Okay, so I'm working on set of five AUs for my next Yami no Matsuei story. One of them was supposed to be based on the idea of 'what would happen if Hisoka had never met Muraki, never died, and never developed empathy?' I tried and tried to write this fic, but nothing was working. There were a million different scenarios: Hisoka gets married! Hisoka graduates from high school! Hisoka has kids! Hisoka confronts his father about the family curse! But none of them were working. And then, low and behold, the Dark Fic Muses of Hell came from their scary realm to talk to me.
Dark Fic Muses: Thou hast lost the way of this fic. Follow the true path, my child, and thy fic shall bring depression and creepiness to the land.
Me: Yeah, well, I'm trying. I mean, look at this one idea I had where Hisoka dies of old age-
Dark Fic Muses: You call that dark? That's vanilla ice cream in the middle of a blizzard compared to what we've got planned. Now get out of the way and let us write.
And that's what really happened. I absolve myself of all blame from this fic. It's still in the first draft, and still unbeta'd, but I'm posting it because Sephy posted bits of her story and I'm muchly grateful.
( No title, NC-17, VERY DARK )
Dark Fic Muses: Thou hast lost the way of this fic. Follow the true path, my child, and thy fic shall bring depression and creepiness to the land.
Me: Yeah, well, I'm trying. I mean, look at this one idea I had where Hisoka dies of old age-
Dark Fic Muses: You call that dark? That's vanilla ice cream in the middle of a blizzard compared to what we've got planned. Now get out of the way and let us write.
And that's what really happened. I absolve myself of all blame from this fic. It's still in the first draft, and still unbeta'd, but I'm posting it because Sephy posted bits of her story and I'm muchly grateful.
( No title, NC-17, VERY DARK )