Academia Altagracia is a magitech/scifantasy webcomic following a co-ed school and its eccentric staff. In charge of it is Principal Efraín, a hi-tech stone robot, the only one of her kind. A strict and workaholic yet caring matron, who knows too much about the dangers of this world. Her recent newest hire is art teacher Professor Keshet: a cheerful human woman, who has the magic ability to create acrylic paint out of thin air.
Her arrival creates a crack in the school staff's routine - because despite everything, Keshet wants to believe that things can turn out alright.
If you adore the nostalgic aesthetic of 80s-90s cartoons, like whimsical cartoony characters, colorful worlds and emotional plots spiced with crazy humor, and lesbian robot x human romance... THEN CHECK IT OUT! (Disclaimer: occassional darker themes about trauma and mental health, drug use, slight suggestive content. Target audience is adults)
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: I am Levi (he/him), a 3D animator and comic artist. I am mixed and half Nicaráguan - and yes, this comic heavily features Nica culture based on both my own and my family's experiences :] I am also a polyamorous sapphic butch!
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With all the hubbub about Nolan's Odyssey, @animate-mush pointed out I should drop the link to my own Greek heroes who deal with PTSD about the Trojan War xD
“You look good,” Flash said, swishing a red solo cup full of water back and forth.
“Pfft. No, I don’t,” Petra rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, you do.”
“You’re only saying that because you refuse to make eye contact with me.”
“Oh fer’ cryin’ out loud,” Flash said, turning to her, locking eyes with her, speaking with the raw, blunt exasperation he always used to. “You look good, Pet."
OR:
Once upon a time, Petra Parker (going by Peter at the time) and Eugene 'Flash' Thompson hated each other. Now, at their ten-year high school reunion, the Spectacular Spider-Woman and the newly minted Agent Venom strike up a friendship. But when Flash loses his VA benefits at the same time Petra gets an offer for health insurance from the Bugle, she hatches an idea: a civil union of pure convenience, mutually beneficial, no strings attached. So long as neither of them catch feelings, but it's not like that would ever happen. The only thing more ridiculous than that would be if Flash was already in love with her, but c'mon, can you even imagine?
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The Petra Parker trend has been an absolute delight to witness. If it wasn't obvious, I'm trans, and Spidey has been one of my most favorite superheroes since I was a wee smol egg. Flash Thompson, meanwhile, won me over as I got older and dove deep into the Spider-Mythos: his journey from grumpy jerk jock to cool Army vet to arguably Peter's actual best guy friend to finally Agent Venom is genuinely one of the best character arcs in all of Marvel! And, as a romance novel girly, I have a certain fondness for enemies to lovers and fake dating stories, so when I saw Petra taking off on social media, the idea for this story came to me.
This one is gonna be a wild ride. I hope you like it!
The long awaited sequel to The Harem Protagonist was Turned into a Girl!? And Doesn't Want to Change Back!!!?? is now released for sale!
Svetlana's harem hi-jinks continue with a genderless alien monarch starting to flirt with her while she tours the galaxy. Then there's the baby on the way and someone else in the polycule having a gender journey.
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December 25, 2025
My free novella "Equals at the Mansion" can now be downloaded as a PDF (64 pages).
This is what the novella is about:
Having grown up in a queermisic society, trans woman Violaine flees from her unaccepting family and unexpectedly finds a loving queer community at a duke’s mansion. But trouble is following her...
This novella has a low fantasy setting, without supernatural elements.
Tags & Tropes
We’re all queer here
Trans feminine protagonist on the ace spectrum
Found Family
Polyamory
Spice
Demisexuality
Disability
Wholesomeness
Consent is sexy
Aegosexuality
Queer Orgy
Content warnings
queermisic society, queermisia (not much), spice (explicit), unaccepting family, misgendering (a bit), mentions of a deadname, a few queermisic slurs, mentioning of a lethal disease/epidemic in the past, mentioning of rape (no graphic descriptions), victim blaming
The download link is in my linktree:
https://linktr.ee/vivianredwood
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Oops! My kiddo had a dental surgery appointment on Monday, and that blew my whole schedule out of the water and I spaced posting this week's chapter. It may be late, but it's up! Enjoy more shenanigans from the wet mop of a transwoman.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
A disturbance in the Honmoon pulls HUNTR/X out of bed in the middle of the night, and what they find in the parking lot is not what any of them expected. Getting Tenny back to the tower is the easy part. Getting her to explain herself is...actually quite easy, she's almost over-eager to share. Understanding her with her American drawl is another matter entirely.
Preview below the cut:
The three Hunters glanced to each other in confusion and concern. What they'd at first thought was going to be some form of threat, a major incursion as some form of revenge that Gwi-ma had mustered, they instead found a tall woman, European in descent from the look of her, apparently barely able to hold herself vertical before almost collapsing into a nearby bench.
Even Mira, who'd summoned her gokdo, stood down from a defensive stance. Could it have been a trick to get them to drop their guard? Sure, but it seemed more unlikely by the second as the woman started muttering, "...swear I'm not like this nerm...num...normally. Feels like my girlfren' gave me sum weed gummies without th'good parts." English wasn't Mira's first language, but she was reasonably proficient due to so many of their songs being at least in part in English, if not mostly. Even so, it was difficult to understand the words through the woman's slurring.
Zoey, naturally, was the one to fully drop any guard and step closer to the stranger, "...do you...need help?"
The woman giggled in the way someone in an altered mental state; slightly unhinged, a little too loud, and out of breath when she was finished. Once she'd recovered from her giggle-fit, she answered, "I'm prolly dead, so not much help'n me. Can't git struckt...stricken? ...hit by lightning without dyin', amirite?"
The three Hunters exchanged looks again, concern for the woman's mental state ratcheting by the moment. This wasn't helped when she looked up and her eyes didn't seem to be in sync, one almost drooping closed as the other managed to open properly...and the distinct brilliance of eyeshine reflected back at them. This almost distracted from the woman's jaw hanging a bit slack and a fang being visible through the parted lips. It wasn't like Rumi's fangs, which were starting to become more prominent since the Idol Awards, but sharper, longer, thinner from what was visible.
Zoey let out a little gasp, drawing the attention of the woman. This got the other eye open fully and a similar gleam of tapetum lucidum as the other eye opened enough. The maknae stepped right up to the woman and put her hands on either side of her face. Zoey carefully, gently pulled one of the woman's eyes fully open with the pad of her thumb. Mira stepped up next to her friend and murmured, "Careful, Zoey...we don't know what she is."
"Look at her eyes!" blurted Zoey with clear excitement, "They're vertically slitted! Like a..." she then put the back of her hand to the woman's forehead, then touched her fingertips to the pulse point on the woman's neck. She shifted from cautiously curious to concerned in a heartbeat, "We gotta get her someplace warm, now!"
The woman apparently agreed, as she was leaning into Zoey's touch, "...mmmm...yer warm. Kinda forward'v you, but does you touchin' me mean I c'n snuggle you? 'cause yer warm."
Rumi chimed in as a voice of reason, thankfully. "Where are we going to take her? The only place nearby we could take someone non-human is the tower."
"Then we take her to the tower," replied Zoey without looking away, "I think..." the maknae gently levered the mystery woman's jaw open and gently pressed against the gums holding one of the fangs, causing some sort of liquid slightly more viscous than saliva to drip down the sharpened tooth, "I think she's part snake."
Mira and Rumi exchanged glances with each other. Rumi's eyes told Mira that she was already leaning toward doing as Zoey said. For Mira, the sight of Rumi's patterns reminded the choreographer about her 'stab first ask questions later' policy had been hammered home by someone who expected her to kill one of her best friends in the world without question...and how close she'd come to doing just that. She sighed and nodded at Rumi, who nodded back in apparent agreement. "Yeah, okay," said Mira, dismissing her gokdo back to the Honmoon, "Let me help, she's tall."
Given that muscle cars were not designed with a nearly two meter tall woman in mind, they had to rearrange. Rumi and Zoey wound up in the back seat while their unexpected house guest was stretched out in the front passenger seat. Just a few minutes later they were pulling back into their private parking garage. Navigating the woman to the express elevator was rather similar to guiding a drunk person. She murmured mostly unintelligible phrases and leaned on them all quite a bit. Thankfully, as soon as the elevator doors closed, she seemed to start coming to her senses, like watching a drunk person sober in fast forward.
