#trans fiction

[junemonths]

New Story on Patreon

Hey, do you like mechs? Do you like gay trans women? Do you like gay trans women in mechs, fighting, and finding they might love each other?

Well, good news! You can read the first part of my WIP novella, You Kiss Like A Rocket, on patreon! A public version will eventually be up on Itch.io, Scribblehub, and so on, but if you want to see it as it is you can!

#june hisses #trans fiction #queer fiction #mecha #sci fi

[moorishflower]

Cocoon (Original selkie romance)

Cocoon || Shipwrecked Sailor/Selkie || Explicit || 38k, In Progress

Trans Male Character, Shipwrecks, Wilderness Survival, Romance, Selkies, Cannibalism, Amputation, Blood and Injury, Huddling For Warmth, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Hopeful Ending, Mildly Dubious Consent, Fever, Abusive Parents, Fairy Tale Elements, Hurt/Comfort, Despair, Oral Sex, Frottage, Heroic Age of Antarctic Exploration, Animal Death (For the purposes of food)

William Caldwell is a man, and always has been. In order to escape his cruel, abusive father, and to live his life as he has always wished to, William signs up as a deckhand aboard the HMS Fearless, a ship bound for the antarctic circle. When the Fearless is sunk somewhere well south of Australia, in icy waters too frigid to navigate without a full crew, William is left stranded on a remote and deserted island with no food, no water, and no company. Except for the seal that might have saved him.

Here it is, the original story that I wrote in a fit of inspiration over like 3 weeks and then felt too self-conscious about to post right away! I have decided to post it now to get it out of my life whether it's good or bad! I hope some people enjoy it. <3

You can read it on AO3!

#original fiction #my fic #selkie #selkie romance #romance fiction #trans fiction #wilderness survival #gender metaphors

[thefiresontheheight]

1. The Roud Folk Song Index lists it as the 39th Child Ballad. Comparisons to be made to Type 425 in the Aarne-Thompson-Uther Index, under the entry “The Search for the Lost Husband.” TvTropes.com has more to say on the page titled “Shapeshifting Lover.” A story iterated upon in many forms. A young woman, almost always a woman, sometimes virginal, is wedded, or falls in love with, or is taken away by a man under some sort of curse. He is horse. Or a lindworm. Or a wolf. Sometimes only at night. Sometimes only when the fairies who cursed him make him so. He is a Beast, she must undo whatever evil makes him so, normally through a kiss, true love, wedding him, or, in some of the less sanitized versions, simply sex. 1. The first time they hooked up he cried afterwords, which she didn’t understand at the time. They were sophomores in college. It wasn’t her first time. It should have been casual. It was up until he cried in the morning. She felt so bad that she suggested they get breakfast together, when she had simply meant to leave. At breakfast he calmed, he talked about his life. Quiet, nerdy, hiding in his hoodie. There was something vulnerable there, and she liked it. She gave him her number after. 2. Later thinkers and writers have revisited this trope. Sometimes it is played straight, depicted on the screen by Disney. Sometimes this is (falsely I would argue) called Stockholm Syndrome. Sometimes this is, it must be said, simply used for purposes of sex and titillation. I think, however, that the continued persistence of this motif in media, it’s emotional resonance, demands further explication of its longevity. What about this appeals to us in the modern day, when we (ideally) can no longer ascribe to it a moral of young women being forced to accept arranged marriages? 2. They’re a few months into their time dating, after long arguments about that label, when the crying returns. This time no longer after sex, but she feels the emotion is the same. You should leave me, he says. Break up. You should do it now before I hurt you, he says. And she, not wanting to point out that she is bigger and stronger than he is, gently asks why he says something like that? In there time together he has been nothing if not careful. Thoughtful. Kind. One of the most soft and charming people she knows. He cannot explain it in any satisfying way. He simply insists that there is something dark inside him. Something he has sought to deny far too long, and will not be able to deny forever. That if she stays she will be hurt, simply as a function of loving him. He will one day lose the fight against himself. She does not know what to do but hold him. 3. I think some of the appeal of this trope can be found in reference to another motif of our pop cultural mythos. That of the werewolf. We are used to seeing werewolves depicted from the viewpoint of the hunted. But there is perpetually the question of what such a transformation looks like from the viewpoint of the animal itself. A human transforming into a beast demands of a human audience that we consider what it must be like to monster. To be capable of hurting those we love. And yet, I at least wonder, if we are capable of hurting those loved ones, do we not still hope that they will love us as we transform? As we become different, monstrous in shape and utterly unknown even to them? 3. They graduate. Together. Move into an apartment above a Taiwanese restaurant. She gets a shitty job that has health insurance for them both. He does commission from home. It’s not perfect. There is some part of him he never shares and she does her best to make peace with that. To accept that wherever his mind goes when he is watching her put on a dress, do her make up, whatever he ponders while watching the women passing by the street outside, or after they have sex, that is something he has chosen not to share. But instead they share popcorn. And bills. And shitty inside jokes. And that time they got accidentally drunk at his mothers remarriage to Craig (fucking Craig amiright?) and got found by the staff of the hotel whose ballroom she had rented, having passed out near the punch bowl. It’s a life. It’s their life. She tries to give him space within it. 4. Consider again the Ballad of Tam Lin. The idea of Janet in the woods, holding onto her lover as wicked fairies transform him. To something ice cold. To something burning hot. To a horrible slimed thing writhing in her embrace. To a snarling wolf-monster, a beast of wicked claws and gnashing teeth. Who has, at one time or another, when circumstances reveal that which we keep hidden, felt like that? 4. She gets home unexpectedly early one spring afternoon in her late twenties. Janet from accounting somehow set fire to a microwave, which set off the sprinklers, and no one could get anything done that day. A small treat, and it validates her admittedly flash-judgment of Janet. And as she unlocks the door, flowers in hand, she finds him in front of the closet they share, and understands the secret that has been kept from her for almost a decade. 5. And then of course, the tales and legends end. Normally in the curse being lifted, the lover being returned to normal. Beast is a beast no more, the Lindworm is again a prince, Tam Lin may leave the woods a man. A simple ending to a simple story. But for us living in reality? Outside of the tidy constraints of fiction? Perhaps there is no ending. Perhaps we remain a beast, remain a wolf, remain cursed, and monstrous and strange. Perhaps we endlessly transform into new, and more twisted shapes, and have only hope that our loves will hold us nonetheless. That even if we become something that may hurt them, something they may not understand, they will still love us. 5. It is hard. It would be nice to say there are not challenges. She always thought she was bi, but the label of straight was easy, and she never had to examine it when she was with him. She keeps on stealing her dresses. There are good times too. Times where she looks at this woman still becoming, someone she had loved for a decade and still barely knows, and sees how brightly she smiles, and feels so proud. But it is above all else hard. The crying does not go away. Estrogen works wonders, but cannot stop dysphoria, and hurt, and pain. It is hard to love her. But she is trying. And when the fights over labels and new boundaries and shifting emotions break out, or the dread comes, or the weeping, she does what she can. She holds her partner, no matter the form she takes.

#long post #short fiction #short story #trans fiction

[beedok]

I wonder if I’m odd for wanting more stories with trans protagonists who are just already out and on HRT/magically transitioned/that sort of thing.

#trans fiction #writing

[pegglefan69]

Norris wasn’t sure if his Waiting Room Friend was gay or a hipster. (The possibility that he might be a gay hipster, or even a metrosexual had also crossed his mind.) His Waiting Room Friend was short and fat and hairy and always dressed Mod-meets-modern or Peacock Revolution with the Technicolor toned down. Today’s outfit featured a chartreuse turtleneck and several strings of multicolor glass beads. His jacket– brown corduroy, with pointy lapels–was draped over one shapely, skinny-jean-clad thigh. His hair was wavy, tousled and dark. As always, he was stunning, but his clothes gave Norris zero concrete hints as to his sexuality. ... Their introductions had consisted of, “Can I get a light, big guy?” Norris had glanced over, seen nothing, and then looked down. “Oh. Sure.”  Despite his Waiting Room Friend being a foot shorter than him, it felt to Norris like it was the other way around. His presence was magnetic. It compelled him. They didn't even spend a lot of time together– just talking and smoking, leaning against the concrete pillars a little bit down the plaza –but the way he considered anything Norris had to say, however quietly or sporadically he said it, had Norris thinking about him long after they’d parted.

Chapter Five of my ongoing novel project is here! It's a long one! We learn a little about Norris' teenhood, meet his crush, & he & Rufus attempt to start their search for Rufus' apprentice, but run into a magical complication.

If you haven't started reading yet, & 'early 2000s trans Goth accidentally gets involved in a gay wizard’s revenge quest against his former apprentice/lover’ sounds like fun, you can start reading here, for free! 🧙🌈

#gay wizards #gay fiction #trans fiction #wizard #gay author #trans author #original fiction #patreon #wizard upd8 #my writing #Wizard WIP #dial p for post

[c137cst]

Hello! My names rennie/ame and I'm new to the radqueer community!!

I'm trying to get into "trans fictional character" as ame from needy streamer but calling me rennie is fine but I prefer ame online right now

I'm really confused about my identity so that's why I'm creating this blog!

I really would like your help and thank you

Going on to my intro...

I go by any prns besides they/them!

I'm single (thankfully for others, I'm way too attached)

I'm also anti-c!

I have BPD, OCD, ADHD, MDD, and GAD. All professionally diagnosed

Thats all for now, bye!

#pro radqueer #radqueer #radqueer 🌈🍓 #pro rq 🌈🍓 #rq 🌈🍓 #proship #darkshipper #transid #trans fiction #trans character #needy streamer #needy streamer overdose #needy streamer overload

[ashlynflagg]

The Secret Trans Writing Lair is at it Again!!

Our newest bundle, Spring Cleaning, drops today! If you've ever wanted to see a collection of some of our weirdest ideas, our most self indulgent concepts, or even just the stories we haven't got around to writing yet, this is your chance!

My own story, Cursed(?), is a smutty story following the journal of a t-girl experiencing a different kind of transition. We've also got wholesome fluff, snake ladies, and some classic crossdressing eggs. Nine total stories all for five bucks. Feel free to check it out!

#trans #trans writers #writing #queer writers #trans fiction #trans writing

[beedokwrites]

A bundle I am a part of has launched on Itch!

I submitted a short story with a trans character, a gender bent lad, and some miscommunication.

#original fiction #writing promo #trans author #trans fiction #(rare f/m fiction from me) #set in England for variety

[fellamarsh]

The fate of the world is at stake... but nobody is listening.

✨Read the book readers are comparing to Priory of the Orange Tree and The Left Hand of Darkness✨

Hierarchy of the Unseen is a queer fantasy novel about a shiftless demon named Kor and a devout demon hunter named Mitzli who must team up to avert a wave of demonic violence.

If you like character-driven fantasy with immersive worldbuilding, trans protagonists whose stories aren't centered around transphobia, and fresh takes on demons and vampires, then this is the book for you!

Reviewers are calling it "addictive, immersive," "fresh, and engaging," with a "richly realized, exciting world and interesting central dilemma," whose protagonists "feel distinct and real" and "make a great comedic duo."

You can pick up a copy here (to support two queer, trans authors during Pride month!) or read the full blurb and check out reviews on Goodreads or Storygraph.

#hierarchy of the unseen #lgbt fantasy #queer fantasy #trans fantasy #nonbinary books #queer books #queer fiction #trans books #trans fiction #support indie authors #writeblr #2023 books #pride month #pride #pride month 2023 #pride 2023 #book recs #booklr #bookblr #trans masc

[maxturnerwrites]

Queeird 30% OFF SALE now until 1st April 2024 for #TransRightsReadathon

📱 Queeird eBook now £2.80

📖 Queeird paperback now £6.30 (plus p+p where applicable - free to UK

🌈 Queeird bundle: paperback, badge, bookmark & tote bag - £14 (plus p+p) - while stocks last!

SHOP NOW!

#transrightsreadathon #transmasculine #trans male #transgender #trans fiction #queer fiction #support queer writers

[junemonths]

Spring Cleaning Bundle

Myself and several other writers have teamed up on a fiction anthology! With offerings of all kinds, it's nine stories for 5 bucks. There's all kinds of good stuff in there!

My own story, Hormone Resnakement Therapy, follows a woman who has the chance to change and leave behind the humanity that so pains her... but she's worried what her judgmental roommate will think. If you like gradual scaly transformation and shedding humnaity to become someone (and something) new, give it a look!

#june hisses #trans fiction #queer fiction #my writing #scaly

[elamimax]

There's a lot of people who really, really love the "magical school" setting, but for obvious reasons don't want to support Jowling Kowling anymore.

So, I wrote a YA novel.

Jonathan Rosewood is, not to put too fine a point on it, dead. Well, almost dead. Like, basically dead. But he's being given a second chance: to become the familiar of a young witch-in-training. Luckily for him, that means a second lease on life, access to a magical world and incredible abilities, not to mention a whole host of new friends. Unluckily for him, he does still have to go to class, and occasionally giant monsters seem to try to kill him.

With a whole host of young characters, several of which are some form of queer, Jonathan has to figure out how to navigate his own burgeoning identity, the fact that he's a female cat sometimes, as well as the growing realization that there is more to this magical world than meets the eye.

Any Other Name is a queer reimagining of the genre, with a more anti-authoritarian, anti-status quo bent, and hey, this one is by a trans author! You can buy it on Amazon or wherever else you get your epubs :)

His hands in his pockets, shoulders squared and eyes to the ground, Jonathan crossed the road and tried to bury his face in the collar of his jacket. It was eerily quiet when he almost bumped into a chair he realised was in front of a table. Already strange to see these things outside, but on a zebra crossing? He looked up and saw a woman sitting behind the table. She looked a little bit like one of those well-meaning middle-school teachers, who rewarded thirteen-year-olds with stickers (who would pretend not to be proud of them), all rosy cheeks and smelling faintly of incense and a minimum of two cats. She was wearing what appeared to be a dress from the Fifties; the only thing ‘off’ about the presentation was a tattoo of an eye peeking out of her dress at her collarbone. She smiled at him, and indeed, her cheeks were rosy and round.  “Hello,” she said.  “Um,” Jonathan responded.  “Please, sit down. My name is Charlie. Charlie Ferman.” The lady’s smile was unwavering and eerily genuine. It wasn’t predatory or scary, just… disarmingly honest.  “You’re in the middle of the street,” Jonathan said.  The lady giggled, a sound like sleighbells ringing through the air on a christmas morning. “I don’t think that will be a problem,” she said, and rolled her eyes at her surroundings in an exaggerated display. Jonathan looked. The world had stopped. Cars had all braked for some reason, he thought, until he realised that people, too, had frozen in place. A man was trying to get a pigeon from pecking at his hotdog, and it was hovering just a few feet from his face.  “I don’t understand,” Jonathan said. He sat down out of shock, more than out of any obligation to do as the lady asked.  “Gosh, I do so hate this part,” Charlie said. “You’re dead.” Jonathan looked at her.  “No, I’m not,” he said. “I’d know if I was dead. I wouldn’t be talking to you.” “Well, you’re not wrong. But you also kind of are,” Charlie said with an apologetic little smile and then waved in the other direction. Jonathan only just now became aware of the fact that there was a sixteen-wheeler only a foot from the table. “You’re going to be dead,” Charlie said. “In just a few hundredths of a second. It’ll be fairly painless, if that helps. Would you like a sweet?” She produced a small piece of wrapped candy out of a little purse. 

#trans literature #writblr #writing #writers on tumblr #queer lit #young adult #ya books #magical school #trans fiction #queer fiction #Trans protagonist

[moorishflower]

Cocoon (Original selkie romance, Chapter 3)

Cocoon || Shipwrecked Sailor/Selkie || Explicit || 38k, In Progress

Trans Male Character, Shipwrecks, Wilderness Survival, Romance, Selkies, Cannibalism, Amputation, Blood and Injury, Huddling For Warmth, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Hopeful Ending, Mildly Dubious Consent, Fever, Abusive Parents, Fairy Tale Elements, Hurt/Comfort, Despair, Oral Sex, Frottage, Heroic Age of Antarctic Exploration, Animal Death (For the purposes of food)

William Caldwell is a man, and always has been. In order to escape his cruel, abusive father, and to live his life as he has always wished to, William signs up as a deckhand aboard the HMS Fearless, a ship bound for the antarctic circle. When the Fearless is sunk somewhere well south of Australia, in icy waters too frigid to navigate without a full crew, William is left stranded on a remote and deserted island with no food, no water, and no company. Except for the seal that might have saved him.

Chapter 3! Please check the author's note at the beginning regarding this chapter, because now the tags for "amputation" and "blood and injury" are coming into play!

You can read it on AO3!

As always, thank you for reading, and if you are enjoying my writing think about reblogging this! Original fiction doesn't get nearly as much traction as fanfic does, even though it's every bit as free!

#original fiction #my fic #selkie #selkie romance #romance fiction #trans fiction #wilderness survival #gender metaphors

[tranthologies]

OUT NOW: THE GAY HIGHWAYMAN

A campy, historical-ish romance/adventure inspired by folk songs about highwaymen. Concerning polyamorous sapphics, a conniving captain, much sword fighting, and a snarky horse.

The Gay Highwayman is out NOW!

Art by Ronan Fernsel

The Gay Highwayman - Tranthologies | Acast

#tranthologies #the gay highwayman #queer podcast #trans podcast #audio drama #fiction podcast #trans fiction #historical fiction #historical romance #queer historical fiction #queer romance #historical podcast #lesbian podcast #highwayman

[pegglefan69]

After scowling for a long moment, arms crossed, he said, surprise in his voice, “You aren’t lying to me.” Norris laughed sharply. “I’m not! Why would I be!” “How should I know! There are plenty of reasons for a weird young man in a weird old house–” “–My house is not weird,” Norris said heatedly. The old man rephrased his sentence in a clear attempt to mollify him. “It has a charmingly bohemian exterior with something deeply sinister at the center.” “Sinister?” Norris cocked a thumb at the black mirror. “You mean–?” “–I mean you.” Anger surged in Norris like a groundswell. Instead of growling, he sucked in a deep breath. Outside, all the windchimes on the porch jangled violently. He exhaled slowly. When he’d fully let the breath out, the windchimes stopped. Norris closed the front door. When he spoke his voice was a little shaky. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” The old man looked at him with a terror that was rapidly being subsumed by something excited and wily. “I think that I do.” He cleared his throat, obviously hiding the fact he was steadying his nerves. “In fact, young man, I think you may very well be my salvation.”

Chapter Four of my ongoing novel project is here, & so is Rufus! Read on to learn precisely why he's pestering our favorite Goth. It's a pretty juicy update, imho!

If you haven’t started reading yet, & ‘early 2000s trans Goth accidentally gets involved in a gay wizard's revenge quest against his former apprentice/lover’ sounds like fun, you can start reading here, for free! 🧙🌈

#gay wizards #gay fiction #trans fiction #wizard #gay author #trans author #original fiction #Wizard WIP #my writing #patreon #dial p for post

[beedokart]

Cover Art for the short story I’m writing that will be part of a MerMay bundle on Itch in… well, May.

However, if you want to start reading the trans shark-girl/genderfluid bodyguard romance now, it will be available for patrons as I write it: https://www.patreon.com/beedok

#original fiction #mermay #shark girl #trans fiction #gender fluid character #trans author #cover art #cover reveal #original character