falling_voices

Dear Internet connection: Y U NO WORK. (AGAIN.)

I seem to only update this journal to bemoan my dysfunctional relationship with Technology these days. Rest of the time, considering that my writer's block is reaching heights never before imagined, I've been trying my hand at podfic — apparently my Sherlock voice is ridiculous and very, very posh. A little bit French, too? aw, man, I like it, what can I say.

Speaking of podfic, if you haven't seen it yet, the wonderful quintenttsy has recorded a fantastic version of anywhere i go, you go. ♥♥♥ do listen to it, she has a lovely voice.

In other news: The Social Network fandom has swallowed me completely, ogod. I'd loved the movie when it came out, and I'd dipped in the fandom briefly last year before Sherlock got its grip upon me, but with the current lull in Sherlock fandom I'm (re-)discovering the incredibly talented authors and stories written around Mark&Eduardo Epic Break-Up tragic friendship no, fuck that, it really is an Epic Break-Up. I don't know if any of you are in that fandom at all, but if you've so much as seen the movie, or if you're into Doctor Who (that's a safer demographic on this journal, I reckon), have a rec:

Place That Don't Know My Name, by veritasrecords
eduardo-centric, mark/eduardo, amy/rory | 15,300 words | PG-13

and its sequel:

Place Between Here And The Destination, by veritasrecords
mark-centric, mark/eduardo, sean/other!amy, doctor/tardis(?) | 40,000 words | R


So much gloriousness, I don't even — just. Read them. Yeah.

1. errantcomment has just updated Sherlock Holmes' Diary. Read it. LOL at it. It is every bit as glorious as the first installment.

2. ooh look, fic! which isn't strictly new; it was originally a fill on the Sherlock fic!meme back in August, and then I all but forgot about it altogether (because vacation and England and uni and reasons). I've rediscovered it recently, and reworked it slightly. The concept of Sherlock literally stealing hearts to replace his own still makes me grin rather foolishly.



anywhere i go, you go
Sherlock/John.
2148 words.
R. Warning for slight vore at the end — entirely consensual, and at least half metaphorical by this point, idk.
Sherlock belongs to the Beeb, Moffat, and Gatiss; originally ACD's; I make no money with this and mean no copyright infringement.
Written for this prompt: Sherlock doesn't have a heart of his own, so he steals others' for a while and then gives them back so the person keeps living. When John notices, he gives Sherlock his heart. And the heart grows.

notes: ningen_demonai is utterly insane, and has been trying to rationalize the fuck out of this universe, while I was mostly doing jazz hands and going METAPHOR at everything. Now I half want to continue this 'verse and have Sherlock&John get cardiac surgery together. Also, awake. (Fuck you, I have stuff to do!) The title is taken from e. e. cummings' poem 'i carry your heart with me', which is a stunning lack of originality on my part but just fit the prompt too well to pass.

notes2: quintenttsy has recorded a beautiful podfic of this. ♥


( the first time sherlock finds john's heart, it is two in the morning. )

Oh hey, guys, I'm abandoning nuitdenovembre, for now at least. There isn't any actual, logical reason — it just feels redundant and unnecessary, and I rarely ever log in there. Whatever fic there'll be in the future will be posted here again, etc.

Anyway. ToNC, coming your way.


( notes; links )

Query: should I first write the BBC!version of Derringer Sky, or this one actor!Sherlock playing Shakespeare story concept that's been spinning round my head these last few days?

Or just

sort of

mesh up the two together

because android!Sherlock quoting Shakespeare might be strangely fantastical. Mm.

ALSO. KAT WROTE THE MOST WONDERFUL ARSENE LUPIN/ELLERY QUEEN TONC-SMASH AND IT IS ALL THE AMAZING. ilu, bb. ♥

Re: more ToNC;

ssarah_s has been created, and will probably start friending/posting tomorrow or the day after; I'm thinking of having her on a semi-hiatus for a while, due to uni, which will probably translate to her having a hell of a lot of surgery-related work and not being able to be around much (timezones, timezones, timezones). Still wondering what the procedure is, about that. Headcanon post?

The final deanon is delayed for a bit, mostly because misha0529 is currently doing an absolutely amazing job at formatting the whole thing into actual LJ entries and gmail chats, and then I'll take over with more links and some edition. It might take a while, but it'll get done.

In vaguely related news (i.e., in SH-related news, because this is my life right now): I've been watching Granada!verse's Wisteria Lodge yesterday, and now I half want to do a lit!essay of the episode; it's rather amazing in terms of mirrors, windows and dual identity between the characters, and god, I want to so badly. I've spent half the year working on filmic adaptations of literary works, and so much symbolism is the perfect sort of beckon. Oh, I am tempted. I am so very tempted.

Oh my god, there's podfic now. Mildly agonizing over the keyboard, ahh.

This has been one hell of a rollercoaster. It's funny how my life online is generally wonderful, and RL is intensely stressful and chaotic, these days — still, no more Sherlock-related writer's block, which is very, very satisfying. 

(For those who, well, don't frequent the Sherlock ficmeme, I've written meta!fic. And then it sort of became a 'verse, and there was fic o' fic o' fic. Yes.)

I think I've friended everyone back; so, ah, hello, all of you. I'm a little freaked out by all of this, as well as by holmeschat and all the related journals, but it's fairly lovely. And flabbergasting. Mostly flabbergasting. (And I keep finding myself thinking I want to write jumperfucker /consulting_detective RPF! and then going oh, hold on. I already have. Damn.)

... and then I came across this, and now I actually want to write Derringer Sky. IDEK. My finals begin on Monday, fic has Do Not Write cerulean blue post-it notes on it.

Also, I've re-watched Shoscombe Old Place yesterday night, in a last-ditch attempt to calm my nerves down after a long day of Thomas Hardy and Shakespeare, and came to the final conclusion that whoever is filming that Tintin movie is going about it the wrong way. They ought to have stolen the TARDIS, gone back to 1991, and borrowed young!Jude Law for a few months. He'd fit the job perfectly.

/still giggling over this. There's fic right there — real!Holmes&Watson die unexpectedly, and Joe Barnes and a friend of his decide to take up their legacy by taking up their name and rooms a few years later. Hence the discrepancies between ACD!Holmes and Ritchie!Holmes. SERIOUSLY, IT MAKES A LOT OF SENSE.

Of a very strange, slanted sort. Somewhat happy, and somewhat ruining my life. 

So I ran into this over on the Sherlock ficmeme.

And I. I can't write a Sherlock/To Say Nothing Of The Dog crossover. I just can't. It would be wonderful, and it would fit maddeningly well — the jet-lag and the history, Victorian London and stray, meaningful cats — it would mean tweaking the timeline around (forty years forward, what is that), and I could probably make it understandable enough to someone who hasn't read the book, considering. But. I just. 

/BRAIN HAS IMPLODED.

In other news, Edward Hardwicke is dead. I can only hope that, if there's any kind of afterlife somewhere, he's currently having tea and buttered crumpets with Jeremy Brett and rekindling their friendship.