So I thought I’d share some of the wonderful stories I’ve read and hope you enjoy them as well. Many of them have what I would consider to be very accepting and respectful of homosexual, transgender, and other, shall we say, “demographically less common” (literally, appearing less often in the population) categorizations of individuals. However you should like to say it.
This one is probably going to be entirely fanfiction, but don’t let that stop you. It’s pretty amazing stuff here.
A lexicographically fascinating Pacific Rim fanfiction story which, though a little long in the middle, offers a deeply compelling analysis of the internal responses to the question: what happens to a fraction of a hive mind? The answer includes biohacking, magnetic imaging, tears, and a snarky self-driving car or two. It even has an audiobook podcast. Even better, it may have hit upon the very subject of Pacific Rim 2. Be warned: you will learn some new words.
A stupendously well-plotted piece of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic/Fallout (video game series) crossover fanfiction. Here is a story where nothing is forgotten and everything comes back. Every piece of it fits together like a massively intricate puzzle of an impressionist, pointillist painting, that only resolves once you step back a few paces. If you like either canon–or neither canon, but want an example of impeccable plotting–read this story.
Last for now is an MLP:FIM story about ponies going to space. That’s about it, but damn if it’s not straight out of a Tom Wolfe book. Not only does it capture the feeling of the characters themselves (the ones that are represented in canon, anyway), the characters it invents are fully realized, the setting it presents makes the world of Equestrian feel massive and real, and though it plays a little confusingly fast and loose with some of the physics near the end, the sensation of tension and resolution it delivers is spot-on. It even gets the fundamental quality of twist storytelling perfectly correct: the first and second guesses are always wrong.