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Writing Resources List

I use my blog to share writing resources that I’ve collected over the years. I’ve recently gotten some new followers, so I thought I would make a list of many of these resources for easy reference.  

(However, this is not a complete list of all the resources I’ve posted. For more writing resources, feel free to check out my blog.)

Encouragement for Writers

Writer’s Block & Procrastination

Writing Your Story’s Plot

How to Write a Scene

Choosing a Setting for Your Story

Character Arc & Character Development

Character Traits

How to Write Heroes & Villains

Elemental Magic & Superpowers

Writing Magic Systems

Fantasy Writing & World-Building

Writing Fight Scenes

Swords and Bows

Writing Mermaids

Writing Relationships & Romance

Romance & Relationship Prompts

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ENTP: Yes i am a lawyer. I have played all the phoenix wright games.

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It wasn't the usual drinking party night—no. But to them, it might as well have been. The edges were starting to blur. Keith was slumped against the balcony railing, one foot propped on the lower bar, the city humming beneath them. Absolutely wasted.

He was grinning like an idiot, eyes half-lidded, his weight lazily resting against Agnes's shoulder. She could feel the heat of his skin against her own, the scent of alcohol lingering on his breath.

She, on the other hand, wasn't nearly as gone as he was, despite having just as much to drink. Maybe even more—but her tolerance made it almost unfair. Her thoughts were still clear, actions still steady, despite the alcohol humming in her veins.

Keith, on the other hand, was not steady.

"You really gonna do it?" She broke the silence.

Keith lifted his head off Agnes's shoulder, brows drawn in confusion. "Do what?"

"Med school," she clarified. "After nursing?"

He blinked slowly, processing. "Yeah," he said, exhaling. "I mean, that's the plan."

Agnes hummed, swirling the remnants of her drink in her cup. "You'd make a decent doctor."

"Decent?"

She just shrugged.

He laughed, shaking his head. "God, I don’t even know if that's what I actually want, you know? But I keep saying it, so now I have to do it. I can't back out now. That'd be so embarrassing." It was as if he hadn’t spent last night telling her to picture him in a white coat with a stethoscope displayed around his neck, looking cool and professional as people greeted him, "Good morning, Dr. Lim!"

"But man," he looked up the starry sky, "Life's so fucking weird."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." He frowned. "Like, what the hell even is a plan? I say I’m gonna be a doctor, but what if... I wake up tomorrow and I decide I wanna be a—I dunno—a pirate! Or some shit."

Agnes smirked. "I’d support your piracy dreams."

Keith groaned dramatically. "You’re missing the point!"

She wasn’t. But she liked making him spell it out.

"Like, think about it," he continued, shifting so he could gesture more, "we go to school for years, and then boom, we pick something and act like we know what we're doing. But what if I don't know? What if I just... do what I'm supposed to until it stops making sense?"

Agnes took a slow sip of her drink. "Then you change."

Keith blinked at her, then squinted. "See! that's why I like you."

She raised a brow. "Huh?"

"No, 'cause you just-" He gestured vaguely. "You make things sound so simple. Like, no big deal. Like, 'Oh, the world’s ending? Just get a new one.'"

"The world isn't ending, Keith."

"You say that," he pointed, "but what if it is? What if we wake up tomorrow and everything’s different?"

She shrugged. "Then it's different."

"Unbelievable!" Keith groaned, dragging his hands down his face. "But, honestly? I know you think about shit more than you let on."

Agnes smirked, that felt like an ego boost—but in a good way. "Do I?"

"Yeah."

"Well, then, I actually like you. More than I let on." she replied, like she was commenting on the weather.

Keith blinked.

His brain stalled.

"Huh?"

Agnes didn't look at him. Just swirled the ice in her glass. "I like you," she repeated. "Just thought you should know."

Keith stared. His thoughts rebooted, then tripped over themselves. "Wait, like—like like?"

Agnes side-eyed him. "Yes, Keith."

He blinked again. "Since when?"

"Does it matter?"

"uh, YES?" he said, scandalized.

She shrugged.

Keith opened his mouth, then shut it. His thoughts were doing backflips.

"That's fucking crazy."

Agnes smirked. "Why?"

Keith paused for a moment. Not because he was thinking—quite the opposite actually. His mind was left blank; he had already forgotten what Agnes had just asked. Then his mouth started running again.

"No way. No fucking way." He laughed as his head lolled to the side as he looked at Agnes, blinking slow, like his brain was buffering. "You? Me?"

He ran a hand down his face, groaning. "That's so stupid."

Agnes tilted her head. "Thanks?"

"No, no, not like that," Keith slurred, waving a hand "I mean—fuck, I don't know what I mean. Just..." He pointed at her, his finger swaying slightly. "I looked at you once, I swear. Like, really looked. And I thought—nah. Nope. Not happening. Too much."

Turns out, his drunk brain decided to take a detour down memory lane. "You were just-" He exhaled sharply through his nose. "Too cocky. Too sharp. You walked around without a single care in the world, thinking so highly of yourself, like you're some God. And it pissed me off, and I thought-" He paused, then clicked his tongue. "Jesus, she's so fucking full of herself."

Agnes blinked, unimpressed. "Charming."

"But then-" Keith exhaled a laugh, shaking his head. "Then I actually started paying attention, and you weren't cocky, you were just... sure of yourself. It wasn't that you thought you were better than everyone. You just never saw the point in explaining yourself. And I... I fucking envied that. I wish I had even just half your confidence."

He glanced at her, tapping his fingers against the railing. "That envy eventually turned into something else. I don't even know when it happened. I realized you were never as unbearable as I thought you were. I just didn't want to admit that I actually liked having you around."

Agnes didn't respond right away. Just watched him.

He let out a breathy laugh. "I used to think I wasn't someone you'd ever take seriously. I think I knew at some point that I liked you and now I'm thinking I should've done something about that sooner."

She tilted her head. "Then do something about it now."

Keith blinked. His head felt light, dizzy in a way that had nothing to do with the alcohol. He looked at her, really looked at her, and something settled in his chest.

"Alright," he said. "We're dating."

Agnes barely hesitated. "Alright."

Keith blinked, thrown off. "Wait, what?"

"You said we're dating." Agnes shrugged, unbothered. "So we are."

Keith's brain broke. "Holy shit. We're dating."

"Yeah."

"Like, right now."

"Right now."

Keith stared at her. Then suddenly grinned. "We should kiss then."

Agnes raised an unimpressed brow. "That your logic?"

"Yes," he said, completely confident. "Couples kiss. We're a couple. Therefore, we kiss."

She sighed, shaking her head. "You're an idiot."

Then she shifted forward anyway, slow, unhurried, until the space between them barely existed. His breath hitched. She smelled like smoke and something sweet, something that was just her, and Keith was suddenly, violently aware of every nerve in his body.

He didn't know who moved first, just that her lips were warm and his brain went completely blank. Just that everything, his pulse, his thoughts, the entire damn night, tilted on its axis.

When they pulled away, Keith felt like he had to physically ground himself. He just blinked at her, dazed.

"Holy shit."

Agnes smirked, standing up. "Come on, boyfriend," she said, grabbing his wrist. "Let's get you some water before you pass out."

Keith let himself be dragged back inside, his thoughts sluggish.

. . .

By morning, Keith wouldn't remember any of this. He'd wake up with a hangover, barely recalling anything beyond the hazy blur of the party.

Agnes wouldn't remind him either.

She would just shrug it off, the same way she did with everything else.

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What would they do if they switched bodies? Part 3

MANSPREADING when sitting down.

Keith: SIT PROPERLY. Agnes: Nah, bro, this how we sit now.

Practicing Keith’s serious face but makes it stupid.

Agnes: Hi, I’m Keith. I’m so mysterious and broody. Look at me, I have deep thoughts. Keith: I DO NOT SOUND LIKE THAT.

Deepening his voice just to sound cooler.

Agnes: Damn, my voice is hot. Is this what y’all hear? Keith: [cringing badly] PLEASE STOP.

Flexing Keith's height of 5'11.

Agnes: Damn, I’m taller than you. That’s crazy. Random dude: ?????

Going to the gym and tries to lift insane weights.

Agnes: Keith’s body is strong, let’s GOOOO— Immediately regrets it. Agnes: Oh. Oh, my God. That was a mistake. . . Keith is going to kill me.

Prank calls people using Keith’s voice.

Agnes: Hey, it’s Keith. Just calling to say I think about you before I sleep. Immediately hangs up.

Bonus: Agnes is secretly envious of Keith's genes. "Keith’s body is OP, this is unfair."

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What would they do if they switched bodies? Part 1

Keith, in Agnes’ body, lazily checks her phone. A notification pops up:

"$5,000 has been deposited into your account. Love, Dad."

Keith: ...what.

He blinks. Clicks on the banking app. His soul leaves his body.

Current Balance: $137,050.00

Keith: WHAT????

He physically recoils, almost dropping the phone. He knew Agnes lived comfortably, but this?? His brain malfunctions. She never acted like a rich kid. WHERE did all this money come from? Did she just... forget to mention this??

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Agnes: [talking animatedly, halfway through stealing Keith’s fries] And then I told him, "Calm down, you're getting worked up over pixels on your screen," because, like, come on, I'm not dealing with a degenerate who has the emotional resilience of a-

Keith: [deadpan, not looking up from his plate] You talk too much.

Agnes: [immediately stops mid-sentence, blinks]

Silence.

Keith: [takes a bite of his food, completely unbothered]

Agnes: …What?

Keith: I’m just saying. Sometimes it’s a lot.

Later that afternoon, during training. . .

Keith: [puffing his chest, losing breathe] This is... abuse of power...

Agnes: [smug, pacing in front of him with her hands behind her back] This is justice.

Keith: You made me run five extra laps because I "looked at you weird."

Agnes: That was a very weird look. Suspicious, even. Might have been plotting something.

Keith: And then 50 push-ups because my "face annoyed" you?

Agnes: A fair and justified punishment.

Keith: You’re unbelievable.

Keith stares at her for a long moment, then sighs and drops into another set of push-ups without arguing.

Agnes: [smugly leaning down slightly, hands on her knees] This is what you get for telling me I talk too much.

Keith: [exhales through his nose, monotone] You do.

Agnes: Keep talking and I’ll make you do another set.

Keith: [mutters under his breath] Tyrant.

Agnes: You were saying?

Keith: [louder, still doing push-ups] Nothing, Ma'am.

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Agnes doesn't get any acne, despite only using mild soap to wash her face. Everyone around her stressing over breakouts, trying skincare routines, and Agnes is just there, completely untouched by puberty’s wrath.

Keith, meanwhile, washes his face properly, uses skincare, drinks water, avoids touching his face, still had a pimple once, and she never let him live it down.

Agnes: Damn, Lim, all that effort, and for what? Keith: Shut up. Agnes: Must be tough, being genetically inferior. Keith: I swear to God.

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Does this woman ever wash her hands?

Agnes shows up to their date wearing an eye patch, sipping her drink casually. Keith: …Okay. I’ll bite. What’s with the eye patch? Agnes: Fashion statement. Keith: Right. And I’m the Pope. [Keith leans in slightly, scrutinizing her.] Keith: You’re hiding something. Agnes: How dare you accuse me of such slander? Keith: Because it’s you. And you look way too smug for someone wearing an eye patch unironically. Keith, unimpressed, reaches out and lifts the eye patch himself. A swollen, red eye stares back at him. Agnes just grins. Keith: …A sty. Agnes: I forgot to wash my hands. [Silence.] Keith: You are a grown woman. Agnes: And yet, here we are.

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Keith would carry pens by habit, and Agnes lets him use her as his personal notepad. She’d probably glance at whatever he scribbled, shrug, and move on with her day. Maybe sometimes she forgets about it until someone points out there’s writing on her thigh or something, and she’s just like, "Oh. Right."

Keith: Agnes. Agnes: Keith. Keith: Why is this still here? Agnes: Why are you still here? Keith: Don’t deflect, why haven't you still washed off the list I wrote on your hand? It's been 3 days. Agnes: Maybe I like looking at it. Ever thought of that? Keith: You like looking at my messy handwriting? Agnes: Mhm. Keith: You're unbelievable. Agnes: And you're cute when you nag. You should do it more often. Keith: Absolutely not. Agnes: Aww, c’mon. Give me a little “Agnes, clean your hands” for the road? Keith: No. Agnes: Just a tiny one? Keith: Wash. It. Off. Agnes: See? Adorable.

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Agnes (14-18)

14 years old

Started sleeping with music or the TV on because silence made her uneasy.

Realized she could cry on command, not that she’d ever let anyone see.

First time she disassociated mid-conversation and didn’t even notice until someone asked if she was okay. She just blinked and said, "huh?," this went on until she just adapted to it and was still able to retain information through audio memory recall.

Already had a habit of lying for fun. Not to get out of trouble, just to see if she could.

Pretended to be asleep in the car just so her dad would carry her inside. She was definitely too old for it, but he still did it.

Made a bet with a friend that she could get free food from a guy just by talking to him for five minutes. She won.

Bought planners to "be more organized" and never used it once. (Went on for 3 more years)

Tried smoking for the first time because a senior offered. Didn’t like it but pretended she did.

Stole one of her dad’s alcoholic beverages. Took a sip, hated it, but finished it anyway just to say she did.

Tried her mom's favorite wine and instantly liked it, bought bottles of them once in a while and unintentionally built up her tolerance.

Got curious about pills and researched different kinds, but didn’t try any yet.

Had her first real drink at a party, vodka straight. Didn’t even flinch, just shrugged and asked for another.

Swiped a cigarette from one of her dad’s drivers just to try. Took a drag, hated it, and threw it out.

Had a drink with an older guy, he bet she wouldn’t handle whiskey. She downed it in one go just to prove him wrong. Didn't hang out with him any longer as she got more cautious he might try to get her drunk and take advantage of her.

Learned how to fake tipsiness when necessary. She found it useful sometimes.

Already carried herself with the confidence of someone older, never seemed like a freshman. Her height of 5'4 helped, too.

Lived in a big house but rarely spent time there. Always preferred being out with friends or alone in random places.

Started becoming the “mystery” of her batch, people knew her, but no one really knew her.

Her dad spoiled her with money, but she acted like she didn’t care about it.

Was raised by nannies more than her parents, but she never talked about it.

Already had multiple circles of friends, but only a select few were in her real close group. Most of her high school friends eventually lost contact after graduation.

Showed up unannounced everywhere, parties, friend hangouts, even study sessions, sometimes just to mess with people.

Never let anyone know where she truly lived. If someone asked, she’d be vague or lie about her address.

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Teen Agnes Dump

Agnes never let anyone take a picture of her unless she approved of it first.

She rarely saved contacts, so half her messages were just unsaved numbers trying to get her attention.

She wore her military training uniform with the same confidence she wore a party dress.

She never went back to an ex. No second chances, no nostalgia. She never slept with the same guy twice. Until Keith, that is.

While dating was just a game to her, she had real passions, advocacy, law, politics. She was young, privileged, but never out of touch. She spoke up, stayed informed, and knew the power of her own voice.

She didn’t just enjoy debates, she enjoyed winning them.

She remembers everything, from the most obscure historical events to what someone said offhand two months ago. It freaked people out sometimes.

If a guy got too clingy, she’d ghost him mid-conversation, sometimes mid-sentence.

She never lets anyone see her genuinely upset.

Despite her flirty reputation, she actually had high standards, most guys just didn’t realize they were being tested.

She had a habit of twirling a pen between her fingers when bored in class, this developed into a pen-spinning skill. or something.

Teachers either loved her or tolerated her, there was no in-between. Most of the were intimidated by her, regardless.

She liked the thrill of sneaking into places she wasn’t supposed to be in. Even had a few minor injuries because of these experiences.

She always knew the best places to eat, party, or hide when skipping class.

No one could predict if she’d be at a party or in bed by 9 p.m., not even her.

She was both the cause and the solver of many friend group dramas.

Her personal life was a locked vault. People thought they knew her, but they only saw what she let them see.

She made fun of cheesy romance but could recite lines from classic romantic movies by heart.

She doesn't ask for permission; she just did things and dealt with the consequences later.

She had at least one fake excuse ready at all times in case she needed to leave an event early.

Her playlist could go from classical music to heavy rap without warning.

If she ever showed up late, it was either because she was making an entrance, or because she just didn’t care.

Her apartment was her personal kingdom. No one entered unless she wanted them to.

She never let guys over; her place was for her, not for flings.

Her fridge was either fully stocked or completely empty. No in-between.

She never needed anyone to pick her up or drop her off as she always had a way home.

Despite living alone, she rarely felt lonely, she was used to her own company.

She never let her apartment get messy, but it was filled with little things only she understood like post-it notes, random sketches, and half-finished projects.

She was the type to suddenly vanish from a party, only to be found at home an hour later, painting or watching a documentary.

No one knew if she was rich or just really good at managing money.

She had friends everywhere, but few people she actually trusted.

She never explained herself, if she didn’t want to go somewhere, a simple “No” was enough.

Her parents barely knew what was going on in her life, but her dad still wired her money without asking too many questions.

She never asked her mom for anything, but deep down, she sometimes wished she could.

She hated when people pitied her for being independent. She chose this life.

When her friends had boyfriend drama, she listened, but she never related.

She had a habit of buying random, expensive things just because she could.

No one ever caught her truly off guard, she always had an escape plan.

If she ever got overwhelmed, she disappeared for a while, no texts, no explanations, just gone.

She didn’t need to say much to be in control of a conversation, one look was enough.

Her dad thought giving her the apartment would make her rely on him more, but it only did the opposite.

If her parents ever asked too many questions, she changed the subject effortlessly.

She never checked in with anyone before making decisions. Her life, her rules.

She always had cash on her, whether it was from selling notes, tutoring, or just "winning" bets, she found ways to keep money flowing.

If she was ever bored, she'd find ways to make money for the sake of the thrill like flipping thrifted items, writing essays for the lazy rich kids, or even setting up little "favors" with a price tag.

She knew exactly how to manipulate situations to her advantage, even financially.

If she wanted something expensive, she’d sometimes charm her way into getting someone else to buy it for her, whether it's a friend or someone she knew likes her.

She sometimes took freelance commissions for art, but she never advertised it, only a few knew she was good.

Most of her money went into savings or impulse splurges.

If she ever lost a bet, she always had a way to make back double.

She could disappear for days and come back acting like nothing happened, but in reality, she’d been spiraling alone in her apartment.

She had a weird relationship with control. Sometimes, she felt invincible; other times, she felt completely detached from herself.

She rarely got panic attacks, but when she did, she was terrifyingly good at hiding them.

There were nights she didn’t sleep at all. Not because she was busy, but because her mind wouldn’t shut up.

She was aware that she had issues but never saw a reason to fix them. She functioned, and that was enough.

Sometimes, she’d stare at herself in the mirror for too long, trying to feel something.

She’d get stuck in obsessive loops, random interests she hyper-focused on for weeks before dropping them entirely.

If things ever got too overwhelming, she’d cut off everyone for a while. Not out of anger, just necessity.

She hated being told she needed help, even if she knew it was true.

Her worst moments were always when she was alone, but she never let anyone see that.

She liked pushing boundaries, even with herself, sometimes just to see what would happen.

She could turn her emotions off like a switch when needed, but sometimes, they’d come crashing back at the worst times.

She wasn’t self-destructive in the obvious ways, but her habits weren’t exactly healthy

She’d go through phases of extreme productivity and complete burnout.

Sometimes, she’d do reckless things just to feel something different, but she always made sure no one noticed.

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me as a writer

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Agnes was in the middle of a heated debate at a student-led legal forum when her phone buzzed. She barely glanced at the message, only reading the words—Keith, training, hospital.

That was enough for her to grab her things and leave, cutting off the person mid-sentence.

When she arrived at the hospital, Keith was lying there, bandaged up and having a bruise forming near his temple, but looking far too casual about it.

She didn’t scold him. Didn’t roll her eyes or call him an idiot, though she probably would later. Instead, she sat beside him and took his hand.

Keith, still groggy, smirked. “You worried?”

Agnes squeezed his fingers. “I don’t like seeing you like this.”

For once, Keith had no clever comeback. He just held on.

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"I don’t need to be your number one priority, Keith. But I need to know I matter to you." - Agnes, probably

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Si keith na binatuhan ng kutsara

The smoke alarm shrieked through the apartment. Keith rushed in, only to find Agnes standing over the stove, staring at a pot that was, somehow, on fire.

He blinked. “How do you even set rice on fire?”

Agnes grabbed a towel and fanned the smoke away, scowling. “I don’t know! It just happened.”

Keith stepped closer, inspecting the pot like it was a crime scene. He squinted at the charred remains. “This isn’t rice. This is a crime scene.”

Agnes didn’t even hesitate, she grabbed a spoon and hurled it at him. Keith dodged, barely holding back a laugh.

“Alright, arsonist. Step aside,” he said, grabbing the pot. “Before you burn the whole building down.”

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Agnes Cesar (first draft)

Nickname: Agnes

Age: 23

Date of Birth: September 19

Eye Color: Dark brown

Hair Color: Dark brown

Height: 168 cm (5’6’’)

Weight: 54 kg

Body Type: Hourglass (slim waist, defined curves, toned)

Normal Resting Face: Naturally sharp, often mistaken for a resting "mean" face

Personal & Career Details

Current Hometown: A city

Occupation: Law student, Advocate

Degree: Paralegal Studies (Undergraduate)

Current Studies: Pursuing Law School

Social Class: Upper middle class / Higher class (Undecided)

Income: Stable, supported by family wealth but earning independently through legal research work and freelance writing

Skills & Talents

Skills: Investigative research, legal writing, public speaking, debate, persuasive argumentation, reading microexpressions, multilingual (proficient in at least two other languages), quick thinking in tense situations

Talents: Naturally blunt yet persuasive, sharp memory, fast runner, excellent at reading people

Hobbies & Goals

Hobbies: Painting, drawing, sculpting (but stopped sculpting in high school), visiting hidden places in the city, night drives, collecting old books, taking pictures for memories

Short-Term Goals: -

Long-Term Goals: Publish a book on modern journalism’s ethical dilemmas, establish her own law firm and bar

Personality & Behavior

Habits: Taps her fingers when impatient, bites her lip when focused, always keeps a notebook on her

MBTI: ENTJ

Enneagram: 8w7

Best Qualities: Fearless, resourceful, fiercely independent, quick-witted, highly persuasive

Worst Qualities: Can be tactless, stubborn, overworks herself, doesn’t back down even when she should

Preferences & Relationships

Favorite Book: Anything about espionage or investigative journalism

Favorite Movie: Psychological thrillers, especially ones with morally gray protagonists

Favorite Possession: A leather-bound notebook filled with her personal notes and observations, a lighter she stole from someone

Greatest Passion: Challenging authority when necessary

Favorite Foods: Prefers savory over sweet, loves well-seasoned street food

Best Friend: Keith (whether she admits it or not)

Worst Enemy: Corrupt officials, people who manipulate narratives for personal gain