I am offering one fic under 10k words in ACD Canon Sherlock Holmes, open to any rating. (I would also be willing to write Comfortable Courtesan fic, though the fandom's so small I didn't put it on the form.) You can find examples of my writing here.
There are also literally hundreds of other fans offering fic, art, betaing, etc., and you can find more information at fandomtrumpshate.tumblr.com.
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This is the copyright page of my copy of Dorothy L. Sayers’ The Unpleasantness at the Bellona Club:
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The relevant information is “First published in Great Britain by Victor Gollancz Ltd. in 1921.”
The problem is, afaict this book was first published in 1928, by Ernest Benn Ltd. Cursory investigation indicates that Gollancz split off from Benn in 1927, so it may have had something to do with the publication; but it didn’t exist at all in 1921, and Sayers didn’t publish her first novel until 1923.
Does anyone know why this is in the New English Library edition?
(My copy was purchased in a used book store in Ontario in the 2010s, so that's not much help.)
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I wrote Les Femmes Acharnées, which is based on this painting (that’s all you need to know, that’s the canon). It is a spy AU, you will like it.
And The Adventure of the Speaking Spectre, which is Great Mouse Detective casefic, with ghosts! Well, maybe ghosts.
Which in terms of wordcount is actually the most I've ever done for Yuletide.
And I have basically been doing nothing but reading Yuletide fic and seeing family this week, so that’s been pretty good.
Universe: ACD Canon
Character(s): John Watson, Mary Morstan
Summary: "We have received the strangest telegram, John. I think it must be intended for someone else."
Warnings/Enticements: Hiatus Angst
Word Count: 508
A.N.: For WAdvent 2016.
Mill mentions the various popular meanings of the words utilitarian and utility in his time; an interesting point is that something which is in the modern sense "utilitarian" - something which does nothing except perform a function - is less utilitarian in the philosophical sense than something which performs that function and is also beautiful - because the latter produces happiness in someone looking at it. Usefullness comes in various forms.
He also mentions Epicurius, and Epicurius said that artistic enjoyment was one of the only pleasures which had no associated pain. (The argument Mill's making is that Epicurianism/utility/happiness is not just about physical pleasure and excess, and that intellectual pleasures are, in fact, more fun. Or at least promote more happiness in general, especially to others.)
However, I'm reminded of Virginia Woolf saying "A good dinner is of great importance to good talk. One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well," in A Room of One's Own. In order to be able to enjoy intellectual pleasures you need to have a relatively enjoyable physical baseline. Which ties in with Mill's point that (in utilitarianism) asceticism and sacrifice have no moral value unless they are for the sake of someone else's happiness.
I wrote that first paragraph when a bit more than halfway through; in the last chapter, however, talking about justice, he uses taxation as an example: "This doctrine [a poll tax], as applied to taxation, finds no advocates because it conflicts so strongly with man's feelings of humanity and social expediency." Tell that to Margaret Thatcher.
And of course it may or may not be considered an example of "modern ethics," but the recent election has indicated that there are lots of people who don't actually give a shit about the common good. Humans are complicated.
And that's a sort of general pessimism brought on by the circumstances, not actually my considered position. Mill points out that in fact we know that most people do mostly behave justly, because if they didn't we couldn't have a society at all: if people couldn't be trusted not to harm each other then we would all consider everyone potential enemies and guard against them (which I've just realized is how cats treat each other). I don't know if this is an argument that human nature is inherently good or that humans will usually live up to social expectations.
If you want to benignly internet-stalk me to get an idea of my interests, Tumblr and AO3 (both linked in the sidebar) are probably a better idea than DW. However, my previous Yuletide-related posts are tagged here.
This year I requested The Comfortable Courtesan, Pride, and Carmilla. These are three very different fandoms and I love them all in different ways. I am happy with absolutely any fic rating or length.
A large and random list of things I like in general: worldbuilding, adventure, lesbians, alternate universes, ethical dilemmas, people being clever, twisty plots, gender, sibling or sibling-like relationships, epistolary fic, punks, backstory, hurt/comfort, pining, physical affection, queerness, philosophy, romance, feminism, UST, found families, mythological allusions, polyamory, slash, het, femslash, hidden worlds, cities, banter, complicated plans, beautiful landscapes, angst, puns, magical realism, history, creepy supernatural beings, passionate platonic friendships, case fic, period accuracy, gen, smut, pwp, diversity, fairy tales... Feel free to use any of these.
Dislikes: I have a major embarrassment squick, I don't like incest, and I'm not interested in graphic depictions of rape or gore or torture. However, I can be sold on most consensual kinks.
Fandom specific thoughts and optional details, to be taken more as suggestions and jumping-off points than requests:( Read more... )
Mostly though, write what makes you happy. Thanks again for writing for me!
I don’t seek out posts about how Gifted kids are all spoiled brats, and I’m not going to seek out posts about this. It can go on without my involvement. If other people aren’t saying what I think should be said, I’ll live, and so will they.
Prompt #1: Water Cure
Prompt #2: Take Hold of Me: Very Cavafian
Prompt #3: Rest and a Bit of Peace: Great Mouse Detective
Prompt #4: Blood and Bile: Good Omens crossover
Prompt #5: Amicitiae Nomine Tectus
Prompt #6: Energy and Nerve Force
Prompt #7: Petitions
Prompt #8: Vroom!
Prompt #9: Experiments: Xu-lai and Jane; warning: Furbies
Prompt #10: First of May (late): BBC Sherlock
Prompt #11: Désir Bruyant: Smut, pegging
Prompt #12: Pash: Based on this picture, hello.
Prompt #13: Of their dead selves to higher things: Slightly gross
Prompt #14: Return
Prompt #15: Bleeding Hearts Around: Based on "Love Armed" by Aphra Behn
Prompt #16: Unexpected Sources (late): Agatha Christie crossover
Prompt #17: Commission
Prompt #18: The Widows: The Landlady 'verse
Prompt #19: Duties to a Client
Prompt #20: Our Cause Is Ripe: Sequel to Bleeding Hearts Around (#15 above)
Prompt #21: Bitter
Prompt #22: Hopeful: Lord Peter Wimsey crossover
Prompt #23: A Dying Fall: Warning: puns
Prompt #24: Summoning: Literary Agent Hypothesis
Prompt #25: Something in the Air: Warning: crack, sex pollen, bodyswap, tentacles, crack
Prompt #26: Earthly (late)
Prompt #27: Texting a Landline
Prompt #28: It Raineth Every Day
Prompt #29: Caught: Great Mouse Detective
Prompt #30: Woken Up
Prompt #1: Bark at a Crow
Prompt #2: Art Appreciation
Prompt #3: Respectable: Warning: classism, nastiness
Prompt #5: Reconsolidation: In the same Little Mermaid fusion as Metatarsalgia
Title: Water Cure
Character(s): John Watson, Sherlock Holmes
Summary: Mary Watson encourages her husband to join Holmes in Europe. There's nothing he can do in England, at the moment.
Content Warnings: Angst
Word Count: 490
A.N.: For Watson's Woes July Writing Prompt #1: 'Tis But a Scratch
If he laid on his left side, the damaged muscles in his shoulder protested at the weight. The obvious solution seemed to be to sleep on his right, but when he did he invariably woke up with a cramp in his leg—he’d limped on that side for too long for it ever to be fully pain-free again. If he was twenty years younger he would’ve slept on his stomach, but he wasn’t, so he slept on his back. Which would’ve been fine, if it weren’t for the dreams. Therapists, fellow doctors, friends: everyone told him that bad dreams weren’t dependent on the position in which he slept, but they were wrong. All of his nightmares ended with him flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling.
He never told Mary, not in so many words, because what was the point? She couldn’t solve any of his problems, physical or otherwise. But after a few months of sleeping together he realized that she knew. He still had the bad dreams, but now, whenever he woke from them, she was there, a hand on his arm, skin touching skin, comforting and calming him enough that he could finally sleep in peace.
(i would write the part with room for sherlock but basically that’s already half of my posted works on AO3)
She’d trained herself to wake up as soon as the nightmares started. She didn’t always know where she’d be sleeping, or with whom, and wakefulness was better than having to explain screaming at night. Even in her new civilian life, she didn’t want to have that conversation with casual boyfriends. Easier to avoid any mention of it, any memories from it.
So when her dream-self saw lightning, or dark empty hallways, or felt the solid comfort of a gun in her hand, she woke up at once. Every time.
John didn’t. John, she knew without asking, lived through all of his awful memories again some nights, unable to stop them. Usually it was Afghanistan, now. So she tried to fall asleep facing him, touching him, so when he woke up he knew she was there.
And when she woke up she was looking right at him, every time, and knew where she was, and who she was, and why she was here.
Sherlock never slept in John and Mary’s bed. The activities in which the three of them engaged after the baby went to bed always energized him rather than tiring him out, so he didn’t need to sleep in the space they left for him, though sometimes he liked to stay and watch them breathe. John twitched when he had nightmares; Mary’s body grew rigid and tried to draw in on itself, as if she could make herself small enough to escape from whatever pursued her. Early on he tried drugging them both into a more restful slumber, but his efforts had not been well-received, so he learned other ways to soothe: deep, soft whispers, a gentle nudge, the sound of his violin playing from the next room. When it seemed they both had a particularly unsettled night, he would take care of the baby’s breakfast and morning routine for them, letting them sleep as long as possible after the sun rose, when they transitioned into better dreams. No one ever mentioned any of this, but they all knew they had found the best arrangement possible for three people who’d once been so thoroughly alone.
(Miss Davis, if you see this and want it down/elsewhere just tell me <3)
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes - ACD
Warnings/Enticements: Outsider POV, Pre-Canon, Victorian Attitudes, Underage Prostitution, Murder, Case Fic
Word Count: 2479
Summary: “Yes, my boy, these were all done prematurely before my biographer had come to glorify me. They are not all successes, Watson. But there are some pretty little problems among them.”
Because it has a swordfight on the roof of a moving train. And Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Holmes by Loren D. Estleman has a high speed hansom cab chase through London. These are not isolated examples. (And in BBC Sherlock, of course, Dr. Watson commits more murders in the first two episodes than he does in all of the canonical stories combined.)
And a claim I see a lot is that fangirls make everything about romance. Which is not completely inaccurate.
But fanboys tend to make everything about ridiculous action movie scenes. Which isn’t any more in the spirit of the originals, really.