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Queer SFF Short Fiction Collection
Ya like weird fiction? Ya like it when there’s little gay people and eldritch horrors in the same story? I’m a queer indie writer and I wrote a collection of sci-fi, fantasy, and horror short fiction called The Strange Garden and Other Weird Tales.
The ebook is only $2.99 and you can buy it here. Or you can get a shiny print copy, or even buy the audiobook!
OR you can get it for FREE if you want to review it! Just send my a message and I’ll send you the ebook.
Please rate and review, and please rb!
The incredible cover art is by Ross Setterfield.
#indie author#sci fi#fantasy#horror#queer fantasy#queer horror#queer sci fi#nonbinary protagonist#short fiction collection#writer#writerblr#new books
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Happy International Nonbinary People's Day 💛🤍💜🖤
Here are a few quick book recommendations from the two of us to celebrate, all featuring prominent nonbinary characters! From cosy graphic novels to epic fantasy, we hope you find a new favourite, and never forget you're always welcome through the bookcase, today and every day 📚💕
#international nonbinary people's day#international non-binary people's day#non-binary people's day#nonbinary people's day#nonbinary awareness week#non-binary awareness week#nonbinary books#nonbinary protagonist#book podcast#book club podcast
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Themed List: Warrior Women
Warrior Women: Butches on the Battlefield
Welcome, warriors and squires! The theme of this month’s list is Warrior Women–from the classic sword-and-shield knight, to a werewolf superhero, to mecha-piloting soldiers, these these women are here to kick ass and kiss girls 💪⚔️💋
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#action#adult books#alt history#bodyguard romance#book series#enemies to lovers#epic#fantasy#female protagonist#friends to lovers#historical fiction#horror#male protagonist#monsters#mystery#nonbinary protagonist#robots#romance#science fiction#shapeshifters
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Rough frames for my shot in a student animation I'm a part of! Animating the perspective of the room was easy enough, but animating the perspective of that shadow was an absolute challenge!
#animation#animated#student animation#sleep paralysis#sleep paralysis demon#nonbinary protagonist#rough animation#perspective change#shadow creature#animated shadow#demon#shadow demon#spooky
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Hey all, I’m currently trying to break through my writing funk by writing some Pokémon content—and right now I’m writing on a site that supports live-writing for the purposes of collaborative stories called Quests, which is a little bit like DMing for a group of people all controlling a single character.
The story, Project: Arceus, is still in its baby phase, despite it having been written almost two years ago. The protagonist, just called Protean, is the reluctantly-willing test subject of a nameless and faceless scientific organization conducting Pokémon experimentation for an unknown purpose in exchange for information about the unclear circumstances of a tragedy in their past.
If you’d like to join the quest and give me some ideas for various Game Mechanic bits and bobs based on Pokémon, the link is right here:
Project: Arceus
#Pokémon#pokémon fanfic#pokemon fanfiction#pkmn#Project: Arceus#link is sfw; site is visually sfw but ~60% smut#if you don’t want to join or don’t have time i’ll probably slowly port the story over to tumblr#maybe even to ao3#but i am terribly lonely#and chat is dreadfully empty#and i need a couple of Ideas#nonbinary protagonist#fanfiction#greninja#(not really but Reach)
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Just under 48 hours left to support The Attic Monologues season two crowdfund!
To celebrate here’s some truly fabulous art of the characters drawn by the talented Kaz Gidman, who voices Athrie Dane! ✨🌹 Aren’t Nyx and Ambrose so cute? 🥺
#audio drama#lgbtq podcasts#queer podcasts#nonbinary protagonist#auidodrama#fantasy podcast#horror podcast#lgbtq podcast#lgbt podcast#queer podcast
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Hey!!!! I wrote my first ever visual novel, it's quite queer and there's magic, strangeness and some butterflies. Its all hand illustrated using pen and watercolour. (With a tiny bit if editing to make the sprites!) Its also quick to play through, but there are a lot of different routes. If that sounds like your cup of tea, please give it a try! ^_^ <3
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It's Callie, and They are Not a Girl
So book Twitter can be a lot of fun, and book twitter is where I found Sir Callie. On a purely superficial level, there was a lot to recommend this book: a nonbinary protagonist (which is just vanishingly rare in my experience with books with LGBTQIA+ protagonists), a cover that absolutely slaps, a blurb from Tamora Pierce, and the author's very fun Twitter presence. So I got an ebook copy of the book (and have since ordered a physical copy; I tried, y'all, but I cannot do ereaders) and inhaled it in two sittings. Let's talk Sir Callie and the Champions of Helston.
*There will be brief mentions of child abuse below, so please take care of you and give this post a pass if you need or choose to! Author Esme Symes-Smith also includes a content warning at the front of this book, so cast an eye over that before you pick up the book! Again, take care of you first. The book (and this post) will be here if and/or when you are ready.*
Sir Callie is all about the experience of gender identity for kids in openly hostile environments, and Esme Symes-Smith knows that their book can be heavy at moments because they include a warning at the front of the book, which is a trend that I am a fan of. Give readers autonomy in making book choices and caring for themselves in those choices!!!
Callie is a phenomenal protagonist, because they know what they want and they are supported in going for it. However, Callie's journey becomes bigger than just achieving knighthood, it becomes about peer support and community building in a hostile environment, and it complicates what "winning" and "losing" look like in a way that is really fascinating. Callie learning in a concrete way that the word is bigger than they are and that they can make bigger waves than they thought possible is stunningly well done.
Another thing the book is not shy in exploring is how even the most supportive parents and allies can sometimes fail in support and allyship. Nick, Callie's dad, is a pretty decent ally. He took Callie away from an openly abusive home life and to a place where Callie could be supported. That said, Nick's experience is complicated by the fact that in the hierarchy of difference--which I'm gonna define in a sec here--he is far closer to what people in power consider "acceptable" than Callie is, and that colors his perception of the challenges Callie faces.
So in a paragraph-long digression, I want to define a couple of things and explain the difference between the hierarchy of difference and the oppression Olympics. The oppression Olympics are all about dismissing someone else's trauma because yours is worse. Don't do this, it's not helpful to anyone but the people doing the oppressing. There is enough space for everyone to feel their feelings, face their trauma, and heal. Now, this is absolutely not what Nick does in the novel. Nick is an openly gay man who adheres to every other standard that the social order deems "good" and "normal," so he gets significantly less resistance and stigmatization from the power structures that be than proudly and loudly nonbinary Callie does. Hierarchies of difference are complicated--and also bad, just to be clear--because where oppression Olympics can and do stop woth individuals, hierarchies of difference are often baked into systems and ideologies, conscious and unconscious biases, and regular and internalized ableism. This is way harder to be aware of for lots of people, and Nick's problem in the novel is that he doesn't recognize how high up in that hierarchy of difference he is. He almost treats his and Callie's positions as on par, and imagines that they will find the same level of mostly acceptance that he did. This is extremely not the case, but because Nick walks into Helston with that lack of awareness, his allyship with Callie takes some hits early on, and he completely misses that Willow is AFRAID of him until Callie says it outright. Nick does eventually get his allyship together, but I don't think he ever actually recognizes the hierarchy of difference operating on Helston. His partner Neal does, but Neal is sidelined from Helston for the majority of the novel.
I think the nuances and occasional failures of allyship are some of the most brilliant things that this book does. And it does not condemn Nick for those failures, it instead gives him chances to apologize and do better, which he DOES. A+ no notes.
The other thing that this book does really well, particularly given the book's intended audience, is showing how different people react to marginalization and abuse. Willow, Edwyn, and Elowen all experience outright absuse from Lord Chancellor Peran, and the book does not shy away from Willow's fear to the point of shutting down, Elowen's masking her anger and seeming fine, and Edwyn's desperation for his parents to love him turning him into something of a bully. The diversity of reactions is important to show, because no two kids ever respond to tragedy or negative circumstances the same way, and we cannot imagine a single acceptable response to abuse, because that's how it gets missed and kids don't get help. Normalizing multiple complex reactions is so critical.
Overall, despite being far too old to be the intended audience for this book, the strength in Callie and their friends and the nuance in the relationships throughout the book are just stunningly well done. If I could put this in the hands of every kid between 11 and 13, I would.
#sir callie and the champions of helston#esme symes-smith#sir callie#middle grade fantasy#middle grade fiction#middle grade books#nonbinary protagonist#nonbinary character#lgbt books#lgbtq representation#books & libraries#books and reading#books and novels#book recommendations#books
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CHAPTER 1 IS DONE (told you it would be soon)
If you like lgbtq+ fairies, give it a read!
#writeblr#wips#writing#book wips#crow scrawlings#my writing#wip: stranger in the wind#oc: azure#oc: azalea#oc: bumble#fantasy wip#fairy story#lgbtq+ protagonists#lgbtq#nonbinary protagonist#nonbinary#wattpad
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– Jason June, Out of the Blue
#book quote of the day#jason june#out of the blue#gender identity#nonbinary protagonist#merpeople#fantasy#romance books#ya#lgbtqia+ literature#mermay#mermay reading recs.#book quotes
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New chapter up for Orchid of Edo. The arrival of a young trans girl who knows what she wants. So, of course Mei wants to protect her.
Or you can buy the full novel now on Amazon or Itch.
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Sing the Blue - Part 1: The West City - Chapter 1: A sixteen-story drop, but mostly in the figurative sense
© 2021 K. Cross
Bremen stopped the video before Hoove could switch over to his regular victim. They scrubbed a finger against the glass surface of the hand-sized window to scroll back to a good view of the whale, then set the window atop a plastic bin opposite the one on which they perched, projected its screen onto the side of the tent covering the nearest market stall. Selected a charcoal…
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Shadows in color
Summary: At least five people died that day. It had been a horrible incident: the kind that you see on the news, but that will never happen to you. For years, the once-celebrated artist Sylvester Steele wished they were one of them.
When they realize that not everything about that day is what it seems, how far will they go to find out the truth?
Previously...
Prologue
Chapter 1 (Red burns, part one)
Now...
Red burns: part 2
For some unexplainable reason, they were back there, living that first day. The environment around them echoed with chatter and other noises typical of a well-lived space, and it seemed to spring alive with speckles of fiery crimson. Sylvester was at a place made for passion of both knowledge and dreams, otherwise known as a university. Standing there, soaking in it, they felt a nervous fluttering in their chest alike the wings of a bird hesitating to take flight. As they stopped in front of the Art Nouveau-style building, with sleep-deprived students passing by their side, they knew that was the first step to finally realize their dream. Every decision they had made would be validated, and every sacrifice -- this would finally make them worthy.
Foster cleared his throat from his place beside them, pulling Sylvester's attention to him. Their little brother smiled cheekily at them, pushing their shoulder with his.
"So... Are you ready?"
Sylvester grinned at him, but still felt their forehead crease in worry. "I need to be."
"Such seriousness is unlike you," Foster chuckled while shaking his head. He looked at the University and then back at the older Steele, his façade loosing some of the amusement as his eyes became shadowed. "Sy, you'll be fine."
"Thanks, Foz," some of the worry vanished away from the artist's shoulders at Foster's encouragement. "Don't be a stranger, okay?"
"You'll be sick of me," Foster promised.
Kind words are hard to come by, but they carry a strength in them. Hearing that made impossible to hold into any semblance of negativity any longer, and though they were not a cure-it-all, the companionship they showed helped Sylvester breathe a little bit easier.
The artist took a deep breath and with the exhale straigthened their shoulders, pushed a stray strand of dark hair behind their ear, and decided to get going.
"Okay."
They turned back to Foster, who still smiled in support. Dimples formed in his cheeks, and his brown hair framed them in a way that was impossible not to feel endeared to. Foster may had been an adult now; but Sylvester was old enough to remember the days when the both of them used to run around the house with laughter following them. Not for the first time, they were glad to have him, to have such a strong relationship that time and dreams and distance could not tear apart. They said nothing of the sort to him, though. There was no need. Foster probably knew them enough to know their feelings by now.
Sylvester did smile, though, and clasped his shoulder gently in gratitute.
"Okay," they repeated. "I need to go now."
"Cheers!" Foster encouraged, holding out his fist. Sylvester bumped it with their own. "I'll be going too, then. I'll see you on Kaonor night, Sy!"
And then he waved without a care in the world, and slowly disappeared down the street. Feeling emboldened again, Sylvester started their way back into the building. They hadn't taken even two steps when they felt something hurl into their side, pushing them heavily into the hard floor.
"Ouch," the artist groaned as they felt the burden of the fall in their left wrist.
They looked around, but discovered it was a person that had crashed into them. They were both now spread in the floor, and Sylvester could see the light of the sun shine brightly around the other's honey blond hair, creating almost a halo. The person winced in pain, and Sylvester noticed their attire was well put together, and well kept. The person clearly had an interest in clothes, and probably was no stranger to money.
"Shit!" The stranger bit out, rubbing their knee. Sylvester could see a big tear in the fabric, and a coppery-red fluid peaking through. Blood.
They looked up, and suddenly, all they could see was blue as they met the stranger's eyes. There was something unusual about them; however, it was not the color itself. An artist knows color. Knows the way it can cause people to cry or laugh, the effect of mixing two or more together to create an armonious masterpiece, or to scare people off as easily as if it were puke on the sidewalk. That shade of blue on their eyes was pretty common. What was not was the intensity shining through it. It was such that Sylvester had only seen it on one other pair of eyes before.
"Sorry!" The person apologized, their tone deep and precise like a surgeons. "I wasn't paying attention!"
"Don't worry about it!" Sylvester grinned.
They stood up, brushing both imaginary and real dirt from their clothes.
"I'm Kay," The other said, reaching out a hand for a shake. "Kay Watson."
Sylvester instantly found them amusing: from the traces of formality in their clothes to the specks of it shinning in their voice. They found they didn't mind as much.
"Sylvester Steele," they introduced themselves.
"Well," Kay said. "It's enchanting to meet you, Sylvester."
"Enchanting," Sylvester repeated cheekily. Oh, the fun they would have with this person's pompous ass!
The look Kay gave him was equally as unamused, almost as if they could hear Sylvester's thoughts as they circled around their head. As if they knew, somehow, how it would all end, as if they felt Sylvester finally start to feel like themselves at long last. However, the more they looked, the more the other's face began to look less like that of a polished gentleman. Kay's face lost all color first, and then, started to slide down like wax from a candle, until not anything even resembling a scream would be able to come out their lips. Until all Sylvester could see were burns etched into muscle and bones.
And that was the moment that Sylvester finally woke up.
It was still dark outside the studio, and the light from the moon shadowed the window frames on the floor. The walls around them, from which once hung a multitude of canvases, now judged empty and ugly in white and darkened by the night. The room was eerie in its quiet as a place could only be during the nighttime. Sylvester sat up in the couch, gingerly rubbing their face with calloused hands. Oh, if only they could forget!
Nothing worthwile had come out of that meeting, so many years ago. Sylvester had had everything, for a moment, and then nothing. Kay, the son-of-a-bitch. Still lethargic from sleep, it was easier to fall back into the all-encompasing feeling that they often cherished at the thought of their old friend. There was a hurt there that still ached ruby red. A pulsing cut that emanated a glow that spurred their heart into beating twice as fast. People like to say that anger is a hazy mind, a senseless feeling both spontaneous and ephemeral, a single moment where they could not account for their actions. But for Sylvester, anger burned steady, a slow fire turning trees into embers.
"You're thinking of him again."
The sound was loud inside the studio if only for the stillness of the night, and Sylvester gasped as they looked for its origin. The air seemed to heat, and it was a parallel to their own emotions. Next to the couch stood a figure shining red: a person with unkept long scarlet hair that flowed like flames; however, Sylvester was more frightened as they looked into the figure's eyes. There were no pupils nor calm to be found. Instead, glowing pools of lava glared at them. The artist tried to speak, but found they couldn't. The figure smiled widely, almost as if they knew of Sylvester's dilemma. The smile was not kind, it was something that could only be found in the darkest depths of a nightmare: crooked, long and unnatural.
The presence let out a roar and its shine grew brighter, like a fire with unlimited fuel. As they did, the windows shattered into pieces, and the walls peeled down as if the paint over them was being burnt down. Sylvester covered their head with their arms, and by the time they looked up again, the figure was gone.
This time, the truth was unavoidable. It was carved into every surface of the trashed studio: the ghost was real.
#writing#novel#first novel#lgtbqia+#nonbinary protagonist#nonbinary#ghosts#redghost#red ghost#author#do you like it#here goes nothing#i dont even know#i dont know what im doing#i dont know how to tag this#if you see this#please help
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October 20th was International Pronouns Day, so this Saturday we have a special Picture Book Parade that's all about pronouns! These colorful children's books talk about how to use pronouns, introduce kids to the many different pronouns they can use, and talk you through what to do if you don't know which ones are for you 🏷️✏️❓
#black#disabled#gnc#hijabi#nonbinary#Picture Book Parade#poc#queer rep#race#transgender#wheel chair user#childrens books#female protagonist#fiction#lgbtqia#male protagonist#nonbinary protagonist#queer books#theater#picture books#bookblr#banned books
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What you're hearing is all fact. You have to believe me. No matter how crazy it sounds, this really happened.
My name is Robin Hathaway. I'm a journalist who recently joined the International Network of Information - INI for short. I hoped I'd get to further my journalism career, but instead I got to work with Walt Winston, an eccentric paranormal detective. They called me his secretary, but I think 'babysitter' was far more fitting.
I didn't believe in ghosts, but that would soon change at the Everglade estate.
#short story#paperback book#paperback short story#nonbinary protagonist#mystery story#ghost story#story: walt winston
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It me! I’m in the Rainbow Bridge Program (for at risk fledglings) there’ll be a lot to overcome for me to graduate FLY HIGH. Including everybirdies awkwardness around my gender. Who cares gimme your foods.
LILY WHITE is my Sister - we have a sad past together.
#pink#original character#original art#cockatiel#pet bird#bird comic#nonbinary#nonbinary protagonist#grey gang#flockstarz#fly high#high school#original comic#web comic#bird protagonist#goth aesthetic#goth kids#sadbeautifultragic#sad beautiful tragic#Spotify
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