snowdarkred

Title: The Many-Worlds of Amelia Pond
Fandom: Doctor Who
Author: snowdarkred
Word Count: ~1.5K
Pairing: gen
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Seriously.
Rating/Warnings: PG-13, minor swearing, violence, and gore. Spoilers for pretty much everything. 
Author's Note: The Many-Worlds Interpretation is one of my pet quantum theories: "Everett's Many-Worlds interpretation has implications beyond the quantum level. If an action has more than one possible outcome, then -- if Everett's theory is correct -- the universe splits when that action is taken. This holds true even when a person chooses not to take an action." [x]

Summary: There’s only so much about Amelia Pond that can be explained by a tear in time and space.


The Many-Worlds of Amelia Pond

( Amy Pond’s life never made sense. )

As of two minutes ago, this is what I have of the Torchwood/Doctor Who fic that rose out of nowhere and ate my brain:



It's basically CoE fix-it fic, because I think everyone in the fandom is required to write at least one of those. I'm about halfway through the fifth chapter, with only one more and an epilogue to go. 

I have someone who takes a look at it as I finish chapters, but I want other eyes on it as well. I also very dearly need a Brit-picker to correct my slang and tweak my spelling. If you'd like to volunteer, drop me a line or message me. :3

Title: you’re a rich little boy (who’s had to work for his toys)
Fandom: movie-verse Avengers
Author: snowdarkred
Word Count: ~3.6K
Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark/Pepper Potts
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Seriously.
Rating/Warnings: R, lots of swearing, violence, vague description of torture and permanent injury, ableist slur
Author's Note: A big, big thank you to tygermama for reading this over and giving me the encouragement my fragile ego needed. Title is from this song.

Summary: Your name is Tony fucking Stark, and this is how it goes: Start, stop, start again. Rinse. Repeat.


you’re a rich little boy (who’s had to work for his toys) 


( Once, you were a child with a heart of gold, or so the newspapers tell it. Precocious and beloved. That’s not what you remember. )

i know i don't post here very often anymore; i'm trying to work on that by writing longer fic. which i'm working on. /mysterious

anyway, this is just a quick note about the whole mess with delicious and everyone freaking out, etc.

i moved all my bookmarks to pinboard, and i've got everything up and running over there. feel free to network with me if you already have an account.

Link of note:

• my pinboard account
• the great migration spreadsheet, which lets you track down people who have different user names on different sites (i don't have that problem, obviously)
• the suggestion doc (basically, people are talking directly to the guy who runs pinboard and offering suggestions)
• the /report podcast about it
• an angry tech artcile about it

Title: mad maudlin's dirty toes
Fandom: Inception
Author: snowdarkred  
Word Count: ~1K
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Seriously.
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; standard Inception mindfuckery
Author's Note: lathyrism  continues to be a goddess on earth with her marvelous betaing skills and endless encouragement. 

Summary: There's a staircase, a hall, a wall that is a window, another hall, and a room with a fire that doesn't burn. Ariadne has a gun.


mad maudlin's dirty toes


( There's a free-standing, ornate doorframe in front of her; it's made out of carefully carved bone. )

Title: This Day in History
Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Author:  snowdarkred 
Word Count: ~2,800
Pairings: Charles/Erik/Raven
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Seriously.
Rating/Warnings: R; fast and loose historical accuracy, eventual sexual content, and other mature themes.
Author's Note: Continuing my thanks to lathyrism , who, naturally, continues to be an awesome beta and muse. <3
Additional Note: Fun with AUness abounds!

Summary: On February 8, 1957, they run like hell. (alternate history!AU)

This Day in History
May 16, 1956 - February 4, 1957
February 5, 1957 - March 1, 1957
( Charles watched over his newspaper as Erik methodically ate breakfast. )

 A few weeks ago, I filed a prompt on one of the X-Men First Class kink memes with a drabble. rhea314  asked to podfic it, and I, of course, agreed.

 Remember me? I bet not. 

I've been hanging out on tumblr lately, and it's been...interesting. There are definitely some things I like on it, and definitely, definitely some things that I don't. 

For one, it kind annoys me that I gain more followers when I post in a bad mood than when I post in a good one. I think, of those that remember me, that we all know that I have a short fuse when it comes to some things, and the Glee fandom hits a lot of those. While I like my corner of it, the fandom at large is kind of...not to my tastes.

I think that's why I suddenly, out of no where, started writing Losers fic again. Y'all were super-duper nice and flexible when I was there...probably because there were only, like, fifty of us. Anyway. I can't imagine The Losers having a ship war, probably because half of the fics were threesomes, foursomes, or orgies. (We were a surprisingly raunchy group, considering.)

Anyway, I'm just dropping in to wave hello at everyone and to announce that I'll be popping back to make a proper What Have I Been Doing With My Life post within a few days. I hope everyone is as well and happy as they can be! :D

Media: vid
Title: paint the stones as jewels for eyes
Vidder: snowdarkred
Rating: PG-13/R
Spoilers (if any): the whole series
Warnings (if any): violence, bodies, blood, etc. Everything you'd expect in a serial killer-esque!AU
Tumblr link: HERE

Summary: i've been around where water meets color / and it's a secret / and we paint the stones as jewels for eyes / and the birds of the day carry night


paint the stones as jewels for eyes

( statues built on the bones of your friends  )

Media: vid
Title: thistle & weeds
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers (if any): up to 2x16
Warnings (if any): the same homophobic bullying we see in the show
Tumblr link: here

Summary: spare me your judgments and spare me your dreams / cause recently mine have been tearing my seams / i sit alone in this winter clarity which clouds my mind

thistle & weeds

(  but i will hold on )