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[mthofferings2023]

VTsuion

Preferred contact methods: Discord: VTsuion Email: [email protected] Dreamwidth: vtsuion Tumblr: vtsuion

Preferred organizations: - Anything from the list of approved organizations

Will create works that contain: I especially like fantastical, mysterious, and spooky stories, superhero adventures, historical settings and styles, complicated relationships (anything from sedoretus to Omegaverse to abuse), and strong female characters.

Will not create works that contain: I'm not as interested in explicit sex, pining, mundane AUs (e.g. coffee shop), or kidfic, but my goal as a beta is always to help bring the story you want to tell to life, and there are a lot of things I'm more than happy to beta that I wouldn't necessarily seek out on my own. If you're not sure whether I would be a good fit for your fic, don't hesitate to reach out!

  -- Beta Service --

Auction ID: 1062

Will create works for the following relationships: Avengers fandom any gen and ship - MCU, What If..? X-Men fandom any gen and ship - 616, X-Men movieverse, X-Men: Evolution, X-Men: The Animated Series Captain America fandom any gen and ship - MCU, What If..? Doctor Strange fandom any gen and ship - MCU, What If..? Loki fandom any gen and ship - MCU, What If..? Spider-Man fandom any gen and ship - MCU, Spider-Man (Raimi trilogy), Spider-Verse (animated films), What If..? WandaVision fandom any gen and ship - MCU, What If..? Captain Marvel fandom any gen and ship - MCU, What If..?

Work Description: This is my beta reader auction! I will do 1 round of edits on 1k words per $1 donation. The total edits/words can also be divided up among multiple works. I have a fairly fast turnaround, especially for shorter works, and can keep to a schedule (life permitting). I edit for wording, flow, and clarity, as well as larger scale pacing and narrative structure, and give reactions/impressions as I read. I can do anything from a very thorough edit, commenting on every little thing that doesn't quite sound right, to a fairly relaxed edit, just pointing out things that are unclear or don't seem to come across the way you intended. The main exceptions are that I can't cheeread, and I'm better at sentence flow than grammar. I can also provide expertise in Ashkenazi Judaism, biology (I'm an expert in evolutionary biology, but I also know some physiology and botany), and artificial intelligence/programming. I've tagged all the fandoms I'm familiar with, but I'm happy to beta fandom blind. I'm also willing to do background reading/watching for an additional donation of $3 per hour for TV/movies or $1 per comics issue.

Ratings: Gen, Teen, Mature

Can pods bid on this auction? Yes - Podbids welcome!

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-- Beta Service --

Auction ID: 2036

Will create works for the following relationships: Avengers fandom any gen and ship - MCU, What If..? X-Men fandom any gen and ship - 616, X-Men movieverse, X-Men: Evolution, X-Men: The Animated Series Captain Marvel fandom any gen and ship - MCU, What If..? Doctor Strange fandom any gen and ship - MCU, What If..? Loki fandom any gen and ship - MCU, What If..? Spider-Man fandom any gen and ship - MCU, Spider-Man (Raimi trilogy), Spider-Verse (animated films), What If..? WandaVision fandom any gen and ship - MCU, What If..? Captain America fandom any gen and ship - MCU, What If..?

Work Description: This is my brainstorming auction! Do you want someone to help bounce ideas and figure out how to bring a plot together? There's little I enjoy more than brainstorming and I would love to ask those critical questions to help you figure out your story! I don't really do cheereading, but I can also take a look at some of what you've written so far for an additional donation of $1 per 1k. I can also provide expertise in Ashkenazi Judaism, biology (I'm an expert in evolutionary biology, but I also know some physiology and botany), and artificial intelligence/programming. I've tagged all the fandoms I'm familiar with, but I'm happy to brainstorm fandom blind. I'm also willing to do background reading/watching for an additional donation of $3 per hour for TV/movies or $1 per comics issue.

Ratings: Gen, Teen, Mature

Can pods bid on this auction? No - I'd rather not be bid on by pods

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-- Other Fan Labor --

Auction ID: 3013

Will create works for the following relationships: Avengers fandom any gen and ship - MCU, What If..? X-Men fandom any gen and ship - What If..?, X-Men movieverse, X-Men: Evolution, X-Men: The Animated Series Captain America fandom any gen and ship - MCU, What If..? Captain Marvel fandom any gen and ship - MCU, What If..? Doctor Strange fandom any gen and ship - MCU, What If..? Loki fandom any gen and ship - MCU, What If..? Spider-Man fandom any gen and ship - MCU, Spider-Man (Raimi trilogy), Spider-Verse (animated films), What If..? WandaVision fandom any gen and ship - MCU, What If..?

Work Description: This is my fan code services auction! Have you always wanted to make a fangame or fansite, but were intimidated by the programming? Now's your chance! I am fluent in a wide variety of programming languages and learn new ones quickly, and have experience working on a fangame of my own. I can also automate complex processes, like setting up for exchanges or handling databases. I'll work closely with you to make sure that the final result is exactly what you want it to be. The more complex the project, the longer it will take, but I should be able get started as soon as the auction ends and I'll keep you updated every step of the way. If you have any questions about potential projects, please do reach out! I've tagged all the fandoms I'm familiar with, but I'm happy to do coding for any fandom.

Ratings: Gen, Teen

Can pods bid on this auction? Yes - Podbids welcome!

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[supermanshield]

For the SuperBat/Clois drabbles: perhaps Lois and Bruce (or Batman) talking about about Clark and/or Superman, which ship (or polyam) is up to you

And here’s hoping your inspiration/energy for those long fics returns soon!

Thank you for the prompt! Inspiration certainly returned this week challenging myself to think about this and other prompts.

For this one I went with my personal favorite interpretation which is Clark and Bruce have been together first (during their world's finest era) but it ultimately doesn't work and Clark eventually gets together with Lois while Bruce keeps acquiring more children and expanding his family his own way.

This was a challenge, but I managed to get it down from my initial 300 words to 111 words, which I think is still a nice number. Doing this really helps to see how many words you actually don't really need to still write the same scene.

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"...the way he scrapes his fork across his plate!"

"Tell me about it,” Bruce agreed, remembering many dinners with Clark ending in clenching his teeth. He wiped the table and Lois sat down with two mugs of coffee. “And when he uses superspeed…"

"It's the worst," Lois snickered, watching Clark trying to wrangle Jon and Damian into playing a board game instead of their video game.

"You see all of him." 

"Didn't you?"

"To an extent, I think.” There was The Mission. Dick, then Jason. He had never been very good at balancing it all like Lois. Clark smiled at them. “You make him happier than he ever was with me.”

[cupidford]

Currently reading a super long and fab fic but I’m not finished yet so you’ll have to wait to find out what it was next month!

Here are the top fics I read in July!

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Conversations after Midnight by Raina_at

A series of conversations after midnight, stretching from Season 1 to after Season 4. ~26k

Human Behaviour by toyhto

Sherlock wakes up after a nap and finds out that sixty-five years have passed. Also, there's a human living in his apartment. Vampirelock ~21.5k

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The Ancillus's Tale by Chryse

Handmaid's Tale/omegaverse. Omega Sherlock becomes property of the Crown, tagged and marked to be bred. (Guardian Alpha John). ~128.5k

Peace to Men, Now and Forever More, Amen by AlgySwinburne

Fun with mistletoe and gifts of all sorts at 221b’s Christmas Eve do. ~5k

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Normal is Boring by Calais_Reno

After a serious injury during a case, John is acting strangely. Sherlock worries. Who is this new John Watson? ~5k

Nocturne by SilentAuror

When Sherlock gets injured, an avalanche of suppressed trauma opens up. John ends up moving into his bedroom to ward off the nightmares. ~48k

xx HONORABLE MENTIONS xx

The Courting of Sherlock Holmes by VTsuion

ACD/Victorian. One day Watson summons his courage and buys a bouquet of flowers, placing them in 221b for Holmes. And waits. ~2k

No Better Occasion by two_nipples_maybe_more

ACD/Victorian. Watson finally joins Holmes in his retirement. In return, Holmes crafts a firework display. ~1.5k

[lynxgriffin]

I haven't been doing much speculating about Paper Trail, I've just been happy to come along for the ride, but one of your most recent ask responses got me thinking... You've been mentioning a super-secret cliff-hangery ending for a while now, could it be... that the comic will end on a choice for the player??

Thank you so much for coming along for the ride, and glad that you’ve enjoyed it! And for the question...

[swissmissficrecs]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Word count: 20,862 Chapters: 31/31 Fandom: Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson Additional Tags: Prompt Challenge, December Calendar Challenge of Awesomeness (Sherlock Holmes), Winter, Snow, Vacation, Recovery, Mystery, small town, Drama & Romance, Established Relationship, Fluff and Angst, Case Fic, Grief/Mourning, Death, Past Mary Morstan/John Watson, Character Development Summary:

Holmes and Watson spend the month of December in a charming village, high in the French Alps. However, it is not quite the peaceful respite they had hoped for.

For Hades Lord of the Dead's December Calendar Challenge of Awesomeness!

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Rec: This is an enchanting, atmospheric casefic set sometime after Holmes’s return from Reichenbach. He and Watson, now a couple, have returned to the Alps to recover from an unspecified yet emotionally and physically draining investigation and find themselves inexorably drawn into a mystery that may have dire consequences for them both. The mood is gothic and slightly ominous, with a looming sense of tragedy plastered over with a thin veneer of hospitality and fairytale landscapes. Reminiscences and cuddles trade off with bouts of “brown study” and even hijinks with the local children for a diverting adventure with a truly surprising and creative culmination.

[zarla-s]

Got a few human-related asks, so might as well combine them into one post! Spoilers for Undertale, obviously. DISCLAIMER THAT THIS IS ALL JUST MY OPINION AND IS NOT A STATEMENT OF FACT IN ANY WAY.

I’ve always interpreted that line as a metaphor. At the end of the game, the being addressing me is... me. Myself. Radic, in this case, haha. After all, that’s how they introduce themselves... they use my game name. They’re the most potent distillation of my own curiousity - I did the run simply because I was curious, because I wanted to see what would happen. And if any other part of me had been strong enough or powerful enough, I would have stopped myself. But I didn’t! The one in “control”, the part of myself that was stronger than all the others, is the being that addresses me at the end. The demon that comes when you call its name, the feeling I get when numbers go up. My curiousity! It was a real moment of self-reflection for me. I feel like I’m really in the minority here with how I took the last scene though, haha.

As for the other fallen humans, honestly, I don’t really think about them at all. If you really want to pull back and look at Undertale as a game, the other six humans weren’t really “humans” at all anyway... they were just npcs like all the other characters in the game, equally scripted and created to serve a purpose for the actual human to come. The only real “human” in the game is the player. But I’ve also at times speculated about them just being failed runs from the same player they don’t remember, OR previous runs done by people who owned the game before you, or vague things along those lines. Admittedly I don’t really spend a lot of time thinking about them though! They don’t really interest me like the actual real human player does, haha.

I haven’t read any stories solely about the human that I’ve liked to be honest lol. I’m just not interested in any story that focuses on Frisk/the fallen child, they always feel “OOC” because they don’t reflect my personal experiences with the game, which I realize is an unreasonable expectation and is entirely on me, haha. I’m not asking anyone to accomodate me! I just prefer to read about the other characters as a result.

And I see Frisk/the fallen child as one player! The same person outside the game just making different choices. After all, I did a murder run and a pacifist run, and I’m just one person, and the game was addressing me throughout both of them. I was capable of both things! Both those elements of myself exist in one mind. But again I know this is a deeply unpopular opinion, haha.

This is a tricky question, since it’s hard for me to imagine myself not doing the run for various reasons, haha. But honestly... I don’t think I’d really think about them at all? The murder run made me analyze why I didn’t really think about them or notice them, but...

One of the things about Frisk that makes it so hard for me to see them as anything more than a vessel is that Frisk is almost entirely empty space. We know practically nothing about them. All of the instances of Frisk moving on their own volition are so small and ambiguous that they just easily fall into the category of things I would’ve done anyway.

Actually, a good contrast here would be comparing Frisk to Kris from Deltarune. Kris, in comparison, does feel like their own established character, and the reason for that is because Kris exists within the game’s world without me. Kris has relationships with their family and friends, they existed before I started playing the game, they were a person before I took control of them (which I highly suspect will be a key theme in Deltarune). While who Kris is exactly is still unclear since the game isn’t finished, Kris feels like a person to me in a way that Frisk does not. Gordon Freeman is a similar case. While what characterization he has is pretty thin on the ground, Gordon still existed in the Half-Life world before I started playing, and likewise, Kris also existed in the Deltarune world before I started playing. Even though both of them are entirely silent protagonists who never reveal any of their internal thoughts or feelings about what’s happening, they have a history that doesn’t involve me.

Frisk, in contrast, has nothing establishing them in the world of Undertale at all. They might as well just pop into existence the second you hit start. They have no history before they fell - we never even find out why they want to leave the Underground so badly. Their defining trait, determination, is entirely motive-less. They’re just doing things for the apparent sake of doing them - just like a human player. They have no family, friends, background, history, jobs, hobbies, likes, dislikes, nothing. They are in all ways a complete and total outsider to the Undertale world - just like the human player. There’s literally nothing else there by design.

(Ironically, the first child has more history than Frisk does... barely. But their close meta ties to the player and the player’s experience just leaves me utterly uninterested in that aspect of their existence. Sort of a forest for the trees situation.)

If I never did the murder run, I doubt Frisk would even register as a character in my mind to think about, and I doubt I’d even think about the fact I felt that way about them. I’d have no reason to! Thinking back to when I first beat the game (a pacifist run), I don’t remember thinking about Frisk at all. It was all about me and what I’d done and what I’d accomplished and the friends I’d made. I’d probably use Frisk the same way I use them now - as a way of showing my own actions or thoughts or interactions with the existing characters. A proxy for myself. Though they’d probably do nicer things more often and be less “player-like” in their demeanor or choices. I might just replace them with my own avatar entirely.

For me not to do a murder run, the ability to do one would practically have to be removed, so I probably wouldn’t explore the hideous things you can do as a player with them too often either. Without prompting, I might not think too hard about the intersection of player and avatar and the real consequences of my actions at all... and without that, who knows if I would’ve even gotten as deep into Undertale as I did? I might’ve just wrote it off as a cute RPG and that would have been that...

[wipbigbang]

I'm all signed up and ready to go! I was just wondering whether I'm sworn to secrecy on which fics I'll be finishing up, or if I can shout it out to the world.

No one is sworn to secrecy once they’ve signed up (aside from posting new parts to fic that’s already up somewhere...we ask that you refrain from doing that until at least July 1st)! We will be running Word Wars, where you can add more to a fic in a certain amount of time, and Whine Bars, where you can complain or ask for help or whatever else you feel like talking about when it comes to struggling with a fic, all after sign-ups end on a weekly basis, plus there’s the Discord server for chatting with your fellow authors and artists.

[plaidshirtjimkirk]

I saw the Soft Sentence Starters prompts and “Wake up. Come on, there’s something I want to show you” just caught my eye. If you're up to it, I would love to see a Spirk short starting with that one! And if not, no worries, I hope you feel better!

Thank you so much for the prompt! I switched the dialog up a little for this one. Written to Somedays by Flance.

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.*As Certain as the Stars*.

There were no fireflies on Vulcan—no gleaming embers of gold that faded into the dark, no veil of sparkles in tall grass rich with color. And there was no custom there, even in the meadows, to lie back against a stretching bed of green and simply let time unravel as it willed, as lazy as the drifting of firefly cinder.

Crickets chirped in chorus over a gentle breeze and Spock closed his eyes, breathing deep the scent of freshly cut Iowan lawn and allowing Earth to embrace him with all of its magic. It really was a beautiful planet, this home of Jim’s. Of course, it was where his mother had been born as well, and the place to which his father was assigned the coveted position of ambassador. Spock had visited countless times in his youth for both reasons, and despite the human blood coursing through his veins, had never felt so strong a connection—or any connection at all, really.

Until now.

The effects of loving someone were fascinating. It could turn the serious silly, the indifferent to romantic…could have a Vulcan sprawled out beside a Terran, watching the stars for no reason other than aesthetic pleasure and the comfort of counting his heartbeats.

Fifty-three, fifty-four, fifty-five…

Jim’s breaths were calm and steady, the relaxed deep kind where the abdomen moved instead of the chest, and he’d gone for so long without speaking that everything had begun to resemble some beautiful, beautiful dream. The warmth of summer, the contentment of rest without consequence, the ability to forget duty and schedules and the routine, to just exist because one simply could…

“Hey.” Spock barely registered the gently-spoken word before it was repeated, and then his eyes opened.

“Oh no, did I wake you?” Concern was in Jim’s voice as he shifted the arm that had been holding Spock close to him and sat up slowly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.”

“It is of no—” The sentence never finished as Spock watched an ivory line sweep among the stars before it burned out. His lips remained parted, the reply abandoned.

“It’s starting,” Jim said softly with a large grin, hands flat against the earth and supporting his upper body while his face was lifted to the heavens.

Spock watched, mesmerized, as though he’d never seen a meteor shower before…watched nearly breathless while the phenomena painted trails of luster in the spotlight of lunar silver and careened against a backdrop of celestial brilliance. To his left, Jim flopped on his back again and pulled him close, both vigilant spectators to a show of truly cosmic proportions, for they too were but the dust of stars.

A hand reached to the sky suddenly, fingers spread until they curled into a light fist, as if it were possible to capture passing memories and hold them tangibly. “I used to watch the Perseids with my mom every summer.” There was a hinting of pleasant nostalgia in Jim’s voice, and though he didn’t say it aloud and there was no melancholy about him, his silence spoke after. I miss her.

Winona was unique; Spock knew that without ever having met her. She’d been a kind and fun mother, perhaps a little quirky, but from the many stories Jim recounted, it was clear that he and his brother had felt loved even during the years George spent in space. Winona was a woman of science and philosophy, spending her days in research and nights in thought, sometimes with the aid of a hand-rolled cigarette every now and then. The porch boards would creak with her wooden rocking chair as she smoked and let her mind take her places.

She’d been smart, amusing, quick on her toes—and encouraged Jim not to blindly follow in his father’s footsteps, but chase his own dreams. It just so happened that he wanted the same thing as George for as long as he could recall, and the twists and turns of that dream had led up to this very moment.

For that, and much more, Spock was grateful to Winona Kirk.

So he extended a hand up then, his own fingers blooming open to cover Jim’s in support and solidarity of love for her. Their digits laced together, entwining and remaining held toward the stars until Jim pulled them down to his heart.

“I’m glad I could see this again.” It was spoken over a half sigh. “And that you could be here with me.” Jim turned his face, his mouth pulled into a lopsided grin. “Thanks, Spock.”

The Enterprise was in dry dock now at the halfway point of her five-year mission, a quick tune-up and some repairs in order before she was ready to carry her crew through the rest of it. That, naturally, meant a brief shore leave for all, and when Jim had proposed his childhood home, Spock agreed readily. Of course, he would have gone anywhere simply to remain at his side, but here…this place, where Jim had grown up and the yard in which he’d played, the kitchen and living room where he’d spent countless hours, the bedroom window he’d looked through to stare into the night sky with wonder and want…

It was special and important, just like Jim, and thus his gratitude was unfounded.

“It is I who must thank you.”

“For bringing you to a boring farm in the middle of nowhere?” Jim laughed incredulously.

Spock closed his eyes and shook his head, amused. “For bringing me to your home.”

The smile never faded from Jim’s face, though it did become more thoughtful as his head tilted and he peered down for a moment. When their gazes met soon after, the space between his lashes was rife with affection and he leaned in to catch Spock’s lips in a kiss once, then twice, before Jim gently fell atop him while cradling the back of his head against the verdant lawn.

Under a show of stellar fireworks they kissed and intertwined hands, nuzzled and embraced, shared breaths and quietly dreamed a new dream of a life together as unending as the universe: of a captain and his first officer, a man and his husband, a Vulcan and his bondmate. Of parted and never parted, of forever touching and touched.

Would they? Could they?

Surely, someday, when the timing was right and the pieces fell into place—as sure as firefly sparkle in the tall grass and Perseid showers in the Terran summer.

Jim pulled back, far enough only to look lovingly at Spock’s face and run a caressing touch over his cheek. “You’re welcome then,” he finally whispered. “Come back with me again sometime?”

Spock’s chin fell in a nod, along with his eyes for a beat.

Certainly, someday—as certain as the stars.