#drawings for the podfic it is!

[djevelbl]

I miiiiiiight be working on something y'all👀👀👀 it'll take a while tho. just sayin

[spiderin-space]

Spoiling my own next fic a tiny bit

(Feat. @the-one-who-lambs Lamb in the 8th doodle)

[benevolenterrancy]

lay your wager (down to sleep) podfic!!

EchoandtheVaskians (@nnn123122) has been working on a podfic of my TGCF series, and has just started posted chapters for the final part! It's fantastic work, and I've been listening eagerly along with each new update, so I wanted to mention it to anyone else who also enjoys having someone read to them! Podfics are such an incredibly amount of work (this is already over 3hrs long with lots yet to go) so!! i wanted to make sure some appreciation is thrown in EchoandtheVaskians' direction!!

Links because for some reason tumblr is refusing to post ao3 links properly for me:

coffin nails as collateral // bid and response // fixing the match, capping the hand

[scrapimmortal]

well i got my first hate comment on ao3 so i guess i really am filling up my "successful" author bingo card

[catdumplingart]

I know there's probably some lore reason for the dice but I keep thinking about John playing DnD

[gummieturtle]

melon soda date🍈

look at that I finally drew some bokuaka fanart after having kuroken brainrot for like 4 months straight😎👍

[coolcoolcoolbutwtf]

30/November-2024

Broke out the colored pencils for this :) It's always something good when those get brought in

[apple-sapling]

[Podfic] Die

written by @finemeal, narrated by @apple-sapling

Original work: Die by finemeal

Full Length: 5:58 | Rating: M | TW: gore, murder

Summary:

When Vlad creates a creature in his own image, he was not prepared for the consequences that would cause.

Thank you to finemeal for writing this and giving me an excuse to voice LBV and LBM :D

[dragonfruitflamb3]

https://youtu.be/6mgdLBdRIQc?si=VCVPNCpHxwAnOMKS

ChhhhAPTER! 3!!!!!

We're getting closer and closer to all the juicy bits hehehehe

Love Death and Rollerskates written by @spadillelicious, reading by me!

[takonxmz]

A nice dinner date between friends

🥗 MDZS modern AU

🥗 XiYao feat. NMJ POV

🥗 Rating: Teen+

podfic length:

🥗 00:14:22 (w/ music & sfx)

🥗 00:13:29 (clean)

👂🔊 《Listen to Uncouth by yeaka on ao3 here》 🎧🎶

here is the unblurred version as a treat

and, more hilariously (horrifyingly) is the original sketch page where I didn't think to draw the other two dishes before I inked the table so I uh copy pasta (lol) them on the table later on when I started editing/coloring it in my phone lol

[qe-podfic]

@yetrop has created this SPECTACULAR illustration for Chapter 3

The LIGHTING? The POSES? I can FEEL the embarrassment! This is so gorgeous.

WE ARE STILL LOOKING FOR ARTISTS TO COLLABORATE!!

For more info, you can click here to see the original call out post.

The scene behind @yetrop's delicious artwork is under the cut:

He made it to the restaurant, a classy, hand-painted sign informing him that it was called ‘the Sable Nouveau’. Subscript under the building’s front-facing decal added that the place was ‘an innovative accomplishment of the notorious Dr Raven Sable’ whatever that meant. It was a looming glass structure, a postmodern parapet framing the building in black. The architecture combined brutalist form with glossy contemporary stylings. Beautiful but cold and uncomfortable. Aziraphale didn’t like it at all. It would be the kind of thing he’d point out to Crowley, tutting and shaking his head. Crowley would only grin and excuse the design as minimalist. But secretly, he’d agree; Crowley liked eco-brutalism, not brutalism-brutalism.

That was enough thinking about Crowley! Aziraphale was here to get over that whole predicament. It wouldn’t do to dwell on the one thought that he was trying to escape from.

“Table for Muscas?” he asked the critical woman at the front desk. She appraised him briefly before nodding and leading him to a corner booth. His date was already there, it seemed. Aziraphale took a moment to inspect him from behind; he was slim, in a black suit-type-thing, a waterfall of red hair—oh. Oh no. Oh, no no no. This was the worst outcome; so bad he hadn’t even dignified it as one of the options. Crowley was here. Crowley was his blind date. Crowley was B’s friend. B’s friend who—he realised quite suddenly—was trying to get over someone. Who?! When? Why? And why had he never mentioned anything to Aziraphale? And—even more importantly—who? No, really, who?!

“Uh—” came the dissonant sound from Aziraphale’s throat. Having alerted Crowley to his presence, he sat down opposite him. Bashful, but stiff upper lip and all that.

“Ngk—Beelzebub!” Crowley groaned—and that’s what the B stood for!—putting his head in his hands. Aziraphale pitied him; it wasn’t a fun situation, accidentally being set up on a blind date with your co-author. He would know. He was currently having the exact same experience.

“I’m guessing you’re B’s friend, then,” Aziraphale grimaced sympathetically. This didn’t have to be awkward; they were pals. They could endure a platonic dinner together without making anything weird. It wasn’t that far off from what they usually did.

“And you’re Gabriel’s brother.” The words were disappointed.

Crowley’s eyes had a panicked sheen; he looked almost trapped. In the corner booth of a classy restaurant, he rather made the image of a frightened dog pressing themselves to the back of the cage at the pound. Knowing what he knew, Aziraphale was commiserative. Crowley had come here to get over someone—‘Who, though?’ his mind roared, he ignored it—and instead of a suave first-date ready to beguile him beyond the thought of whoever-it-was, there was only Aziraphale, his frumpish co-author, to greet him. Aziraphale would be disappointed too.

“Well, this is suitably awkward,” he sighed regretfully.

“It was my fault for trusting Beez after a fight. I forget how spiteful they are, sometimes. I’m sorry, Angel. They were being mean. Beez is still under the impression I have the same romantic tastes that I did at seventeen. You—uh—don’t really fall into that category,” Crowley explained apologetically, looking rather defeated. Aziraphale almost flinched at the admission. It was a stinging blow, to have the very notion that he might have—at some point—been Crowley’s type so utterly decimated. 

“I wouldn’t assume so, no,” he winced with a self-deprecating wilt. Crowley’s eyes widened as he played back the implications of what he had said, hissing at himself despairingly.

“Not to say that you aren’t—I mean, now it’s… Well, not to say that you are either—” He tied himself into verbal knots, flustered and consoling in equal measure.

“You don’t have to spare my feelings, dear. We’d look an odd couple, if we were together. You in all your leather and me in all my hand-knit sweaters. Odd socks, the two of us.” Aziraphale regarded him with a kind smile, picking up the menu and bemoaning its contents. Never trust Gabriel to pick out a sensible—or even edible—restaurant.

“Odd socks,” repeated Crowley, hoarse.

Aziraphale hummed noncommittally, continuing to search the menu for something palatable; anything that wasn’t a new-age reduction, or an experimental reimagining, or whatever other sacrilegious culinary blasphemy was going on behind the kitchen walls of the Sable Nouveau. Even a humble grilled cheese would have sufficed. But no, the arrogance of fine dining didn’t allow space for something so simple.

“What are you having?” Aziraphale asked, hoping that Crowley had found some hidden gem.

“Dunno, it’s all rather—” Crowley gestured vaguely. Aziraphale agreed.

“It is, isn’t it? Would it be too terribly rude if we—” he gestured vaguely in return, unwilling to voice the sentiment without the full support of his dining partner. Crowley raised his eyebrows, his first grin of the night like the sun at dawn.

“What? Ignored the fancy reservation and instead went to the tapas place across the road from my apartment?” He was snickering, leaning in conspiratorially. Aziraphale’s answering nose scrunch (Aziraphale could communicate a lot with a nose scrunch; for instance, right now his nose scrunch was saying ‘it sounds bad when you put it like that but yes, that’s exactly what I want’) made him snort gracelessly.

“Is it rude?” he pondered to himself, “Undoubtedly.”

“Would it be more enjoyable than eating—” he scoured the menu for something suitably ridiculous, “—‘de jaeger with fermented durian foam’ in a building that looks like it was designed as a prison set for a Dr Who villain?” Pausing just long enough to let the description sink in, Crowley pretended to consider it.

“I think it would be, yeah,” he finished, standing up from his seat and inviting Aziraphale to do the same. Gabriel would understand. They’d never agreed on culinary decisions as kids, either.

Together, they exited the Sable Nouveau, much to the disgruntlement of their server; a sententious little man with a pencil-thin moustache and the permanent expression of someone who had just whiffed a jar of rotten eggs. (Considering the menu, it wasn't out of the question.) He had been trying to find a polite interlude—staff at the Sable Nouveau knew better than to interrupt an awkward moment—in which he could ask for their orders and or offer them a bottle of wine. Six paces from their table—as was his training; close enough to attend, far enough to slink into the background—he watched them scutter away. If he was disappointed, he didn’t show it. Or maybe it just blended seamlessly into his general air of disapproval, unnoticed like salt-water in the ocean.

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[weirdocat83]

I really love that the MDZS fandom has a Ridiculous amount of podfics because when I’m doing art I can just listen to them while half listening! Here are some of my favorites:

^ in which Jingyi gets kinda sorta possessed by the yiling patriarch and several revelations ensue

^ this entire series in which Wei Wuxian gets to teach some of the children of the lan sect (it’s so heartwarming!!)

^ wwx decides to make use of the qiankun sleeves in a fun way :3

^ wangxian as music majors fumbling around each other because they’re dumb

^ Wei wuxian creates a book of LWJ’s expressions. Years later, Lan Yuan and Lan Jingyi find that book and decide to add to it. (It’s hilarious)

^ a look into Lan Yuan’s childhood (been awhile since I listened to it but I’m pretty sure I cried over it so fair warning)

[kbirbpods]

INCREDIBLE art by @sishal01 from the original work and turned into the cover art as well! Art credit on ao3 is Sishal draws (Sishal)

[Podfic Link] | Length: 6 minutes, 3 seconds

Original Work: Caf Break by @flowerparrish & @sishal01

Readers: Odd Paragraphs: CainPods [ @sishal01 ] Even Paragraphs & Editing: kbirb

Clone Wars: Thire & Fox | Rating: Teen & Up Audiences

Notes: another of the fics for @flowerparrish's birthday! The theme for June 1st was "Fox & Caf (& people you love)"

[benevolenterrancy]

If you're still doing Hogan's Heroes requests, may I suggest Hogan with a pair of wings

caged bird

[flamdoodles]

BLACK MARKET VOICES PRESENTS:

SURROGATE THE PODFIC - EPISODE THREE: DIPLOMACY

COMING SOON

From the talents of: SSJTrinity | @late-to-the-magnus-archives Kraiva | @sepiabandensis Somniate | @sparklyandheroic Flamia | @flamdoodles Vmprsm | @vmprsm Jasper | @captaincravatthecapricious Igneousfrizzle LynnLarsh Isi @eldritch-asmr Fish | @unsafewaters

(Poster by me)

[sweetlittlevampire]

I know they say one ahouldn't think too much at night because you don't see yourself the way you do during the day, but I just have to say it once, just to get it out of my head -

I haven't felt this useless in a good while.