#RAHHH my brain is scrambled

[fleursbending]

hi juniee <33 i have a question, what do you usually do when you're stuck at some point in your fic and you don't know what's the next step for you to like... get to the whole point of the fic?

cause i tend to end up that way and i just blankly stare at my screen like 😶

also

^ me everytime i see you post

HAAAHAHAHHAA ANOTHER MINECRAFT MEME! thank u!

ok so what i do.. gonna sound silly at first but hear me out! i end up taking multiple steps back, look at my outline and see if i can put more detail / info that can build to the lead up of your main point. usually i see a space through the story that it can be slid into or sometimes.. i even write a piece of dialogue without clearly knowing how the whole point ties together.. sometimes i alr have my last line of the fic before actually being done with it 😭😭 sorry this might not even be helpful LNAOXSKZK

[lncarnon]

❛ i’m sorry i can’t turn off my feelings as easily as you. ❜ (i'm so sorry my brain will NOT allow me to pick a muse i can't make decisions rn rahhh )

He'd been mocking the trembling excuse of a man, reveling in the distinct signs of fear: quickened breath and elevated heartbeats, eyes dilated and body scrambling away from his metallic frame, all signs of a weak mind and even weaker body. Humans had so much to fear when they could feel. A notion he'd shed a few centuries prior. The only thing Revenant had now, was his rage.

And.. my, my, the words coming out the scared man's mouth...

Perhaps.. there was more than rage, in his metal cage of a chest. Joy lived there as well. A delightful feeling, one he chased around these trials, that only arrived right before he shut up one of these fleshbags and lingered for a few moments afterwards. Intuition states that he is about to experience quite the flood of enjoyment out of taking Dwight apart, piece by bloody piece.

"And that weakness, is my gain," he replies, metal voice breathy despite lacking lungs. "This wouldn't be fun, if you didn't feel."