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The Book of Doors
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#FFF217 Portal Fiction
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With a kiss, Lin stepped through the door, closing it behind her.
Kya rested her hand against the panel, wishing she could just stand here, waiting for it to open again and let Lin walk back inside.
She sighed and let her forehead tilt against the door.
Another few hours won’t kill me, she told herself. She took a bracing breath and turned back inside to face a day of cleaning.
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For no specific reason, her eyes lighted on a small red book she didn’t recognize, peeking out from the couch cushions where Lin had been sitting the night before.
Kya wrinkled her face in a mix of curiosity and confusion, wondering what manner of book Lin, of all people, would be stuffing in the couch cushions.
I know where she keeps her smut, after all, she smirked to herself.
She bent her knee under herself, fished the little book out, and settled in comfortably for a little light reading.
But there was no title page. No author. No publication information. Frowning in bemusement, Kya fanned the pages gently, only to realize that the pages were stiff and thick.
She closed the book again and examined the cover.
It felt old. The spine felt loose and flexible. There were a few stains from handling, but again, no indication of a title or author. She lifted the front cover gently, but only found a blank endpaper. Not even “Property of Lin Beifong” in her stylized, blocky script.
Kya flipped the first page over and was confronted by a door she’d recognize in any circumstance. It was the family’s own door to the one private residence on Air Temple Island. Aang’s personal mark was etched at eye level, just the way she, Bumi, and Tenzin had added it the night he had died. As if they would need it to remember him. Kya knew she wasn’t the only one to touch it before entering the residence.
The tears swam in her eyes as she started looking through the book. Plain brown doors were paired with decorative red-framed doors. She recognized the door to Katara’s home in the South and Izumi’s private quarters in the Fire Palace. But most of the doors were unfamiliar.
Some were photographs while others were cut from magazines. A few looked like Lin had sketched them from memory or imagination.
She laughed at the sketch of a person she suspected was Su, standing in a Zaofu doorway, but cut off at the shoulders.
“Head wouldn’t fit,” was scratched into the gutter of the page.
And then she came to a small, plain door with the number 524 on a plate drilled into the frame.
Unlike the others, this door was slightly ajar.
Her tears were back.
Hanging from the plate was the small red tassel Kya had added on a whim the first day she came home. The day after, well, after everything the day - and night - before had been.
And that was the smile Lin saw when she opened that door from the hallway.
“What’s got you so happy?” Lin asked with a smile.
Kya just turned the book to face her, watching for a reaction.
She got several. Surprise, embarrassment, and amused resignation were the three she’d remember.
“You found my ‘book of doors.’”
Kya wiggled a little to make more room as Lin divested herself of her boots and other small items. Kya stretched a leg along the back of the couch and lifted her arms.
Lin just shook her head and settled down inside Kya’s embrace.
Kya brought her arms down and closed the book back, but held it where they could both see it. “Would you tell me about this?”
Lin took a deep breath and relaxed a little more.
“I started this a little while after Tenzin.” As always, she paused before moving ahead with her story. She brushed her hand against Kya’s, and together, they opened the book to the temple residence door.
“I imagined what it would be like to open this door, except this time, I stayed with him. Did I give in and have children with him? Did we run away to get married and let Bumi have the airbender kids?” She snorted softly.
She paged through the book, touching some of the doors, but brushing right by others. “I started writing stories in my head about different lives I might have lived.” She pointed to one and explained, “In this one, your mother made friends with a spirit dragon.” She snorted again. “There’s even one where Pema divorces Tenzin and moves in with me.”
Kya couldn’t stifle her surprised laugh. “I don’t think I could tell her that, even if I wanted you to kill me.”
Lin shrugged against her. “She knows.”
Kya choked. “What?”
Lin shrugged again. “She caught me doodling one afternoon and just wouldn’t let it go. I thought she’d punch me or kick me out.”
Kya could barely feel her eyebrows anymore.
“But?”
Lin chuckled. “She kissed me on the cheek, said I would be her first choice, and left me there.”
Even from behind, Kya knew Lin was smirking.
They turned a few more pages in silence, until they came to the door Lin had just entered.
Kya rested her cheek against Lin’s head and hummed softly.
“This one is different,” she whispered.
Lin flexed so she could twist and face Kya.
“It’s the one where you really are here, with me, for as long as you want to stay.” Her face was still, and Kya couldn’t quite tell if she was serious or nervous.
In a small voice that managed to be both timid and confident, Lin continued, “I left the door open for you.”
Kya’s heart melted.
She set the book down in Lin’s lap so that she could bring both hands to caress Lin’s face. She kissed her.
“The only reason I’ll ever leave that door again is so I can come back to you.”
Special shout-outs to @slowdissolve and @frooopsen !
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Hey, ABL, here's one for you: What do you think of the prospect of a BL parody ?
Has someone done this already ? Maybe l should ask first, has there been a parody of any Asian rom-com, from any source ? Or is it , as they say, too soon ?
I can picture what a BL parody might contain, as l'm sure can you: pour on the tropes ! Anything taken as seriously as we--and the makers--do our BL must be crying out (ahem) for comic relief ... unless we're not in the mood to be made fun of--just yet ?
There sure has it's called:
A Man Who Defies The World of BL
AKA Zettai BL ni Naru Sekai VS Zettai BL ni Naritakunai Otoko
AKA Absolute BL
And I love it so much I changed the name to this blog to Absolute BL because of it. (I used to be You_Had_Me_at-BL)
It comes from, as it very well SHOULD, Japan in 2021. And I lost my tiny mind over it.
It's on Viki as is the sequel.
It could be argued that Thailand's Secret Crush On You (which I was VERY torn over) has lots of parody elements too. But Thailand just doesn't have the style to be as ironic as Japan can be about these things. Thai cinema has a kind of klutzy earnestness to it that defies true parody.
Portal Fiction as Parody
Taiwan has a glorious het romance that I highly recommend which is called Lost Romance about an editor of romance novels who falls into one and discovers that she is the bad-girl character and has to manipulate the tropes to survive and become the heroine.
This kind of "portal to the fictional world" (portal fiction as opposed to portal fantasy) is something Asian screen writers love but is comparatively rare in the western world, but it is a way to parody a genre (see Kdramas Extraordinary You or W) without being blatant about it.
I would LOVE to see one of these done in BL.
I am thinking I would pass it off to Taiwan (or even Korea, except it needs a longer length to be done properly, it's such a complex story) not Thailand or Japan.
#A Man Who Defies The World of BL#Absolute BL#Japanese BL#BL parody#asked and answered#portal fantasy#portal fiction#parody bl#bl parody#bl humor#JBL#KBL#Kdrama#taiwanese drama#Lost Romance#Extraordinary You#W#Secret Crush On You
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Through The Rift
This week's Flash Fiction Friday prompt - Portal Fiction - reminded me of something I wrote for another flash fiction competition.
This had to be no more than 250 words, had to be sci-fiin genre and include the word 'back' and the notion of 'attending a class.'
(I did not get through round 1)
Through The Rift
It was the worst thing that had happened to him since he’d been violently ripped through the rift. Worse than waking up here alone, worse than wondering if he’d ever get back to the others, worse than facing punishment for disobeying orders if he ever did manage to figure out a way home. The sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as he sat down at his desk was more sickening than the initial realisation of where he had landed after tumbling through the weirdness of the void.
The rift hadn’t been a doorway across space like they’d theorised. It wasn’t even a portal between dimensions, which was the favoured theory amongst his fellow graduates. As far as he could tell it was a rupture in the timeline. He’d woken up in the same science lab at the academy – the one that had been cordoned off since the explosion – still cloaked in midnight darkness as per the ill-fated, clandestine “mission” he’d been talked into. The only difference he’d been able to discern at first was that his friends were gone, and the rift had closed. Then he caught his reflection in the window. Staring back at him was the image of his thirteen-year-old self.
For now his only choice was reliving his own miserable history exactly as it had been back then until he figured something out. That meant enduring the one thing from his past that still gave him nightmares – English class with Miss Lindstrom.
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The (not) accidental portal
For @flashfictionfridayofficial FFF217 portal fiction
It was a mistake, you see. The first time Aziraphale stepped into the portal at his bookshop, he didn't put too much of a thought to it. A letter from Heaven appeared on his table, demanding his immediate presence in the conference room, and he hurried to comply.
Carpet moved aside, candles stationed properly, ancient words whispered, all was ready. That was only one thing that neither Heaven nor he took into a consideration – the portal had a mind of its own. Which, really, shouldn't have as a surprise to anyone. Being at the bookshop of an angel have funny effects, even on non-sentient objects.
And yet, somehow Aziraphale neglected to notice his influence – the dust accumulated just the way he liked it, the foal smell lingered only at the entrance, and the computer did all the taxes by itself.
So, imagine his astonishment when, instead of setting foot in the cold offices of Heaven, he found himself on a sandy beach, warm sun glimpsing between white clouds. Something about the scenery was familiar – it was a scene from the book he was just reading, about the adventures of Phileas Fogg.
Being the good angel that he was, Aziraphale immediately passed the portal again, this time with a clear intention to reach Heaven. The portal obeyed and conjured him to the designated destination without further deviations, just in time for the meeting.
It was only after the ordeal was over, and Aziraphale was allowed to return to Earth, that he had time to think about what happened. And more importantly, how to use it.
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To Ohio Summers
For @flashfictionfridayofficial #217 prompt Portal Fiction
To go back
To hot pretzels at to pool concession stand
The cement hot under our bare feet
The shock of cold water
As our hot bodies fall into the depths
Towel wrapped bodies in our grandma’s Buick
Hot water showers washing the chlorine off
Sleepy dinners full of vegetables picked from her garden
Nights under a canopy bed
Hearing the buzzing of the crickets
Oh for a portal back to those innocent summer days
When the world was full of possibilities
And everyone I love was still alive
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I love portal fantasy anthology series and we need more of them!
There are a lot of portal fantasy stories that just focus on one world and one set of characters. But I think anthologies that can show many different characters in different worlds, or different parts of the same world, need more love. Some examples that jump to mind are...
Wayward Children (book series)
Infinity Train (animated show)
Little Nightmares (video game)
I’d love some recommendations for other such settings (movies, books, shows, games, comics, etc)
#infinity train#little nightmares#wayward children#every heart a doorway#little nightmares III#little nightmares 3#little nightmares ii#little nightmares 2#seanan mcguire#portal fiction#portal fantasy#stuff from me
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Athis/Reader Introduction
Note: I usually keep my Reader/Character works to the Arcane fandom, but I want to see what people thought of this-
Athis/Modern Character in Skyrim: 1256wds. Dunmer reader
This wasn’t your face, and those weren’t your eyes.
When you imagined Tamriel, it was always with the low-quality pixels of a game a decade past its release. Even with mods, the best you hoped for was ultra-smooth hair and glowing skin.
This, this was real.
You pressed your fingers into your skin, watching as it lightened to an ashy color. You eased the pressure and blood rushed in- making it a blue-grey. You had never seen any skin that did not have the base color of brown- light or dark.
You tilted your head, letting the person in the mirror stare back at you. They were curious- you traced the way your face wrinkled, the only familiar sight in this world.
Then, of course, one of your ears flickered slightly, and the illusion of who you were was upset again.
They had found you in the river, draped over a rock. You imagine you looked like Odysseus, stranded on the shores of Ogygia- and there was no Calypso to show mercy, nor Hermes to speak on your behalf.
Were you supposed to be Calypso? Your eyes were dark, staring from the mirror, back at you. Were you trapped? Your chest moved with each breath, and the roughspun fiber that was considered clothing moved with it.
You placed your hands on your chest, the unfamiliar mounds were new and unwanted. You could feel your heart beat, slowly.
It was too much. You stood up, quickly turning to avoid the mirror. You were barefoot, your soles soft in a way they hadn’t been since you crawled. Each step was agony- but you had no boots. Your feet needed to be hardened.
You had been given clothes, but the hospitality that had leant you a few moments with a mirror, did not lend you a bed. You walked, slowly through the streets of Whiterun. Everything was familiar, in the way a photograph of a dead relative was familiar to a child who had never met the person in the photograph. The child might be able to say- yes, that is aunt so-and-so, but they would not know them, nor would they think such a situation would ever come up.
No one looks at you.
You need a bed, you need coin. You cannot beg. A child with blond hair is asking for coin and an old man as well. No one looks at them either.
You look at the shops, feeling troubled. You watch unfamiliar bare feet kick up dust on the way to the shop that lets the beggars sit under the awning. You walk inside and see an older woman, face creased with age. She asks you to leave.
You beg one question of her.
She looks puzzled but agrees.
“What flowers do you need,” you ask. Your voice is unused and unfamiliar. “And what parts of the flowers are important?”
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You walk barefoot out to the stream where you were found. You follow it down to the bridge, where you hear singing. It is the sound of sirens.
Hidden under the bridge is a bright, singing thing. It lures you to its side, not knowing the danger. Your feet are bleeding when you bring it to the alchemist. She looks it over, congratulates you on the prize, and offers you five gold.
You demand fifteen.
You take ten.
You go to the next shop over- you ask for a bag. You offer five gold for a half-rotted thing and a piece of leather. You line the bag with leather and you walk back out the gate.
Your feet paint the cobblestones red.
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The longer you live in the unfamiliar body, the more attuned you are to its idiosyncrasies. You hate it and adore it in equal fashion. It works. It does not look like it should. You do not understand why you are cold, and why fire does not warm you.
The callous you had earned did not travel with you. You can heal a scratch with a thought.
There is something worming under your skin, and you hope it is the magic.
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You pick flowers. You wander farther and farther, filling your bag as you go. You drink from the streams. You buy bread each morning to munch on the way. This body likes bread.
You have a coin purse, now. You place half your money in it, the other half is divided in your undergarments. The chest is moderately useful, you decide. You will think on it no more.
You are as alone in the fields as you are in the walls of the city.
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Someone kills for you, one day. It is not the fight of Beowulf and Grendel. It is the fight of your nightmares, all the same.
There is a tiger, or a lion. You are too frightened to focus on anything but the rotting breath and stained teeth. The rumble of sound coming from its chest would be soothing, but it comes from muscle and sinew that is tense with the desire to kill. You still wish to press your hands to its chest and feel the sound.
You are frozen, hoping it moves away. Instead, it twists and turns. Each step getting closer and closer. You do not move as it wanders towards your back. You do not want to see death’s face, even with new eyes.
There is a sound. A crack and the slight give of a rotting fruit echo in your ears and a warm liquid sprays your back. You turn.
Behind you is someone whose eyes and skin echo yours, but whose dress copies the hunters. He is taller than you- and broader. You think you may have once been taller, but you are no longer- so it does not matter. He is well muscled, and there are white callouses on his hands.
He holds his hands out, like you are a wild animal. You think it should annoy you, but it amuses you instead.
He gives his name as Athis. You sound the name out on your tongue, letting it roll off like water. You say you are pleased to meet him, and he replies he is pleased to meet you and asks who you are.
You say you are Calypso, then wince. He does not know the name.
He claims he knows you, though. He has seen you walk, barefoot, about Whiterun. You blink. You do not think you ever saw him, in the land not made of pixels. You knew who he was, you knew where he lived. You never walked near.
You ask him if he wants the teeth, and if not, could he help you remove them.
He does not smile, but he does help.
He walks with you. He stays by the river where you let the blood wash away. He walks through the streets with you. He stands behind you as you sell the flowers, as you sell the teeth.
You plan on sleeping under the tree, the benches were free at night. He pulls you further up.
You try and stop from going into the Companion’s Hall, with the unpronounceable name. He coaxes you. He offers food, bathing.
He offers meat.
You take a step forward, and that is all the permission he needs. His hand grasps yours, gentle and tugging.
It is the first spot of warmth you have had in weeks. You nearly fall into him, but you restrain yourself to clutching his hand with both your own.
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Portals and the hero's journey
I figured out what I like about isekai and portal fiction—and why some of it feels so bad.
The portal fiction I love most plays with the hero’s journey. It is, at its core, about characters traveling into the unknown and experiencing growth through trials and tribulations. It’s the same pattern that so much adventure fiction I love adheres to.
The hero’s journey puts a big emphasis on coming…
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#adventure fiction#Anime#character growth#confrontation#emotional arcs#empowerment fantasy#hero&039;s journey#isekai#personal growth#popcorn lit#portal fiction#resolution#wish fulfillment
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A written book review and companion video for your amusement. Hope you enjoy!
#youtube#books#books and reading#booklover#fantasy#portal fiction#brick cave media#goblins#book review#bookworm#book tumblr
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Portal - Pathways by Donato Giancola
#fantasy art#fantasy#concept art#digital art#art#sci fi#science fiction#sci fi art#science fiction art#sf#sf art#astronaut#portal#futuristic#high tech#cosmic#cosmic art#space#outer space#space art#donato giancola
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Kdramas That Should be Remade as KBLs
So @inthenevernight asked me this epic question. And I feel like I’ve been waiting a lifetime for it....
I’m going to go with actual Kdramas being remade as full treatment BLs (12-16 episodes of 30-45 min each) by Korea in the same vein as the original offering, because I could go nuts with KBL remakes of other country’s het dramas* (Something in My Smile anyone?), or other countries doing their BL takes Kdramas, or having to pick ones that KBL will shrink to the usual short treatment.
In other words:
direct 1 to 1, Kdrama ---> KBL only!
Also, I gotta keep myself under control. So I’m picking TOP 10.
10 Kdramas I Want Remade as BLs
Welcome to a regular installment of MAKE IT GAY, YOU COWARDS!
1. Hospital Playlist
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*gasp*
This is my favorite Kdrama of all time and I would DIE for the queer friendship group version. Same deal, same egos and attitudes and specialities, just ALL of them are queer.
2. Descendants of the Sun
Look it could just be gay and not a whole lot would change plot-wise except there’d be real tension and issues with them getting together because military dude. There could still also be conflict between healer/warrior life philosophies. Could still be the same flirting dynamic.
Go on, ask me how much do I want gay in the Korean military to happen in a BL? SO FLIPPING MUCH. Will it ever. ABSOLUTELY NOT.
I am a perverse mf.
3. Uncanny Counter
Secret cabal of queer af superheroes fights demons out of a noodle shop. Outcast is outcast and bullied because he’s gay. Gay = superpower. It writes itself. *waves hand in air* Make it so.
Actually I’d settle for Strong Woman Do Bong Soon only gay as well.
4. Gogh, The Starry Night
Basically a kind of in office-set Boys Over Flowers (reverse harem romance meets bully romance), and I’ve been wanting that for a while from BL.
Hell, I could see just a BL Boys Over Flowers, for that matter. Doesn’t qualify though because it’s technically Japanese. Also I think, if anyone does this, it should be Thailand.
5. W
This is one of my favorite Kdramas ever, because it is all about the narrative journeys. Also it uses a narrative conceit, portal fiction (which is portal fantasy, only the portal is to a fictional world) that is popular in Asia but not the west. I love this kind of alt reality story* and W is unquestionably the best of the best.
6. Run-On
Emotionally unavailable (spectrum? demi?) poor little rich kid jock trying to do the right thing meets morally grounded sunshine orphan chaos monkey. Everything else could stay the same, their jobs and roles, the publicly issues, the relationship issues (can’t be gay when daddy is a politician) and sports bullying plot thread, even the hyung (formerly noona) romance side dishes could be the same, only BL.
7. What’s Wrong with Secretary Kim?
How could I not want this dynamic? It’s basically old school whipping boy and watching Foei in Cutie Pie just makes me want this to happen from Korea more.
8. Heirs
Of course I want this messy craptastic bully meets spoiled prince abusing his power... only gay. Why tf not? Terribly problematic no matter what, but the messy would be such fun to watch play out as queer if the uke is a boy, especially if he is a super tough street kid type, since the power differential is a bit less extreme when they are both male so it wouldn’t be as anti-feminist as the original.
9. When the Camellia Blooms
Single dad in a small town trying to make a new life for himself, younger sunshine paladin cop falls in love with him. Whole town is against them. Frankly this one works BETTER as a gay romance than it did as a het one.
10. Romance is a Bonus Book
I love me a noona and a pining boy since childhood, I think this could be done gay too. Something in the Rain features the variation on this dynamic that I like even more (best friend’s younger brother) but I like the second half and ending of Romance is a Bonus Book better, so I think it would be a better as a direct adaption. But if I had my druthers just combine both stories, then adapt.
Others I’d love to see BL:
Melancholia
Beauty Inside
Thumping Spike
Strongest Deliveryman
Love and Leashes
Mystic Pop-Up Bar
Rookie Historian
100 Days My Prince
Lawless Lawyer
Devil Judge (nash)
Doom At Your Service (although I feel like we are kind of getting this with Dear Doctor, I’m Coming For You Soul from Thailand).
I didn’t say True Beauty because I kind of feel like Light On Me is the BL version of True Beauty already.
* Ask me how much I want Taiwan’s Lost Romance remade as a boy falling into a BL? No seriously, I’d wait because I WANT THIS MORE THAN I WANT FOOD. And food is my love language. Anygay, if you are as into narrative tropes as I am watch this show. (It’s on Viki.)
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#kdramas#k-dramas#kdramas remade as bls#Lost Romance#thaiwanese drama#portal fiction#True Beauty#Light On Me#korean bl#Doom At Your Service#Dear Doctor I’m Coming For You Soul#thai bl#Melancholia#Beauty Inside#Thumping Spike#Strongest Deliveryman#Love and Leashes#Lawless Lawyer#100 Days My Prince#Rookie Historian#Mystic Pop-Up Bar#Hospital Playlist#Descendants of the Sun#Uncanny Counter#Gogh The Starry Night#Run-On the series#What’s Wrong with Secretary Kim?#w the series
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(Edit: using this as a pinned post about all my books for now in lieu of another one. This was formerly for International Lesbian Day but now is a one stop shop for all my books)
For starters, consider checking out
Catnip
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For all his life, Sol has believed he's only worthy of affection as long as he's useful--and he intends to prove his ultimate use by restoring a colony on Venus as a new home for his friends and lovers. But upon arriving, he realizes there's more here than he bargained for. For one, the resident artificial intelligence wants to make friends with him. For another, the nanites want to completely change his body... and in the process reveal her true self. Stuck (or perhaps blessed?) with a new form, she must find out what it means to live, to be loved for who she is rather than her work.
Catnip is a cozy space exploration novel about a trans woman's journey to find herself and what it means to be loved for who she is, with the help of her polycule and a lesbian AI.
If Sci-fi isn't quite your speed, you can also check out
The Hatchling
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Sarric dreamed of dragons all his life; such flights of fancy captured his imagination at a young age and sustained him through the cruelty of the hunters that ruled the isolated mountain town of Rivermist. One day, a real dragon appears before him, dazzling him with her beauty and an answer to the unease that's afflicted him for as long as he remembers. He's eager to take what she offers--but the greedy hunters, driven by tales of treasure hoards, will do everything in their power to destroy her.
The Hatchling is a fantasy about a trans woman's journey of accepting her identity and her new found family.
If you want something a little spicier, consider reading
Wyrmheart
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A mage without home or family seeks to establish a legacy for herself so that her name might ring out through the ages.
An assassin is charged with striking at the heart of a draconic cult that surely hides some greater evil.
Wyrmheart is a story set in Maria Ying's Those Who Break Chains universe and tells the story of trans women making their way through life in this fantastical world.
You can also take a look at my Patreon where I am currently writing several things, but primarily
Forged in the Light of New Stars
Forged is a t4t lesbian isekai story about a closeted trans woman and a repressed, rotten egg (in the trans sense) who find themselves transported to a vibrant, magical world filled with advanced technology, mysteries to discover, and most importantly: a place where they can their truest selves.
Follow Gwen as she strives to take control of her life, to be the woman she's always known she could be, and find true happiness.
Follow Brian as he struggles to cast off the chains that his family has bound him in, to undo the bigoted messages they poured into him constantly, and find out, deep down, who she truly is.
Watch them fall in love with each other and with the mystical world of Tellara and all the new friends they make along the way. See them uncover secrets about the connection between Earth and Tellara and their purpose as travelers between worlds. Magic, alchemy, and queerness collide in this otherworldly journey.
#t4t wlw#trans lesbian#transfem#trans author#wlw#original fiction#transfem author#Dragons#transhumanism#science fiction#fantasy#modern fantasy#isekai#portal fantasy#novel#polyamory#yuri#girls love
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Imagine a world where portal technology is common, but portals are physically unable to get larger then around the size of a tablet. You can look through them, and pass things through them, but its impossible to walk through a portal just due to the size.
Mabye you have a portal connecting your room to a freind that lives far away. And you can look at eachother when you want to. And pass eachother small gifts. And sometimes you'll put the portal up to eachother's windows to see eachother's views, and you'll see her view of the desert, and she'll see your view of the city. But it always feels so far away even when you can touch eachother.
And portals will be useful in society too. Every office has one. You can pretty easily pass things back and fourth. People used to be encouraged to have portals to their house is their place of work, but it's banned in most workplaces now for security reasons, though it's less likely someone is going to try to shoot their boss through a portal then it is companies don't want employees being that close to their families during work.
It just becomes normal. And you feel less and less alone. And you feel close to places you've never been. There are countries you'll never be able to go to, that you've seen with your own eyes, and reached your hand into. You've touched the soil of so many places.
Yet still you feel far apart. Even if you can hold hands with someone through a portal, you can still never hug them. There's a separation that only being somewhere can solve.
#196#my thougts#worldbuilding#writing#my worldbuilding#urban fantasy#my writing#portals#portal#magical realism#short fiction#short story#flash fiction#alternate reality#alternate history
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Fictional Weapon War Round 4
Portal Gun (Portal)
Can create two portals so anything can move between them
Surfaces can be treated with moon rocks or space debris to more compatible with the portals
Can pick up and manipulate objects directly in front of it.
Orb (Pondering My Orb meme)
First posted to Twitter in October 2021 and the rest is history
The image is from a gamebook called Middle-Earth Quest: A Spy In Isengard and the artist is Angus McBride
#fictional weapon war#fictional weapon war round 4#portal gun#portal#pondering my orb#tournament poll
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hate when i'm info dumping about a *FICTIONAL* villain and someone has the audacity to be like "but they've killed people" or "but they've committed crimes"
i know
but they aren't real
i still want to make out with them
#tbh i could be doing worse#worse character i wanna makeout with is Lady Dimitrescu i think#like yes i am well aware she's a bad person but that's the fun part about her being fictional#nope wait remembered alduin aka the fUCKING WORLD EATING DRAGON#this is the part of the tags were i desperately try to remember all the characters i wanna smooch#alduin#iguchi shuichi#takami keigo#lady dimitrescu#donna beneviento#salvatore moreau#glados#wheatly portal 2#do undertale characters count??? they do try to kill you#maybe not papyrus but the others#undyne#do i put mettaton? i think i put mettaton bc dance battling a child to the death definitely isnt 100% good person behavior#mettaton#minecraft warden#minecraft enderman#ya im including these what are you gonna do to stop me?#how the fuck did i spell yea wrong#too late to fix it now#clouds posts
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