Here’s a lil snippy of my AroAce PolyFire situation. It’s definitely the wip I’ve worked on the least so it’s mostly just vibes but here’s what I have so far!
Buck is so deeply confused. Tommy is kissing him — great! — but he’s a little unsure about how they got here. Sure, he has been trying to get the man’s attention, more than a little bit jealous of how much time his boyfriend has been spending with Tommy, but he certainly didn’t expect it to lead to this.
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This fic was terrifyingly well written, considering the low expectations I had for it. I am very sorry that I dared to set the bar so low because it feels like this stared at the bar with disgust and threw it at me with deep indignation that i ever dared to doubt it.
Now that my drama is over, the basic premise is that Shen Jiu from Scum Villain reincarnates into Jiang Cheng, not helping at all with the kid's mental health.
We got some great Nie Huaisang content, a surprising amount of Jin Zixuan and a positive but far from unrealistic take on Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian both. Wei Wuxian's image makes sense and is far from bashed, despite Jiang Cheng's view of him at certain points. Jin Ling and Lan Zhan get extra points for being entertaining. Good chemistry with pretty much every relationship. AroAce Jiang Cheng is implied and stated by the autor in the notes too, which is a bonus.
Overall, a very fun and depressing read, just how I like it. Well written ending as well, in my opinion.
From Pride to Pride (Marvel Voices Pride 2021 cameo)Gwen Poole; Jennifer Harris; Jennifer Walters mentioned [post Love Unlimited #48; Marvel Voices Pride # 1 (2021)/Gwenpool Special #1 (2015) referenced] 1244 words (30.6-1.7.2023)
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so i have a bunch of aroace hcs for ejen ali, n like,,, Alicia n ali r aroace but Alicia is romance positive n Ali's aegoromantic where like he hates the idea of being in a relationship himself in any way but he roots for like ships in his shows n other things and i kinda wanna think of the way he discovered it right so
like throughout the show, even though some ships with him in it are teased, he has never shown any sort of attraction to anyone ever. In season 1, one of his classmates gives him a love letter n he thinks it was meant 4 him but it was actually meant for his best friend, and dis is where my headcanon starts. Like, after the whole thing he feels flattered, but then disappointment right. But then after some thought he realizes that it wasn't disappointment, it was actually releif. So he thought that was weird bc he's seen so many people get happy n stuff with a relationship right? but he's never thought he could feel happy in one, so he thought it was only a thing he had with girls right, so he thought he was gay for a while but then realized that the same thing was happening with guys and enbys, so he would have thought he was broken for a while, like the common thing that unknowing aroaces go through, bc when he tries to tell some of his classmates (not alicia she realizes later) they say somethings wrong or that he'd feel that way when hes older cuz its natural right, so now i have 2 ways of how he could learn about it:
1) He basically just goes online, searches up "is it bad that i don't want to fall in love" and finds a bunch of forums of aroace ppl saying the same thing n then he realizes that he's aroace but i think that ones kinda emotionally lacking in the show
2) Viktor helps him realize. Like, not that hes exactly aroace, but like,,, so Ali starts to confide in him that he thinks that somethings wrong with him bc of the no attraction to anyone right n like Viktor says sumthing like how feeling romantic/sexual attraction isn't a need for happiness, and thta even if he doesn't know what he is and it might change later in life, theres no need to feel sad about it, or that he's broken, bc theres no reason to be because theres nothing needed to fix.
Practice Round: The Fundamentals of Celestial Proceedings and Infernal Pursuits
It’s here! The prologue for my pretentiously titled Arrangement fic has been posted to AO3! (Just in time for the 30th anniversary!)
This fic is the beginning of my submission for @itsthearoway‘s The Aro Way Challenge 2020. Prompt: Aziraphale and Crowley’s milestones in history. What could be a bigger milestone than the Arrangement itself?
Our angel and demon have been tentatively working together for about a century, but the time has come to put it to the test: can they each do the other’s job? They’ll have to teach each other what to do first!
Read the fic on AO3 - Prologue text below. (Next chapter will be posted early in the week. I’m going to try one more time to get the footnote links working.)
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Prologue: An Agreement on Mutually Beneficial Education
“Crowley, no. I don’t know how many times - it’s absolutely absurd, that’s what it is. I won’t hear of it!”
“Come on, Angel.” Crowley lounged along one of the benches in the great hall. It was the middle of the night, and Lord Robert and all his household and servants were asleep. Normally, his guest would be asleep as well, enjoying the luxury of fine linen sheets and downy feather pillows, but tonight there was business to attend to. “Do you really want to spend the next year going back and forth across the continent? Two days to do your blessing, then on to the next? Sounds like a lot of bother to me.”
“Yes. Well.” Aziraphale ran her hands down the simple wool kirtle, undecorated hem just brushing the tops of her tan leather boots. “Bother it may be, but you can’t seriously expect - it’s impossible, Crowley.”
“No, I’ll tell you what’s impossible.” Crowley lay out the soft vellum on which he’d roughly sketched a map of the continent. “Look at this. You’re expected to do a blessing in Bayeux in October, then over to Genoa by Christmas, back to Orléans in six weeks – that’s winter travel, Aziraphale – over to Naples, then Vienna, then Florence – all that in, what, ten months? Does Gabriel even know what travel is like these days?”
Aziraphale sighed, adjusting the white wimple around her head. “I doubt he’s traveled mundane roads since the height of Rome. Someone Upstairs mentioned that we’ve been a little lax on the continent lately, and he’s trying to make up for lost time, I think. Regardless, it can be done, with luck, if the weather holds…”
“If it holds all year. For both of us, because I’ll be going the opposite direction. Rome, Poitiers, Vienna, Reims, Brindisi, Paris.” He tapped out the locations on the map and sighed, scratching at his chin. It was bare, despite the current fashion for beards. His first attempt had been an utter failure, but maybe it was time to try again. “You could always go by ship. That’s three crossings of the Mediterranean, four if you want to come back after. Of course,” he flashed a grin in the lamp-lit darkness, “that has its own troubles. How are the pirates this year?”
Aziraphale crossed her arms and stubbornly turned away. “We agreed never to speak of that again.”
“I’m not speaking of it! I’m just saying…history repeats itself. And that I think you would make a brilliant pirate queen.”
“It wasn’t by choice!” Aziraphale jumped to her feet, undyed skirt swirling as she began to pace. “My ship was attacked, one thing led to another…” She turned back with a wretched expression, hands twisting together. “I really was trying to return all those stolen goods, only the Venetian Navy didn’t want to listen…”
“You’re just lucky I showed up when I did.” Crowley tossed his shoulder-length hair and leaned back, lounging against the long feasting table as the angel paced again. “What did your superiors think of your new hobby?”
“Oh…fine. You were right if you must know.” She slumped onto the bench in defeat. “They never found out. Michael did have me reprimanded for being four months late on my schedule, but no one really inquired about the details.”
“It’s like I always say,” Crowley reached for another mug of mead, black silk of his loose sleeve gliding across the rough wood of the table. “They don’t care what we get up to, as long as the job gets done. You could probably perform all your blessings right here and just tell Gabriel you went to Vienna. I bet he’d believe you.”
“That is certainly taking it too far. Does your laziness know no bounds?” Aziraphale’s hand brushed across the table, fingers grasping for the last scraps of venison from their midnight meal.
“It’s not laziness, it’s…practicality.” Crowley rolled the last fig across the table to Aziraphale and took another drink from his mug. “We could go to all that effort, traversing the continent, joining up with trade caravans, fighting pirates, back and forth, again and again. Or.” He held up the coin, silver glittering in the darkness. Aziraphale’s eyes held it, unmoving. “One of us takes the kingdom of the Franks, one of us takes the Italian Peninsula. We call Vienna a wash. Five jobs each, all within a few hundred miles of each other. It’ll never be a more even split.”
If anything, Aziraphale went paler. “No, Crowley. Out of the question. It’s too much of a risk. Someone will notice.”
“Just like those nuns you’re staying with noticed you sneaking out for a quick reresupper [1] at the lord’s hall?”
She jumped to her feet with a scowl and another swirl of skirts. “I never should have come. The Abbess will see I’m missing, and –”
“And what? Report on you to God? I don’t think she has the connections.” But already Aziraphale was retreating, all but running for the door. Crowley resisted the urge to follow – it would only make things worse. “Come on! We get all the assignments taken care of on time, claim we ran into each other in Vienna and cancelled each other out – we’ve done that before. What are you afraid of?”
Aziraphale hovered in the doorway, one foot nearly out of the hall. “I. I can’t do a demonic curse! I wouldn’t know where to begin.”
“You didn’t know how to run a pirate ship, but you managed that just fine.” She just frowned, colder than ever. “It’s not really that difficult,” Crowley finished his mug and set it back on the table. “Just like a blessing, only in reverse. And maybe laugh maniacally when you do it, but that part’s optional.”
Still no smile. But at least she hadn’t left yet.
Crowley sighed, climbing to his feet. “Look only Brindisi requires an actual curse. I’ll take that one if you want, I’ll even try to nip over to Vienna and do both of those if I have the time. That leaves you two blessings and three temptations in the Frankish cities. Just convince your target to do something a little…chaotic. I’ll give you a list.”
Aziraphale took a few steps back towards the table. Crowley could see the ink stains in her nail beds as her fingers wrung against each other. “But that’s four blessings for you. With public manifestations. You’ll never be able to manage it.”
“How hard can it be?” He surged to his feet, leaping on the table to declaim to the empty hall: “Be not afraid, humble mortals! I bring you tidings of…sunshine! Rainbows! Puppy dogs! May your crops be watered and your skin be cleared.” He shrugged. “Those are the only two blessings I know.”
“No, no, no!” Aziraphale pressed her hands into her eyes. “This would be a disaster! I don’t know why I ever agreed to meet with you.”
“Because you’re sick of convent food. Because I raided the cellars for the top-quality mead.” Crowley sat on the edge of the table, holding out a fresh mug. “But mostly because you know I’m right! Our sides won’t care, as long as they can tick the boxes. And if you try to take care of this on your own, you will be explaining to Michael why it took at least two years to complete one year’s worth of assignments. And that’s assuming there aren’t any…piratical interruptions.”
Aziraphale took the mug and settled down on the bench again, looking ready to bolt. “It’s never going to work, Crowley. We’ve been taking enough risks just keeping out of each other’s way.” The mug turned in her hands. “If they find out…we’ll be in for much worse than a reprimand. And they will find out.”
Crowley tapped his fingers on the edge of the table. They were close. He could feel it. “You’re right,” he said. Aziraphale looked up, eyes suspicious in the dark. Crowley never admitted when she was right. “I don’t know what I’m doing. But I can learn. Show me how it’s done. You do a proper blessing, I’ll walk you through a temptation, then we swap and see how it goes. Like a practice round.”
“And when it all falls apart?”
“It won’t! You’ll see.” Crowley studied her worried expression. “Fine. If we can’t pull off the switch…” he shrugged. “Then I won’t bring it up again. I’ll admit you’re right and that’ll be the end of it. But I really think we can both do it.”
“Are all demons this optimistic?” But he could see, finally, the first edge of a smile.
“Come on, Aziraphale.” He flashed his cockiest grin. “You know I’m one of a kind.”
She studied her mug with pursed lips. “I’ll do it. I’ll agree to the practice round, but only because it’s the best way to show you how completely ridiculous this idea is.”
“Whatever helps you not-sleep at night, Angel.” Crowley re-filled his mug and raised it in a salute. Aziraphale reluctantly lifted hers in agreement. “You won’t regret this.”
Here's a snip of Eddie POV for you!
Eddie thought he was done discovering new things about himself, but Frank loves to prove him wrong as often as possible. When the topic of past relationships is brought up, Eddie feels like Frank will say the same things he always hears: “Sometimes relationships don't work out” or “That’s unfortunate, but you’ll find the one”. Instead Frank surprises him as always.
All he could think about as he drives home is how he needs to talk to Buck. He needs to tell the man he loves about what he learned, what he always knew. He knows Buck will understand – Buck always understands. But he can’t shake the feeling that this will be the thing that separates them. They can still make the relationship work – the relationship has been working – Eddie is sure of it.
@physicsandfandoms suggested I write aroace!Obi-Wan in response to @just-real-life-or-fantasy‘s question about ace Obi-Wan fics. There ended up being somewhat more focus on the aro side of things -- I hope you still like it!
(I’m linking to AO3 because tumblr seems to have lost the ability to keep paragraph breaks when I paste text so)
