Hello, writeblr! You can call me Mic (he/him, mid-20s). I'm a writer of both original fiction and fanfiction, and an on-and-off writeblr regular since 2019. Back to ease myself into writing again after a 2-year-long hiatus. Because of the adult themes in my work, I would prefer to keep this blog 18+. Interactions will probably be sparse while I reacquaint myself with the community. Temporarily closed to tag/ask games!
My writing—
★ I write romance, paranormal, sci-fi and horror, in various combinations. Most of my protagonists are trans men.
★ NSFW excerpts will be tagged #nsft and content labeled as mature. Also, if I'm currently working on fanfic, the fandom and pairing will be mentioned in my WIP list below the cut. Blacklist and block as needed.
★ Favorite tropes: redemption arcs, unreliable narrators, religious (specifically biblical) symbolism and imagery, body horror, complex villains, repressed characters, enemies-to-lovers and enemies-who-are-lovers, hope against hope, exploring what it means to be (in)human
★ All my writing can be found under the tag "#my writing". For individual WIP tags, check below the cut!
My WIPs—
GRAVITATION
— type: original novel (est. final wc ~90k)
— genre: paranormal(/sci-fi) polyamorous romance
— rating: adult fiction
— status: active (third draft)
— tag: #wip: gravitation
— summary:
Henry does not expect to see his ex, Damien, ever again, considering it's been three years and some change since he was broken up with –through text– and promptly cut off from Damien's life.
He definitely doesn't expect to see him again at Damien's own funeral.
But Damien had never been good at commitment — to people or to plans. And as it turns out, in his hurry to erase Henry from his life, he forgot to erase him from his papers. Specifically, the one declaring Henry his emergency contact, responsible for handling Damien's affairs in the case of his death.
That's how Henry ends up in San Francisco with his husband Vin, an ex to bury, and a whole lot of ghosts from his past to confront.
Both figuratively and literally.
Wouldn't you rather be a widow than a divorcée?
— type: fanfiction oneshot (est. final wc ~15-20k)
— fandom & pairing: JJBA Part 1; Phantom Blood. Jonathan/Dio.
— rating: M, verging on E
— tropes: marriage of (one-sided) convenience, mutual pining, internalized homophobia/transphobia, religious symbolism, unreliable narrator
— status: active (first drafting)
— tag: #wip: wouldn't you rather
— summary:
The worst time to realize you're not in love with someone is as you're telling them “I do” at the altar.
The worst time to realize you are in love with someone is immediately after you've broken your marriage to them off on your wedding night.
Well, they do say denial is a river in Egypt and Dio knows exactly where he wants to spend their honeymoon.
Aside from these two main projects, I'm bouncing around a few more stories (mostly fanfics, but not exclusively) in varied stages of progress. When and if I start working on them consistently enough to consider them "active" WIPs, they will be added to this post. In the meantime, I might still mention them or post excerpts and I'm happy to chat about any of my works, regardless of whether they're listed here. :)
Being a writer is hearing a new song, going "oh no", and surfacing a week and a half later with 50,000 words added to your WIP while you have lost track of time, space, food, and social obligations
Sometimes having an OC is like "this character is an outlet for my insecurity and trauma" and sometimes it's like "this character is an outlet for my love of vampires :)". Sometimes it's both
Sometimes you think it's "this character is an outlet for my love and nothing more :)" and then you look it over later like "shit. product of the deepest depths of my soul again"
Hey, man, c'mere. Listen. Get in real close, this is important.
You're gonna make stuff again. You're gonna make stuff you're proud of. You're gonna make stuff you're excited to share. You're going to feel that overwhelming drive to create, not just the frantic I want to want to you're stuck in now. You're going to have awesome ideas, and you're going to make them into reality. You're going to create again. You're still an artist. You're still a writer. You're still home to the same passion you had before. You'll find it again. It's not gone. It's just resting. Let it rest. You're going to make stuff again. I promise.
