#just not any that I've published beyond the ficlet collection

[transingthoseformers]

SG Earthspark: Not sure if my the fic should be one AO3 work with each episode being one chapter, or 26+ multichapter works in a series, one work being one episode. I originally thought about having the main title be "Through The Shards Of A Broken Window" after a lyric from a Nico Collins song. But i've also recently thought about titling it "New Divide" after the Linkin Park song i saw a TFES edit of, because i thought the lyrics fit SG Earthspark's first season.

"In every loss in every lie / In every truth that you'd deny / And each regret and each goodbye / Was a mistake too great to hide / And your voice was all I heard / That I get what I deserve / .... / So give me reason / To fill this hole / Connect this space between / Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies / Across this new divide"

New Divide would be an interesting reference because iicr they used the song in the end of Revenge of The Fallen aaand it's a good song. I am biased. But, Through The Shards Of A Broken Window would be a good reference to it being SG and I can see the metaphors going on there

You can utilize both if you go the series approach, but that'd require you come up with a name for every episode which could be quite arduous

[the-pen-pot]

In 2021, I managed to write a little over 500,000 words. Not all of those have been published yet, but here's a lowdown of what I've published this year!

Thank you, as always, for all your support and encouragement. It means the world to me!

Merlin

Sorcerer's Bane (Ongoing)

Arthur gave Merlin his cloak thinking only of the warmth it would offer in a snowstorm. He never thought his manservant may be mistaken for him and snatched by bandits. Nor did he expect his dashing rescue of Merlin to turn his world so utterly on his head.

Because the bandits hadn't kidnapped a prince. They'd snatched a sorcerer, and now captivity is the least of anyone's problems.

Seeing Is Believing (5k, first time, explicit)

"It was not new, this exquisite desire. It had painted Arthur's days and haunted his nights for far too long, but he had never dared to act upon it. Yet with the turning seasons, it only seemed to grow in strength, intoxicating and full of promise."

The Hobbit

The Treasury (Drabble collection - ongoing)

A collection of shorts and ficlets for The Hobbit. Predominantly Bagginshield. Everybody Lives AU. Various ratings, mostly G but rated explicit overall, just in case.

Homeward Bound (G, Bagginshield, 3K)

"Now he was here, and the comfort of his armchair and the lure of a good book held no appeal. Never, in all his life, had he felt so out of place. Even on those first few days of their journey, when the dwarves of the Company looked upon him as a liability and little else, he had not felt so mismatched and disjointed. It was as if the past year or more had reshaped him into something new, and now that he had returned, he did not fit into the Bilbo-shaped hole he had left behind.

Nor, he realised, did he want to. Not anymore.

He had left his heart in Erebor, and he was not sure if he would be welcome back to reclaim it."

Good Omens

Divine and Infernal (Drabble Collection - Ongoing)

A growing collection of shorts written for prompts from the Good Omens fandom.

Sherlock

Ray Of Light (5k, Johnlock, Magical realism)

"John had been so busy staring that it took him an embarrassing few minutes to actually see. Sherlock's hands might be beautiful, but they were also bare. He wore no tattooed rings or bracelets. No sigils dotted his knuckles or marked his palms. They were unadorned, like Anderson's and Sally's.

Mundane, despite every suspicion John had to the contrary.

No Clean Slate (Johnlock, Case Fic, 112k, Complete)

Not even Mary's death is enough to wipe her slate clean. Especially when she never died at all. John Watson must face up to his wife's past and keep his daughter safe. He doesn't ask for help, not from anyone.

Except Sherlock Holmes.

Beholder (Catlock Part 3, Mycroft POV 5K)

"Mycroft did not remember much more, only the thick wave of appalled embarrassment at the understanding of his body’s betrayal. Even then, he had loathed the idea that something so intimately his could be beyond his control: a traitor at any given moment. He had not wanted to upset Mummy, to let her see how much he dreaded the arrival of the baby. It was a white-lie, nothing more, and his body had exposed his small dishonesty.

From that day on, he felt a distinct detachment from the form which he occupied. Arms and legs, lips and chin were all well enough, but his ears? His tail? His eyes?

Revolting."