#sci fi queerness

[imaginal-ai]

"Cybernetic Glamour" (0006)

(More of the Cybernetic Glamour Series)

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[cephalopod-celabrator]

ROUND 2

You can vote in this if you're cis, trans, whatever, just don't start bitching about how these "aren't related to gender" in the notes. You are encouraged to tell me what you pick though!

[nousanti]

✨Together, we make a Galaxy ✨

Here's the reveal of my full piece for @novaandmali 's 'Hitchhiker's Guide to Art History', a scifi pulp-fiction style art zine!

The kickstarter will be over soon, if you'd like to help fund this project, please go check it out!

[shortboxcomicsfair]

A stowaway joins a long-term initiative of regenerating a war-torn universe using a mysterious plant with a power that has been keeping the crew alive for half a century. @jdebbiel 's fiction comic debut, 'Death Fiddles and We Dance,' coming to SB Fair this October!

This comic will be released digitally in October as part of ShortBox Comics Fair, an online-only event that will see the release of over 100+ new, original comics from artists around the world!

[spirk-trek]

Contact Fanzine | Pat Stall, 1977

[bodhrancomedy]

If you vote, would you mind reblogging?

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[midgeonsmidgeon]

[saint-vagrant]

thought i'd share the central cast of my new 🔞 trans sci-fi/military intrigue story, set in 196X-199X. you'll also find them in my entry for the Shortbox Comic Fair in the fall :^)

much to say but it'll have to wait... so i'll toss in a couple sketches too. i've been focused on this since december, and have done more work than is natural or normal, so i'm getting very excited to unveil it. only a bit longer now. in the meantime, go and read SUPERPOSE. if you like that... there's some thematic crossover!

[whereserpentswalk]

People don't realize how liminal it is to be a time traveler. How you don't ever really feel like you're in the time you are. Even when you're in your own time, everything is off, your coat was something you bought in interwar France, the book you're reading on the train is from a bookstore you had to visit in Victorian London, even your necklace was given to you by a Neolithic shaman, from a culture the rest of the world can never know. You find yourself acting strange even when in the present, much less in the past you have to work in.

You remember meeting a eunuch in 10th century China, and having him be one of the only people smart and observant enough to realize you were from a diffrent time. You could talk honestly with him, though still you couldn't reveal too much about your time. And it was still so strange hearing him talk casually about work and mention plotting assassinations. You're not allowed to but you still visit him sometimes.

You remember that the few times you were allowed to tell someone everything it was tragic. You knew a young woman who lived in Pompeii, who you had gotten close to, a few days before she would inevitably die. On your last day there you looked into her eyes, knowing soon they'd be stone and ash, that the beauty of her hair would be washed away by burning magma. And you hugged her, and told her that you wanted her to be safe, and told her she was wonderful and that you wanted her to be comfortable and happy. And you let her tongue know the joy of 21st century chocolate, and her eyes see the beauty of animation, knowing she deserved to have those joys, knowing it wouldn't matter soon. And you hugged her the last time, and told her she deserved happiness. And when you left without taking her it was like you were killing her yourself.

You want to take home everyone you're attached to. There's a college student you befriended in eighteen fifties Boston. And you can't help but see him try to solve problems you know humanity is centuries away from solving. And you just want to tell him. And it's not just that, the way he talked about the books and plays he likes, his sense of humor. There's so many people you want him to meet.

You feel the same way about a young woman you met on a viking age longship. She tells stories to her fellow warriors and traders, stories that will never fully get written down, stories that she tells so uniquely and so well. She has so many great ideas. You want so dearly to take her to somewhere she can share her stories, or where she can take classes with other writers, where she can be somewhere safe instead of being out at sea. She'll talk about wanting to be able to do something, or meet people, and you know you're so close to being able to take her, but you never can, unless she accidently finds out way too much then you can't.

You remember the longship that you met that young storyteller on. You were there before, two years ago for you, ten years later for the people on it. The young woman who told you stories wasn't there ten years later, you had been told why then but you only realize now, her uncle, who ran the ship, had been one of the first people to convert to Christianity in his nation. He killed her, either for not converting or for sleeping with women, you're not sure, but he killed her, and bragged about it when you met him ten years later.

You talk to the storyteller on the longship, ask her about the myths you're there to ask her about, the myths that she loves to tell. You look into her eyes knowing it's probably less then a year until her uncle takes her life. You ask her if you think that those who die of murder go to Valhalla. She tells you she hopes not, she doesn't see Valhalla as a gift but as a duty, she hopes for herself to go to Hel, where she wouldn't have to fight anymore. You slip and admit you're talking about her, telling her that you hope that's where she goes when she's killed. You hope to yourself you'll be forced to take her to the twenty first century, you're tempted even to make it worse, you want to have ruined her enough to be able to save her.

[deepspacequeer]

hey y'all! I finally put together a post with everything I have for sale currently! some new things, some old things. click the photo descriptions for information and price for each collage!

if you're interested in anything, please send me a message through tumblr messenger and not through my inbox. feel free to use my inbox for your anonymous questions and comments though!

btw! the prices here are decided by the materials used, how long I've had it, and the time spent on it. they do not necessarily reflect my commission rates. if you're interested in a commission check out my pinned post!

SOLD: the 6x8 kira collage, the worf 6x8 collage, 16x20 inch sisko/crew collage, 6x8 be bold collage

[imaginal-ai]

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[cephalopod-celabrator]

I like these polls and this concept even though it's been done so

[pynkmouth]

another robo girl

[shortboxcomicsfair]

Like a receding tide, the return to the domed city forces Monica to confront her past - and the girl she's been running away from for so long. From @mooooonbug: 'The Collapse of Brine City' is a new comic, coming to the fair this October.

This comic will be released digitally in October as part of ShortBox Comics Fair, an online-only event that will see the release of over 100+ new, original comics from artists around the world!

[thepenumbrapodcast]

What, indeed, is the honorable choice for the thief to make? "Juno Steel and the Thief's Honor (Part 2)" is now available for $4 Patreon supporters who want to find out! Everyone else will hear the episode on Tuesday.

We really want to see your live reactions to this episode, so if you'd like to make things a bit more interactive, film yourself listening to this episode for the first time, choose a short clip, and post it to any social media and tag us! (Make sure that audio from the episode doesn't bleed through, because we don't want people to get spoiled: mute it or put other music over top, please.) We'll repost our favorite reactions. And just a reminder: this is not the final episode of Juno Steel.

[spirk-trek]

Between Friends | Connie Faddis, 1978 This fanzine famously featured the first thr--some between Kirk/Spock/McCoy. Read the story by Gayle F here!