fanfic inspired work

stuff that feels rewarding as a fanfic author:

  • when your work inspires fanart/comics
  • when people point out a scene/particular line(s) that tugged at their heartstrings
  • when people ask for your meta of your work that they enjoyed so much
  • when someone comments on a fic you wrote 982783113502 years ago
  • getting recc’d
  • just the small happiness in knowing you made someone out there smile on their way to work/home or at school, in knowing you warmed someone’s heart somehow
Pod Fic Rec Days

Because seriously, our lovely, amazingly brilliant and talented podficcers need an extra post. And no, I still don’t care about what date it is. We’re an international fandom :D Johnlock in all its glory :)

Something old aka Victorian Times

“Undiscovered Country” read by Ricky Pulsifer and The Dragongirl (explicit, 2 hours): Culverton Smith’s poison box fells the wrong victim. Story written by Katie Forsythe.

“Sentiment to Paper” (explicit, 50 minutes) read by Ricky Pulsifer: No fewer than three times by the winter of 1883 had I heard Sherlock Holmes disparage the ways of lovers and their irrational tendencies toward writing letters. With this often and loudly-expressed opinion in mind, I was very surprised indeed to find a stack of unsent, unsealed letters in a drawer in his desk. [written by @mistyzeo]

Some BBC-ish Johnlock

“The Edinburgh Problem” (explicit, more than 12 hours) read by @lockedinjohnlock-podfics: “A nice holiday, just a bit more…murdery. ” John said drily.“Yes! The best kind of holiday!” Sherlock beamed. “So we won’t get bored!” After he separates from Mary, John returns to Baker Street. Following a request for help from Sherlock’s cousin Violet, the detective and his blogger take a trip to Edinburgh. John discovers more about the Holmes family and Sherlock than he bargained for, but tries not to run screaming. (AKA the one season 4 never happend)[written by @snorklepie]

Two Two One Bravo Baker (explicit, more than 12 hours) read by @aranel-parmadil: Captain John Watson of 40 Commando, the Royal Marines, is assigned to protect and assist Sherlock Holmes as he investigates what appears to be a simple war atrocity in Afghanistan. An intense attraction ignites between the two men as they uncover a conspiracy that threatens everything they’ve ever known, but Sherlock is as much hunted as hunter, and everyone close to him is in deadly danger. Can he solve the case in time to save himself and John? (Aka the one before the canon). [written by abundantlyqueer]

“Sugar me Sweet” (mature, 20 minutes) read by @consultingsmartarse: “Let’s get started, shall we?” Sherlock says as he sheds his coat. A black, diaphanous shirt hangs loose on his shoulders, clings tight to his abdomen. A pair of studded, leather trousers like a second skin. They complement the curve of his plump arse and emphasize the length of his outrageously long legs. Powerful thighs. Muscular calves and…John’s not entirely sure how Sherlock got himself in them, but he’s not complaining. On the contrary. A bit distracted by the idea of him removing them, honestly. Peeling them off, and he’d have to go slow. May even need a little help. (AKA different first meeting) [written by penumbra]

Something different aka Alternative Universe for the win

“The Star-crossed series” (14 parts, rated from teen to explicit, more than 12 hours) read by @aranel-parmadil: Richard, Duke of Gloucester, is 29 years old and needs a break from snide whispers before he just stabs someone. But in his place of sanctuary is a beautiful stranger -Khan Noonien Singh, victim of a time surge after an experiment goes wrong. At first it seems they’ll fight, but then other kinds of duelling seem more appealing.But these two men are making bad choices, and their fates are written in the stars. Will their souls ever learn to make better choices? How long will it take them to find each other again, and what will they have to learn before they do? [written by 221b_hound; art work by @missmuffin221]

“Mise en place” (mature, more than 12 hours) read by @consultingsmartarse: John Watson had no intentions of taking over the family business, but when he returns from Afghanistan, battered and bruised, and discovers that his sister Harry has run their restaurant into the ground, he doesn’t have much choice. There’s only one thing that can save the Empire from closing for good – the celebrity star of the BBC series Restaurant Reconstructed, Chef Sherlock Holmes. [written by @azriona]

“Working on the Edges” (mature, 7 hours) read by @consultingsmartarse and @aranel-parmadil: No matter where you put Sherlock and John, they click. Including the Winter Olympics. [written by @earlgreytea68; art work by @anotherwellkeptsecret]

“Northwest Passage” (explicit, more than 12 hours) read by @lockedinjohnlock-podfics: Seven years ago, Captain John Watson of the Canadian Forces Medical Service withdrew from society, seeking a simple, isolated life in the distant northern wilderness of Canada. Though he survives from one day to the next, he doesn’t truly live until someone from his dark past calls in a favor and turns his world upside-down with the introduction of Sherlock Holmes. [written by @kryptaria; art work by kacaso]

I will never let you fall

a/n: This is my gift to my best friend @eroticgropefest​​. Hope you appreciate my first (and maybe only) attempt at a snowbaz fic just for you, bruh! o// I figured since I’m helping turn you into as much of an h/c hoe as myself, you’d enjoy reading some of that as well (also I’m all out of ideas SORRY I TRIED). Enjoy your 26th aging up <3 :P


Snow is infuriating. I’m certain I’m not the only one who sees it: the way he shrugs at most questions, considering it to be enough of an answer; how he gets flustered and fumbles around looking for his words; how he has absolutely no control over his own immense powers; the way he follows the Mage around, like some kind of stray dog on a very short leash, awaiting his commands.

The most powerful magician alive.

I look at him across the room, once again failing at a spell. Bunce looks at him, exasperated, saying something I don’t care to hear. I glare some more at Snow’s ineptitude, feeling a fire deep inside me, something that tells me to shake some sense into him. How stupidly vulnerable he is! The dangers he puts himself in by his complete lack of control. How easy he’ll be to break under my hands when we inevitably have to face each other.

I can imagine myself marching over to him, pushing him up against a wall. I’d hold on to his neck and look right into those eyes, Snow’s unremarkable eyes, so ordinary and plain looking. I’d stare right at him (and I might choke him a little.) (Not too much, just a little. Just enough). He’d growl at me and it would smell of smoke and get unbearably warm. He’d be so close and alive and warm, I might have a taste. Bite a chunk right out of his neck in front of everyone. (or I might just snog the fuck out of him. Either one).

I don’t do any of that. Instead, I shake my head and then glare at him across the room, while Bunce continues to tell the absolute idiot what to do. Soon he seems to feel my stare and looks up at me. At first he seems confused, but his slow brain finally catches up. and he glares right back, closing his fist more strongly around his wand.

Simon Snow never stops driving me fucking crazy.

There are definitely some things people don’t tell you about sharing a room with the chosen one.

One of them is how once he’s put something on his mind, he’ll never drop it. Crowley, Snow might have won an award for most stubborn person ever if it existed (I’m convinced they should create one just for him at this point). He’s incredibly persistent about his moronic ideas, like his obsession with keeping the windows open. No matter how many times I close them, he’ll open them back up. I suspect he’s doing it out of principle at this point, but I won’t give him the satisfaction of acknowledging it.

There’s an infinite number of frustrating things about living with Snow (besides the irony of living with someone you’re supposed to kill, but instead stupidly caught feelings for) (I may be biased on that one though). From the pointless arguments to the loud nightmares he seems to have convinced himself I don’t know about (a good match to my own relentless night terrors). Or even the way he’s completely oblivious to every single redeeming quality I (debatably) possess. Or even the most cruel ones, like the way looks after he falls asleep, all soft angles and relaxed jaw. Or the unyielding sexual frustration of having him so close to the touch and so hopelessly unreachable.

Yet, no matter how bad those things are, they still feel like they’re almost worth the amount of private wanking I have to do in an attempt to get him off my mind (it never works) (why would it?) It still feels more than I deserve, to have him this close to me. It’s almost comforting (almost, when it isn’t absolutely infuriating).

The truly bad thing about sharing a room with the Chosen One that no one tells you about isn’t even the arguing and all the times he loses his patience and grabs me, manhandling me while I cooly remind him of the anathema. It isn’t even the fact that, while he does that, I just want to push him against the wall and kiss him hard.

The worst thing of all is when he just isn’t there. (and you don’t know where he is or what happened or if he’s safe.) (Why would you when he hates you?)

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Paper Planes - Epilogue (Lin-Manuel x Reader)

Summary: You and Lin have very special memories all centered around paper planes.

Word Count: 1,329

Warnings: Ridiculous fluff.

A/N: I wasn’t gonna post this until Friday but I ended up having a really shitty end to my night last night and I wanted to make sure your day ends up being better than mine was yesterday.

This is the epilogue to Paper Planes, which is my pride and joy. Here’s to hoping I did it a little justice with this ending. If you’re still looking for more content I can offer you this post of headcannons or my open inbox. Yell at me, send me your own headcannons, whatever you want.

You stopped having to launch paper planes out of your window years ago but there was something you both clung to when it came to putting words down on paper. It wasn’t really necessary for you to do when you first started dating - you and Lin had exchanged phone numbers and when he wasn’t at the Richard Rogers he was with you - but you continued to do so because of the romance of it all. You couldn’t help but be sentimental about the notion.

After you moved in with him you had decided to exchange paper planes for good morning kisses. Lin, however, persisted. He’d leave you neatly folded paper planes in various places; your purse, your bedside table, taped to the bathroom mirror once or twice. You could never do words justice like Lin could so you’d respond to each one in the form of a conversation, a kiss, or a phone call. It was a quirky dynamic to have one person continuing to write letters while the other professed their love verbally but it was yours and you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

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A Spark Is All We Need

Fandom: VLD. Pairing: Katt / Rebel Fire. Rating: G

Alternate Universe: Magic.



“Pidge, I need your help.”

Pidge froze for a moment, and then let out an aggravated, deep sigh.

“What trouble have you gotten into this time?” She rubbed her eyes and then turned to look at her brother, who smiled sheepishly at her and lifted up a small black kitten. She frowned. “That’s a cat.”

Matt nodded, but the way in which he pressed his lips together alerted her that, in fact, there was more to the picture than what it appeared at first glance. She narrowed her eyes and then groaned.

“Please, please tell me that it’s just a stray cat you decided you want to adopt.”

Matt held the kitten with one hand and with the other scratched the back of his head, laughing awkwardly.

Pidge sighed and took off her glasses, then put her hands together as if in prayer, in front of her mouth, and regarded Matt with a piercing stare.

“What.” She took a deep breath and took on the kitten’s overall stressed demeanor. “What did you do?”

Matt shifted his weight from foot to foot and carefully tried to pet the small ball of fluff, but the cat was obviously not up to that, if its hissing and batting away with tiny little claws was anything to go by.

“I might have, ah, been trying to cast a new spell and accidentally turned someone into a cat.”

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“What do you think, I just  went  down to the local ghost Top Shop?”

as he that sleeps here swim, Where harry is a ghost and louis is drama director. this is interesting, sweet and bitter at the same time. I love it…i love how the story flow and how lonely i feel when i read about Harry. i’m still not into ziam - but fully enjoying how sweet louis is. .

okay, painting is more fun than i expected… gotta do some more :D

Thoughts on the state of podfic

Have you ever thought about an abridged version of your podfics dear @aranel-parmadil, @consultingsmartarse and @lockedinjohnlock-podfics? As far as I see it, you are interested in getting new listener/fellower aka introduce new people to the (original) work. Still, podfics that run more than 12 hours (tbh, longer than 24 or even 48 hours!) are challenging. Abridged versions are standard in/for medial adaptation - we all know them.

Why not doing an abridged version (12 hours tops, best 4-6 hours) or creating a podfic series (multiple parts) of your podfics (like for professional audiobooks and radio plays)? Obviously with the permission of the original creator AND with the help of your listeners (aka maybe a poll/feedback about their most favourite parts etc; Ao3 and tumblr). And you ‘only’ have to edit your work and record some bridges to the remaining parts, if you choose to. And, obviously, not all your work. Maybe a fandom or a personal favourite, or one of the running more than a day ones, or one that you wished to edit anyway (technical or vocal reasons)? Be Sherlock Holmes and run an experiment ;)

It would be a win-win, would it not?

Old fans would re-listen/re-read the works, you would get at least hits and maybe even comments for it, and while doing so, promoting the new work, which hopefully would not only have old but new fans as listener/fellower. Especially regarding the aftermath of season 4 and the fallout of the (Johnlock) fandom, it seems to me as a good way of celebrating fandom and its transformative works.

What do you think?

I hope that I have not overstepped or anything. (If so, I do apologize! I just got such a huge POSITIVE reaction after my latest pod fic rec list). I love podfic and you love podfic and all the people reblogging/liking/messaging me about your podfic love your work. Why not spread the love :)

Thiam Travel Aesthetic

After finishing high school and before starting college, Liam takes a year off. He always wanted to travel, see the world, and since he isn’t really sure what to study anyway, he hopes this year helps him sorting a few things out. Theo tags along, ready to leave Beacon Hills behind for a while and accompany his friend. He never really left the USA too, traveling the world sounds fun and just like the adventure both need. The two boys visit Italy, Thailand, India, Peru, China and various other countries and places. They learn not only new things about themselves during their travels but they also find each other…

“If chance will have me king, why,

Chance may crown me.” (Act I, Scene III Macbeth)

This is loosely based on the fic by @hollyhark on AO3 called Side By Side, Piece By Piece. I read it ages ago and while on the plane rides during my vacation I was working on these while also rereading that piece and I kind of got inspired. I decided to do portraits from when they were still reigning and I thought they’d look extremely put together and elegant with regal poses and crowns and stuff. The details are Ren’s crown kind of based on Loki’s helmet (Thank you Ragnarok trailer inspo!) and Hux has a golden crown of laurels accompanied by some pharaoh inspired makeup  with gold accents that haven’t been added yet (C,WU reference <3). This is a work in progress I intend to finish!

I hope I do… haha.

Not from Into the Light. This time its from the previous installment of Catch your breath, there are no breaks, Into the Woods by @defectivevorta


At least I’m practicing comic work, right?

idea dump pt. 2

check out pt. 1 here! also, my bad for posting all these fanfic ideas and not actually writing any of them…it’s just a good way for me to sort out my hectic thoughts, and share them with y’all! 

  • Reader is a whistleblower trying to expose the corruption in superheroes. They seek assistance from Black Hat himself. He’s intrigued by Reader’s spunk and determination to chase the truth, so he joins their mission to denounce corrupted heroes. (BH x Reader. Lots of world building and OCs, a buddy-cop romance)
  • Black Hat has a freak accident where he turns into a human. He and his minions go on the run, and stumble into your house. You, the Reader, unknowing of their pasts, take them under your wing as the good samaritan. (BH x Reader x Flug ((love triangle or poly, haven’t decided)), slow-burn. Slice of life/hurt/comfort)
  • Black Hat decides to hire a ghost writer to write a biography for him. He ends up telling Reader!Ghost Writer way more than he intended. (Bojack Horseman-inspired fanfic)
  • Reader works for Make-a-Wish Foundation. A child requests that they meet Black Hat for their birthday. Your co-workers won’t take a chance in hell to make that wish come true. Good thing you take your job seriously. (Probably a short BH x Reader fanfic, very heartwarming and fluffy)
  • And because i’m currently obsessed with Heathers, let’s have a Villainous!Heathers AU!!!!
  • (Cont from above) Reader is sick of being a hero, because of how superficial and corrupted the system is. Black Hat takes an interest in you, and in turn, you’re drawn to his dark nature. Unfortunately, your budding relationship comes with a body count. (Yandere!BH x Reader. Dark comedy. Probably no happy ending.)
  • EDIT: The Villainous Heathers AU is probably going to be Flug x Reader instead. I realized Black Hat is too fucking OP to be playing JD’s role, lmao. Also it’d be fun to write Yandere!Flug

You and your birdcage are the damn thorn in my side…

You’re the one that’s going to disappear Doflamingo!


a battle mix for the otp [listen here]
Two Brides and the Bellas--Chapter Twelve | Archive of Our Own
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Um…that’s all, folks? I don’t know, what do you say about something like this? Y’all are rockstars, hope it was worth the wait.

“Listen, buddy, I have a gun. Do you wanna see my gun?”

I was working and minding my own business and then these girls starting talking and here I am, writing stupid fluffy domestic jeller. @ourstartingpoints @imalittleredtorvette @jeller-ouat @amnesiacandstubbles you are a bad influence :p

They leave Kurt to go down the tools aisle alone and make their way to their desired destination. Three year old Ava follows her mother, skipping joyfully through the store, on their way to the beds section. She is finally moving into a big girls bed and out of the crib and cannot be more excited. It has been all she could talk about for days, even spent ten minutes on the phone with her aunt telling her about it.

Kurt finds them fifteen minutes later, and it is not that hard to. His daughters hearty laughter can be heard throughout the store. And he finds them at the center of a little scene, of their own creation. He sighs and drops his head when he sees them, both of them barefoot, jumping on one of the beds. A few people are gathered around watching, most are entertained, except the poor store manager, who has his hands on his waist, repeatedly urging her “Ma’am please step down.”

For a few minutes Kurt just watches, a small smile on his lips, trying to suppress it as hard as he can, as his wife and daughter give the poor store manager a heart attack. Ava finally sees her father and squeals in delight, “Daddy! Come jump with us! This one is really good!” The store manager turns to Kurt and says, “Sir? Is this your wife? Can you please make them come down or I’ll-”

“You’ll what?” Jane interrupts him, never stopping her jumping, “we’re FBI, show him your badge, Kurt, show him you’re FBI.” She laughs and Kurt just shakes his head. This is not the first time she has done that, threaten an innocent civilian with Kurt’s badge to get away with something. “Jane, it doesn’t work like that,” he mumbles. “Ma’am, please get down,” the manager turns to her, pleading again.

“Listen, my little girl needs to test the bounciness of the bed before we buy, and so we are going to test the bounciness,” she finally stops jumping, catching her breath, she catches Ava in the middle of one of her jumps and settles her on her waist. She takes a deep breath and hops off the bed, handing an excited Ava over to her father. “Ma’am, that’s not really-”

“Listen, buddy, I have a gun. Do you wanna see my gun?” she threatens, but the smile on her lips betrays her, “It’s good we’ll take it,” she says and turns to her husband and daughter, “isn’t that right, baby? You like this one?” Ava nods to that gleefully, her light curls bobbing against her forehead as she does.

The manager shakes his head and despair and walks over to get the details and set up their purchase. “You’re gonna get yourself in trouble some day,” Kurt says and she turns to him, cheeks flush, a proud smile on her face. “Good thing my husband is an FBI agent and can get me out of any trouble I get myself into, then,” she says, leaning in to steal a quick kiss before taking Ava from him and setting her down. He shakes his head and laughs, “you really don’t get how this works do you?”

“Take a breath,” Bucky instructs. Steve does as he’s told; it comes out shaky. Bucky brings up one hand and presses his thumb to Steve’s lips, andoh Hell, he ignites everywhere. Bucky sees the way Steve’s pupils suddenly expand at the touch, and a throb pulses through his dick unexpectedly.

“Your lips, they’re, uh… a bit too tight. They don’t gotta be so tight,” he says gently. He presses his thumb to Steve’s lips and gently pulls the bottom one away from the top. “Just like that.” Clearing his throat, he pulls his hand away; grey orbs lingering on those slightly parted lips. “Let’s try again, yeah?”


First Kiss by OhcaptainMycaptain. I am very late but I read this the other day and I loved it. It (my drawing) didn’t turn out liked I hope but oh well. please don’t remove caption.