▸ ABOUT
hello, writeblr! I'm Trystan. I'm in my early 30's, non-binary, transmasc, bi/grayaroace, chronically ill, and neurodivergent. My pronouns are he/him or they/them. And, of course, I'm a writer and aspiring novelist.
I try to write a variety of genres, but most of my fiction is speculative in some fashion. My favorites are fantasy, sci-fi, horror, and romance. I usually have queer characters, and I tend to favor non-binary and trans protagonists.
What else? I'm a caffeine addicted vegetarian, I have a cat and a nano cherry shrimp tank, and I'm trying to be more active on social media, despite the anxiety it gives me.
Below are some links to find me elsewhere, as well as summaries of my current two wips. I'm looking for more writeblrs to follow, so follow or interact with this post and I'll definitely check out your blog!
▸ LINKS
twitter // wattpad // archive of our own // spotify
▸ WORKS IN PROGRESS
under the cut
▸ just breathe
When Oliver was sixteen, his family went on vacation in Florida. And, as he swam, a rip current pulled him out into the Atlantic. The last thing he remembered before he woke up, choking on salt water, was a merman, pulling him towards land.
The story of his rescue and survival made the international news, and changed the trajectory of his life. After all, it wasn't every day that merpeople were discovered to be real.
Five years later, he is the newest employee at Ocean Adventure, the largest aquarium in the Midwest, just in time for them to unveil their latest attraction - the first merman on display for the public.
Oliver plans on using his new position to expose the mistreatment and intelligence of the merman, but his plans are derailed when the new exhibit is revealed to be the very merman who saved his life.
▸ rapture's end
The end of the world has come and gone. And Earth, the battleground between Heaven and Hell, is a wasteland, where the remnants of humanity attempt to scrape out an existence. Creatures from myth roam the land, and the only thing more dangerous than meeting a demon on the road is meeting an angel.
Jack is a lone wayfarer, traveling between ruined cities, hunting and scavenging what he needs to survive. It's a hard life, but it's the only one he knows. He barely remembers life before the end, before the demons rose up and the angels descended and started killing everything.
When he meets Khaeris, the first non-human he's ever come across who doesn't try to kill him on sight, Jack discovers a heritage he never dreamed of.
What I love the most is when a story is told and there aren't any sequels, the story is over, but there are other stories set in the same world which occasionally mention the characters from the first story like oh! They're happy! They're living quiet unassuming lives!!! They have no more story to tell except the story of living peacefully!
Handcuffed characters using their handcuffs to strangle their captors and thereby turning their restraints into weapons, flipping symbolic defeat into real danger, making their captors the one in chains....very fun
one-sided platonic feelings always hit me so hard. like. i want you to love me like a son, but to you i’m not much more than a servant. i swore our oath of brotherhood out of real devotion, and you swore it out of convenience. i want to go to the ends of the earth and the depths of hell for you and follow you until the end of time, and in your mind that’s no more than what i owe you
im an absolute fan of when characters have their own twisted perceptions of love. like holy shit that guy thinks inflicting pain is affection! woah this silly man believes love is a form of ownership! give me more.
Really can't go wrong in fantasy with a giant skeleton being part of the environment. I'm talking colossal, part of the scenery bones.
Oh yes, let me wonder what the hell it is, how it died, how long it has been there. Let me walk on its ribs pathways, climb inside an eyesocket, look at where it fused with the nature around it.
I died but I came back exactly the same. You though, I came back and you were wrong. Did the fact of my dying really damage you that much? Was bringing me back worth what it cost you? Would it have been better to just leave me?
