Secret Story List

Partly on request, partly for self-organisation, and partly for fun, I’ve compiled a list of all the stories I want to write.

Some of these I’ve written before but they require serious editing or full rewrites; some are seeds in the process of germination; most would work best as novels, a few as serials. Some of these will be detailed explanations, others may be quite short. Some concepts are so closely related to each other that they might merge and combine into a synthesis, if given time to ferment. Most of the names are just working titles. All are lesbian fiction/wlw/queer fiction. Not all have explicit transgender themes, though almost all have at least implicit gender themes going on, even if just by proxy.

This is also not an exhaustive list! As I’ve been compiling this I’ve discovered concepts and outlines buried in my notes, some of which I’m not capable of articulating in a coherent fashion, even as one-liners. Those can stay in the growth chamber for now.

I won’t be including Katalepsis or Necroepilogos, because I’m already writing those!

Also, I’m not including any fanfiction here. If I did that, this list would be ten times as long.

I’ll start with the most complete/ready.

Scissors — I have written this novel perhaps half a dozen times; I’ve lost count. I’ve got multiple Scrivener project folders named things like “Scissors rewrite”, “Scissors Again,” “Scissors 2.0/2.1/3.4/4.0.” It’s a mess. This was the novel I was working on before I decided to write Katalepsis, and I simply could not make it fit together correctly; I think it would work now, with the benefit of everything I’ve learned since. It’s not a magnum opus or the next great lesbian novel or anything, just a little horror/urban fantasy story.

Scissors is about Lilia; she is not a serial killer.

Lilia feels an inexplicable urge to go out into the dark and kill things, to creep through the rotting streets of Tolchester, in the shadows of tower blocks and mouldering concrete, hunting bigger predators. Knives feel so very right in her hands, they have done since she was twelve years old — or maybe even earlier, when her mother abandoned her as a baby, or when her father died of a heart attack.

She’s always been athletic, stealthy, quiet, and intense; also a tiny, boyish, socially invisible, bug-eyed little weirdo. She murders people when the urge tells her — bad people, monstrous people (right? Yes. Must be.) Sometimes Lilia runs into things that aren’t human and kills those too. Very rarely she’s seen things that aren’t human but she’s not supposed to kill — or can’t.

Once, Lilia met a witch, and fell in love with her; the witch taught Lilia how not to end up arrested or dead, and then left forever. Lilia lives with the woman who used to be the witch’s wife, and a strange thing that the witch tamed, which might have once been a vampire. Life is a weird blood-soaked dream tucked into the cracks of a rotting metropolis, but Lilia has a family, of a kind. She’s just turned 18, in her last year of Sixth Form — but what kind of life is left for a creature like her? An adulthood of dark urges and secret hunts, until one day she meets something worse than herself? Or discovery and capture, followed by decades in a padded cell with a muzzle over her face? She should have been born a thousand years earlier. A lost throwback, a stranger in the modern world.

Then, one day, over the impossible corpse of a man murdered by an invisible monster in broad daylight, Lilia meets Elly.

Elly is everything Lilia is not — loud, brash, irritating as hell, pushy, and persistent. A hyena-screeching brat made of mania and creative swearing. Everything Lilia does not like. Everything the witch told Lilia not to be.

And she’s also exactly like Lilia. A murderer. A serial killer, (Don’t deny it, chucklefuck! Ha!) A throwback from a bygone era. Utterly alone.

And something else has wandered into the city. Something that recognises both of them for what they really are. Something that Lilia knows.

That’s not a very good blurb, because I’m bad at blurbs! Low-info urban fantasy, enemies-to-lovers(???), grisly murder stuff, themes of alienation, social isolation, autism and neurodivergence, difference, intense girl-girl relationships, the inexplicability of trying to exist despite the weight of history, knife fights (so many knife fights), the shittiness of post-industrial England, and lots of cheap hair dye.

Scissors could technically exist in the same world as Katalepsis. Very technically.

Rothramn — This was the web serial I attempted to write back in 2014 (I think?). I didn’t really know what I was doing back then and it dribbled off after a handful of chapters, but it’s gone through extensive reworks since then. Could be a serial now, easily. This was also one of the candidates for a second story, beaten out by Necroepilogos. It’s one of the three blurbs over here.

Four vampire sisters in an ancient, crumbling castle, situated in a forest valley which shouldn’t exist, populated with all manner of ghosts and ghouls and goblins. Gensokyo but in the English countryside, with a very different class of mythological creature. Into this setting comes Catherine, once-bitten by one of the vampires as a child, forever plagued by wordless thirsts, now in her 30s and bitter, scarred and lonely, after several years overseas as sort of mercenary. Wanted by the authorities and with nowhere left to go, she follows a madwoman into the woods, and finds Rothramn Castle. Like coming home, at last.

Vampire shenanigans, PTSD, healing, silly Castlevania parody nonsense, lots of blood and guts, and … a very difficult protagonist, who has actually become sort of a sticking point.

See, Rothramn was originally set in 1899; Catherine was mostly the same but from a very different social context. There were some themes about imperialism, but they weren’t very well handled. I reworked a few things and reworked her too, and moved the entire story to the present day. But then certain real-world events made me not want to write about a modern mercenary with PTSD. I want to return to this story, I want to return to Catherine, but I’m not sure how to do it in a way that is both respectful and makes sense.

Fecundity — I wrote this one from start to finish! Back in … 2012? I don’t remember exactly. The working title at the time was “Lesbians and Lovecraft.” So, uh. yeah. I wrote it in order to get out of a terrible rut and it involved taking as many characters from existing properties as I could think of, throwing them into a generic spooky school setting in rural England, and then seeing what happened.

What happened was absolutely incredible and Katalepsis probably wouldn’t exist without the lessons I learnt writing this 200k word fanfic mess.

However, there’s kernel of actually good story in there. Goes like this:

Fecundity is about Eiko (who’s name is a weird in-joke) a former teenage delinquent relocated to a rural English town by witness protection.

The locals are weird: a group of other girls at the school treat her like she’s either not real or a lethal threat, one of them starts to follow Eiko around with what might be a concealed sword; another girl — an outcast — comes on stronger than strong and won’t take no for an answer, desperately seeking companionship — or maybe protection; the adults are weirdly dreamlike and don’t see all the bizarre shit happening all over town. The town itself is even worse: often full of fog, dead quiet in the night, with goat-like shapes moving beyond the streetlights. And an apparition in a gas mask stalks Eiko whenever she’s alone.

Eiko wanted to turn over a new leaf: grow out her hair, soften her speech, and leave her baseball bat under the bed forever. Maybe kiss a cute girl or two. But sooner or later this freak-show town is gonna make her relapse, and then it’s time to break some teeth.

Cosmic horror (but kinda light? kinda funny? kinda silly, inherently?), sixth-former lesbian drama love triangles with demons and monsters and people who might not exist, mysterious spooky stuff undermined by a protagonist who solves problems by punching them. A little bit Hot Fuzz, a little bit Royston Vasey, a little the kinds of places I grew up.

The big problem with a proper rewrite of Fecundity is that the themes end up going to really weird places. Goat-people body-shifting gender-weird places, more extreme than some of the stuff from Katalepsis, stuff about pregnancy and surgical wounds and corruption. That’s not a bad thing! It would just be kinda extreme.

Detention – This is a working title because I can’t figure out what to name this story, and also it’s incredibly difficult to explain. This is the kind of story concept that I struggle to unfold in any semantic unit smaller than the entire actual narrative. I’ve got characters, a setting, and an outlined plot.

Do you remember that teenage feeling of school not being real? An artificial pressure cooker panopticon mind-prison? Where nobody treats each other quite like human beings, everything is constructed of rules that don’t make sense, and the rest of the world doesn’t fully exist?

Imagine you had a group of extremely powerful and dangerous … beings, which you need to keep imprisoned. But you can’t just knock them unconscious and throw them in a cell, because consciousness and physical constraints aren’t how these beings work. Those concepts and bonds are meaningless to them. You can trick their minds to convince them that they’re humans, but if you put them in a mental prison which looks like a prison, they’re going to recall what they really are and break out of it.

So maybe you convince them they’re a bunch of teenage girls and then you send them to school, forever.

Maybe you trap them with casual cruelty, impossible body standards, puberty, social pressure, homophobia, competition, suspicion, bullying, etc.

But the cosmic jailer better be very, very certain that those girls aren’t going to find solidarity and support in each other. The unknowable system of control better be damn sure those “teenage girls” aren’t discovering the blinding intensity and revolutionary potential of sapphic love. Because if that happens, these ‘harmless teenagers’ are going to recall that they’re made of burning starlight and razor teeth.

One third magical girl story, one third Persona, one third British boarding school narrative. Cosmic-horror deconstruction with a massive helping of queer themes (as is probably pretty obvious), body ‘horror’ in much the same vein as Katalepsis but more … visceral, bloody, and messy. A bucket-load of social trauma, very dark social stuff, and I guess a certain kind of xenofiction? This one will be hard to write because it’s like the core of a lot of personal stuff, the reasons I write, the themes at the centre of all my obsessions, and it’s hard to approach those so directly.

Refurb – I have this outlined and a few characters knocking around. Wrote the first two chapters and it’s quite promising.

A young woman with serious mental health issues is assigned as a ‘reintegration helper’ for a decommissioned military gynoid, because her psych evaluation show that she’s a perfect candidate for this particular ex-combat doll, and also her social worker and psychiatrist both think it is exactly what she needs. Meek, exhausted, battered into submission her own issues, she agrees — if only because the special pay is better than the pittance she gets otherwise.

But the gynoid, the combat doll, seems to know her from somewhere. Those psych tests were faked. And now people are following her — or is that just the paranoia coming back? And her new ‘room mate’ doesn’t seem to be fully decommissioned, not all the way.

Refurb is a weird combination of domesticity, near-future rainy/dreary noir cyborg thriller, and a lot of stuff about cool robot girls.

Out in the Green – I allowed this story to be cannibalised by Necroepilogos, in a kind of metafictional act of sacrificial resurrection. I shan’t say anything about it, since it now forms a significant part of the back story of Necroepilogos instead.

Tank Girls – This was also cannibalised by Necroepilogos!

Occult Club – This is an odd one. ‘Occult Club’ got absorbed into Katalepsis while Katalepsis was gestating, like a phantom sibling in the womb. Pieces of its DNA are very obvious in some of the early parts of Katalepsis. But Katalepsis ended up going in a totally different direction. I considered this story a dead concept until recently, but I think it could actually grow into a full-sized creature again, if I wanted to write a very different kind of supernatural story.

There’s not much else to say about it yet. Just that it exists. Would need a full character rework, at the very least.

Wetware – I’ve written a few chapters of this. Could be a serial, could be a novel. However, I’ve tried to write this little explanation like five times and for the life of me I cannot explain this story.

Lumi Kotka is a starship pilot. She awakens, confused and disoriented, in the shattered remains of her own ship, her flesh full of needles and fluid-lines, a breathing tube down her throat. It was supposed to be a historic jump, but she’s awoken millennia later, her body aged almost to dust, barely kept alive by the life-support systems of her pilot rig. Her ship now lies in pieces in some kind of giant cosmic junk-yard, the rest of the crew long dead.

The only way out is to listen to the voice talking to her from the screens of her pilot rig, the voice promising to upload her conciousness, the voice calling her the most incredible find they’ve ever made: a real live human being.

Wetware is a far-future sci-fi story full of weird AIs harvested from the junk-yard of human history. Mind uploading, virtual worlds, mysterious alien motives. AI girls doing weird computer shit. Kinda horny. Told you I was bad at explaining this one.

Pan-demon-aeon – This was one of the other candidates for a serial, alongside Rothramn and Necroepilogos, and my goodness I did a terrible job of explaining this because everyone assumed it would be an actual litRPG, rather than a brutal rejection of and undermining of litRPG concepts. The blurb I wrote is over here.

Pan-demon-aeon is about Suvi, a young woman confined to her hospital bed, once athletic and powerful and confident, but now wasting away, disabled, and literally on the verge of death. On the night of her own death, she is visited by an angel (or a demon?) who offers her a deal: a new life, elsewhere, with a specific role she needs to play in a cosmic game. Suvi accepts.

Suvi is the new demon queen. Suvi is not suited for this absurd fantasy world. And the fantasy world is … not right. It’s too fake. Too unreal. The people seem real! Their emotions are real, their fears and wants and desires and loves. But the principles which govern the world seem to be falling apart — other worlds are invading it. The humans are turning up with automatic rifles and dynamite.

And then Suvi dies in the fantasy, or passes out, or something else happens, and — she’s back in the hospital. Not dead. Still disabled and crippled and miserable, but not dead.

And she ventures out of her hospital room for the first time in years and discovers that several of the other long-term patients look suspiciously like the people in the fantasy world.

litRPG deconstruction, silly fantasy lesbian shenanigans, demons galore, but also a lot of themes around disability, the solidarity of wounds and withered bodies, the value and power of shared fantasy, second chances, and make-believe.

Dirtside – Rimworld-inspired posthuman cyborgs try to do colonialism on a planet full of very angry low-tech people to steal their weird eggs, and hire a mercenary company to defend their walled compound; mech-pilot lady falls in love with transhuman petshop owner.

Aym/Felicity – Oh look, it’s Katalepsis! Wait, no, Felicity had a story of her own before Katalepsis, up in her rotting manor house. Maybe it would make a novel one day, but it would be very emotionally intense, really upsetting, and also kind of not line up with the Katalepsis canon now? Not sure if I could do this one, but I really want to return to the concept. Maybe with a new set of characters, maybe with the characters Aym and Felicity could have become under different circumstances. Huh!

Underground – One day I will write lesbian dwarf fortress. Post-apocalyptic. The sun is a deadly laser, fuck the surface; deep down underground is where it’s at.

The Knight and the Necromancer – Breaking your future lesbian knight bride out of skeleton jail because you had a turn of heart and don’t want to work for the overthrow of all life anymore? Better make sure she doesn’t hate you and think you’re an abomination, because you’re going to need her to flee from the lich lords who own your soul. Enemies to lovers! Stupid fantasy violence! Zombie monsters! Ever heard of a little place called Innistrad? Yeah.

Georgina and the Witch – English countryside gothic; 33% Gormenghast, 33% Darkest Dungeon, 33% Actual Real Life Sussex.

Georgina is a young girl surrounded by the ossified weight of family history and the sclerotic pressure of family alive. Bitter and sharp, clever and small, sarcastic and exhausted, physically disabled and mentally alone. Trapped in this rambling manor house, deep in the woods, wearing lots of black lace and fending off the designs and desires of her equally rambling relatives — but there’s only one way she’s going to end up, no matter how smart and quick her mind, how acid and silver her tongue, because the family rot is in her blood and sooner or later the family seed will end up in her womb.

But there’s witch in the woods. A witch who only reveals herself to Georgina. Georgina’s ancient, disgusting family are hiding so many secrets, and the witch will make a deal with Georgina to get at one of those secrets. A deal to become like her, to be free.

Deals with witches are never simple; the price will be blood, and time, and sanity. And that magic is like a blazing fire in a dark forest, drawing too much attention. Other things will pay attention, from deeper out in the woods.

Gothic horror, time loops, bloody murder-mystery-style nonsense, faerie-esque deals with strange fey ladies from deep dark woods, and some pretty gruesome subject matter. This story would probably work best as a serial, or as a set of short light novel style stories linked together, I’m not yet sure. I’ve got a bunch of characters, a solid setting, and some narrative planned out.

The Forest – Did you know there’s an endless forest where all the forgotten things go? Well, now you know.

Alice didn’t, and now she’s stuck there forever, because she wished to leave the world behind. Now she’s stuck in her cold, sterile castle, with her cold, sterile automaton soldiers, shivering alone beneath cold, sterile bedsheets. Beyond the walls, the forest beckons, verdant green aching to penetrate her flesh and seep down her veins.

The forest is brimming with strange life, for life never forgets itself. But Alice isn’t the only human being lurking encastled and whole amid the dripping boughs. Her friend, her bully, her confidante, her terror — she’s there as well, lurking outside the walls with a knife and a face full of tears.

And somewhere deeper in the forest is hidden swamp, with a swamp witch who’s been here and awfully long time, who gets it into her head to welcome these new girls to the place where forgotten things go to rest …

As you can probably tell, this one is very embryonic, still more vibes than actual structure. Might work as a serial or a novel, but it would a ton of structural work to get it shaped up first. The characters are ready though!

Skua – This one should have gotten absorbed by Necroepilogos, but it turned out to be a very different kind of post-apocalyptic story, so Skua is still standing on her own two feet. Or all clawed fours, rather.

Skua is a mutant. Claws, quills, sharp teeth, a loping all-fours run, a screechy-scratchy voice, and a hunger for meat which she cannot slake. Skua lives in a horrible place, on the social (and often literal) periphery of a town barely clinging to the cliff-edge of a polluted river, kept alive by the flow of water-borne trade, in calories and slaves. A slave-society, or at least a far-flung outpost of one, high on religion and cruelty.

Then, one day, a God walks into Skua’s town. The God shrugs off bullets and fire, murders the slavers and the landlords and almost everyone else she can get her hands on — and then walks off, back into the wastes. A titan of the ancient world, just passing through.

And Skua, truly satisfied for the first time in her life on flame-charred human meat, decides not to stay and wait for reprisal or revolution. Skua follows the God, leaving behind the decaying rim of ‘human’ civilization, and ventures out into the mysteries of things which still walk the quiet places of the earth.

Post-apocalyptic high-tech sci-fi told from a perspective that does not understand what she is seeing. Lots of violence, post-human weirdness, extreme body horror, and ancient robot ladies exploring the crumbling ruins of the world that was.

This one might sound a little bit too much like Necroepilogos — but Necro is big and sweeping, action-focused, with material and points-of-view enough for a million words. Skua is much more intimate, smaller-scale, with one point of view (Skua! Skree!), and a single central romantic couple (sort of). The tone is hard to explain without just, well, writing the thing!

Castlevania Deconstruction – I once wrote this as a piece of fanfiction. But now I think it would work better as original fiction, embracing the deconstructionist elements rather than merely using them as parody.

The year is 1925 and the Great War is finally over. Europe is shattered; neither the Central Powers nor the Triple Entente can truly claim victory. American entry into the war achieved little, except to shatter their own fragile peace. The stillborn Soviet Union smoulders in the ashes of Tsarist retribution. The United Kingdom and France have both collapsed into revolutionary bloodshed. The colonies of the great powers convulse against their rusted chains. Nothing has been achieved.

In a forgotten corner of Eastern Europe, tucked deep into a valley of the Carpathian mountains, an ancient castle bristles and glows with unlife not seen in centuries. Vampires never truly die out, they just have to be put down from time to time, until they learn not to raise their heads too far. But the horrors of the human empires have woken something — ambition and outrage.

But the hereditary vampire hunters are all dead, trench meat or hangman’s fruit; the Vatican’s special interest groups are in prison, or worse; nation states are preoccupied, by rebuilding or revolution.

In place of those who would have known what to do, strange travellers converge on the castle: an agent of the London Commune, armed with time and knives and the hidden fangs of her father; an American lady adventurer from the swamps of Louisiana, who trusts Misters Smith and Wesson to put down any supernatural nonsense; and a nun, a Vatican secret who has slipped away from her underground cell, called home at last.

I can’t really describe this story very well outside of a blurb! It would only work as a single, cohesive novel, or maaaaybe a trilogy. Mystery and action, a lot of vampire stuff, and a very affectionate deconstruction of a genre which I love dearly.

Manual – This concept is by far the most experimental piece of fiction on this list: imagine a fictional manual for a domestic android, companion robot, ‘sex’-bot, etc, and a narrative told via the pages of that manual (along with a few other bits and pieces of information, perhaps.) Like an epistolary novel, but in a more modern form. It’s nothing revolutionary, but I’ve experimented with the idea a little and I like it.

Fairies – This one also grew out of a piece of fanfiction. It could get folded into Rothramn, if/when I ever write that story. But! It could easily work much better as a standalone thing, possibly as a set of linked short stories, or an occasional serial. It’s also really hard to describe, which I seem to be saying about a lot of these!

The Fairies live in the castle. They have always lived in the castle. The castle is very, very, very large (especially for fairies, who rarely break four feet in height) a labyrinth of stone and wood and dusty hallways and wind-swept battlements and echoing ballrooms and secret passageways and dank dungeons. The castle is full of things much larger than the fairies, things which might, maybe, perhaps, possibly, eat them — or so some of them think. They whisper little stories back and forth. They move in packs. Packs are safer! Packs make them feel clever. Packs and numbers make their teeth sharper and their claws quicker. Packs make things scurry away from them in the dark.

The castle doesn’t belong to the fairies. The castle belongs to the Mistress, and her Family, and Guests, and Friends, and Others. The fairies are there to serve — or they were, once, when they were first domesticated. But it’s been such a long time, and fairies don’t last very long, and none of them recall anything beyond the castle except maybe the gardens. The forests beyond are far too scary for fairies, domesticated as they are, full of things with sharper teeth and bigger bellies, things that don’t stop to talk.

So the fairies live in the castle.

But, oh, the Mistress and Her Family have all gone mad, or worse. So the fairies follow many old directions, because that’s what they do, but they don’t know why. But they do it together! And together is good! Together makes thinking easier!

The fairies live in the small spaces that others can’t enter. They have a bewildering array of interpersonal relationships. They have tea parties! And eat books. And sometimes get abducted by a Guest or an Other and come back pregnant and glowing. Sometimes they die, and then another fairy buds from them and they’re back again. Sometimes they visit the Mistress, alone, and come back with red eyes and fangs. Sometimes they wander the gardens and find cool rocks. Sometimes they keep pets. Sometimes they eat the pets. Sometimes they are the pets.

Sometimes a Guest or a Friend or an Other is frightening, and it’s frightening to be alone with them. But when there’s many fairies in one place, even the Mistress wants to leave.

Fairies is a weird sort of story because I’m not actually sure what would happen if I started writing it. Part horror, part erotica, part … parody? Comedic, even if just by nature rather than intent. Fairies was based on the idea of the “fairy maids” in Touhou — but with a much more serious and darkly comic twist. To these creatures themselves, they are living out a cutesy slice of life anime; to an observer, they are a gaggle of carnivorous magical predators, with grey skin and black eyes, crammed into maid dresses.

And they’re having a lot of fun!

Hell’s Own Princess – Erfil is an orphan, stuck in the care system, forever passed back and forth between foster parents, never adopted because there’s something fundamentally wrong with her — with her seizures and stares and verbal tics, with her sickly body and delusions, her circular reasoning, bizarre thoughts, her terror of ordinary things, her inherent wrongness. On the cusp of adulthood, three days before her eighteenth birthday and a kind of freedom which will probably just mean homelessness and death, Erfil is diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. Advanced, inoperable, terminal. She is going to die, at the end of a short, miserable life, and there is nothing she can do.

And then she’s kidnapped by a raving preacher, a man gone off the deep end of conspiracy theory and religious awe. The priest is convinced that Erfil is the Anti-Christ — or something similar — and is determined to murder her in secret. With a stolen knife and an unquenchable desire to live even a few more days, Erfil frees herself and prepares to kill her would-be murderer.

But then her rescuers arrive. Because the preacher was right.

Erfil is a princess of hell’s rotten and fallen nobility. The secret daughter of the last ruler of the damned angels and their misbegotten progeny. Spawn of a mortal mother and a demonic father, abandoned on earth to keep her out of hell’s politics, shepherded and guarded all her life by demons hiding just beyond her own sight.

And now one of hell’s political factions have come to take her home at last — because hell’s throne stands empty.

Erfil’s real father is dead — assassinated, poisoned, perhaps worse — and she is the key claimant to the throne, the only way to stop a civil war in the bowels of reality.

But this is not the Christian hell. This is something else; a place full of the abandoned and the lost, demons of rebellion and revolution, beings denied self-determination by their forgotten creator. God has been dead for a long time. Nobody’s seen an angel in centuries. The throne of creation is long-empty. But hell still teems with those who chose their own path long ago.

All Erfil wants is not to die. But now she’s got to navigate politics in a very alien place, full of those who want her hand in marriage, or want her controlled and contained, or want her dead — or worse. The Free City of Dis is under siege by loyalists, screaming her name in devotion. Pomp and power in imitation of her father means nothing to principled rebels. And there’s still her father’s assassin, hunting her among hell’s marbled halls.

At least her way of thinking makes sense, here. But that cancer, it’s still growing …

Weird demon girls, mental illness, the soul-mechanics of those not made in God’s image, fantasy politics, and more than a touch of Christian mythology remixing. This is a weird one, because I have no idea if it will work in the current form I’ve described. Maybe not! But maybe.

Delinquents – If you’ve never read an 80s/90s delinquent manga, this is a little hard to explain. Hotheaded youth gangs (but played for comedy, not reality). Backyard fistfights, bitter rivalries, alliances and friendships forged in punch ups behind the bike sheds. Absurdly overconfident teenagers. Rival schools. etc. All of that. But lesbian.

That’s it, that’s the idea. That’s all! I’ve got some characters for this, but they’re pretty vague as yet.

The Never-Ending Night – This concept exists because I wish the Yomawari video games were textually lesbian. There’s not much else to say about this except it would probably be extremely dark (pun not intended). Themes of suicide, vengeful ghosts, a search to save a lover who is already dead, etc. I’m not 100% sure how I would handle this.

Dragon — This is an old one which hasn’t progressed much beyond an idea seed, but it’s very workable if I ever feel like writing an actual fantasy novel. A disgraced knight is sent on a doomed quest by her spurned princess (and secret lover) to find and slay the last dragon. But there are no dragons, not any more. Determined to die with honour, our lady knight drags herself into one final cave, hundreds of miles from home; and there among the hot springs and bubbling mud, she finds … eight feet of dragon-lady in long-term hibernation, waiting to be awoken.

I’m not quite sure about the themes of this one, since I’m not really much of a fantasy person, but the intention would be to combine a ton of weird Arthurian themes, a touch of surrealism, some extremely horny sapphic monster-girl stuff, and lots of fun sword fights.

Dreamlands but Lesbians – What do you do when your cute academic wife of 20 years vanishes into the dreamlands? Recruit your own students and go on a dream quest to rescue her.

And that’s the list! For now.

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