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Micah Keys McKey

✘ FC: Joe Keery + Cis-male + He/Him 

species: Pure Bloodline Sorcerer

nicknames: Keys!!!! Do not call him Micah without explicit permission.

birthday / age: February 14 (Pisces)  / Age 30 

sexuality: You can imagine him laughing, shrugging and never actually answering this question.

status: Autistic Queer Disaster

height: 5′11 but if he tells you 6′ he’s having a really good day

occupation: Musician and producer, mostly. But he's passionate about botany and used his knowledge to open his own successful dispensary chain that is a front for servicing supernatural being's needs when it comes to tinctures, potions, herbs, and sourcing material for them.

PERSONALITY TRAITS

(+) generous, eccentric, romantic    (+ / - ) observant, secretive, charming  (-) guarded, unpredictable

NAVIGATION / TAGS :

𝔹𝕚𝕠 ▶ 𝕎𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 ℙ𝕝𝕠𝕥𝕤 ▶

social media ▶ important articles ▶ musings ▶ personality ▶ work  ▶ self paras

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He doesn’t know it, but he’s making sounds in his sleep. It had been the first he’d manage to get in days. Even if it was in the back of his favorite bookshop in the middle of the night. For months and months on end, Keys had been coming to merely get away from his own office or penthouse or whatever random hotel he found himself at for the night for a multitude of reasons. It had to do with the smell of the books and how they had remained a constant comfort in his life. Flipping through pages to learn about the herbs and flowers he intended to grow once he “made it” for hours on end was almost as satisfying as getting a tune to work right. And yeah, maybe it had to do with the girl who had the kind of smile that made him forget the sky had fallen dark. Every night, his heart would race with anticipation, eager to see the light of her smile and the radiance of her eyes. Her smile was like a beacon of hope, a glimmer of joy that lit up the darkness of the night. Every conversation with her was a journey of discovery, as she shared the treasures of her mind that had been cultivated through countless hours of reading and contemplation. And when she spoke of her passions, her hands danced with excitement, as if the very air around them was charged with energy.

He was drawn to the particular shade of blue in her eyes, as if they held a universe of secrets and sorrows. But he could sense the weight of her burdens, the pain and sadness that she carried within. And yet, even in the midst of it all, she was a shining star, a beacon of creativity and hope.

As he watched her fingers move across the keys, he could feel the weight of her emotions, the passion and intensity that she poured into every note. And as the music swelled and filled the air around them, he knew that he was in the presence of something truly special. But there was an heir about her he couldn’t shake. He could see and hear in how sad and heavy her undertones were in his head. She had a story riddled with sadness and he could tell. He could always tell.

He was good at it. Too good at it, in fact. Sometimes he was pretty sure he was cursed with being able to feel things radiating from others he never even asked or wondered about. One of the many abilities he finds himself here for with the pretty girl who smells of paint and sunshine and infinite aged pages. To research why he’s able to do it. Most of the things he’s able to do, while he has an understanding of the technicalities by now, he still has no understanding as to why his magic has always been....different. To the extent that he learned when he was young to keep quiet about being able to usually use it without casting spells. People tended to be curious and of course, he learned far too young that even those he thought he could trust would take advantage of his abilities in a heartbeat if they could. It put him in danger. Unfortunately for him, the older he gets, the more these “abilities” begin to pop up spontaneously. Something inside him feels like it’s buzzing, and the more intrusive the feeling gets, the more powerful the appearance of the abilities becomes. The thing is he can’t seem to control when or where they happen and being a public figure means the possibility of it happening in front of an actual audience is far too real. He’s lucky enough it hasn’t already, but he continues his so far useless search at the only place that gives him peace these days. With the only smile that seems to be doing the same...

𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 // 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

Just a few weeks out from the grammy awards, you wouldn’t be able to tell the almost mousy looking man, squinting at the screen in front of him despite the fact he’s wearing glasses, this very same man isn’t only performing, but nominated five times over. Last year’s “DECIDE” was keys first solo album in almost four years. In fact, this isn’t his first year nominated. Spoiler alert: he’s already got a bountiful awards shelf he’s probably hiding in an underground bunker somewhere. Keys career as a songwriter, composer and producer has been thriving behind the scenes more than ever. He’s one of the most in demand and selective producers in the scene, since he found himself thrown into it with a viral hit that sent his career sky rocketing right out the gate, almost ten years ago now. The musician has spent the years building a small empire, and filling the time releasing singles that always find their way, sitting comfortably in the top offerings of the billboard chart when released, his biggest hits so far are ones he’s crafted for others. Ones you probably know. Keys is a rarity in this business. A truly authentic, self made, naturally talented multi-tool of sorts, although he’s quick to shoot down most any praise, becoming visibly uncomfortable when you do so. Running a hand through his famed and, at the moment, naturally tousled hair, his nose wrinkles with a mix of disdain and undeniable boyish charm.

“It’s all just necessity. Survival. But I think people get it wrong when I say that it’s not so much a choice for me. Anything that comes out of me manifests itself because I literally wouldn’t be able to function, not knowing how, otherwise.” There’s a contemplative pause as he leans forward, glasses glinting in the light through the fog of the joint he’s now lit after giving up on the e-mail and being asked if it’s even okay to do that in here. To this, there’s a short burst of laughter before he hops out of his chair and onto his desk with the ease of a kid. He completely ignores how confused I must look and points up at the meshed parts of the ceiling. “State-of-the-art air filters. Which I know sounds like some bougie bullshit, but this city is gross. I know being a probable petri dish for a zombie outbreak is part of its charm, but nobody enjoys coming to work sick. I like to take care of my people so, they get the bougie bullshit.” The musician finally hops down and returns to his chair, doing a few spins while he continues to smoke. Before, finally, he at least seems to the question that led to all of this. ‘How do you make this look so easy?’ A question that almost made him look offended for a brief moment. Although there’s not a hint of it in his tone. “It doesn’t come ‘easy’ to me. It never did. It still doesn’t. I learned because it kept me breathing. All this extra shit, the money, the fame, the optics. I don’t give a shit about any of it. But that doesn’t mean the endeavour isn’t entirely unselfish. I want to be heard. It’s the easiest way to connect to people for me and that’s so vital. Which is why it’s more important than ever to be a little more transparent and accessible when it comes to what I say and how I sound.” I can only describe the look in his eye as determined realization, rounded out by a natural, magnetic softness that surrounds him. “Shedding a layer is just another necessary step for me right now. Figuring out how to balance keeping the parts of me to myself that I need while toeing the line as an artist is hard, but I’m trusting myself along with what the music is telling me. The stories. Leading them a little more than letting them lead me.” The way he explains his process and reasoning is unique. He speaks of the songs and his talents as if they’re entities of their own and it’s hard not to believe just that, listening to the conviction and raw sincerity in the way he does it.