hello ! welcome to my writeblr, a community to which i am new, though i am not new to writing in the slightest! my name's morgan, i'm 21, and i use she/her pronouns. i dabble in different writing styles based on a story's themes and/or characters, but i tend to write more poetic and flowery prose because i'm like that. and it's fun! demanding, but fun.
i'm a writer of both original fiction and fanfiction, mainly focusing on character studies. i usually keep my writing pretty realistic, enjoying a more slice-of-life approach, but i'm down to explore anything that interests me. i love writing about the human mind and anything that stems from that, particularly angst, but any triggering themes on this blog will be tagged accordingly!
a goal of mine is to get better at creating interesting original characters and fleshing them out. i have a lot of trouble creating ocs i actually like ( hence why i usually write fics ), but i'd really like to get better with this! i also want to write more than i do and get comfortable sharing my work to a more active audience. connecting with other writers is also something i deeply crave, so don't hesitate to interact! i'd love to read your stuff!
btw i love 90s rock. talk to me about 90s rock and we'll be best friends <3
woo boy! i said i wasn’t dead then i died. what else is new? in actuality, life has been a little rough but god DAMN i am itching to write something. i think i just have no clue what i want to write. no plots in mind. anyone have any kind of good writing activities / prompts / games or something to get back into the groove? on another note, i hope everyone here has been okay!
i'm not dead!!! i swear!! i've just had a lot going on, no motivation to write, etc etc ... but i'm still here dw <3 hope everyone's been doing okay tho??
HAHAHA yes i do play guitar! not insanely well or anything, but the ability is there. that's really cool you play bass tho! looks like we're gonna have to put a writing band together yk?
give short descriptions of all the main characters for [WIP].
what makes you love writing?
what does it take for you to be proud of something you’ve written?
what do you think is the most important part of writing?
are your projects driven more by character or plot?
what books have shaped the way you think about writing the most? why?
which of your own projects have shaped your writing the most? in what way?
what are you best and worst at when writing?
which patterns keep popping up in your projects/characters?
give three songs or images that fit [WIP].
give three songs or images that fit [character].
describe your writing style.
what is your speed when writing?
what do drafting and revision look like for you?
to what extent do you research for your writing?
how do you determine what mood each project has?
how do what you look for in your own writing vs someone else’s coincide? how does your writing influence your reading?
do you plan out your projects? if yes, to what level? how well do you stick to your plans?
where do you begin a WIP? ex: a mood, a scene, a certain character dynamic, etc. does this differ per project?
what are the most important facets of creating a character, to you?
how much of your own self/experiences do you believe pours into your projects? if this differs per project, which projects have the most and least of you?
what do you do to engage with your projects which isn’t actually writing? ex: playlists, pinterest boards, etc. how much do they play a role in the development of your work?
ummm some writing i did today <3 is it a lot? no. is there any direction? no. but i got something down! (hoping to write more today lol)
pricks of soft fingertips scaled up the curve of celes' arm, dulled beating taps that hinted at whatever dumb song was currently stuck in dakota's head. probably something hard. probably something metal. celes had never been into that kind of thing, screamed lyrics and patches of voice screeching through bent and broken earphones, but dakota loved it. low, gravelly hums scratching through their throat, an amalgamation of vocals and instrumentals piecing together their rendition. dark eyes fluttered shut, pinned down as celes listened, letting dakota tap the pattern of music against her skin. felt her face push into a hint of curiosity as she heard the cadence, the notes somewhat off-pitched by dakota's less than stellar singing. celes couldn't help it. “what stupid song are you humming now?” she asked, cracking an eye open.
also guys .... please infodump about your favorite wip. comment or reblog or tag me in a post just pleaaaase i wanna read more things <3 & feel free to tag me in posts where your writing is on display! i'd love to read!
very much obsessed with naive, happy go lucky characters slowly but surely morphing into hardened and darker versions of themselves that have become nearly unrecognizable to who they were at the start 🤍
thanks for tagging me @morgayz this gives me a chance to share the first sneak peek of my wip and introduce the kind of things that our main character, wilma, gets up to in her spare time 🐦🩸enjoy!
She thumbed at the faint flutter in its orange belly, a feeble heartbeat, fooled by the tremble of her own hands—until it began to leak—slippery wet beads of scarlet, fresh enough to draw steam into the frosted air.
tagging @leechjuice & whoever else would like to go for it
thank you @that-cyber-writer for the tag! i love the writing you shared about raz 👀 that's also a really cool name for a character.
here's the last line i ended up writing before my small break! more to do with my cult ocs <3 it's technically two lines but i figured i'd give you lovelies an extra sentence because i've been gone lolol.
A constricting, writhing mass of blood-soaked bodies had made room in Alexander's head for years. Nestled into the deepest crevices, oozing and gushing painted images that smeared through each crime scene, past pictures haunting whatever body it was Alexander saw next.
i hereby tag some new moots - @cruelflesh, @missionsparrow, @avasghost, @phtharticdelights, and @elsie-writes! no pressure but go crazy go wild i'd love to see what you guys have written recently :3
btw, thank you to everyone for all the new follows! i have some free time today, so i'm going to go through and check everyone out <3 can't wait to see more fun wips and meet some new people!
heyyy all! sorry for the small bout of inactivity, had some personal stuff going on ( good stuff, actually! ) so i've been a bit busy, but hopefully i can make some time to write soon and shower all of you wonderful people with love. i'll catch up on everyone's posts hopefully soon lol
Charlie Morland is the daughter of two crossers—people who were displaced into our world, parallel to theirs, at the time of the Crash. Two lycanthropes separated from their own world—and pack—with no way to ever return, the Morlands navigated this new, post-apocalyptic America with caution and resentment.
They conceived a child who they gifted with the bite at a very early age, to ensure that, if she survived it, she would be at her absolute strongest. Charlie did survive, and did grow strong, and was raised on her parents' rhetoric isolated in the wilderness just long enough for it to be forever imprinted on her mind.
Finally, when she was twelve, her parents, their hopes for the future pinned entirely on her, dispatched Charlie to a human community alone so she would be taken in as another orphan.
It was the only way; the Morland couple were not accepted in society. There was something about the way they interacted with humans that felt off, uncanny. Truth was, they had been isolated from humans even in their own world. But then, they had a pack; there had been no need. Now, even if they forcibly turned more humans, they would not have the charisma to convince them to join their pack.
Their legacy was at stake.
Enter Charlie, malleable and utterly devoted to the mission her parents had set her on. In this human community she was an outcast, but still young enough to learn. Observant and intuitive, she picked up on the correct social cues that eluded her parents, and adapted herself into a little girl teeming with charisma. All the while, she let not a single soul in on her secret, and each month would endure the agonizing process of suppressing her full moon transformations with silver in order to to keep it.
By her late teens, Charlie had succeeded in bridging the gap between her kind and the humans of our world. Free to roam the country as she saw fit, she now sought the cream of the crop for her pack.
Most that she turned accidentally (during her transformations when she was not in control of her decisions) did not make the cut; she left them to deal with their new problems without ever revealing herself to them. The way Charlie saw it, she had given them a gift.
Lucas Jones was the first she convinced to her side. And now with her loyal attack dog, Charlie has spent the last few years roaming the country, recruiting. But as the anti-crosser sentiment picks up steam in human communities, she feels more and more agitated—and righteous—about the way the new supernatural creatures of our world are—and should be—treated.
