her. Each chipped blade telling a story about what she had done.

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Basic Stuff To Know!

Greetings and well met I am Abyssal also known as Twisted among friends. I dabble in writing and voice acting. My main genre is high fantasy, though Sci-fi is a struggle. Horror and gore is a pool I am dipping into now and then.

Here is where I'll share blurbs of such works, either to help with writers block or to get it out of my system. Some things may be short others may end up reaching the limit and have to be split apart. I do post full chapters elsewhere if that is more your style. However I will also post chaotic blurbs of the creature not having the mental capacity to write another page. That being said. I may not be very active in the first time as of posting this. Afterall my work takes time an sometimes the post may be one after the other. Or I will be dead for months at a time. Who knows the writing braincell likes to commit vacation time suddenly.