[miri--writes]

Welcome!

I’m Miranda. This is my side blog for my writing and creative process. After a long time thinking about it, I’ve decided to share my stories here, with all the love I have for the worlds and characters that inspire me.

I’ve been creating fanfics and art for most of my life, but this is the first time I’m sharing them publicly, so please be kind if you leave feedback. I truly appreciate constructive comments.

If you’d like to see my illustrations and design work, you can find me at @rebicha.

All my fic links are on AO3 🌟 Miri__Writes

🐎🐌Slow Horses (books and show)

This Hunger is a Blessing (One shot. River/Spider, canon-divergent, gothic with horror imagery).

The Long Game (Multichapter plot-heavy slow burn. Finished)

A Study in Strays (Multichapter, Christmassy vibes, part of Holiday Bingo Challenge 2025, finished).

In Bad Company (collection focused on Shirley and River's friendship); includes:

This Wall Keeps Growing

The Mess We Make

Collateral Grace

The Inverted Man (Multichapter, part of Whumptober 2025, finished).

🗡️LOTR (books and movies) + RoP

Amid Ruin (One shot. Elrond-focused character study after the Sack of Eregion.)

📼Stranger Things

Byler Scenes in Vol. 3 (or collection of scenes that should have taken place in the finale, but sadly didn't).

Still Here, Before The Storm Breaks

A Name Like A Shield

🎵Sleep Token

What Lies at the Edge (WIP)

[miri--writes]

“I know you're angry,” Louisa said. The directness caught Emma off guard. She adjusted. “I'm not angry.” “You went to Wales. And you didn't have to. And you got…” “I went because I thought it mattered. What happened to you.”

H O L L O W C O U N T R Y

Read on AO3

When the niece of Oliver Nash, Head of the Limitations Committee, goes missing, Emma Flyte brings in the one person she trusts to help and can still, if necessary, deny. Because Louisa Guy is not really MI5; she is one of those who inhabit thresholds, between what’s alive, what’s never quite gone, and what’s rotting, buried.

But instead of a missing-persons case, both learn that something in the Fens—that wants to remain nameless and hidden in the dark—has been collecting the overlooked and the disposable for years. And these flatlands do not give the truth up easily; not the earth, not the water, not the dead

Huge thanks to @therineye for beta-reading!

[tinkertailorsoldierguy]

Crazy to think David Cartwright was like, “I know a lifetime of state secrets, I should start revealing some of them to the child in my custody, that’s a healthy way to form a bond”

[miri--writes]

H O L L O W C O U N T R Y

In preparation for the first chapter this Sunday, here's one of the many illustrations I created for the animation, and a playlist of songs I've been listening to while writing and drawing.

The illustrations became more complex as I noticed I needed more elements and scenes. I like this one particularly, there's something serene about it. Maybe I'll share others in the future.

The land is sinking. It has been for centuries. Sometimes the earth gave her what the people would not.

[beloved-child-of-the-house]

aftercare for posting on ao3

[beloved-child-of-the-house]

your fic was good you did grammar good you’re the kind of freak people like everything’s cool dude :^)

[miri--writes]

me, looking at my WIP: ah yes, tragedies where no matter what you do, you're never what your father/brother/family expects of you, they have shaped you against your will, and you may fight it, the legacy of violence, the ugly things inside, you may kill and fight again convinced there's a way our of it, but it always ends the same way; they want to destroy you much as they want to have you in their lives, and the few moments when you are vulnerable enough to put into words, it costs you everything.

me, looking at my watchlist: ah yes, tragedies where no matter what you do....

[jedinightsister]

twitter being a p.o.s. again but the flyguy agenda cannot be stopped!!

[miri--writes]

H O L L O W C O U N T R Y

The land is sinking. It has been for centuries. Sometimes the earth gave her what the people would not.

A Slow Horses fanfiction | May 2026

What if, against all odds, Emma and Louisa ended up investigating a missing person's case, a cult without a name and a landscape that has been keeping secrets far longer than MI5 has existed?

[ohgodthebrainworms]

something very viscerally enjoyable about watching a hot british man suffer

[the-grey-books]

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[hr-twink]

or whateverrrrrrr

[mosslingg]

My liege im sorry to break it to you but your advisor that's actually evil and wants you dead turned out to be straight. I know you really wanted to have an enemies to lovers situation with him. Yeah I'm afraid the poisoning didn't hold any romantic intent behind it. The king of the enemy kingdom is bisexual though, I could send him a letter? Yes, I'll make sure to include multiple threats of homoerotic nature. You will have your toxic yaoi, my liege

[miri--writes]

First Lines Tag Game

Thank you @tinkertailorsoldierguy

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 fics (posted or WIP) and see if there's a pattern

Hollow Country (WIP) - Her face looked peaceful under the dim light of a clouded, sinking sun.

The Inverted Man -The sound came first.

This Hunger Is A Blessing - He felt it trickling down his chin, thick and warm.

A Study in Strays - "Got your advent calendar, ma'am?" said the boy.

Collateral Grace - It was getting colder, his breath blooming into pale vapour in the night.

This Wall Keeps Growing - Shirley was sitting on the steps of St. Leonard's Church, her right foot bouncing as usual.

The Mess We Make - The kitchen was dimly lit, last night’s mugs still scattered across the counter.

Amid Ruin - In the dying hours,  when the thickening twilight bled into the bruised heavens, Eregion lay desolate

Well... definitely I've got an issue with variety. The weather, the weatheeeeeeerrrrr. To be fair, I like opening sentences that are kind of in media res, and also sort of atmospheric, or setting an emotional tone. But I guess I can improve, as usual!

This was super helpful!

Whoever wants to participate, you're welcome to do so! I would love to read yours, but no pressure @dreamer-98, @therineye @catherinestandishstits @ohgodthebrainworms @joecountry

[tinkertailorsoldierguy]

i don't really know why i made this, it's mostly just people saying "river" or "cartwright" or "river cartwright"

[lorquiana]

5 emmys for rosalind eleazar's stop fucking lying to me scream on the helipad...... louisa spends so little time the entire season actively grieving and before that point only really when standish tells her and goes straight back into work . she's So cool and calm dealing with pashkin (it won't affect anything ! ) until that point when it comes out like she can't quite control it anymore and then she gets a lid on it again. also she's threatening to kill pashkin with a wrench . shes everything to me i love when women have toxic coping mechanisms and olympic level emotional repression skills what a character .

[lorquiana]

anyway my takeaway from slow horses. 1. Women 2. river cartwright most aromantic man who hasnt worked it out yet alive

[rebicha]

Posting this one frame/panel on its own, part of a larger illustration sequence based on the fic This Hunger Is A Blessing🩸

Showing my progress helps motivation a lot. I'm enjoying trying new things with illustrations, especially new brushes 🖌️ quality will be better when clicking on the picture

[rebicha]

Second frame ready!

I've been so busy lately, I couldn't manage to finish all of it, but I'm getting there.

Inspired by my fic part of a larger illustration sequence based on the fic This Hunger Is A Blessing🩸