Nellis and Nicotine by ItsyBitsyArachnid, literature
Literature
Nellis and Nicotine
"Ellis, just do it."
"Naw, I don't wanna get addicted to no such shit!"
A pack of Marlboro 100s was, without any inkling of a doubt, a welcomed surprise. They were shorts, he much preferred the long sticks, but a beggar does not usually hold much choice; Nick had snatched it, not bothering to even pack them before his hand dove to a pocket for the lighter that'd only become useful for molotovs.
"Look," He said, placing another between his lips and letting his tongue slip forward so the tip could tap against the butt, a habit of testing for the right end after having lit a few filters in his teenage days, "addiction isn't instantaneous, and
Feathery Wings (Pitch Black x Death!Reader) by ItsyBitsyArachnid, literature
Literature
Feathery Wings (Pitch Black x Death!Reader)
TRIGGER WARNING: IMPLIED SUICIDE/OVERALL SPEAK OF DEATH
The first hours upon this planet had felt like a dreadful eternity- seconds vomiting minutes, eventually spewing years.
For a while, you could only seek out your previous dimension, look for home somehow. You did this frantically, but the more you searched the less frantic and more hopeless it all gleamed.
The beasts around you needed you, though they weren't aware. They lacked consistency and order, for the most part.
Mankind shortened eternity; they cut it into time and space, preoccupied with explaining it all to their own knowledge. However unending it is, it is still somehow alw
Close To the Flame (Pitch x Reader) by ItsyBitsyArachnid, literature
Literature
Close To the Flame (Pitch x Reader)
(Gender neutral! Reader and all in Pitch's POV ok? Ok)
I always find myself in your bedroom, watching you watch the night recycle itself. Your vibrant eyes opened so achingly wide, fluttering shut only to blink. Your lips never move, aside to comment now and again at your frustration over sleep feeling so far away, and this silence gnaws at me; I enjoy your voice, when I'm able to hear it scratch it's way out of your throat.
I can't remember when I first heard a mortal utter that silly, stupid question- "do you see the glass as half full, or half empty?"
Our cups, little one, are always empty.
No liquid, no light.
That's where we are alike
Hypervigilance (Pitch x Reader) by ItsyBitsyArachnid, literature
Literature
Hypervigilance (Pitch x Reader)
Why couldn't you stop falling into cycles of infatuation with people that weren't real?
The idea of how to cease appeared simple enough: Stop doing it. Stop fawning over them. Stop. Thinking. About it.
However, you of all people knew how difficult it was to stop a thought. The harder you pushed away, the more persistance they had.
Your issue was not with paranoia, per se. No, you knew it was ridiculous. It was the threat of something ambiguous with ill intent in your room in and of itself. Not even necassarily anything you had identified as a possibility, or any number of fathomed hobgoblins you'd spent hours looking over your shoulder for
Puzzle I Am (Nellis) by ItsyBitsyArachnid, literature
Literature
Puzzle I Am (Nellis)
It's hard to be a human being when you don't like people.
Hard to live in a universe you hate. And that was an unfortunate truth about Nick that he'd only relatively recently accepted: Nick didn't like people, and he hated a lot of things.
There was argueabley plenty more to hate than to like.
The Green Flu was an obvious one. CEDA, too. Before these things, he hated in a wider variety- large and small, important and miniscule. Politics, indie music, white wine, when it rained and the air wasn't cool but humid and sticky. Anyone that used the word "irregardless" or the phrase "That's how the cookie crumbles" was near the top of his list, an
A woman pressed the end of her cigarette to her lips, the movement allowing all the lines of worry and age to express themselves more clearly on her skin. She hunched, silent, over her countertop and flicked ashes into a glass container, undoubtedly tired eyes staring right through individuals she knew nothing about. You cocked your head at her, uselessly waved a hand before her face and mused.
"She can't see me."
It was weird to stand before someone and get no response. To speak and have your voice go unheard- the very idea struck you as maddening. You didn't need attention, or anything of that sort, but to be literally invisible? Insanity
Blanket Game (Pitch Black x Reader Oneshot) by ItsyBitsyArachnid, literature
Literature
Blanket Game (Pitch Black x Reader Oneshot)
The heat of fabric had become uncomfortable, sweat collecting in that small indention on your top lip, and even seeming to somehow gather beneath every individual strand of your hair. You'd waited longer than usual, and an old worry- along with a slight prick of embarrassment over the dependence you'd found yourself in- swept over.
Twice you'd considered turning the tables and wriggling from under the thick blanket and instead searching for him, and the first time you'd silently debated your own mind, successfully talking yourself out of it.
The second time, the pad of his heels against your carpet, inaudible to all but you, caused you to r
Dark Writing Prompt Challenges by ItsyBitsyArachnid, literature
Literature
Dark Writing Prompt Challenges
1. Write from the first person POV of a misogynistic man, faintly alluding to what may have instilled his personal views without directly addressing it; ultimately make the reader sympathize with him. Bonus points if done with a misogynistic woman.
2. Write a painful scene between two lovers wherein one character is dying.
3. Write about someone who has a mental illness. For example, an eating disorder, multiple personality disorder, schizophrenia- bonus points if you look up and put some light research into a disorder that is relatively obscure.
4. Write out a scene where an addict- i.e. someone suffering from alcoholism or a drug depende
Nellis and Nicotine by ItsyBitsyArachnid, literature
Literature
Nellis and Nicotine
"Ellis, just do it."
"Naw, I don't wanna get addicted to no such shit!"
A pack of Marlboro 100s was, without any inkling of a doubt, a welcomed surprise. They were shorts, he much preferred the long sticks, but a beggar does not usually hold much choice; Nick had snatched it, not bothering to even pack them before his hand dove to a pocket for the lighter that'd only become useful for molotovs.
"Look," He said, placing another between his lips and letting his tongue slip forward so the tip could tap against the butt, a habit of testing for the right end after having lit a few filters in his teenage days, "addiction isn't instantaneous, and
Feathery Wings (Pitch Black x Death!Reader) by ItsyBitsyArachnid, literature
Literature
Feathery Wings (Pitch Black x Death!Reader)
TRIGGER WARNING: IMPLIED SUICIDE/OVERALL SPEAK OF DEATH
The first hours upon this planet had felt like a dreadful eternity- seconds vomiting minutes, eventually spewing years.
For a while, you could only seek out your previous dimension, look for home somehow. You did this frantically, but the more you searched the less frantic and more hopeless it all gleamed.
The beasts around you needed you, though they weren't aware. They lacked consistency and order, for the most part.
Mankind shortened eternity; they cut it into time and space, preoccupied with explaining it all to their own knowledge. However unending it is, it is still somehow alw
Lullaby (Pitch x Reader) by ItsyBitsyArachnid, literature
Literature
Lullaby (Pitch x Reader)
Nightmares.
The waves, tortuous and incredible combinations of mingling emotions, all slamming into you, washing over parts of you that were not in actuality physically solid or really there but could still feel the intensity and power of it. The trickle of an absolutely strange but nonetheless existing excitement in manifesting a fear, in toying with it just to see it play itself out in your created realm of dream.
Of controlling it.
Lucid dreaming. Your curiosity over yourself, your habit, had gotten the better of you, and you'd dared to look for a name, after considering the idea it had gone by one. The ability to control your dreams, t
*FLAILS* ARE YOU STILL ACTIVE? it's xerie returning from the dead.. ashamed of the original account and it's submissions. Trying to reconnect with everyone! OTL