I love so many words, I had to cut myself off from going on and on, lol. But here are some:

Veneer, languor, languid, multitudinous, infinitesimal, macabre, ardor, halcyon, mosey, petrichor, turpentine, opalescent, pearlescent, fractal, serpentine, phthalo, somnambulism, downy, lilac, mallow, tenderfoot, plume, coo

me, every other day: i should start sketching again! then i can draw my ocs!!
me, .5 seconds later, staring at my sketchbook: hmmmm......no...

for someone who isn’t really a loudmouth, I sure write a lot of loudmouths—

other repeats I have found myself committing: ANXIETY GREMLINS!! criminals, single dads, angry girls, and honestly, i will seize upon any opportunity to write two no good very bad people being disgustingly soft and normal together. the juxtaposition between writing heinous acts and heists with every day domesticity and quiet contentment? It gets me every!! time!!

that said I also like to write the tender mundane with normal ocs too— really drawing out the idea that there is depth in simple routine acts.

As it would turn out, those phantom pains were not so imagined. All it took was one stray look upward, across the length of the dock for their knees to buckle and threaten to cave under them.

A revenant in the flesh, no longer outrun.

How was one meant to act when faced with the embodiment of their past? Of everything they had lost?

The petname rumbled through them, rattling their bones and leaving Minlelth with the sense of being both lost and found all at once.