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A-Z of LGBT

 No one asked for this, but here it is:

(Note that in many of these books, the word for sexual/gender identity is not on the page, so these are what I assume.  I am also using T for all forms of gender identity for ease as well as to prevent spoilers.)

(Also note that some of these books are not perfect in their representation, so please read at your own discretion.  Many of these books can be triggering, so please send me an ask if you are curious about any of the books)

A- Alex as Well by Alyssa Brugman [T]; Annie on My Mind by Nancy Garden [L]; Ask the Passengers by A.S. King [L]; Ash by Malinda Lo [L]; Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Sáenz [G]; As I Descended by Robin Talley [LG]; Afterworlds by Scott Westerfeld [L]; Adaptation (duology) by Malinda Lo [LB, poly]

B- Beauty Queens by Libba Bray [LT]; Been Here All Along by Sandy Hall [G]; Boyfriends With Girlfriends by Alex Sanchez [LGB]; Beautiful Music for Ugly Children by Kirsten Cronn-Mills [T]

C- Call Me By Your Name by André Aciman [G (B?)]; Captive Prince (trilogy) by C.S. Pacat [GB]; Carry On by Rainbow Rowell [G]; The Color Purple by Alice Walker [L]; Cut Both Ways by Carrie Mesrobian [GB]

D- The Darkest Part of the Forest by Holly Black [G]; Drag Teen by Jeffery Self [G]

E- Everything Leads to You by Nina Lacour [L]

F- The Five Stages of Andrew Brawley by Shaun David Hutchinson [G]; Forgive Me, Leonard Peacock by Matthew Quick [G]; The Foxhole Court (trilogy) by Nora Sakavic [G]; Freakboy by Kristin Elizabeth Clark [T]

G- Georgia Peaches and Other Forbidden Fruits by Jaye Robin Brown [L]; The Great American Whatever by Tim Federle [G]; The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue by Mackenzi Lee [GB]; Grasshopper Jungle by Andrew Smith [GB]; Girl Meets Boy by Ali Smith [L]

H- A Hero at the End of the World by Erin Claiborne [G]; How to Repair a Mechanical Heart by J.C. Lillis [G]; Hero by Perry Moore [G]

I- I’ll Give You the Sun by Jandy Nelson [G]; I Am J by Cris Beam [T]

J- Jumpstart the World by Catherine Ryan Hyde [T]; Jerkbait by Mia Siegert [G] 

K- Kiss of the Fur Queen by Tomson Highway [G]; Keeping You a Secret by Julie Anne Peters [L]

L- The Last Nude by Ellis Avery [L]; The Love Interest by Cale Dietrich [G]; Lies We Tell Ourselves by Robin Talley [L]; Love in the Time of Global Warming (duology) by Francesca Lia Block [GT+ (?)]

M- The Miseducation of Cameron Post by Emily M. Danforth [L]; The Medici Boy by John L’Heureux [G]; More Happy Than Not by Adam Silvera [G]; Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard (Trilogy) by Rick Riordan [BT+] 

N- Naomi and Ely’s No Kiss List by Rachel Cohn and David Levithan [G]; Not Otherwise Specified by Hannah Moskowitz [BG]

O- One Man Guy by Michael Barakiva [G]; Of Fire and Stars by Audrey Coulthurst [L]; Openly Straight (duology) by Bill Konigsberg [G]

P- The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky [G]; Proxy (duology) by Alex London [G]; Perfect Ten by L. Philips [G]

Q-

R- The Raven Boys (tetralogy) by Maggie Stiefvater [GB]

S- Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda by Becky Albertalli [GB]; Six of Crows (duology) by Leigh Bardugo [GB]; Star-Crossed by Barbara Dee [LB]; The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller [G]; Swimming in the Monsoon Sea by Shyam Selvadurai [G]

T- Tattoo Atlas by Tim Floreen [G]; This is Where it Ends by Marieke Nijkamp [L]; The Trials of Apollo (series) by Rick Riordan [GB+]

U-

V-

W- Willful Machines by Tim Floreen [G]; We Are the Ants by Shaun David Hutchinson [G]; Wide Awake by David Levithan [LGBT (?)]; Witch Eyes (trilogy) by Scott Tracey [G]

X-

Y-

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Diva Origins

It was a quiet, almost lazy morning at the communal ego home. No gunshots, no screaming, no attempted murder. Just comfortable silence only broken by quiet breathing and quiet whispers of movement through the home. Some of the egos lazed in the common room, books and laptops in hand. Others strolled through the garden outside, and others still stayed safely within their rooms content to spend their day in solitude.

Nearing towards lunch was when this peace was broken, when the Host sat upright as if shocked and slammed his book shut. The sudden noise startled the other egos in the room, all of them jumping from their various spots around the room. “Something large and powerful barrels towards the house, it’s howls startling the rest of the house to the living room to investigate.” The Host’s monotone voice hid a hint of strain.

Just as he had narrated, loud reverberating howls started to shake through the house and the egos that weren’t already milled inside the living room filed in like a flood. All of them demanded at once to know what was going on, their overlapping voices and cries echoing so loud that they almost drowned out the unceasing howls. That is until Dark stormed in from his office and shouted one word, “Enough!” It was enough to quiet them all in paralyzed fear.

Dark turned to the Host, the only one still speaking, albeit quietly as he narrated under his breath the events of that were transpiring. “What is going on,” he demanded none-to-gently to the blind man.

The Host didn’t flinch, didn’t move, just continued to stare at the wall as he rambled on. “The Host does not know and tells Dark such, explaining that a large beast of unknown origins is coming to the home with the power to destroy all the egos. The gathered egos gasp at the revelation. The Host is frustrated at his inability to glean much information about said beast but can garner that it has a strong connection to Dark, one that he is feeling now as the Host is speaking.”

Indeed, as the Host as spoken, Dark had felt a small tug on him, not physically but almost deep within his mind. “How close is it to the house?”

“The Host states that the animal is within a few quarter miles of the home. The animal howl again and the egos flinch in response, many reaching for their weapons.”

“Why don’t we just shoot it?” Wilford piped up, gun in hand and audibly clicked off safety. He got a round of affirmations from Ed and Google, but Bim and the Jim twins cried out in outrage and a new round of arguments started up between the egos.

Dark ignored the fighting, instead tugging and pulling on this new nugget in his mind, trying to find his way around it and get the right key to fit it. The Host’s voice became a monotonous drone in the background of the chaos until finally, Dark’s rumbling voice shook through their skirmish and caused fists to stop midair. “All of you stay here. I’ll go.”

“Bu-t if i-i-i-t does want to kil-l us the-n we sho-uld all go.” Google glitched.

Dark growled harshly. “I said I’d go and that’s final. Stay here. I’ll have the best chance to subdue it anyway.” No one noticed that he didn’t say ‘defeat it’. They just bristled and indignantly agreed. Wilford and Edgar were raring for a fight though and caressed their guns as Dark teleported out of the house to meet the threat head-on.

The demon cracked his neck once he was outside, scanning for the large beast. He felt the tug in his mind grow stronger, drawing him towards a small ravine. As he walked towards it, a large beast easily as large as him jumped out of it, cyan and red light blazing from its fur. Dark dodged backwards just in time to avoid being crushed under the massive weight of it.

As he did he was able to see that it was a dog, a rather large one, with blonde fur and large fangs–

The dog bounded forward and lunged in Dark’s moment of hesitation, trapping him under it’s paws. Dark felt fear like he’d never felt before course through his undead veins, that gaping pink maw came down closer and closer to him and at the last second Dark screwed his eyes tight in wait of the inevitable.

Only to feel something wet lick his face profusely. Dark opened his eyes to find the dog’s big brown eyes staring at him not with malice, but with playfulness and mirth as it’s tongue continued to lick his face and chest.

Eventually Dark was able to regain his wits and get out, “Hey hey, get off me!” while pushing the dog’s head away. With some initial resistance, it finally jumped off of him and allowed Dark to breathe fully. That dog was fucking heavy. It bounded around and wagged it’s tail, obviously unaware that Dark was still trying to regain his wits and breath, but at least it wasn’t attacking him.

While he was given his reprieve, he was able to really look at the dog and with a start he realized that it was the spitting image of Mark’s dog, Chica. Which would mean that this dog was probably a girl. Dark would check later, when he wasn’t trying to figure out the bigger mystery of 'what the fuck is going on’.

“So, what are you doing here?” he asked to himself, not even realizing he said it out loud.

Play! You! a loud shout seemed to come from her direction, even though her mouth didn’t move, and Dark immediately drew up his aura into an offensive formation before realizing it was from the dog.

“You…talk.” A sharp wind swept through the field, sending Dark’s hair and clothes askew and rippled through the…Dark Chica’s blue and red tinged fur. Dark shivered and wondered how long he’d spent here. He should head back soon.

She didn’t answer him, just yelled, Play! again.

He sighed as another wind shrieked past them. Then an idea sparked in him. “I know a place where you can play. There’s a lot of other people you can play with too.”

Her ears perked up and she wagged her tail and ran up to him. Play play play!

He started to walk to the house, and she ran after him, then in front of him. Then she stopped and ran back to him and behind him and circled around him before running ahead again to chase a rabbit that had chosen the wrong place to be at. A chuckle escaped him before he could clamp it down.

Dark Chica growled from ahead of him, having lost her prey, but barked happily when she found a stick and bolted back to Dark. Once again a slight course of fear as a five foot mass of muscle and fur was headed for him, but it was smaller now compared to earlier. She stared at him expectantly, as if telling him to throw the stick. Dark went to take the stick but then Dark Chica swerved and Dark grabbed at air.

He made another grab for it, this time bluffing her by going one way but instead switching the other way and catching her when she swerved. He held the stick with both hands and pulled hard. She tightened down the clamp of her jaw and he couldn’t help the smile that graced his lips. Dark let go of the stick with one of his hands and grabbed the other side sticking out of her mouth so that he had a hold on both sides of her head. Then he gave one sharp twist to the right with a hard pull so that the stick slid a little from her grip and then he twisted it to the left again and it popped from her mouth.

For some odd reason Dark felt pleased with this little achievement of gaining the stick from the dog. But it was short lived as he immediately threw it down the field, Dark Chica bolting down after it. As she ran after it, Dark teleported to where the stick landed. She didn’t seem fazed that he was there, instead picked up the stick without stopping and continued to run past Dark.

The rest of the walk transpired like this, with Dark wrestling a stick away from the dog and throwing it for her to chase as they made their way back to the house. When they finally made it back both were out of breath, though Dark hid it better than the dog.

He threw open the front door and Dark Chica wormed her way past him and into the living room, earning loud shrieks and yells from the gathered egos. Dark causally followed after the fluffy mass. Inside the the living room, Dark Chica stood in the center, the other egos either pressed against the wall or on furniture with weapons raised. Except for the Host, who had not moved from his spot off-center in the room except to tilt his head and listen to the new arrival.

“What…happened to your suit Dark?” Bim cried, his momentary fear of the animal overridden by his horror of the atrocities done to Dark’s clothes. Dark looked down to find his usually impeccable suit covered in dog fur, grass stains, drool, and dirt. Some blades of grass were still stuck to him and in his hair. He just shrugged and nodded to the dog currently being petted by the Host. “She happened. Don’t be too scared, she won’t hurt you. She just wants to play.”

Play? Her ears perked up and she bounded back over to Dark and jumped up, placing her paws on his shoulders. Play play play!

“Yes play. You can play here. Just please get off of me.” Dark half groaned under her weight. She did drop down from his shoulders but ran around him and back and forth to the Host and to him. The other egos gave each other confused looks as they slowly got down from their spots.

“Dark why’re ya talkin’ t’ the dog?” Ed asked as he reluctantly put away his gun.

It was the Host who answered him. “Dark can hear Dark Chica speak through their connection. If Dark Chica wanted to and if she was more mature, as she’s currently a puppy, she could direct this connection to anyone. Wilford walks forward and pets the dog…”

Wilford ran his hands through Dark Chica’s fur, causing the dog to flop on her stomach and give him access to her stomach which he immediately began to rub. “You should name her Diva, it’s a lot less of a mouthful than Dark Chica.”

Dark grunted, “I’ll consider it.”

There was a small quiet only broken by Diva’s contented barking and the Host’s soft narration. Then Google piped up, his voice glitching a little as he stated dryly, “So now we have a dog.”

“No, I have a dog,” Dark smirked, leaning down to rub Diva’s head. “Do well to remember that.” Dark could have sworn that she barked in affirmation.

~~~

THIS TOOK SO GODDAMN LONG ENJOY MY FLUFFY DIVA

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