Romancing the Stone
|Title:||Romancing the Stone|
|Author(s):||M. Fae Glasgow|
|External Links:||online here|
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Romancing the Stone is a Blake's 7 story by M. Fae Glasgow.
It was first published in Oblaque #6 and has been archived online.
Reactions and Reviews
No smut, although a lot of leching-after and an unfeasible amount of broad comedy. Imagine Avon didn't want Blake, but Blake has been watching events and reactions with a slash-writer's eye, and has well-and-truly got the wrong end of the stick. Wincingly hilarious. 
MUSE OF FIRE RESPONSIBLE: M. Fae Glasgow writing as Cally Fornia Donia
HAS POOR VILA BEEN DRAGOONED INTO THIS SHITSHOW? —
WHY ARE BLAKE AND AVON DOOMED THIS WEEK? Avon doesn’t want Blake and Blake is dumb as fuck.
EDITOR’S NOTE: written, by the, popular idea of, William Shatner (the rhythm is fucked)
PROSE: Tee-hee cutesey at times: ‘these demure pages’. And if there is a tone that causes me to kill swaths of men, it is…
OVERALL: I get bored of back-and-forth ‘he did x, but HE say it was y!! lololololol’ reeeeal fast. It’s like–a bad sketch routine. What it feels like, despite the ‘risqué’ (gag) content, is the sort of children’s show comedy you used to get in the 80s and 90s in America, that sort of unfunny standup for children? Like, if Avon doesn’t want to fuck Blake in this story, that’s all good in the hood, but this I DO NOT UNDERSTAND YOUR CARTOONISH OVERTURES?!?!? wouldn’t make sense in a hyper-Victorian social universe, much less in one that contains Toyes. Why would very-British Blake have a cowboy fixation? He’s not German. Why are they suddenly at a shit version of Big Cedar Lodge, when earlier they were going to the most expensive hotel on the planet–which seemed more to Avon’s taste? If Avon himself was off appreciating the luxury brothel market, how did he get into a /bar fight/? Page 7, Avon’s like, well Blake’s not thinking rn!! But he’s been on this track for like a literal week so… clearly Blake decided this while in sound-ish mind.Disgusted Avon at some point held a position in academia. that The poor fucking MA students who had to suffer him… frankly, I’d have sued.