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So I still get regular tags all the time from @diphthongsfordays which I adore haha. It has been a rough time, and I've been having a lot of those hard life moments to learn plenty of difficult new things from. Here are some last lines from a journal rant last night.

Love could always fail, sure. And this is pretty scary. But what is more terrifying is when love is real, and everything works out. Because then the only way it ends is in death. It is a terrible thing to truly know.

I tag @papercutsunset, @beezlebubss, and @salamandersofftheclock.

[262 words; inspired by @flashfictionfridayofficial #FFF120 A Greater Horror prompt; dedicated to @beezlebubss]

The dark depths of the sea called out to her with a relentless sweetness that she knew was a lie. Staring unflinchingly at the depths, she stood on the ship rocking to and fro, to and fro. She could of course imagine the singing if she wanted to; she could imagine the countless pearls awaiting her beneath the darkness of the tides as they crashed upon the jagged rocks of the cliffside. Knowing the truth of what awaited her within the depths of the caves, she remembered what called out to her there. It was herself who called out to her. Her very own death song.

Aww @beezlebubss tagged me 🐝💛

favorite color: turquoise blue like the waters soft and warm. waters that have known the storms; waters that have known the sharks. and yet here they remain soft and warm, sparkling laughter under the sunlight breeze.

currently reading: so many things, all the time lol. I'm making my way through a Spanish textbook, a Chinese textbook, Rumi's Big Red Book of poetry, and Madness: A Bipolar Life by Marya Hornbacher. the bipolar memoir is very necessary but very intense so if you choose to pick it up, please be careful with that one.

last song: everything i wanted by billie eilish. this song has seen me through a LOT this year. geez.

last movie: Dark Waters. I was like, oh, Mark Ruffalo and Anne Hathaway? he going through an entire room full of files about biochemistry?? cheers bro I'll drink to that, I been there. lol but tbh I didn't end up liking it that much overall.

sweet/savory/spicy: s a v o r y 😋

working on: transitioning into a new chapter of my life. I'm starting a new job next week and I am so, so happy, thankful, and excited.

I was tagged by @ruby-overlock thank you so much ♡ I think that you are very very cool.

I was just writing a short spinoff for My FBI Agent wip lol. One of my best friends is leaving for college so I dedicated a lil story about him in this wip universe as a gift. 🥲 I hope he likes it. Here's the last lines of the episode called "Agent N."

The rogue’s cackle subsided into a wild-eyed stare with a bloodied grin. He put his hands around Agent N’s fingers and spoke quietly with an eerie, crazed joy. “Your Boss is a double, man.” The rogue’s fingers pressed Agent N’s around the trigger and the gunshot reverberated throughout the subway tunnels and into the night sky of the neon city lights above them.

Happy wbw! I got tagged by @nana-writes to answer this question ♡

Have you come up with any creatures for your worlds? Tell us about them!

I have not come up with any entirely new creatures in any of my worlds bc I play around with a lot of mythological themes that come from reality, like ghosts, phoenixes, dragons, and even cybernetic humans. In my Phoenix Queen wip, during the fight with the New Dragon King, the girl dies and comes back to life in a raging fury with flaming wings and a furious revenge in her eyes. She's sort of not really a phoenix, and I guess she's a little like the Phoenix from the X-Men, except instead of telekinetic capabilities, she just has pure rage that manifests as physical fire all around her. She can fly, and more than anything she is intensely fierce and passionate.

I was tagged by @diphthongsfordays a while back for a word tag game! Thank you for always tagging me in these fun games ♡

Star [From the Street Sketches wip; "The Writer"]

He walked to the middle of the top floor of the parking garage and laid down. Using his backpack as a pillow, he breathed deeply and gazed up in awe. The stars were all so beautiful as they shimmered across the wide open sky. They were so reminiscent of the city view surrounding him. All together they were a sight to behold, and yet each one dazzled in its own specific, spectacular way. Were we not all stars, spread across the universe? We are nothing but stardust wandering, and yet not seeing. Maybe we aren’t alone after all; maybe we are all simply the same. He fell asleep that night, a lone solitary figure beneath the stars, though he was still encapsulated by the city. Alone but not alone, he finally realized that he could be his own best friend, too.

Stagger [From My FBI Agent wip]

Tax evasion and worker exploitation were always rumors running rampant around the nation, but that’s all they had ever been: rumors. The extent of evidence Trinity had on her father was staggering. The files she had stolen from Allen Starr’s home computer would damn him and the entire company, leaving them all in disgrace and in prison. It would be over for all of them.

Soft [From the Phoenix Queen wip; when the Traveling King first sees her]

His eyes fell upon the great throne of the Dragon King itself. It was enormous, made of dark ebony and white marble, lined with gold, and carved with a savage, brutal strength known only to the dragon kind. And yet still he noticed none of this. For all he could see was a tiny girl, dressed in red with a crown shining brightly upon her long dark hair. She was so small, and she was dozing, with a drink in her hand resting on the arm of the great throne she sat upon. Glowing in a beautiful light, she was fire itself, and as she dozed in and out of sleep, her hair waved softly in the breeze that blew in from the large chamber windows.

Shudder [From the Street Sketches wip; "The Artist"]

How could she learn to be a real person after all of that? How could she learn to trust anyone or dare to love another person again? All of that love and trust she had poured into that relationship was simply wasted. Her thoughts swam mercilessly in her head until, quite suddenly, all of the emotions she had been repressing as she cleaned out her apartment released in great shuddering sobs there at the writer’s bookshop counter.

oh, okay, gotcha! :3

I was tagged by @nana-writes for Storytelling Saturday. Thank you! For this question I tag @beezlebubss and @eveesque, if u want :)

What’s a common writing tip that you swear by? What about uncommon? What's a common writing tip you mostly ignore?

A common writing tip I love is to write all the time! Just at least a little bit every day, even if it's in your journal about what you did or who you saw that day. It all adds up and the words begin to flow more naturally and it becomes easier to finally find ways to express yourself and your feelings about everything. The more details you can include and the more individual studies you do the better, like one writing exercise I like to do is to sit somewhere and just write/type out everything that you can possibly notice. There'll be a thousand things! Write them all! Notice everything and be unashamedly poetic about it all. Romanticize your life!!

An uncommon writing tip that actually is a common life tip is to spend time really just living your life. Give yourself time to experience and explore and feel. Be present. Read what you can about literally anything, and be willing to go into the parts of yourself you are afraid of. That is where the secrets lie, deep in the depths, and that is where you can find that which would help the most people in the world.