Hi, I’m CC, and this is my writing blog where I’m currently working on a WIP called A Traitors Return (ATR) but I like short stories and AU’s as well. LGBTQ+ friendly, trying to include as much diversity as I can. Feel free to ask me stuff about my characters or ask my characters stuff! Follows are from my main blog Zayattt ATR Introduction
hey does anyone know if there’s a way to make this blog my main blog, and delete my actual main blog without losing all of the stuff I’ve posted or followers? I only actually use my main blog for reposts now so I figured I may as well make it my writeblr and actually follow people with this account.
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The Basics
1. Do you listen to music when you write?
2. Are you a pantser or plotter?
3. Computer or pen and paper?
4. Have you ever been published, or do you want to be published?
5. How much writing do you get done on an average day?
6. Single or multiple POV?
7. Standalone or series?
8. Oldest WIP
9. Current WIP
10. Do you set yourself deadlines?
The Specifics
11. Books and/or authors who influenced you the most
12. Describe your perfect writing space
13. Describe your writing process from idea to polished
14. How do you deal with self-doubts?
15. How do you deal with writer’s block?
16. How many drafts do you need until you’re satisfied with a project?
17. What writing habits or rituals do you have?
18. If you could collaborate with anyone, who would it be, and what would you write about?
19. How do you keep yourself motivated?
20. How many WIPs and story ideas do you have?
The Favourites
21. Who is/are your favourite character(s) to write?
22. Who is/are your favourite pairing(s) to write?
23. Favourite author
24. Favourite genre to write and read
25. Favourite part of writing
26. Favourite writing program
27. Favourite line/scene
28. Favourite side character
29. Favourite villain
30. Favourite idea you haven’t started on yet
The Dark
31. Least favourite part of writing
32. Most difficult character to write
33. Have you ever killed a main character?
34. What was the hardest scene you ever had to write?
35. What scene/story are you least looking forward to writing?
The Fun
36. Last sentence you wrote
37. First sentence or your current WIP
38. Weirdest story idea you’ve ever had
39. Weirdest character concept you’ve ever had
40. Share some backstory for one of your characters
The Rest of It
41. Any advice for new/beginning/young writers?
42. How do you feel about love triangles?
43. What do you do if/when characters don’t follow the outline?
44. How much research do you do?
45. How much world building do you do?
46. Do you reread your own stories?
47. Best way to procrastinate
48. What’s the most self-insert character/scene you’ve ever written?
49. Which character would you most want to be friends with, if they were real?
50. [Other question—ask me anything]
It had been raining for the past three days, and Cary was sick of it. She was cold, soaked and tired. She had been worked ragged, trying to solve at least ten or so cases before Friday. And Friday had come.
With Friday came a last-minute change of plans. With that came a stakeout. And now Cary was walking down the street to an old apartment complex to continue staking out a warehouse containing a large weapons cache.
If everything went right, she could be home by tonight. That was if the guy they suspected of stealing the weapons came along.
Stakeouts like this took anywhere from three hours to three weeks, and Cary had no way of knowing how long one would take, just hoped it was quick. She wanted to get back home, to fluffy pajamas and a mug of hot cocoa.
Trying not to drop her tray of drinks as she maneuvered through the thin-but-still-large crowd of people on the street, Cary glanced up at the small clock above one of the lampposts on a street corner. 12:17.
I hope the TV works, Cary thought to herself, pausing at the street corner while waiting for the walk sign to turn green. Better Monsters is on in thirteen minutes, and it’s the season finale. Don’t want to miss that.
After a few seconds, the walk sign turned to green, and Cary glanced from side to side, started down the crosswalk. About halfway through, however, there was a honk, and Cary looked to the side to see a truck speeding through the intersection, headed her way.
Startling, Cary darted backward, out of the truck’s way. Fell over her own two feet into a puddle, the tray of drinks toppling out of her hand and spilling onto the ground.
“Saints dammit!” Cary barked, sitting up. Just perfect.
It was raining. It had been raining for the past three days and now Cary was cold, soaked to the bone, tired, stressed, spilled both the drinks and her food was now probably a soggy mess, and she was sitting in a puddle, almost having gotten killed by a driver who couldn’t listen to the damn rules.
The truck had, in attempting to swerve out of Cary’s way, crashed against two other cars parked on the street. Standing up, Cary marched over to the driver, yanking her phone out of her pocket to get some other officers on the scene to process this and write the guy a ticket.
All in all, it took about forty-five minutes for everything to get settled, and when it did, Cary trudged back down the street, hungry, cold, and tired. She hated stakeouts.
The apartment complex was old and gross, vacant. Cary figured that it would either get torn down or remodeled soon. No sense in having a place that no one used. The smell of mold and dampness filled the air, and it was dark.
“Hey, where have you been?” Cary heard Alex ask from the other room as she stepped inside the room they were using. “I’ve been waiting for forty minutes for my food.”
“Yeah, you’re not getting any,” Cary grumbled, walking into the other room. “Some idiot in a truck decided to make go through an intersection when he had a red light and damn near ran me over. Dropped the food and drinks trying not to get hit. Fell into a puddle, of course.”
“Damn. This just isn’t your week, huh?” Alex asked, looking up from the computer. He was sitting at a dirty table near the window facing the warehouse, and surveillance gear were set up on it, barely leaving any room to eat.
“You’re telling me,” Cary replied, squeezing the water out of her ponytail, before taking a seat next to Alex and picking up the binoculars. Sneezed.
It took a few moments for Cary to realize that Alex was staring at her, and she lowered the binoculars, looked at him. “Yeah?”
“You look cold. You should take my jacket.”
“What?”
“I said, you look cold,” Alex repeated, before shrugging off his jacket. “Here, take my jacket.”
Cary felt her cheeks warm, and she looked away. “I’m fine, Alex.”
“You don’t have a change of clothes here, do you?”
“No, I don’t.”
“Then take my jacket. You’re going to catch a cold if you stay in those soaking wet clothes all day.”
Cary went to protest again, before letting out a sigh.
“You’re not going to back off, are you?”
Alex shook his head.
“Fine.”
Grabbing Alex’s jacket, Cary set down the binoculars and put it on. It was surprisingly comfortable despite it looks, lined with wool on the inside, dry, and warm.
“How is it?”
“It’s, uh... it’s warm,” Cary said after a few seconds. “Like, really warm. And dry.”
“Good. I’m glad.”
Smiling, Cary picked up the binoculars again. Even though she couldn’t say it, she was glad, too.
I don’t really know what this was other than that I wanted to write some cary x alex fluff. it’s not a lot, but still. Takes place after ATR is done
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1. Your first OC ever?
2. Do you have a personal favourite among your OCs?
3. Have you ever adopted a character or gotten a character from someone else?
4. A character you rarely talk about?
5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be?
6. Two OCs of yours that look alike despite not being related?
7. Are your OCs part of any story or stories?
8. Do you RP as any of your OCs? If you do, introduce one of your RP OCs here!
9. Would you ever be willing to give any of your OCs to someone else?
10. Introduce an OC with a complicated design?
11. Is there any OC of yours you could describe as a “sunshine”?
12. Name an OC that isn’t yours but who you like a lot
13. Do you have any troublemaker OCs?
14. Introduce an OC with a tragic backstory
15. Do you like to talk about your OCs with other people?
16. Which one of your OCs would be the best at biology (school subject)?
17. Any OC OTPs?
18. Any OC crackships?
19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why)
20. Do any of your OCs sing? If they sing, care to share more details (headcanon voice, what kind of songs they like etc)?
21. Your most artistic OC
22. Is there any OC of yours people tend to mischaracterize? If yes, how?
23. Introduce OC that has changed from your first idea concerning what the character would be like?
24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why?
25. The OC that resembles you the most (same hobby, height, shared like/dislike for something etc?)
26. Have you ever had to change your OC’s design or something else about them against your will?
27. Any OCs that were inspired by a certain song?
28. Your most dangerous OC?
29. Which one of your OCs would go investigate an abandoned house at night without telling anyone they’re going?
30. Which one of your OCs would most likely have a secret stuffed animal collection?
31. Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really)
32. Which one of your OCs would be the most suitable horror game protagonist and why?
33. Your shyest OC?
34. Do you have any twin characters?
35. Any sibling characters?
36. Do you have OC pairs where the other part belongs to someone else (siblings, lovers, friends etc)?
37. Introduce an OC who is not quite human
38. Which one of your OCs would be the best dancer?
39. Introduce any character you want
40. Any fond memories linked to your characters? Feel free to share!
41. Has anyone drawn fanart of your OCs? If yes, maybe show a picture or two here (remember sources & permissions!)
42. Which one of your OCs would be the most interested in Greek gods?
43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confess
44. Something you like about your OCs in general
45. A character you no longer use?
46. Has anyone ever told you that you treat your OCs badly?
47. Has anyone ever (friendly) claimed any of your OCs as their child?
48. OC who is a perfect cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure
49. Which one of your OCs would most likely enjoy memes
50. Give me the good ol’ OC talk here. Talk about anything you want
If you want, you can tag your ask answers with #yetanotherOCmeme so I can check them out too `v´9
--> carlos myers
--> businessmen turned detective with a heart of gold and flirty personality
“i was uptight, wanna let loose. i was dreaming of bigger things and wanna leave my old life behind. not a yes sir, not a follower, fit the box, fit the mold,”
“You know, why did you become a detective?” Cary asked after a few minutes of silence.
“Huh?” Carlos asked, looking over to her.
“I said, why did you become a detective? I mean, you’re the son of one of the more prosperous business families in Thenva, right?”
Carlos nodded, crossing his legs. “Yeah, but that was kind of the reason I joined THPD in the first place.”
“How so?”
“Well, he was always pushing me to take over the business, and that kinda made want to take it over less. Most of the time, I blew off tutoring lessons and all of that, and instead went to fencing lessons with my uncle, festivals and concerts. Then, one day, our place was broken into, and my dad was a jerk to the cops working there.
“Now, I was a pretty kind kid, and it pissed me off, the way he treated those cops. Between that, and the fact I didn’t want to be a businessman, I went to the station the next day and signed off. At first, it was just to piss him off, but... well, it grew on me. I like helping people and putting bad guys in jail. It’s honest work.”
--> annika vanhoulsen
--> detective with a knife collection, a short temper, and a pastel goth aesthetic
“you say, ‘come over baby, i think you’re pretty’. i’m okay, if you think i’m pretty, you should see me in a crown. i’m gonna run this nothing town. watch me make ‘em bow, one by, one by, one”
“I said, don’t call me Anni. Only Cary gets to call me that,” Annika said, glancing to Carlos.
“But why? It’s a cute name. It fits you.”
“Do I look like the type of person to be called cute?”
Cary frowned as she considered that. At five-two with a pink and pastel aesthetic as well as a tendency to eat sweets on the job, she was, in fact, the type of person to be called cute. However, her explosive attitude for more than enough to make up for it.
That did not match up with Carlos’ personality, which has lead to a lot of fights between them. Those two really needed to get a room.
-> jordie lapiz
-> theif with an apology to make and a family to protect
“hey, brother, there’s an endless road to rediscover. hey, sister, know the water’s sweet but blood is thicker. oh, if the sky were falling down, for you, there’s nothing in this world i wouldn’t do”
age: 30
sexuality: straight
birthday: october 28th
zodiac sign: scorpio
strengths: discreet, loyal, adaptable
weaknesses: dishonest, devious, rash
likes: cigarettes, drawing, video games, soccer
dislikes: lawyers, books, messes, the cold
powers?: electric manipulation
It took a moment for Cary to realize that Jordie was staring at her, and she looked his way, narrowed his eyes. “What?”
Jordie, in response, took a sip of his drink. “I just forgot how good you looked in a dress, that’s all,” Jordie responded, and Cary blushed, let out a sigh.
“Can you stop staring and keep your eyes peeled for this guy? Because if he sees you before one of us sees him, he’ll either run or start shooting, neither of which will be good for me.”
“Since when did you become a workaholic?” Jordie asked.
Cary rolled her eyes and leaned back from the banister, turned towards Jordie. He was dressed in a tux, but still had a ragged look about his face, a stubble of a beard going. Those dammned ocean-blue eyes pierced hers.
“Why would you care about that, Lapiz?” Cary replied, unable to keep the bitterness out of her voice. Jordie’s Adam’s Apple bobbed, and he glanced away.
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🌟 When your OC loses all hope, who do they turn to first? What helps make them feel better? What calms them down and reassures them? Why?
☀️ What makes your OC genuinely happy? A person, an item, their hobby? Where is the place they’re happiest, or most at home? What is the happiest they’ve ever been?
🌙 If your OC could have one wish come true what would it be and why? Would there be consequences to this wish or would they regret it once they get what they want? What would they give in return for this wish to come true?
❄️ What makes your OC sad, so sad that they can’t help but cry all day? How do they cheer themself up? Does their sadness upset any of their loved ones too?
🔥 If your OC known for having temper tantrums? If not, what gets them really angry? What makes their blood BOIL? Is there anyway to calm them down or are they unstoppable? What are they like when they’re angry? Do they take it out on their loved ones?
❤️ What would your OC’s ideal lover be like? Appearnce, personality, voice? Would their family approve or would it be civil war?
🕊️ Would your OC ever get married or are they already wed? If they’re married, describe what their wedding was like! If not, describe their ideal wedding (or do this if you feel like it anyway!)
🍼 Does your OC have any children or want children? What names would they pick? Are they good with kids or a complete disaster?
☕ Give us one (or more if you feel like it) of your OCs deep dark secrets! Why do they keep it hidden? Spill the tea!
🍂 What are their opinions on the different seasons? Which one do they hate and which one do they love and why?
🦋 If your OC could change everything (or just something) about their life would they? What would they change? What do they think would happen if they did? What would their loved ones think?
💐 Does your OC like flowers? What are their favourites? Do they keep a garden of some sort? What flowers would they use in a flower crown? (and if you like, research the meanings behind those flowers!)
🌼 Write a short drabble from your OCs POV meeting their LI (or if they don’t have a love interest, their best friend. If you don’t want to do a drabble, describe their first meeting instead!)
🥀 Has your OC ever been hurt by someone they love? Ever been betrayed? Abused? Attacked? Give me the angst! (if you’d like, write a short drabble about it!)
🏞️ If your OC could travel to anywhere in their world where would they go? Why? If they could live there would they?
🏡 Describe your OCs ideal house! Give us a tour around! What’s their garden like? Their bedroom? Kitchen? Where is it and how many people live there?
🔪 Has your OC ever killed someone? Ever had to defend themselves against violence? How did this make them feel? Or, alternatively, has your OC ever attacked someone? Seen someone die?
💎 Does your OC collect anything? Is there a reason? When did they start and is it beginning to turn into a little bit of a hoarding issue? What do they do with their collection?
📚 If your OC was given some kind of forbiddon knowledge, what would they do with it? Would they tell anyone? Use it for evil or good? How would it change their outlook on life, if at all?
🌗 Early mornings or late nights? What do they spend their time doing during these hours?
👑 If your OC was made royal (or is royal) how would they use their power? Are they a good leader or bad? Do their subjects like them or is it ‘off with their head’? Do they enjoy being royal?
💕 How is your OC like with physical affection? What are their boundries? Do they enjoy being touched or is that a no-go? Is there any reason behind this?
☁️ What’s something your OC wishes they could forget? Why is this? Or, what is something that your OC has forgotten? (or do both!)
👀 Describe your OC through the eyes of another person! (bonus + specify who)
❓ A random fact or short drabble! Or make up your own question to ask the OC!
--> alex sayhan
--> detective, cary’s best friend, and home-grown gentlemen
“lately i’ve been, i’ve been losing sleep, dreaming about the things that we could be. but baby i’ve been, i’ve been praying hard, said no more counting dollars, we’ll be counting stars”
Cary suddenly let out a yawn, feeling sleep tugging at her eyes, and she leaned back on the couch, setting down the binoculars. Alex seemed to notice this, because she saw him staring at her out of the corner of her eye.
“Yeah?” She asked, looking to him.
“You should get some sleep,” Alex said, and Cary frowned.
“I’m good. I don’t need to sleep.”
“Then why are you yawning?”
Cary went to refute that statement, but the words died on her tounge when she caught the way the sun turned Alex’s eyes into tea, mouth going dry, cheeks warming. Quickly, she turned away, unable to say anything, because she was tired, but there was no way in hell she was going to fall asleep right now, not when she had work to do.
Alex let out a sigh. “You’re so stubborn, you know that, right?” He said, and Cary rolled her eyes, rubbed her eyes.
“I’m not tired,” Cary said, leaning forward and bringing the binoculars back up to her eyes, blinking rapidly.
“Cary, get some sleep for God’s sake. I got this.”
“Like I said, I’m not tired, but even if I was, there’s no beds in this place.”
“Just... lay down on the couch. I don’t mind.”
“I’m good, Alex. Trust me.”
Alex didn’t reply with words, but instead, he wrapped one arm around her shoulder and pulled her towards him, her head gently hitting his shoulder. Cary’s cheeks heated up even more, and she looked up to him.
“Wh-what the hell are you doing?” Cary asked, flustered.
“You need to get some sleep,” Alex insisted nonchalantly, snatching the binoculars from Cary’s hand. Cary went to protest, but... Saints, he was so warm, and she was tired, and...
“Fine, you win this one,” Cary muttered, putting her feet up on the couch, closing her eyes, and she quickly fell into sleep.
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–> cary catoni
–> detective with a cup full of black coffee and a vow to never love again
“are you insane like me? been in pain like me? bought a hundred-dollar bottle of champagne like me? just to pour that motherfucker down the drain like me? would you use your water bill to dry the stain like me?”
age: 29
sexuality: bisexual
birthday: september 2nd, 1996
zodiac sign: virgo
strengths: analytical, loyal, just
weaknesses: mistrustful, perfectionist, workaholic
likes: cats, coffee, strawberry jam tarts, books
dislikes: motorcycles, uncleanliness, working with others
powers?: fire manipulation
The golden letters of Stefano’s bar were a comfort to Cary as she pulled up, parking in a rarely-seen parking space right next to the bar. When she walked in, the familiar smell of whiskey hung in the air.
Next to her, the sign said Please Seat Yourself :), so Cary walked into the back, where the bar, drinks, friends, and comfort were waiting. Screw coffee. She needed something stronger after what happened last night.
Only a few people milled about, many of them in a large group in one corner of the bar, by the pool tables. But other than that, it was empty, which lessened Cary’s anxiety by some degree. She figured that, if it was as full as it usually was, she would be well on her way to crazy town.
Stefano’s bar was one of the few places she ever felt safe, and today, it was a well-needed blessing.
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Even though I’ve sent in my manuscript many times, I’m getting a lot of rejections from pretty much everyone I sent it to. Case and point:
I’ve been working on this book ever since Sophomore year of high school - back in 2015. I first completed it back in 2017 and uploaded it for self-publishing, but the file got corrupted somehow and I spent a little over a year fixing it up and improving it. My first round of submitting my manuscript didn’t go so well. All the agents and publishing houses usually just said that they “weren’t interested” or “didn’t think they would be a good fit.” After that, I went in again along with some betas and added in new changes. This recent round of submitting turned up the same results, but I have received helpful advice from agents and publishers as to why they turned me down.
SO…
I need your help. I’m just a college student, so I can’t say that I can pay any of you back. There’s nothing I can pay or offer any of you if you help me, really. Even so, I still ask that you all lend me a hand. Words could simply not express how grateful I would be. All I need is a group of new betas who would be willing to read the manuscript of Blood Tournaments, in its entirety, and provide me with constructive criticism, advice, and analysis.
You guys don’t have to if you don’t want to or if you can’t. Believe me, I totally understand. But if you can lend a fellow writer a hand, I would be eternally grateful. If you’re interested, please let me know ASAP. Thank you all very much.
Hello everyone! My name is Minka, and I’ve decided that I want to get serious about working on my WIPs. Hopefully posting about them and being involved with the writeblr community will help me with that! I’ll most likely be posting about my writing, general writing advice and positivity, and other people’s WIPs if I find them interesting.
About me:
I’m 18, and going into my sophomore year as a journalism major
I’m ace but my romantic orientation is a mystery to me
My favorite genres to write are fantasy and paranormal, but I enjoy reading many different genres
Outside of writing, my main hobbies are drawing and knitting
My main WIPs:
Willow Creek Witches - YA, contemporary fantasy. When Madison is sent to stay with an aunt she barely knows in Willow Creek, Maine, for the summer, she’s expecting nothing more than a few boring months in an isolated small town. But Willow Creek is full of secrets, some more dangerous than others, and when Madison inadvertently wakes an ancient evil, she’ll have to uncover them quickly in order to save the town from destruction. (Current status: first draft | tag: #willow creek witches)
The Mysterious Disappearance of Raine Kearney - NA, urban fantasy. Seven months ago, Lorraine Kearney walked out of house in Darson, Massachusetts, with nothing but the clothes on her back, hitchhiked out of town, and disappeared. Yesterday, she woke up in Los Angeles with no memory of anything that happened to her after that night. The explanation? Raine was possessed by a demon, and it seems like it’s not gone yet. If she wants to get rid of it and get back home, she’ll have to find a way to unlock her memories and figure out what actually happened while it was possessing her - and what it intends to do next. (Current status: outline | tag: #MDRK)
Feel free to send me asks about them, or about anything else you’d like to talk about. I’d also love to get to know the community, so if you’re an active writeblr, please interact with this post so I can check you out and maybe give you a follow!
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