aceauthorarielle

[aceauthorarielle]

Follow me to read THIS:

NEW GAME PLUS

Indie Devine, a sophomore at a prestigious performing arts university, dies while fending off the zombie apocalypse. The next morning, she wakes up in her bed again, back at the beginning, haunted by vague flashbacks about the end of the world and a few weird video game analogies that she can't seem to shake. As she wrestles with the fact that she may or may not be a JRPG protagonist, she still has to prepare for the final battle. Hopefully this time, she can save her friends, her lovers, and her QPP without actually sacrificing herself in the process, but just in case, she's prepared to save scum like her life depends on it …because it might.

Updates twice a week!

[aceauthorarielle]

Oh noes.

I've been arguing with my partner lately and I think I might be afraid of ERE. Cause it's been a LONG time since I've gotten far enough into a relationship with a partner (other than my NP) that truly feels like ERE. So what do I do about this.

[aceauthorarielle]

Also I bought a tiny crotcheted punk penis at this con

[aceauthorarielle]

The romance novel community needs to embrace QPR stories as love stories. In this treatise, I will

[aceauthorarielle]

Don't get me wrong, I love seeing the asexual/aromantic/aroace pride posts, but I wished they included aplatonics too. I always look at them hoping they'll include me, and a majority forget that aplatonic as a term even exists. :/ Please people mention us more often, it doesn't hurt.

[aceauthorarielle]

[aceauthorarielle]

[aceauthorarielle]

Can We Please

So, I teach preschool, right? Little ones; threes and fours.

Well today, on my like, two-minute coffee break, I indulged in a little healthy brokenly crying into a kitchen towel. One of the little ones (we’ll call her Zoe) walked by, noticed me, came quietly over and whispered, “Ms. Arielle, may I have a hug?” I hugged her, and she told me “I love you, Ms. Arielle,” and then just went about her merry way towards whatever chaos she intended at her destination.

I don’t know how to explain to you that it’s important to care about other people because I shouldn’t have to explain it to you. If Zoe, age 3, understands it, then I really feel that the rest of us can figure it out. Why don’t we?

[aceauthorarielle]

women in PHLEGM (poetry, history, language, english literature, ghost stories, music)

[aceauthorarielle]

Elevator Pitches

Here are my original EPs for the stories I'm actively writing;

SHATTERHEART

In steampunk London, the three members of a second-rate detective agency join forces with a sorcerer-turned-priest to investigate the rumors of a beautiful vampire girl haunting an abandoned country estate. The truth, of course, is even stranger than they're prepared for; she's actually a cursed human adventuress who needs the touch of true love to break the spell on her broken heart. Trouble is, they're all aspec, so things are gonna have to get creative, and the phrase “true love” is put to the test.

A CONSTELLATION OF DRAGONS

In the wake of a deadly attack by pirates, aromantic dragonrider Danael finds himself the reluctant new monarch of the Deian Islands. At the encouragement of his dragon companion, he accepts a platonic marriage proposal from his childhood friend, Arianet, and along with his mentor and her lover, Clerion, they build a unique ruling family and begin to rebuild the home they share with an ancient colony of dragons. Maybe there’s a new way of life that can reinvigorate Deian culture and dragon/human bonds. Unfortunately, there are also more pirates.

NEW GAME PLUS

Jack Ross, a sophomore at a prestigious performing arts university, dies while fending off the zombie apocalypse. The next morning, she wakes up in her bed again, back at the beginning, haunted by vague flashbacks of the end of the world and a few weird video game analogies that she can't seem to shake. As she wrestles with the fact that she may or may not be a JRPG protagonist, she still has to prepare for the final battle. Hopefully this time, she can save her friends, her lovers, and her QPP without actually sacrificing herself in the process, but just in case, she's prepared to save scum like her life depends on it …because it might.

[aceauthorarielle]

The truth has come out!

[aceauthorarielle]

Hack for if you're struggling with ADHD paralysis and you can't get started on a task:

Step 1: Add some silly rule to the task to make it more interesting and whimsical.

Step 2: Pretend Sam Reich just told you to do it.

Here are a few examples that have worked for me recently.

(Bonus points if you can hear the setup in your head. "Alright, players, for your next challenge" 🎶ding🎶)

[aceauthorarielle]

I HAVE A QUESTION

I have seen the gorgeous and wonderful youth using the term "QPBF" instead of "QPP."

Does this stand for Queerplatonic Best Friend, or Queerplatonic Boyfriend, or Queerplatonic Badass Fucker, or ...? Inquiring elder would like to know, as this term may better suit my QPR. Thank you!!!

[aceauthorarielle]

How beautiful is butch identity that it includes cis women, trans men, trans women, nonbinary people, and bruce springsteen.

[aceauthorarielle]

On Resistance

(This is taken from my Substack; link available at the bottom.)

We are living in a fraught moment. Facism’s back and it’s coming for all of us, and the only sane response here is to fight like hell. If you’re here, reading me, then I know you’re fighting, and I’m insanely proud of you. I’m not suggesting you take a rest, because we can’t, but I do want to talk about some of the ways that we can resist intensely but internally, on the days that we can’t go out there and scream into the void in the desperate hope that it’ll make someone change their damn mind.

Chuck Tingle, probably one of my favorite content creators (and a delightful writer of subversively hilarious sex stories) talks a lot about love being resistance, and I find that statement, that sentiment to be one of the most empowering I’ve encountered. I thought of that yesterday when I was out there on the curb yelling “HEY HEY, HO HO, THE FACIST FUCK HAS GOT TO GO” and sweating for the revolution surrounded by a bunch of beautiful accomplices all of whom just want to survive.

Love is part of how we survive.

The way we choose to love and connect is a core part of our authenticity, and there is maybe NOTHING in this world more powerful than to resist the destruction of our authentic selves. The way they break us is by taking away the parts of us that make us who we know we are. It’s how they confuse us and subdue us, it’s how they drag us into despair. Fighting against that despair is part of our day to day revolution.

While standing on that curb with tons of people I’d never met before, I fell a little bit in love with them, and I gave. I gave them my time, my moment, my chants, my energy, my dedication, and they gave all of theirs back to me, and we built a tiny community right there by the intersection for just maybe thirty minutes of passionate revolution.

We were our entire true selves, and we embraced each other’s true selves, and we stood together to be a wall of true, authentic human reality against the wave of horror that’s already here, and that is one way that love can and should be resistance.

Do NOT comply. Do not let them tell you that the way you love, the people you love, the way you build your family and the joy you take in it are wrong, broken, or not allowed. DO NOT LET THEM TAKE THAT FROM YOU. Fight back by loving harder, dedicating yourself more deeply to the people who matter to you, being louder and prouder and more effusive about your love because the more of that you give, the more you strengthen the people around you who are desperate to be seen as authentic and real in the face of this miasma of doubt and confusion.

Love with joy. Joy is subversive. Joy is a refusal to despair, and if you refuse to despair, if you DEMAND your authentic love, the only access they have to you is through physical violence and deprivation.

I can’t tell you how to fight that. I only know this;

I know that every time you say “I want to offer you the most authentic and beautiful love I have,” you become powerful. Every time you let yourself be that honestly, beautifully vulnerable with someone, you create an empowered space where someone can feel seen, heard, and known. Every time you REFUSE to be flattened, lessened, and diminished, you’re a fucking lighthouse for the people that need to know it’s still possible to find that kind of joy.

I think of Cody Daigle-Orians as I write this. He’s a fucking beam of laser-bright relief in a world full of “you can’t love that way.”

Cody Daigle-Orians , for the record, is @acedadadvice on most social media platforms, if you want to follow, and I STRONGLY encourage it. Get yourself some @drchucktingle while you’re at it; you won’t regret it.

They can pry the joy I find in my loves and my family from my cold dead goddamn hands.

I didn’t survive twenty years of my own brain trying to take me down from the inside to give up now.

Love is resistance.

RESIST.

[aceauthorarielle]

i walk a fine line between “i’m asexual and i hate how much the world revolves around sex” and “sex is way too stigmatized and people should be able to be more open about it if they want to”

[aceauthorarielle]

WIP

Anybody interested in this story?

255-year-old asexual werewolf Sebastien accidentally becomes Jack the Ripper while fending off the attack of a matriarchal steampunk vampire clan in London. Also, he's trying to figure out how to ask 19-year-old human sex worker Scarlett to be his platonic mate, but that's kinda complicated considering he's pretty sure she's allosexual, and there's also the whole brutal murder thing. So, a lot's happening.