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elamimax · 1 year

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Principles of Non-Euclidean Romance

Okay, because I wanted an excuse to post this: An Eldritch abomination (Sammaël, for convenience) has split off a piece of itself (Sam) to experience music (it has already cried to Bonnie Tyler's I Need A Hero and can you honestly even blame it) but now it seems it has to reconceptualize all of its ten dimensions while in a frail little human form. This is actually quite well into the story, so if you were already planning on reading this novella, there might be (will be) spoilers. Enjoy!

Sam floated in the nothing, the nothing before waking up, when unconsciousness is a blanket slipping away. But Sam was not an ordinary person, and her consciousness wasn’t either. She held onto the blanket, and looked into the Darkness, which has less in common with regular darkness and more with the traditional abyss. The biggest difference is that the Darkness screens its calls. Sam stared into the Darkness. It stared back. This wasn’t going to keep working, was it? No, the Darkness seemed to say, although it didn’t say anything, of course. It isn’t. So, what then? Sam thought. The world was falling apart, on a bigger and bigger scale. Reality was beyond fraying, it was tying itself into knots to keep from turning into spaghetti. If she kept repeating the same pattern, it was only a matter of time before she was just a pair of eyeballs in a bowl of soup, bubbling up letters to talk. She was going to have to do something different, this time. Yes, the Darkness didn’t say. You are.

But what? She looked up, although ‘up’ was a ridiculous concept when you were floating in the nothing between sleep and dreams. Up there* was Sammaël. Her original identity. The One she came from. She wondered if it could see her** and how different it was from her now. Was she her own person, or was she a small aspect of a larger creature? And would it be best to return to it, after all? She’d caused all of this, hadn’t she?

*ish **It can, and it waves at her. She can’t see it.

Yes. She thought and tried to imagine the universe, all of it, and found herself failing. Okay, fine, this meaty human brain didn’t have a way to easily conceptualize it. That was something she’d learned to accept, but she knew how to do this when she had thought herself into being aeons ago. She’d start from scratch, if she had to. She imagined a dot. No dimensions. A point. Points were easy. Every entity could be represented by a dot. It was both every dimension and none. It was the zero and the one. Then, a line. Infinite points adjacent to each other, on one axis. A line, going from somewhere to somewhere, infinitely long and infinitely thin. One dimension. Then, another line next to the first. And another, and another. Infinite lines, adjacent to each other, until there was a plane, perfectly visible in her mind. Planes were easy. You could draw stories on them. Write on them. They were easy to imagine. Two dimensions. Still very easy. So stacking planes on top of each other was also easy. Stacking them above and below until this infinite plane covered every conceivable corner of the imaginary space. This was now imaginary space, stretching up, down, left, right, forward and backwards. Space. Three dimensions. This was where things got tricky. She reduced space to a point. For ease of imagination, she turned the point into an apple. All of space. As an apple. She imagined the exact same apple, one unit later. In the same space, but still different. All coordinates the same, except the fourth. The apple, but a little older. She imagined it older and older, rotting and falling apart, and then younger, becoming first red again, then green, and then turning into a bud, then nothing. Then, she imagined every point next to each other. A line. Time.

Four dimensions. She took a deep breath. Now she had to go quantum, and going quantum was one of those things that was usually a bad idea unless you were an interdimensional horror from beyond the bounds of reality. It never ended well for superheroes and action heroes, after all. Across all of time, there had been trillions of quantum particles, existing in superposition until they collapsed. And every one of them could have collapsed in a different way. Every single one branching off from the original line. Every single one adjacent. Parallel. Infinite lines, next to each other. Creating a plane. Five dimensions. Sam stood on the time plane and looked up. This bit was easy, at least. The universe was built on numbers, and all those numbers were reducible. The distance between atoms. The strength of covalent bonds. Up and down, infinite planes made of infinite timelines, and almost all except the one she was on mostly useless. If the universe had been slightly different, it would’ve been incapable of life. Sometimes even incapable of fission, or forming planets. But they were there. Spacetime. Six dimensions. She took a deep breath. Floated in the void for a bit. Now she had to get… conceptual. Weird with it. But it was fine. She’d done this before. Sure, back then she’d eaten concepts alive, and they had been a tasty cheat-day treat, too. Now, she wasn’t even sure about chocolate. But she could do this. Couldn’t she?

Yes, the Darkness implied. You do. All of spacetime existed. In a single point. An apple in an apple. No, that didn’t help. A hypercube. A cube extruded from itself in every possible direction. Slightly better, but useless. She tried, instead, to imagine a field. Now, she imagined one next to it, but where concepts were slightly different. A tree in a point in space and time. The same tree, shifted across all axes, and then… then just one more. An idea. The tree not growing apples, but pears. Then oranges. Then nuts. Then pineapples. Bananas. Carrots. Potatoes. Further. Trees growing smaller trees. Every conceivable concept. Growing on a tree. And then all of them in a line. Every concept. As fruit on a tree. All in a line. Seven. Then, every concept instead of every concept. Lines adjacent. A plane of concepts. Everything that could be. Everywhere. All at once. Eight. And then, everything that can’t. Up and down. Infinitely. Nine. Squeemp. The final axis of dimensionality. Sam realized she’d been holding her breath, which was a hell of a feat when she wasn’t even technically breathing. But the idea made sense, now. She could see it. The nine base dimensions. And now, the fracture. But it was going up, wasn’t it? Space itself seemed to be fine. Space falling apart was usually a lot of nothing. Nothing and nuclear fission.

And then, everything that can’t. Up and down. Infinitely.

This was different. The cause was time. And that was simple to pinpoint too. There was a tear, across reality. Someone had ripped it like a cheap cloth, and now the whole thing was bleeding in on each other, and it wasn’t going to last much longer like this. And Sam knew she had done all of this. She had rewound time, that first time. Not as Sammaël, who was all-present and powerful. Sam, before she’d known she was Sam, limited by a frail human body and a frail human mind to go with it. She’d shattered reality, and it was killing her over and over again. She was at the center of it. She was going to have to fix it. Yes. She was going to have to go back. Back back. Not just in Time, or Space, or Squeemp. Reduce all of them to a point. Go a step back. Ten dimensions. But she couldn’t do that. No. But someone else could. Yes.

She looked into the Darkness, and Sammaël looked back at her. Had it always been so… terrifying in its formlessness? It didn’t scare her, because she knew it. And she’d conceptualized herself more than half of the way there, and she was even a little proud of that. I have no need for Pride. “I do.” Interesting.

If you liked this and want to read more, consider picking up the whole book! It's on amazon right here. It's about an eldritch abomination trans lesbian in a time loop.

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charlottelerose · 1 year

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Ela Bambust: A Retrospective

First, the full disclosures. I have personally helped Ela author some books for sale on Amazon, as well as being a big fan of her work and a long-time supporter of her Patreon. For these reasons and the fact that I find social media scary, I find it difficult to write about other author's works, even when I'm bursting at the seams. But I've been wanting to come out of my shell a bit and do new things (hence, finally getting into Tumblr).

Ela Bambust is, without a shadow of a doubt, a prolific and excellent author of LGBTQIA+ stories who generously gives most of her work away for free on the popular site ScribbleHub under the pseudonym Elamimax. The writing style of her works are fun. I love the way sentences stop mid-word in Principles of Non-Euclidean Romance, or the way inner monoluges happen in Any Other Name. And really, I just love the way she plays with classic isekai and transgender tropes in fiction. In my opinion, and I believe the numbers bear this out too, her best work is Any Other Name. It's a member of the now classic genre of fantasy books centered around a magical school full of witches, wizards, and warlocks. Together, a small band of misfits helps save the day while getting into, out-of, and sometimes creating, magical hijinks. Not only is the book well written from a technical standpoint, but the characters are so vivid and friendly, you actually do feel like you made a friend by the end of the book. That's not to say her other works don't stand on their own merits, either. One of her oldest works is I didn’t ask to be the Demon Queen. A very Ela take on the Isekai genre that quickly made her one of ScribbleHub's “Famous Authors”, and is ranked No. 1 in the Parody tag to this day. It's a fun romp in another world where the protagonist now has to work to undo all the damage the previous owner of her body managed to inflict upon the world, while finding love along the way. If you want a fun popcorn book of hers, Any Witch Way is a fantastic novella about a man described with 'not's, a cat named Pancakes, and a hole in reality. Of all her works, I normally recommend this one to new readers as it feels like a quintessential Ela Bambust book distilled to about 30k words. Whichever book you pick up from Ela, thank you. And: You're welcome.

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elamimax · 1 year

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Hi is there a possibility to purchase your novela ("the principle of non euclidean romance") in e-book format or from site other than Amazon (I was really hoping to get a physical copy)? I'm from Poland so shipping fee is higher than the price of book itself and I can't currently afford spending almost 20$ (let's say our country economics rn is utter shit). Also I'm glad that I found book like this! I'm a humble enjoyer of paranormal romance and lovecraftian bullshit but I've never seen it in queer edition. As a little book worm lesbian myself the sheer fact that book like that exists brings me so much joy!

Hi!

This is a really good question. Most of my work is also available on itch.io, but Principles Of Non-Euclidean Romance hasn't been ported yet.

Or rather, hadn't. This message motivated me to get off my ass and actually set it up. Sadly, I can only get ebooks through amazon until I find a proper publisher, but until then, you can now also get the ebook through Itch.io!

I hope this helps!

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elamimax · 1 year

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Principles of Non-Euclidean Romance, my most recently finished novella is now also available in paperback!

Principles Of Non-Euclidean Romance is a Mystery Dark Comedy Romance about a Trans Lesbian Eldritch Abomination accidentally breaking Time, Space and a Secret Third Thing in its attempt to experience what matters most:

Human Music (and Love too I guess)

An excerpt:

“Space, as has been mentioned, is big. Mind-bogglingly so. You might think the collected five volumes of the Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy are big, but that’s peanuts compared to space. And that’s not even getting into all the ways in which space is next to, on top of, or warping around in on itself in alternate realities.

Space has often been compared to the ocean, and that makes sense. The ocean is large, blue, cold, and human beings have a truly horrendous time trying to breathe any of it. Then there’s the sense of wonder or, more sensibly, fear. There’s a lot of dark out there, in the ocean/space, and it’s tremendously easy to get lost in all that nothing.

But then there’s the differences. In the ocean, lighter things go up, heavy things go down, and tasty things that wriggle a lot tend to go down a lot faster. In space, “up” is a very nebulous concept, and weight is only important when you bump into something.

What most people don’t realize, however, is that space and the ocean are a lot more similar than most people think. For one thing, did you know that you can sail in space? Solar sails catch something called solar winds, and it allows you to travel at relatively high speeds. The other important thing that space and the ocean have in common is that there are very large, hungry creatures that swim around in there that eat people who don’t believe in them.”

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haveyoureadthistransbook · 18 days

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I'm looking for a trans fluffy book. Maybe a romance one I haven't read any good ones and so long. I can never find them so if you have any good suggestions.

Hi, so I want to start by linking the "romance" tag from this blog, there's hopefully some there you will enjoy.

I am personally not the biggest romance and fluff reader, so I would also ask my followers to weigh in if you know anything else! However, some fluffy/uplifting trans stories I read and enjoyed are:

The Prince's Dearest Guards by Beau Van Dalen - also quite spicy and featuring some dysphoria, but mainly sweet and fluffy and about accepting oneself (trans man MC)

As the Light Goes Out by Olive J. Kelley - short and really fluffy, adhd acceptance, some negative feelings about adhd & burnout, but very much centered on healing (trans man LI)

The Companion by E.E. Ottoman - short, spicy and incredibly fluffy, t4t4t (trans woman MC, trans man LI, trans woman LI)

The Left Hand of Dog by Si Clarke - sci fi, very nerdy, very sweet, not inherently a romance, but features a romance plot, it has a talking dog which is always very good (nonbinary transfem MC)

Any Other City by Hazel Jane Plante - fictional memoir, very bittersweet at points, but also filled with so much community and love and trans joy and queer sex. (tw for self harm/suicide attempt in the past, abusive relationship in the past and dysphoria + bad sex due to it). (trans woman MC)

A Psalm for the Wild Built by Becky Chambers - cozy post-apocalyptic sci fi (we fixed it. what now?), like a warm cup of tea, very fluffy, about finding your own way (nonbinary MC)

As far as I know anything by Ela Bambust (but especially Principles of Non-Euclidean Romance & Any Other Name) - really sweet and loving and magical stories of trans acceptance and coming out (trans woman MC)

Mooncakes by Suzanne Walker - a comic about a young Deaf witch and a nonbinary werewolf, short and sweet, does deal with fighting oppression a bit (nonbinary LI)

Dulhaniyaa by Talia Bhatt - a short romance, does feature arranged marriage and past heartbreak, but overall very fluffy and sweet and romantic & very bollywood (trans woman LI)

Those are a few I could think off, but again I'm not the biiiiggest romance reader out there, so there's definitely more :) I hope you'll be able to find something you enjoy!

#book recs #not a poll #ask #thatonebitheaterkid

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