me in planning stages of writing: this fucks. this is gonna be so fun.
me the minute i sit down to write: language is an unwieldy cudgel we use to beat the human experience to death in an attempt at ever communicating fully with another being. i wish intelligent life had never evolved. i want to go back to the cell stage like in spore
I LOVE it when you finally figure out how your oc world works and have your story click together like a beautiful and ornate puzzle finally being completed and you feel the gears in your brain shift from realization to sheer power like
My brain: You’re losing your touch. You’ll never write anything again. You’re letting everybody down. The world will end because you can’t pick up a damn pen.
Bright light from the mid-morning sun cuts through the tattered canvas sheet I hung up in the window the previous night. I was desperate, alone, separated from my fireteam and I needed to get out of sight.
Good luck, Sir | Halo 4/5, Red vs Blue - Jun A266, Freelancer Vermont
The words echo in Jun’s head, louder than the hum coming from the ship’s systems. The UNSC Infinity, that’s where he is now; and he hates it.
Nathaniel’s fingers curled around the railing, hands shaking at the chill of the metal. Or was it the anxiety? He couldn’t tell the difference.
Come Back Home | Mass Effect AU - Alessa Shepard x Armando-Owen Bailey
Alessa’s skin glistens under the dimmed lights of her bedroom. Warm tones from the ceiling refract off the drops of sweat, sparkling like the stars that painted the sky.
Crossing A Line pt. 2 | Fallout 4 Long Fic w.i.p.
The steam billowed around at his feet as Nate stepped out of the shower stall.
Axios! Ch. 4 | Halo 4 (post) - Jun A266 x Frëja E241
Jun’s hand was mere centimeters from the access pad, when he heard it. He’s known that pain, hell he still has those days. The days where he wakes up screaming, sweat dripping from his brow with tears having stained the pillow in his sleep.
