vulgarweed: (breakt-the-rules-by-magnavox-23)
A 221B drabble per day (whether it’s a Sherlockian fandom or not), drawn from the kinktober kink list!

Day 1: 1. Spanking | Sleepy Sex | Aphrodisiacs

A Boon to Diplomacy (The Hobbit, Bilbo/Thorin/Thranduil/Bard)

Day 2: 2. Dirty talk | Watersports | Forniphilia (Human Furniture)

A Firm Footing (Sherlock, Irene Adler/Sherlock Holmes)

Day 3: 3. Public | Biting | Sthenolagnia (Strength/Muscles)

Chelicerae (The Silmarillion, Thuringwethil/Ungoliant)

Day 4: 4. Bukakke | Knife Play | Begging

Entitlement (Sherlock, Sherlock/John)

Day 5: Day 5: 5. Humiliation | Cuckolding | Body Swap

Double Dare (Sherlock, Sherlock/Mary/John)

Day 6: 6. Size Difference | Bondage | Bonds (Telepathic or Empathic)

Knotty Wood (Lord of the Rings, Merry/Pippin/Treebeard)

Day 7: 7. Creampie | Worship (Body, etc) | Cross-dressing

The Gentleman Thief (Sherlock, Irene/Mary)

8. Latex | Roleplay | Deep-Throating/Face-Sitting (I USED ALL THREE!)

Forensic Protocol (Sherlock, Sherlock/John)

9. Day 9: 9. Asphyxiation | Lingerie | Frottage (I USED ALL THREE AGAIN!)

Five Minutes in Purgatory (Sherlock, Eurus Holmes/Jim Moriarty)

He straightens his suit as her eyes burn through his shell. “I’m your Christmas present.” His mouth has gone dry. She’s beyond perfect, the essence of pure Holmesness wrapped in a shroud of witchcraft. “What’s mine?” He already knows. It’s that he feels alive in her presence, because he is afraid.

She briefly parts the white shirt of her pyjamas to show the peep of a camisole. Prada. The latest Fall collection. Oh, the implications. He comes as close to the glass as he dares, and then closer, and then their bodies nearly meld through it. She begins to whisper. He’s trembling. He’s hard. She speaks of drowning. He feels the pressure in his lungs.

He’ll joke about Darth Vader but the idea of being choked by remote used to make him hard and shooting off embarrassingly fast.

She curls her white hand against the glass as she dances with him, slow and lewd. She clutches her fist at the knot of his tie, and the glass is still there, he’s sure of it, but somehow he feels her heat against his chest, her face nuzzling, her thighs pressing, and his necktie tightening at her command although it’s his own hand pulling. His come smears the glass as he slides to his knees, consumed with joy as his vision goes black.
vulgarweed: (snoopy_by_roseinshadow)
This is a fandom charity auction organized by @hansbekhart to benefit ConPRmetidos, an organization working to raise money for long-term help for Puerto Rico.

It works a lot like Fandom Trumps Hate: you bid on fan creators for the works of your dreams, and winning bidders donate directly to the organization.

The main site is [community profile] fandomlovespuertorico. There you’ll find indexed lists of fan writers, fan artists, other types of fan works, organized by fandom if you want to shop (and of course you do.)

My sign-up link is here, this is where you go to bid on what I’m offering!

I am offering: Fic, 5k to 10k
Quantity: 2
Minimum bid: $25 each
What fandoms I create for: Sherlock BBC, major works of Tolkien (LOTR, the Hobbit, the Silmarillion). Other fandoms I’ve written for in the past negotiable.
Would love to do: For Sherlock, my favorite ships are Johnlock, Johnlockary, Marene (and other femslash ships), Johnlockolly. I’m willing to try other rare pairs and threesomes - Sherlock is my ‘little black dress’ character. I love kinkfic and AUs. Feel free to ask about a new story in the universe of any story or series I’ve written before, or a crossover with any other fandom I’ve written. For Tolkien, any ship I’ve written in the past is available. My specialties seem to be rarepairs, xeno, villains, Ainur, and sexually adventurous hobbits - try me!
Will not do: Major character death (unless in reference to a canon death), scat, sex involving children, non-con (except under very limited circumstances).
Additional Info: Good Omens also a possibility but might have to wait until I’m done with the Holiday Exchange (I’m a mod and a participant).
How I can be contacted: absentia.vulgarweed [at] gmail [dot] com or Tumblr (email preferred; Tumblr eats messages)
vulgarweed: (OK by london_fan)
A 221B drabble per day (whether it’s a Sherlockian fandom or not), drawn from the kinktober kink list!

Day 1: 1. Spanking | Sleepy Sex | Aphrodisiacs

A Boon to Diplomacy (The Hobbit, Bilbo/Thorin/Thranduil/Bard)

Day 2: 2. Dirty talk | Watersports | Forniphilia (Human Furniture)

A Firm Footing (Sherlock, Irene Adler/Sherlock Holmes)

Day 3: 3. Public | Biting | Sthenolagnia (Strength/Muscles)

Chelicerae (The Silmarillion, Thuringwethil/Ungoliant)

Day 4: 4. Bukakke | Knife Play | Begging

Entitlement (Sherlock, Sherlock/John)

Day 5: Day 5: 5. Humiliation | Cuckolding | Body Swap

Double Dare (Sherlock, Sherlock/Mary/John)

Day 6: 6. Size Difference | Bondage | Bonds (Telepathic or Empathic)

Knotty Wood (Lord of the Rings, Merry/Pippin/Treebeard)

Day 7: 7. Creampie | Worship (Body, etc) | Cross-dressing

The Gentleman Thief (Sherlock, Irene/Mary)

8. Latex | Roleplay | Deep-Throating/Face-Sitting (I USED ALL THREE!)

Forensic Protocol (Sherlock, Sherlock/John)

“My partner, John Watson, is dead.”

Sherlock kept his voice even as he adjusted the camera for the optimal angle, to capture the squeaking and snapping as he donned the latex gloves (black, powder-free, extended cuff), stretching them past his wrists.

John lay sprawled across the rug, nude, limbs askew and head lolled to one side. Sherlock crawled over him, speaking to the camera. “No sign of violence or resistance. Possibly sedated, will take blood sample.”

John shivered only slightly as the long gloved fingers skimmed his skin, probing and testing, tickling and stinging as the soft hairs of his body caught on the rubber. Sherlock had started collecting latex gloves (from delicate finger cots to past-the-elbow affairs for the opera or horse-fisting) once he learned that John loved to see his beautiful hands encased snugly, to touch without touching, a layer of medical distance between them as if John were just … a body.

John was getting hard even before Sherlock examined his neck and slowly circled his rubbery fingers around John’s mouth, gently opening his jaw. “Evidence of slight abrasion on the lips,” Sherlock told the camera. “Possible cause of death, asphyxiation by repeated insertion of a cylindrical object. Like this-” he said, his breath at last growing heavy as he straddled John’s shoulders and loosened his straining trouser button.
vulgarweed: (come_by_jackshoegazer)
A 221B drabble per day (whether it’s a Sherlockian fandom or not), drawn from the kinktober kink list!

Day 1: 1. Spanking | Sleepy Sex | Aphrodisiacs

A Boon to Diplomacy (The Hobbit, Bilbo/Thorin/Thranduil/Bard)

Day 2: 2. Dirty talk | Watersports | Forniphilia (Human Furniture)

A Firm Footing (Sherlock, Irene Adler/Sherlock Holmes)

Day 3: 3. Public | Biting | Sthenolagnia (Strength/Muscles)

Chelicerae (The Silmarillion, Thuringwethil/Ungoliant)

Day 4: 4. Bukakke | Knife Play | Begging

Entitlement (Sherlock, Sherlock/John)

Day 5: Day 5: 5. Humiliation | Cuckolding | Body Swap

Double Dare (Sherlock, Sherlock/Mary/John)

Day 6: 6. Size Difference | Bondage | Bonds (Telepathic or Empathic)

Knotty Wood (Lord of the Rings, Merry/Pippin/Treebeard)

Day 7: 7. Creampie | Worship (Body, etc) | Cross-dressing

The Gentleman Thief (Sherlock, Irene/Mary)

The armed security guard stood at alert rest, hands crossed behind in a strict military manner. No one at the museum wanted to take risks on a recurrence of the AGRA incident, not with the crown jewels of Narrativistan on loan for a limited engagement.

A lean dapper gentleman strode down the hall to the vault with the aura of one who belonged there. The guard alone knew that he didn’t - and looked askance at another guard who wasn’t quite right. It wouldn’t matter. The cameras would be off when they needed to be.

And such was Irene’s daring that she wriggled half out of her Westwood wool and showed sage-green skin-caressing silk, her male-manicured hands slithering into Mary’s uniform trousers right there in the vault. Mary thought she’d be the one who couldn’t keep her hands off Irene - smart tailoring of that suit seeming to change her whole body shape and give her natural air of dominance a masculine flavour. But it was Irene who seemed impatient. “The jewels are safe, pet,” she purred. “In the safest place. Well, safe from anyone but you.”

The cocky effect was dazzling as Irene pushed Mary against the steel wall and opened her shirt and waistcoat, pressing her breasts against Mary’s cheap uniform. “Suits suit you,” Mary murmured.

“Suits you to look butch.”
vulgarweed: (rain_by_aurora_starwing)
I'm doing this! Fandom charity auction to benefit Puerto Rico! https://fandomlovespuertorico.dreamwidth.org/

Money is going to a group that will be there for the long haul, not just short-term emergency relief (though of course that's also crucial right now).

here's my signup info:

I am offering: Fic, 5k to 10k
Quantity: 2
Minimum bid: $25 each
What fandoms I create for: Sherlock BBC, major works of Tolkien (LOTR, the Hobbit, the Silmarillion). Other fandoms I’ve written for in the past negotiable.
Would love to do: For Sherlock, my favorite ships are Johnlock, Johnlockary, Marene (and other femslash ships), Johnlockolly. I’m willing to try other rare pairs and threesomes - Sherlock is my ‘little black dress’ character. I love kinkfic and AUs. Feel free to ask about a new story in the universe of any story or series I’ve written before, or a crossover with any other fandom I’ve written. For Tolkien, any ship I’ve written in the past is available. My specialties seem to be rarepairs, xeno, villains, Ainur, and sexually adventurous hobbits - try me!
Will not do: Major character death (unless in reference to a canon death), scat, sex involving children. Very picky about non-con; ask first
Additional Info: Good Omens also a possibility but might have to wait until I’m done with the Holiday Exchange (I’m a mod and a participant).
How I can be contacted: absentia.vulgarweed [at] gmail [dot] com or Tumblr (email preferred; Tumblr eats messages)

Signups run until October 15. Bidding runs Oct 17-23. I'll post again when bidding starts.
vulgarweed: (root-and-twig_by_pegkerr)
A 221B drabble per day (whether it’s a Sherlockian fandom or not), drawn from the kinktober kink list!

Day 1: 1. Spanking | Sleepy Sex | Aphrodisiacs

A Boon to Diplomacy (The Hobbit, Bilbo/Thorin/Thranduil/Bard)

Day 2: 2. Dirty talk | Watersports | Forniphilia (Human Furniture)

A Firm Footing (Sherlock, Irene Adler/Sherlock Holmes)

Day 3: 3. Public | Biting | Sthenolagnia (Strength/Muscles)

Chelicerae (The Silmarillion, Thuringwethil/Ungoliant)

Day 4: 4. Bukakke | Knife Play | Begging

Entitlement (Sherlock, Sherlock/John)

Day 5: Day 5: 5. Humiliation | Cuckolding | Body Swap

Double Dare (Sherlock, Sherlock/Mary/John)

Day 6: 6. Size Difference | Bondage | Bonds (Telepathic or Empathic)

Knotty Wood (Lord of the Rings)

“Over here! Up against this tree.”

“Oooh, they’re getting slaughtered. I can’t believe how lucky we are to be alive.”

“Myself even more so since you haven’t even untied me.”

“Maybe I like the way you look with your hands tied.”

“Hardly fitting in a life or death situation, I should think. And this is nasty Orc rope, it’s not the nice hemp we play with back home.”

“Well, we’re a long way from home, Pippin. We’ll have to make do with what we’ve got.”

“Can’t we have a little--you know--since I’m all tied up and all?”

“Well, I stole a knife, can cut you loose real fast if I have to.”

“Mmm, clever Merry. Mmm, let us have a-”

“Oh that’s nice. You taste good. Tie you to this vine here and make you squirm up against this tree, just like...ummm, yeah, you’re getting hard fast. Gonna stroke you, make you beg for it…”

“Merry?”

“What, Pip?”

“That huge branch here, turning up. Wasn’t that a dangling bit of vine before?”

“I thought it was, for sure. Mm, so smooth too. Not like the roughness everywhere else. It feels good in my other hand, yeah--”

There was a massive rustling above them as Merry stroked the branch and Pippin at once. A booming voice moaned, “Well bless my bark!”
vulgarweed: (cock-by-magnavox-23)
A 221B drabble per day (whether it’s a Sherlockian fandom or not), drawn from the kinktober kink list!

Day 1: 1. Spanking | Sleepy Sex | Aphrodisiacs

A Boon to Diplomacy (The Hobbit, Bilbo/Thorin/Thranduil/Bard)

Day 2: 2. Dirty talk | Watersports | Forniphilia (Human Furniture)

A Firm Footing (Sherlock, Irene Adler/Sherlock Holmes)

Day 3: 3. Public | Biting | Sthenolagnia (Strength/Muscles)

Chelicerae (The Silmarillion, Thuringwethil/Ungoliant)

Day 4: 4. Bukakke | Knife Play | Begging

Entitlement (Sherlock, Sherlock/John)

Day 5: Day 5: 5. Humiliation | Cuckolding | Body Swap

Double Dare (Sherlock, Sherlock/Mary/John)

Late afternoon light through the cheap blinds of the no-tell hotel made the illicit coupling even more exciting. Mary could hardly get Sherlock’s trousers open and shoved down his hips fast enough as they rolled over each other in the creaking bed, and she’d made his job easier by forgoing knickers. She was wet, he was hard, and the rest of the clothes could come off later once they’d achieved conjoining, shaking and melting, fitting together urgently. He shivered in her arms and let her push him onto his back, riding him wildly, shaking off her blouse and bra.

Both tried hard not to glance too often at the closet door with its perfect voyeur’s slats.

“He’s being so still,” Mary said. “Can’t hear a thing except panting.”

“I only worry that the door won’t withstand his erection,” Sherlock muttered as he grasped Mary’s hips to plunge deeper.

“Oh, how wicked I feel, shagging my husband’s boyf- I mean best friend,” she cried theatrically.

“Oh, how nasty I am, shagging my lov- whoops, I mean, my best friend’s wife,” he growled.

“Which one of us is supposed to be doing the cuckolding again?” she whispered.

“Clever John,” Sherlock said as he pulled her down, her tits to his face. “He’s getting a double dose of his fantasy. The answer is both.”
vulgarweed: (patient-by-kcscribbler)
Full House Tonight
Pairing: Holmes/Watson
Length: 8064
Tags/Content Notes:
BDSM, Public Sex, Flogging, Angst with a Happy Ending, The Empty House, Diogenes Club is a BDSM Dungeon, Face Slapping, Top John Watson, Bottom Sherlock Holmes, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Bondage, Whipping, Mention of Past Holmescest, Leather, collaring, Blood, Dom/sub, Rough Sex, Rough Kissing, Past John Watson/Others, Past Sherlock Holmes/Others, Cock & Ball Torture, Biting, Emotional reunion, Hurt/Comfort, Choking, Breathplay, Post-Reichenbach

Summary: Fix-It fic for Larry Townsend's The Sexual Adventures of Sherlock Holmes: Three years after witnessing the nude-gladiatorial waterfall death of his beloved Sherlock Holmes and his nemesis James Moriarty, the Napoleon of Crime and the Caligula of London (and after ending his sad liasion with Moriarty's last rentboy Friedl), Dr. Watson receives an invitation to return once more to the legendary hardcore sex club the Diogenes. What could the reason be? What would the voyeuristic leather-master Mycroft Holmes possibly want with his brother's grieving widower? Could it have something to do with the Ron Adair murder?

Larry Townsend ended his 1971 porn pastiche with his version of "The Final Problem" and never wrote a version of the "Empty House" reunion. This is my pale attempt to imagine what that might have been like. Townsend had a style that was both luridly pornographic and passionately emotional - I tried to do it justice.

Also a fill for this prompt at Sherlock Kink Meme! Huge thanks to my beta Iwantthatcoat!
vulgarweed: (OK by london_fan)
A 221B drabble per day (whether it’s a Sherlockian fandom or not), drawn from the kinktober kink list!

Day 1: 1. Spanking | Sleepy Sex | Aphrodisiacs

A Boon to Diplomacy (The Hobbit, Bilbo/Thorin/Thranduil/Bard)

Day 2: 2. Dirty talk | Watersports | Forniphilia (Human Furniture)

A Firm Footing (Sherlock, Irene Adler/Sherlock Holmes)

Day 3: 3. Public | Biting | Sthenolagnia (Strength/Muscles)

Chelicerae (The Silmarillion, Thuringwethil/Ungoliant)

Day 4: 4. Bukakke | Knife Play | Begging

Entitlement (Sherlock)

“Give me the scalpel, Sherlock!”

“No.”

In his bonds, John could barely flex his fingers. The left knuckle scabs were healed but the skin still felt tight.

“Lestrade played me the recording,” Sherlock said, his voice a deep drone. “It’s good to know that it used to be fun for you.”

John shivered as Sherlock’s fingers ran up his shoulders, plucking his collar open. “Everything was so wrong that day. Everything.”

Sherlock nodded with an mm-hmm, and let John feel the slow, light trail of the dull side of the scalpel up his right trapezius. It felt good. “I want you to imagine just what you thought might have happened, if I really were as far gone as you thought. Would I have killed Culverton? The true Faith? Even you? With this one tiny blade, that I’ve only used on premade corpses? A weapon more befitting a doctor?”

“And I used my fists and feet instead. Sherlock, I’m sorry, so sorry. Please?”

“Please release you?” Sherlock asked quickly, demeanor changing as his hands lunged for the bonds.

“No!” John barked. “Not that! You promised!”

“Oh you’re right, I did,” Sherlock said, breathing deep. “I’m entitled, you said. True enough. I am. And you’re demanding. You’d resent me if I safeworded out - and so I won’t.”

Sherlock kissed John, and drew blood.
vulgarweed: (come_by_jackshoegazer)
Threesomes and triads, yeah, super-obvious.

Xeno, appendages, weird sex, shapeshifting, manifestation of non-human characteristics like tentacles, wings, horns, tails, etc., sapient consent-capable consciousnesses in bodies that are not even remotely humanlike; flat-out bestiality with the inherently abusive aspect (inability to consent on the animal’s part) not being an issue. Also extremely obvious.

Sex magick, ritual sex, magical tattoos, sexual hexes, horny gods/demons/angels/nature spirits, astral plane fucking, telepathy, spirit conjuring, pagan deity worship, etc.

Switching in all its forms: keep those tables turning!

Kinkpologies: a character who has done something bad and feels guilt purging that guilt through submitting to BDSM penance. Ideally, the dom is the person they wronged, but someone else who’s skilled and capable can stand in.

(I just realized how intense the last one is, because I have not one but TWO fics to post today that are pretty much that.)
vulgarweed: (stop-squick-by-casira)
A 221B drabble per day (whether it’s a Sherlockian fandom or not), drawn from the kinktober kink list!

Day 1: 1. Spanking | Sleepy Sex | Aphrodisiacs

A Boon to Diplomacy (The Hobbit, Bilbo/Thorin/Thranduil/Bard)

Day 2: 2. Dirty talk | Watersports | Forniphilia (Human Furniture)

A Firm Footing (Sherlock, Irene Adler/Sherlock Holmes)

Day 3: 3. Public | Biting | Sthenolagnia (Strength/Muscles)

Chelicerae (The Silmarillion)


Thuringwethil kept a safe distance from the Mother of Darkness, though stirred was she by the scent of blood and susurration of spiked legs on spun silk. Her leathern wings arched above her head, and she expected to scrape a stone ceiling that was not there. For so thorough and deep was the Unlight that the Huntress’s victims perceived that they were to die in a cave, although in truth the open sky was above them, Varda’s stars overcome by the Gloomweaver’s work.

It was safest to watch her feed upon the first wanderers until they grew shriveled. Then Thuringwethil could slide through the shadows and gaze upon the intricate workings of Ungoliant’s jaws as they pierced and devoured and drained her prey’s life blood, replacing it with her viscous venom. Thuringwethil licked her own fangs in sympathetic lust.

“Draw close, if you dare. Eight eyes I have - I see you.”

Thuringwethil shivered at the voice. It could not have come from that mouth, occupied as it was in draining. Husks of Orcs, bones, fallen creatures of all descriptions, ichor spilled and scented. She let out a little moan. Ungoliant would have every right to slay her had she come to steal food, but she had not. Drinker of life’s-wine, she knelt down before her deity to offer her own blood.
vulgarweed: (tale_grew_by_nerwende)
To Voyage in Their Courses at AO3

My contribution to the multi-author "Subcreation" work for Silmarillion Writers' Guild's Silmarillion40 celebration.

Check out all of "Subcreation" here: all the ficlets are gorgeous and the artwork/layout is stunning.

Arien and Tilion become sub-created as the Sun and Moon.
vulgarweed: (the game by isaac_of_nine)
A 221B drabble per day (whether it’s a Sherlockian fandom or not), drawn from the kinktober kink list!

Day 1: 1. Spanking | Sleepy Sex | Aphrodisiacs

A Boon to Diplomacy (The Hobbit, Bilbo/Thorin/Thranduil/Bard)

Day 2: 2. Dirty talk | Watersports | Forniphilia (Human Furniture)

A Firm Footing (Sherlock)

“Very steady footstool, Miss Adler,” said Mai the professional podophile. Many thought they could withstand this game, and most were wrong. Neither woman would forget the barrister that collapsed during the acupressure phase of the pedicure and smeared still-moist Pompeian Pomegranate everywhere.

“Irene, please,” said Irene, as she always did. The other woman shook her head and smiled, for she and Irene also had a game together. “But it’s listing a bit to the left I think.”

Irene gave a light slap to the footstool’s pale shapely arse, and one straining thigh shifted slightly to give a more solid purchase. Underneath, one could see that the footstool was aroused, but Irene knew that was a physiological response only, and what mattered most to the object was the energy in its brain. Helps it think, it said. Train the transport. Regardless, it loved the steadying pressure of Irene’s slender feet in the small of its back as her cuticles were massaged and her toenails painted. It was a matter of honour to it. She deigned to pet its dark curly hair and admire the architectural curves of its lean shoulders and arms.

Its sweat had a rich scent. Its nude skin was smooth against her heels. Sometimes it texted her hours later with news of a case breakthrough.

***

(this is the second story I’ve gotten out of one semi-joke line in The Passion That Slays and Recovers. That fic is a gift that keeps on giving.)
vulgarweed: (porn!)
Ok, i’m doing this. Last night I accidentally wrote a near-perfect 221B drabble for a fandom that wasn’t Sherlock. So I decided they’re all going to be 221B drabbles (221 words, last word must start with ‘b’) whether they have anything to do with Sherlock Holmes or not. I may change my mind about that later, lol. All fandoms and pairings are fair game for me this round.

Anyway, here’s the first one. There’s a full list of prompts here, and you pick from each day’s listing of three.

1. Spanking | Sleepy Sex | Aphrodisiacs

***

A Boon to Diplomacy (Fandom: The Hobbit)

“Well,” said Bilbo. “There are those who say the Old Toby is the finest, and others who’ll go to war for the Longbottom Leaf. It’s down to whether you like a dry woody smoke, or a lighter touch with a hint of honey. I think they’re both splendid, but one’s more a summer flavor and the other more suited to falling leaves and chill in the air, for it goes well with the scent of a lively hearth … The Old Toby pairs best with beef and brandy…”

“That’s all well and good,” grumbled Thorin, “but have you ever had it with Dorwinion wine?”

“Unlikely,” said Thranduil. “We were barely aware of the existence of the Shirefolk - we’d have been glad to trade if they wished it, but rarely did our paths cross.”

“So neither hobbit nor dwarf nor elf nor man could have foreseen the reaction that the combination causes,” Thorin huffed, and sped up the motions of his hand on Thranduil’s member until the Elvenking bit his lip and closed his eyes and dropped his goblet raining red droplets all over the floor, all over the shining mithril shirt that was the only thing Bilbo wore, his apple-plump arse shamelessly bearing the bounce of Thorin’s thrusts, his rampant little cock stabbing lightly into the mouth of Bard below.
vulgarweed: (adam&pepperGOE)
Dreamwidth only this year: https://go-exchange.dreamwidth.org/201411.html

Can you believe I've been in this every year since 2005? Huge thanks to everyone who's been on the journey so far. This year [profile] lunasong356 comes on board as co-mod, with some BRILLIANT programming that looks to make everything so much simpler and smoother, and I could not be more thrilled.

The fandom is going to be changing for sure, what with the upcoming Amazon TV adaptation - we'll be here, barring apocalypse.
vulgarweed: (cockcoin_by_slasheater)
https://books.pronoun.com/journey-to-the-center-of-desire/

The latest Circlet Press anthology: our steamy tales based on the works of Jules Verne, and one of them by yours truly (as [personal profile] evadare_volney). $3.99 ebook from your fave retailers at the link.

Mine is based on 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. Established-relationship (kinky) Aronnax/Conseil, and a bargain struck with the passionate, insightful, and devious Captain Nemo which totally doesn't involve a steampunk tentacle fucking machine, oh wait yes it does..

All the other stories are incredibly good. Please consider a review at Amazon or Goodreads or whatnot if you read it and enjoy it.

WIP excerpt

Sep. 2nd, 2017 12:21 am
vulgarweed: (patient-by-kcscribbler)
Keeping this just on DW/LJ for now to keep silence on Tumblr.

Some of you know I'm a big fan of Larry Townsend's 1971 porn pastiche The Sexual Adventures of Sherlock Holmes (I wrote a long essay about it here. Aren't you glad we live in a world where the author of The Leatherman's Handbook also wrote a filthy Sherlock Holmes book? I sure am.)

BUT the sad thing about that book, is that it ends after his version of "The Final Problem." There is no "Adventure of the Empty House" and no happy Holmes/Watson reunion.

If ever there was a lacuna that cried out for fix-it fic, that's it. But I've been in some ways much more intimidated by Townsend's style and legacy than Doyle's. Well, at least until someone at the Sherlock kink meme on Tumblr requested H/W public sex at the Diogenes Club. (The Diogenes is a hardcore BDSM club in Townsendverse). I just can't resist a kink meme prompt that speaks to me.

Yeah. I'm writing it. It's called "Full House Tonight."

Excerpt )

Spoiler alert: Watson's gonna have a wild night.
vulgarweed: (tale_grew_by_nerwende)
Originally posted to AO3 6/28/2017

Title: When Wind is In the Deadly East
Fandoms: Lord of the Rings + Sherlock fusion
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, Eurus Holmes, Mycroft Holmes. As giant eagles.
Rating: T for some violence and incestuous ideation
Word count: 6754
Tags: All-Eagle AU, Holmes Siblings in Middle-earth and they are all Giant Eagles, overtones of incest, Undertones of Incest, The Final Problem Except They're All Giant Eagles, Fandom Fusion, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Holmes Family

Summary: “Brother mine, the dark clouds gathering have long stalked you, from the days of our home eyrie, and at last I shall tell you the full tale of our lost sister.”

“It was news to me that we had one. It would have gone less ill for us had I learned of this sooner.”

“You remember nothing, then. I thought as much. I shall tell you the full tale of Eurys our sister, burned through and corrupted by the East Wind where long she soared in circles, with the flames of madness in her eyes and the soot of Mordor in her feathers. The lost nestmate long imprisoned since our first eyrie burned. You were barely more than hatchlings, you and she, when first she tried to slay you. ”

***

The third and final Eagle-centric Tolkien story for my Fandom Trumps Hate bidder lydiabennet (Teasel). I so enjoyed our email exchange with your ideas - you inspired me to write a story that never would have existed otherwise.

Massive thanks to my betas Tyellas and iwantthatcoat!

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I am WAY behind on replying to comments on this one. Like, I haven't done it at all and it's been haunting me. I have to go back into the mindset of writing this weird thing, I think. It's had the fewest readers of anything I've written in years (for reasons I think are pretty obvious) but the people who read it REALLY loved it. I'm a little overwhelmed.
vulgarweed: (cock-by-magnavox-23)
Seventh and last fic rec for this month at 221b-recs: The Piecroft Chronicles by iwantthatcoat: http://221b-recs.dreamwidth.org/512340.html

Absolutely amazing time-travel self-cest tale, with angst and feels.

Now it's September and the torch passes to two different reccers. I had a blast.

I'm participating in the one-day Tumblr boycott, not because I think boycotts like that really achieve anything (or that playing Whack-a-Mole with Nazi blogs is ever going to be effective for Tumblr staff) but I might as well take a day off and do some housecleaning around here. I'm behind on fic links and I think later on I'll put up some DW/LJ exclusive WIP excerpts....
vulgarweed: (dont-stop-trying-by-kcscribbler)
My sixth fic rec at [community profile] 221b_recs: To His Watson Going to Bed by [personal profile] okapi.

ACD canon, Holmes/Watson, NC-17/Explicit

Absolutely gorgeous and steamy interlude featuring Holmes reciting poetry, riffing on John Donne's "To His Mistress Going to Bed." Mesmerizing and very hot.

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