#I ran out of good stargate fics though

[bardicious]

Half tempted to filter out Clint Barton from all Marvel fics. I tried giving a shit about him, I really did.

#Bardicious Personal Entry #trying to see if reading marvel fanfic is a viable option for me again #Clint is especially annoying because I… just don’t care about him? #like? 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ everyone always makes him a bit of a dick #Loki fic is just in general hard to get through cause characterization is wonky #he’s either a saint or literally hitler #or a victim who ‘deserved what he got’ #which just makes me want to vomit. #especially now characters I don’t have much patience for range with Odin Thor most asgardians #obviously Clint Barton Stephen strange depending on how people write him #straight up loath the little brat that is Peter Parker? which is #unfortunate because it’s a complete 180 from how I felt about him in homecoming #can’t believe they don’t a way to make me hate spider man #do be wild #so I’m basically looking for fics that actively ignore canon #in precisely the way I do which is… well obviously near impossible 🤦‍♀️ #I ran out of good stargate fics though #or at least ones that appeal to me #I think there are a few on fanfic net but the search is just such trash #and AO3 is way to focused in romance which is fine #just not what I’m looking for mmmmmmm might just take a break

[elismor]

@cacodaemonia tagged me for this and I'd rather do ANYTHING than work right now so...

20 Questions for Writers

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

149 at the moment.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 119,562

3. What fandoms do you write for?

99.9% Star Wars The Clone Wars, but there are a few for Stargate, Firefly, Supernatural, and other SW incarnations thrown in.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

When the Cat's Away (167)

Pillow Talk (137)

Intensive Care (131)

Forty Winks (128)

Whiskey, Tango...Foxtrot?! (108)

Interestingly (or perhaps predictably?) they are all Codywan and the last four were written for an event.

But also? If I ran AO3, I would eliminate Kudos.

5. Do you respond to comments?

Always. Though not always promptly. I feel like the least I can do is thank people for taking the time to both read AND comment.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmm. IDK. I really don't ever write angst? How does one define an angsty ending?

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I'm not sure how to answer this one, either. Most of my fics have what could be described as happy endings...I don't know that any of them are happier than any others, though?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet. But I think I fly low enough on the radar that no one really knows to read me unless they know me personally?

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Welp. I have tried, anyway. I did a series of smutty drabbles as practice in 2023, but they pale in comparison to what I would consider actual smut.

The closest I think I have come to real smut is a Thire/OFC Jedi piece, but I think even that is probably like rated R for nudity, not graphic sex.

I do not really feel qualified to write m/m smut and I only did the m/f as an exercise to prove to myself that I am not an actual prude.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I have, in the past. But nothing since the early 2000s.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I am aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! So cool to have been asked that.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yep--a couple of times, with mixed results.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

So. I don't actually tend to ship? At least not like everyone else seems to? I know I know. I do fandom wrong.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

A sequel to my first piece of SW fic that was written in 2002 right after ATOC came out. I started it when Kenobi was airing, got maybe 20K words in and...stopped. For lots of reasons.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I am pretty good at rhythm and character POV. And maybe narration.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I think I used to be pretty decent at action, but now it really vexes me. It tends to feel very tit-for-tat in drafts which drives me crazy because the rhythm is off to my "ear".

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I don't care for it, actually. It feels very forced and inaccessible, so I wonder why people even bother. A sprinkling of words here and there is okay, but whole conversations? No thanks.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Well. Do my self-insert Wonder Woman (Lynda Carter era) pieces count? I was like 6 or 7 at the time...so, not IN fandom. If not...Highlander: The Series.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I don't know that I have one? Maybe one of my old HL fics, which I am sure I would hate now, but really loved at the time.

Otherwise, I have gathered my personal fave SW fics into a series:

Spiral Bound

I like them all for various reasons. Don't make me choose.

And now, god damnit, I have to go back to work. But I tag @odekiisu, @come-chaos, @valkeakuulas and @elthadriel, as well as anyone else who wants to play.

And here's a copy of the questions, to make it easy for folks to answer:

20 Questions for Writers

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

5. Do you respond to comments?

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

10. Do you write crossovers?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

16. What are your writing strengths?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

[chaniis-atlantis]

Tell me about your creatively named "Stargate Fanfic". 😁

"Stargate Fanfic" my beloved! It's funny that you ask about this one because it's the long fic I gifted to you way back in 2021! It was my first stargate fic and even after it got its "Across the Universe" title, I never changed the doc name. Now she and her huge word count sits unassumingly in my files, waiting for me to finally finish her.

You already know the plot but I'll pitch it for anyone else. It started as a "faking dating" fic and then kinda spiraled into a passion project AU where John and Todd the Wraith get kiddnapped by Wraith and have to find their way back home while also falling in love. Like I said, its an AU so theres a lot of my own ideas and at this point I wouldn't necessarily say John and Todd are in character, but I really love it and will be super proud of it when it's finally done!

This snippet is from the current in-progress chapter. Todd is confronting the Wraith Queen who organized his capture (and who is his ex)

Todd closed his eyes, just to feel her one last time. She was still as soft as she’d been all those years ago. Soft and slightly warm under his rough hand. She still seemed so young, but she wasn’t anymore. She was smart not to trust him, that instinct would take her far.

What surprised him is when she said, “You could come with me.”

He pulled his hand away, not because he was disgusted by the prospect, but because it made his heart ache.

She reached out with her own to try and follow his retreat, but halfway through she saw the look in his eyes and withdrew. “Because you love another?”

He could almost laugh. It was far too easy to imagine a life where he went with her and rebuilt what they’d had. It was easy to see himself commanding her Hive and dragging it back to glory. They could be great like they had been before, he was certain of that. The idea was sweet on his mind and his tongue. All prospects involving belonging to a Hive were like; they were nearly irresistible. How hard it was to turn down living in a place he truly belonged.

Like the times before, he almost wanted it – almost. Different from those times, he had a better reason for turning her down.

“It is not Sheppard,” he told her “Though it is true that I have carved a new life out for myself, and that I love another, it is not because of that.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Then what?”

“Because I am not good for you.” The truth was sharp to say.

“What if I forgave you?”

“You won’t, not really. And even if you did, it is possible to forgive Wraith who hurt us and still move on from them. Wraith who hurt us do not always deserve to know us again, least of all me to you. You deserve to make your own life apart from me, truly, without me as a single thought in your mind ever again. I didn’t mean to take your life away, but I did. Take it back. Do not ask me to be by your side when it is the one place I should never be.”

She stared at him for so long that he was afraid she’d frozen there, but at last she took a deep breath, ran her tongue over her bottom lip, and asked in the smallest voice ever, “Even if I still love you?”

“Especially then.”

Thanks for the ask!

#channask #ask meme

[massharp1971]

The Stargate/Brokeback Mountain crossover fic you didn't know you wanted

John/Cam, short, sweet and a little silly. For @Salchat's unintentional prompt: Ben Browder, starring in a cowboy film like brokeback Mountain but not sad.

Cam Mitchell didn’t think much of the man he was to spend a summer with, on the high pastures of Fixdit mountain. They were thrown together, an unlikely pairing. Sheppard was hired as the camp tender, and Cam the herder, for a sheep operation over in Wyoming.

The moment he set eyes on the guy, he noticed something off about him. Sheppard had been in the military, but “it didn’t take”, was all he would say. His worn and dishevelled gear was all-black, like the man was used to playing the villain in his own story. It tried to say cowboy, but whispered something else. Beatnik, maybe, Cam thought derisively. It was 1963 and they said the world was changing, but not for the likes of Cam.

Sheppard wouldn’t talk about his people, something else that put Cam off. He and his folks were close as close, even if nobody had two nickels to rub together, hence him spending the summer up here so he and Amy Vanderberg could afford to get married. But Sheppard’s way of talking didn’t match the threadbare state of his clothes, just one more thing about him not adding up to anything that made sense. Cam was intrigued, perhaps, but mostly annoyed that the guy couldn’t be straightforward and easy.

But company was company, and Cam was by nature both as straightforward and easy as it gets, so over those first few weeks, he challenged himself to get Sheppard talking, and though he never found out anything important, he did discover the man liked Johnny Cash and Ferris Wheels and driving real fast when he had a chance to drive at all.

And over time, Cam discovered something else about Sheppard – John; he was good at listening. Cam told him about Amy, the girl he’d had a crush on once upon a time and now was planning to marry, something that knotted his stomach in ways he couldn’t quite explain.

“Don’t know what she sees in me anyways,” Cam said, staring into the firelight one brilliantly moonlit evening.

From a distance, Amy had seemed perfect. Close to, she still did, and that was maybe the problem.

“Well, your eyes are the bluest I ever saw, maybe it’s that,” John said, studiously looking at the dirt. He was drawing lazy circles with the stick he used for poking the fire.

A jolt ran through Cam at those words, and he was grateful for the shadows to hide his blush, even though John wasn’t looking. It felt like the very first time John had revealed something about himself.

“I should get back to the herd,” Cam said, but instead he opened another beer.

read more on ao3

#john sheppard #cameron mitchell #sga #sg1 #brokeback mountain

[nymphthroughthestargate]

Trudging Up Memories

a [REDACTED] fic by mushroom

her life was amazing for the first time in years. she was well loved, well fed, had a safe - if not aesthetically pleasing - living space. they had even let her share quarters with Brian; mostly because of threats that, for legal reasons, she claims were empty.

one person that she had gotten quite close to was Nymph. the little girl was kind to her, and she was kind back. she found herself trusting Nymph, and by proxy her parents, Jack and Sam.

not enough to give up her name, though.

not again.

she walked down the halls, trying not to listen in on the conversations of the officers around her.

"I heard that senator is coming back to the base." one woman said, annoyance leeching from her voice.

"why does he keep coming back? he hates the programme, all he wants is an excuse to shut us down." the man walking next to her groaned.

"that's why, to find anything to use against us." a third officer added.

"I'm so glad I didn't vote for him." the first man said.

"vote for who?" [REDACTED] asked, against her better judgement. the small group turned to look at her, and she gulped. "sorry for listening in! I mean, I kinda live here, so I'd need to know any threat to the real estate, am I right?"

"heh, good point." the woman chuckled.

"we were talking about that scumbag-" the second man started, before the first man hissed his name.

"Rivers!"

"am I wrong?" Rivers asked defensively.

"all politicians are corrupt," the woman started. "but senator Kinsey really takes the cake."

the name sent shivers down her spine. it must be a coincidence, right? how could he have possibly found her, after all these years?

"Colonel O'Neill has to keep his kid in a completely different part of the base because the senator is so sleazy it makes Nymph physically sick. and I don't blame her!" Rivers had continued, unaware that she was too caught up in her own thoughts to even process what he was saying.

"uh-huh. um, excuse me," she mumbled as she walked away.

the three soldiers shrugged, then continued to walk and talk amongst themselves.

she went to find O'Neill. he must be able to do something to keep that man away from her. anxiously, she adjusted her mask and hood to make sure she was completely anonymous. she had come too far, run too long, to be under his grasp again.

walking up the spiral stairs to the command center, she took two steps and ran smack into someone very large.

"ah, sorry!" she apologized, then looked up to see the face of her nightmares.

"so, you're the freeloader that came through that money pit they call a stargate?" senator Kinsey scoffed, brushing off nonexistent dust from his suit.

"hello to you, too," she sassed, trying to hide the quiver of fear in her voice. at least he didn't recognize her. "I'm just here with a personal request for colonel O'Neill."

"why do you cover your face? what are you hiding?" the senator pressed, closing the distance she was so desperate to keep.

"hiding lots of things," she deflected. "don't exactly trust you lot."

"is there a problem?" O'Neill's voice flooded her with relief.

"quite." she said. "this creepy old man won't stop invading my personal space."

that got the senator on the defensive. "I was simply asking her what part she played in the running of this facility."

"I sit there and look pretty." she said, blinking innocently at him.

O'Neill gave her a funny look. "she's an insight into the goa'uld system lords. who we are currently fighting against, in case you've forgotten."

Kinsey just scoffed and walked away.

as soon as he was out of sight, she let her shoulders sag. her breath was jagged, her vision blurred. the only thought running through her head was how narrow that escape was, and how she didn't know if she could go through that again.

"kid? hey, kid! look at me, look at my face." the colonel's voice cut through the fog, and she raised her head to look at him. he seemed so genuinely concerned for her.

"yes, sir?" she whispered, barely audible.

"I need you to breathe."

an order. she wasn't military - she wasn't even American. he couldn't order her to do anything. but breathing was necessary, and with each breath the fog of anxiety did fade away.

"now, what was that all about?" O'Neill asked when she seemed calm enough.

she didn't want to tell him. she couldn't tell him. he'd make her go back - it had happened before. she shook her head.

"nothing for you to worry about." she said with an air of barely believable confidence.

"alright. we can put a pin in that for now. but I want you to know, we're against Kinsey too. if you have anything we can use to get rid of him, I'm all ears."

a trick. Robert Kinsey was too powerful. but there was something that made her believe him, believe he could do it.

"just don't let him near mine and Brian's quarters." she said firmly, holding his gaze for a moment before turning around and walking away.

she'll just hold out with Brian. the gentle Jaffa would probably make her feel better.

she paced around her quarters like a tiger in a cage, her mind running in circles.

what if he found out who she was.

what if he made her come back with him.

what if he hurt her again.

flashes of memories - screaming matches and the back of his hand at any wrong word, any wrong tone. it was unbearable.

she had to die to get away from him the first time. what would it take now? running to another planet, just her and Brian hopping through stargates, trying to find a home?

"my love, you're going to wear a trench into the floor." Brian's soft voice floated over to her.

"I'm fine." she snapped.

"that's not what I asked, and I don't believe you for a moment." a glance in his direction saw sorrow in his eyes. she knew he was only trying to keep her safe and happy, just like they promised each other so long ago. sinking into the rock-hard mattress, she held her masked face in her hands. a warm hand on her shoulder showed his reassurances without making her feel trapped. a lump formed in her throat, and she could barely muster a whisper.

"he's found me."

"the man you escaped from when you were younger?" Brian asked, surprised. "how-"

"how is it possible? I've been asking myself the same question. all I know is he's here, in the base. I don't think he recognized me, but he was suspicious of my identity."

Brian pulled her closer into a hug, and didn't say a word as her tears fell.

~ • ~ • ~

two days passed without incident.

she felt cooped up in that little room, so she made her own way to the mess hall instead of having her food brought to her.

that was a mistake.

the senator stopped her just short of her table. she stared at the platter of only desserts in her hands, and hoped that the only thing he would question was her food choices.

"enough with the secrets," he hissed instead. "let's see what you're hiding."

before she could stop him, he ripped off her mask and hood. her face was for everyone to see, and worse still his eyes widened in recognition.

"Ashley?"

her name, said aloud for all to hear.

Ashley stared her grandfather in the eyes like a deer in the headlights, frantically searching for anything to say or do in retaliation.

"I thought you were dead," he scoffed.

in a split second, she had reached into the pouch on her thigh and slipped on the ribbon device, pointing it directly at Kinsey's face. the colonel wanted dirt on the senator? a room full of witnesses were going to hear his crimes.

"how does it feel, knowing that your orphaned granddaughter felt she had to fake her death just to get away from you?" she shouted, his flinch filling her with glee. "and that I tried running away the year before that? did you cry when they found what I put in the woods? I obviously didn't hurt your career enough, seeing as you made senator. I guess your voters didn't know about the mental and physical abuse your family suffered at your hand!"

"Ashley, let's talk about this -" he started.

"HOW DOES IT FEEL KNOWING THAT BEING A GOA'ULD WAS BETTER THAN BEING WITH YOU?!" she screamed over his unapology, the hand aimed at him wavering.

the unwitting audience stared at the commotion. most of the people there had been waiting for months for any excuse to get rid of the corrupt senator, and what a doozy of an excuse it was, just dropped in their laps.

~ • ~ • ~

Brian was already on his way to the mess hall when he heard the scream. his Ducky should have been back ten minutes ago, and he was worried about her. when he heard the sound, he started running towards the source.

bursting through the doors, he saw her unmasked and pointing her ribbon device at some old man. probably the old man, the one she had been running from. a fury filled his eyes; he crossed the cafeteria in three bounds and pinned the man to the table. she dropped her hand in shock, but he didn't even notice.

"how dare you hurt her," Brian practically growled.

"son, do you know who I am?" the man sneered.

"you're the one who has my goddess living in fear, the one who caused her so much harm and so many sleepless nights. the one she had to die to escape. the one I would gladly kill, right here right now, if it weren't for the laws of this land." Brian's fearsome gaze did not leave the senator's face, his fury barely controlled.

someone called General Hammond and SG-1 to the mess hall, and Brian was ripped away from Kinsey.

"you won't be able to hide behind your guard dog forever, Ashley." Kinsey said while dusting off his suit. "you'll come home eventually."

Ashley was shaking, and Brian moved to support her before she fell. Hammond stepped in front of the senator.

"I have an entire room of witnesses. I make one call on that red phone, and you're never heard from again. or would you rather me let the jaffa and colonel O'Neill deal with you?"

Kinsey scoffed. Hammond turned to Ashley.

"I can make him go away, all I need you to do is tell one of my officers exactly what he did to you. can you do that for me?"

too stressed to speak, she just nodded and squeezed Brian's hand.

"son, I think it'll be best if you stay with her through that," the general told Brian, before turning to a table of marines and telling them to take Kinsey to the brig.

"I'll be with you every step of the way, Ashley."

Brian gazed into her eyes, saying her name with such love and warmth she knew she could never go back to the way she was. she buried her face into his embrace, and finally felt safe.

he was gone. he couldn't hurt her anymore.

she was loved.

#nymph the floaty baby #[redacted] my beloved #brian the jaffa #character name drop #her name is ashley kinsey but shes going to go by her mother's last name which is baird #brian was ready to murder kinsey and we love him for it #hammond is going to be like hey kid are you in the market for a new grandfather #stargate #stargate sg1 #stargate sg1 fic

[sassycordy]

all this stargate lower decks talk got me thinking of about the day to day chaos on atlantis lmfao. so here are some of my favorite headcanons ahah:

> teyla teaches athosian yoga weekly (she initially had to drag rodney kicking & screaming but eventually it becomes their favorite way to destress & spend time together)

> chuck gave ronan an electric scooter for his birthday & elizabeth confiscated it after the third time ronan ended up in the med bay (also the pure comedy of seeing john & ronan yelling down the hallways on their respective rides would’ve been amazing)

> the base is sentient & obsessed with john. it’s a popular one but it’s too fun & iconic not to add ahah. john tries to go on dangerous missions and the base just refuses to open the door unless john promises he won’t take any chances ahah. and everyone’s always waiting at the gate for him like “what took you so long??” and john just mumbles “had to promise again” ahah

> coffee ran out on the base for like a week and it almost turned into a civil war. that period was affectionately dubbed “the dark age of atlantis” (i have some ideas but someone pls write this fic lol i’ll give you my first born)

> the reason why vala never comes back to atlantis is bc the last time she was there (the pegasus project) her & john got along SO well, they had to be separated in order to get work done ahah. vala & john just clicked & instantly started playfully flirting much to rodney & daniel’s dismay. don’t worry though, they meet up every time sheppard is at the sgc! (they go to nearby bars & play pool & drink till they have a good cry or something lol)

> the other personnel on the base have their own elaborate secret betting ring where they all partake in massive or small betting games. the massive ones usually include the whole base or ar-1 so things like “who do you think is gonna try to siege the base next” or “how many times this month is john gonna end up in the med bay”. and the smaller ones take place within everyone’s division so the military guys have ones like “how many times is lorne gonna roll his eyes in this meeting” ahah

> and finally, the crew created their own holidays the Second they left earth lol. so all the useless/problematic shit went out the window and instead they celebrated things like national beach day on the first day of summer ahah

pls feel free to add on to these !! i lowkey might come back & write some more too ahah🙊

#sassy cordy speaks #stargate sg1 #stargate atlantis #sga #john sheppard #rodney mckay #teyla emmagan #ronan dex #chuck the gate guy #does chuck have a last name lol #elizabeth weir #vala mal doran #headcanons #stargate atlantis lower decks lmfao #evan lorne #also if you saw me tweeting these … no you didn’t ahah <3

[kats-kradle]

Hi hello yes I actually found your blog while I was looking for Ronon Dex whump, something there is not nearly enough of, and I just wanted to say that should you ever want to share your thoughts about him, whump-related or otherwise, I'm around to hear them,,, I care him very much (which is why I like to see him hurt... funny how that works).

OHOHOHOHOHO DID SOMEONE SAY THE MAGIC WORDS “RONON WHUMP”????? And yes there is not NEARLY enough Ronon whump!!! Buckle up I don’t think you know what you’ve unleashed by offering to let me talk about this XD i have 43 (i counted thats not an exaggeration) unfinished fics where i whump this man so i have A Lot of Thoughts on this so i’ll try to keep my headcanons and general thoughts from getting mixed up so here we go (also I haven’t actually seen past season 3ish but I know like everything)

Just general thoughts

I just love the team dynamic in general the actors had great chemistry with each other

They don’t whump Ronon enough and that is A Crime.    

But when they do whump him OH BOY ITS GOOD

Just off the top of my head I can think of     the episode where John and Elizabeth were possessed by those people who     wanted to kill each other and ronon got SHOT that was dope especially when     it showed the surgery but I was so mad there was no aftercare

Also just the fact that after Ronon was shot the guy possessing John said (about John) something like “if only you could hear him right now he is screaming so loud” or something to that effect and I’m not really a John whumper but oh boy the thought of John fighting as hard as he could to try and get control back because he wants to help Ronon rlly adds to the experience

After atlantis flies and John is going around checking the damage and he finds Ronon with the shard of glass in his shoulder juts the way he kneels down next to him is so soft and his voice goes soft too its great

I haven’t gotten there yet but ohoho the enzyme episode where Ronon gets drugged and then has to go through withdrawal ohooho I may have watched that scene a few hundred times

I just love also how fiercely loyal Ronon is and how much he trusts them

That ep where those villagers were going to give them to the wraith and Ronon literally would rather die than let his friends be taken to the wraith I love how John and Teyla go through like  45 heart attacks that’s one of the ones I haven’t gotten to yet but ive  seen gifs and oh boy oh boy does it look good

The way I generally describe Ronon is he’s     like a bug fluffy dog. Like he’s kind of silly sometimes and he’s very     loyal and will kill without hesitation if it means keeping his friends     safe

Also just that whole scene when Ronon arrives     when John is asking Elizabeth if he can stay is just like a kid asking his     mom if he can keep a dog he found

And Ronon has such a sweet smile also I love it when hes happy (but also I love it when hes in pain)

Stargate Atlantis was very well directed because for most definitions of “good acting” you can see “oh this character is sad. Now they are happy” which I do understand that many people prefer  this because they have difficulty interpreting facial expressions but I absolutely adore how subtly expressive the actors are because to me it’s fascinating to decode what the character is feeling. They act like real people and talk in the way real people would and it seems super natural and not scripted, and you can just tell in their interactions that the characters care for each other a lot and its beautiful

Now that I’ve said something vaguely scholarly-like its time to move on to the mess of headcanons

Headcanons

So when rewatching season 2 with my sister I realized the amazing potential for angst involving Kell (his old commander who he killed) so in my mind even though he’s very loyal to John at first it was more of a “you saved my life now I’ll watch your back because I owe you” and he had difficulty trusting any of them but especially John this changes over time ofc but he can’t help being wary of command 

I also hc that Kell  would punish the soldiers in his division for being “unfit” for battle so like if they broke a leg or something they would be punished  (this is mostly just for my guilty pleasure of ANGST) so that way they     would “be more aware” of their surroundings and whatnot 

Also disobey direct  orders was a big no no and you know how laid back John usually is with  orders so the first time Teyla disobeyed a direct order after Ronon joined the team John was grumbling about it in a way Teyla knew wasn’t serious but Ronon just kind of panicked and started lying his ass off and saying he threatened her into doing it and he should take the punishment which led to an awkward conversation (awkward for Ronon, it left his teammates ready for some murdering)

He hides injuries  because he was alone for so long and never had anyone to take care of him so he just forgets that he has to mention it and in his mind some injuries might not be that bad 

Beckett is constantly  chasing him around after missions desperately trying to get him to hold  still for long enough to do a check

Ronon hates pain medicine because it tends to dull his senses so in his mind all the more  reason to avoid Beckett

He is really good friends with Beckett but just not when he’s hurt

Usually he wanders into the medbay after bad nightmares if Beckett is on night shift and will just sit there

One time he hesitantly asked if Beckett could check to make sure that the tracker was actually gone for good

Ronon was expecting to get laughed at but Beckett took the request with the upmost seriousness and ran all the tests he could think of to calm Ronon’s fear

One time Ronon stumbled into the medbay and he obviously hadn’t slept in a while and was flinching at every noise so Beckett made up an excuse to “take some blood to test and see if it would be compatible with vaccines for the common sicknesses  humans get” and just like. Sedated him. Ronon felt betrayed at first but quickly realized that Beckett only did it because he cared about him and wasworried. He did try to get more sleep after that tho

Oh and you can bet Beckett goes off at him if he ever ends up in the medbay which he does to everyone but  especially Ronon because usually he’s either dragged there or he’ll come  in like “yeah so three days ago for the last mission I got hit in the side and now I’m coughing up blood so…” and then will just like pass out

While he was a runner he trained himself to be a light sleeper so adjusting to Atlantis was difficult because the ocean would wake him up every night at first

Also thunderstorms are The Worst to him because 1. It gives him PTSD for when he was a soldier and the wraith were attacking and 2. When he was a runner thunderstorms were almost a death sentence because the wraith could track him but he couldn’t hide he couldn’t hear and he couldn’t see so yeah thunderstorms are real bad for him

He has a constant fear of leading the Wraith to his new home and his new family oh also I decided that he doesn’t know if his mother died or not so every place they go he’s hopeful he’ll see her

This is a hc I had before I knew it was basically canon but he and the team hang out in the cafeteria a lot especially after nightmares they just all gravitate there

Also I haven’t gotten here yet so I’m just going off of what I know but he kind of tried to leave after Beckett died because he managed to find a way to blame himself also one of my hcs is that Beckett would tell him  about Scotland all the time and had decided that if they ever got the opportunity to go to Earth then Ronon was coming to Scotland with him sooo     ehehhe the angst of Ronon going to earth for Beckett’s funeral and going     to Scotland with Beckett but not in the way either of them wanted

On to softer hcs just cuz

He loves hugs. 7 years of being alone would  make anyone want a hug.

Children gravitate to him for some reason. Logically it doesn’t make sense because he’s so big and a bit intimidating but children just adore him

He carries extra snacks for Rodney

He can’t swim. Somehow he went his entire life without knowing how to swim which Rodney is astounded by and goes on about it for a minute or so

John took it upon himself to give him swimming lessons. John was a terrible teacher but Ronon managed to get the idea

He loves cocoa, specifically loaded with marshmallows. Teyla jokes he likes the marshmallows more than the cocoa

Wow this has gone on so much longer than I thought it would

So that’s it! you unleashed the beast. I now demand to hear your thoughts on ronon because boy oh boy hes a great whumpee and im not sure ive met many if anyone who likes to whumpe him so im super excited!!

#whump #angst #ronon dex #stargate atlantis #headcanons #this was so fun you hav eno idea how long those thoughts have been rattling in my brain with no one to talk to about #asks #ronon whump :) #(:

[starrybouquet]

it’s quiet uptown

So...I did not mean to start writing fanfic, and I never imagined I’d write enough to need multiple chapters. It just sort of...happened.

This fic started off as a what-if story for season 6's Redemption, based on one simple question: what if they hadn’t spotted Jack’s parachute in Redemption Pt. 2?

But as time went on, it grew into a love letter to Stargate fandom and the SJ fandom in particular. Hopefully, you'll catch the traditional references to canon throwaway lines, the traditional fanon, and references to many a tumblr thread. I'd love to know what you all recognize. :D

Read on AO3 (you’ll need to be signed in) or under the cut below.

chapter 1: there are moments that the words don't reach

“This is Observer One. Visual confirmation. The X-302 has entered the hyperspace window.”

Sam reached for her headset. “Colonel? Colonel? Do you read?” She was aware of everyone’s eyes on her, and hoped to God that her voice didn’t sound as shaky as she thought it did.

The neon green countdown blazed on, even as all other motion in the room seemed to come to a stop. The milliseconds flashed by. Sam bit her lip as the countdown halted at 00:00:00.00. 

“This is Observer One…there is no sign of a chute. There is, however, a light show going on up here.” In the silence of the observation room, the crackle of the speaker made the words sound callous, mechanical.

“It worked! Deep Space is estimating that the Gate detonated over 3 million miles from Earth,” Walter reported, excitement muted by the uncertainty of Colonel O’Neill’s fate. Sam barely registered the sentence. She closed her eyes, willing the chute to appear. Please, please, please…

“This is Observer Two. Still no sign of a chute. I repeat, no sign of a chute. Mission command, there’s nothing up here.”

The sound of the speaker pierced the tension like a needle popping a balloon. The uncertain, unspoken hope seemed to seep out of the room, leaving only sorrow in its wake.

Slowly, voices broke the silence. Tentative search and rescue plans were suggested, calls to the President and the Pentagon made. The scientists tried in vain to figure out if Colonel O’Neill could have been knocked off course if he’d been too close to the hyperspace window, but the satellites still showed nothing. The truth was there was an overwhelming possibility he simply hadn’t managed to get out of the X-302 in time. 

Sam lasted an hour. She managed to escape the room of exhausted, relieved, mournful lab coats with only a short nod to General Hammond, who looked at her with sympathy and told her to go get some rest. She barely held it together as she stopped by her locker to grab her keys, not bothering to change into civvies and trying not to see Daniel and Teal'c and the Colonel's lockers, sitting there as if nothing had changed. 

She thought she'd be able to let it out once she got home, but the same desperate emptiness continued. It was better than being on base with all eyes on her, but the desperation and terror followed her, as if she wasn't allowed to feel here either. The silence was oppressive, everything too immaculate, too quiet.

She knew where she wanted to go. She could almost feel a physical pull towards the place, the solid house with its yellow kitchen and backyard forest and comfortable, slightly haphazard sofas. Instinctively, she stiffened against the idea, knowing how it would look, not wanting to admit to herself why she wasn’t comfortable in her own home. But the tug persisted.

Finally, Sam gave in. He's dead, three million miles away. The Stargate is gone anyway. Nobody will care. Not bothering to collect her cell phone or pager from the counter, she drove to Jack's house on autopilot, hastily unlocked the door with the key marked J on her keyring, and stepped inside.

The aroma of the house hit her like a physical blow--pine and sandalwood and a hint of Jack's cologne--the kind he wore Earthside. Sam closed the front door and leaned against it, and the tears came. She slid down the door until she was curled against it as her body was wracked with sobs. 

She cried not for her team, but for her family, because that was what SG-1 had become over the past five-odd years. For Daniel, closer to her than her own brother, her partner-in-crime in all things academic and the most open-hearted, curious person she'd ever known. Technically Ascended, but as good as dead to his friends--he couldn't work through the night with her, couldn't secretly stuff his extra coffee supply in their packs, couldn't give an impromptu lecture on some obscure ancient mythology and its connection to the Goa'uld. 

For Teal'c, who without a Stargate could never return to Earth. Whose wife was dying. Dead? She'd never know, Sam realized. She'd never see him again either, her wise, thoughtful, loyal friend, who conveyed far more with a single word than most did with a hundred.

For Jack, the only man she'd ever really been in love with, who had been through so much, given so much, and continually believed he deserved so little. Who’d made her laugh, made her think, given her confidence. The intrepid leader of their little family, the heart and soul and deep down inside the most optimistic of all of them, even if he’d never admit it.

And Sam cried for herself, too. The one left behind.

The sobs quieted and then there were only tears streaming down her cheeks, ones she couldn't stop, and then her eyes ran out of tears and her cheeks dried a bit, until they felt sticky rather than wet. Sam sat like that for a while, staring sightlessly into the house, back still pressed rather uncomfortably against the door.

When it was too painful to sit curled up on the floor any longer, she stood stiffly, went to the kitchen, and got a glass of water.

Sam didn't remember moving there, but she ended up in Jack's bedroom. She'd only been in there a few times before--a few times when Jack was injured and Janet kicked him out of the infirmary, and SG-1 was taking turns caring for him, and one team night where Teal'c had gone to kel'no'reem a bit too early and her, Jack, and Daniel had gotten rather drunk and decided it would be much better to watch TV in Jack's bedroom, all three adults squished on the bed. Generally, for obvious reasons, she'd tried to avoid the room, but she found herself sliding between the covers, burying her face in the Jack-scented pillows, hiding from the sun and the day in general in a very un-Carter-like manner. She loved him, she missed him, and she'd never see him again. There hadn't been a parachute. Funny how all those things she never allowed herself to think about came to the surface, now when it didn't matter anymore. Everyone who mattered had known for years.

The tears came again, and she cried herself to sleep.

***

That was how Janet found her, having begged General Hammond to let her off a few hours early. He'd acquiesced fairly quickly, obviously concerned for Sam as well, though neither mentioned her by name. When Sam hadn't answered her phone or pager, Janet had driven to her house, then to Daniel's apartment (not yet cleaned out), and finally to Jack's house.

"Oh, Sam, honey," she murmured, sitting on the edge of the mattress. Motherly instincts taking over, Janet pulled the blankets over her sleeping friend, tucking her in like she used to tuck in Cassie.

Then, she headed down to the kitchen to cook dinner. Sam could use some comfort food when she woke up, and god knew she couldn’t cook it herself.

***

Thirty miles above Colorado Springs, unbeknownst to the SGC, four Jaffa manhandled an unconscious Jack O’Neill into a holding cell, then clunked away.

#sam x jack #fanfic #my stuff #my words #sg1 #stargate sg1

[tulipsandtesseracts]

Day 9: Storm (Carry On Series, Snowbaz)

Dec 1: Cozy (Carry On Series, Snowbaz) Dec 2: Ribbon (Carry On Series, Snowbaz) Dec 3: Red (Red White & Royal Blue, Alex x Henry) Dec 4: Light (Frozen, Elsa and Anna) Dec 5: Mistletoe (Carry On Series, Snowbaz) Dec 6: Icicle (Red White & Royal Blue, Alex x Henry) Dec 7: Warmth (Carry On Series, Snowbaz) Day 8: Comfort (Stargate SG-1, Cassie and Teal’c)

I am a bit behind. Just pretend it is still December 9. (Also, 100%: I posted a tiny Stargate ficlet and had to go freak out a little bit.) This is not the fic I meant to write, but Baz would not cooperate when I just wanted him to magic up a stupid snowstorm? So instead there is this which is more post-Wayward Son found family stuffs.

Day 9: Storm (Carry On Series, Snowbaz)

I’d planned to have a peaceful afternoon catching up on some reading before Simon got home from his shift at his new job. And it had started that way, before Fiona called, and Mordelia texted, and Bunce needed to verbally process her plans for the rest of her life prior to leaving the flat for the evening.

Simon should be home any minute now. He’ll be tired after handling customers all day, though, so I probably have another hour or so to read while he watches some show or other to decompress.

I continue to labor under this illusion right up until Snow bursts through the door of the flat, storms across the living room, and throws himself onto the couch with such force that I can feel the bounce of it from the opposite end. I glance up from my book and make note of his red face and his disordered hair, which is pointing in several different directions at once in a way it only does when someone’s been tugging their hands through the curls.

Since I’ve been sitting here reading for the last hour, I can only assume Simon’s turned his hair into a bird’s nest himself.

From the far end of the couch, he cocks an eyebrow in an aggressive way that I often regret teaching him. I shrug in response and return to my book. “Lovely day at work, I take it,” I say, keeping his voice level. Casual. Bored.

Simon snorts. “The shop was fine,” he says.

“Hmm,” I reply, turning to the next page. “Holiday rush?”

“Not much yet.”

I nod. “Bunce said to tell you she’ll be at the library this evening, and you’re to do the dishes.”

Simon lets out a sound that falls somewhere between a groan and a shout.

“It’s just the dishes, Snow.”

“Cut it out, Baz. You don’t have to coddle me.”

Direct questions rarely yield useful information when Snow’s in a mood like this. I know it. Simon knows it. Simon knows I know it. There’s a great deal of knowing it’s true and very little to be done about it. Usually the roundabout path is the better one, but it seems Simon’s not in the mood for it tonight.

“All right, then.” This was definitely not the evening I expected, but then again, things rarely are when Snow’s involved. I set my book down on the coffee table. “What’s got into you, exactly? If we were back at Watford, you’d have smoke coming out of your ears, and I’d be worried you were about to burn the tower down.”

“Lady Salisbury stopped in at the shop.”

Ah. That would explain the mood - the long-lost and newly-devoted grandmother. (And hadn’t that been a shock to everyone concerned when it had come to light this fall?) “She probably came in person because you never answer your phone. Which, as your boyfriend, I can assure you is quite annoying.”

Simon kicks the table leg. “You’re quite annoying.”

“My life-long goal.” I pause, then try again. “I assume she wasn’t just calling in to say hello.”

Snow drags his fingers through his hair, and yes, that’s definitely why it looks the way it does right now. “She wants me to come visit on Saturday,” he says at last. “Said she’s ‘having a few friends in for dinner.’ And my uncle.”

“And?”

“And what?” He kicks at the table leg again, but it’s softer this time. “I couldn’t very well tell her no to her face, could I?”

To be honest, I’m surprised he didn’t. “Not without becoming the main gossip at the club,” I say, considering. “Magickal society loves a good family rift.”

“The club,” he scoffs. “Last summer they’d all but forgotten I exist. Except your parents, who we both know wish they could. But I’m a Salisbury now, so suddenly everybody cares?”

I don’t say anything to that. He’s not wrong, but we’ve been round and round this track before. It doesn’t go anywhere.

“And how is it a rift when I was never really family in the first place?” he goes on, still properly worked up.

“Don’t coddle you?” I ask. “Are you sure about that?”

He makes a face and then shrugs. “That’s what I said.”

I sigh, then I scoot down the couch to sit closer to him. “Simon, you avoid her, you don’t take her calls, and when Dr. Wellbelove first introduced you, you ran out of the room like you had goblins to slay.”

“Slaying goblins was easier. I don’t even know how to have a family.”

He’s still grumpy. But when he moves, it’s to close the rest of the gap between us, pressing his shoulder up against mine.

It’s a miracle we are having this conversation, I remind myself. That he’s not just in his bedroom lying down with the curtains drawn, or sitting here next to me, not touching, not talking, not living. The fact that he’s not yet noticed he’s been here with Bunce and myself these last few years, having the best approximation of a functioning family we can give him, is best left for another day.

“You smile at the ones you hate,” I say instead, “and make fun of the ones you like. It’s not that difficult.”

“I don’t think normal people do family like you and your aunt.”

I wave a hand. “Well, you can run around tripping over each other and trying to steal the best books for yourself, if you want to use the Bunce model.”

“Not for books,” he says. “Maybe if it were scones instead.”

“I’ll fight Bunce for the books, then.” I tap my foot against his. “If she were here, she’d say something optimistic. That Lady Salisbury means well, or some rot like that.”

“Except she’d say it while telling me what to wear and which fork to eat with.”

I can’t help myself. “See, you do know what it’s like to have a family.”

He smiles, just a bit. “Penny’s not here. What do you say?”

“Lady Salisbury means well.”

“Baz.”

“It’s a nice house,” I offer. “No wraiths, so it’s better than visiting my parents.”

“Also, she actually wants me there.”

“Also that.” I lay my hand on his leg, palm up, and wait for him to take it. “Go see your grandmother,” I say when he does. “If it’s miserable we’ll go to the pub when you get home. If it’s not, you can take me for baked goods in the morning. You win either way.”

He nods, then leans sideways to look out the window. “Maybe we’ll get snowed in.” He frowns as though he can manifest snowflakes himself. He turns back to me. “Can we get snowed in?”

“The forecast is clear as a bell through next week, sadly.”

He squeezes my hand. “You have a magic wand!”

“Weather magic’s dangerous, Simon,” I say in my best Penelope Bunce voice.

He cracks up laughing, his morose mood gone just like that.

I’ll never completely understand, but I don’t really care. I’m just glad to see his smile.

“I’m hungry,” he says, when he’s calmed down again.

“You’re always hungry.”

“It’s your fault for talking about pastries. Did Penny really say the thing about the dishes?”

I roll my eyes. “Yes, Snow.”

“Will you help?”

I shove his leg with my foot before sliding back to the other end of the couch and retrieving my book. “Go do your chores, Chosen One. Then we’ll find you dinner.”

“All right.” He gets up and heads for the kitchen. “I like that plan.”

So do I.

#carry on #carry on fic #snowbaz #snowbaz fic #simon snow #baz pitch #found family #advent calendar #ficlet #my fic #posts by me

[luthienebonyx]

Shipping Post Game

@dame-lazarus  tagged me

Rules: tag 9 people you want to know better. 

I haven’t been on tumblr much this week so I have absolutely no idea who’s done this and who hasn’t. Because of that, I won’t tag anybody, but if you’re reading this and you’d like to play, go for it and satisfy my nosiness. 

Top three ships

Weeeeell, I’m not really a shipper. Yes, I have ships, and often one ship at a time, but I’m really more a One True Character rather than a One True Pairing sort of girl. This has led me down some rabbit holes to some unexpected places at times. I could start with a ship from my first writing fandom. Or I could start with HP, where I was responsible for not just writing multiple ships myself, but for a lot of other people writing all sorts of (sometimes very) strange pairings too, thanks to a fest I ran in the early 2000s. But it’s probably easier to just talk about the three ships that I’ve written the most words about since those days. (Also, that means that I DON’T have to include Lewis/Hathaway, which has recently  been completely ruined for me by a certain asshat actor who used to play a character whose name begins with H.)

1) John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, aka McKay/Sheppard, aka mcshep

In 2005, I went to America to attend an HP con in Salem, Massachusetts, with a bunch of online friends, and also to travel to some other places and meet some other online friends. In the course of my travels, I watched several episodes of Stargate Atlantis, and several people tried VERY hard to lure me into the fandom. The episodes they showed me had a definite McKay emphasis, as did the fic that ended up loaded onto my ipaq (a small hand-held device that has long been an historical relic - this was a LONG time ago) for consuming on the 14 hour flight back over the Pacific. 

There was a lot of McKay focus in the early days of the fandom. The emphasis changed over time, but right then people were all McKay, all the time. The problem was that while I liked everything in the fandom addiction package that I’d been given a lot, I kept looking past McKay and going: but what about THAT guy? (See above re One True Character.) So when I got home, I ordered the pilot episode on DVD (again, this was a LONG time ago) and once it arrived, I think I watched it seven times in three days? Something like that. And all because of THAT guy.

And yes, in time, I did grow to appreciate Rodney McKay and the very specific dynamic he had with John Sheppard. I read an awful lot of fanfic over the next five-ish years - some of it very, very good; some of it very, very cracky, because that fandom was ALL ABOUT THE CRACK (my favourite was the one where Rodney was a unicorn and John was a rainbow, but the one where one of them was a table lamp was also pretty memorable, or where John was a blue tulip and Rodney was a sunflower, or where they were both girl scout cookies.... Well, you get the idea)... I forget where that sentence was going. 

Anyway, I read a lot, and I wrote quite a bit, though nothing like as much as I wanted to, thanks to RL intruding a lot in not very pleasant ways. I think I came pretty close to capturing John Sheppard the way I wanted to in my final SGA story, Home, which I wrote in 2010 and was set post-series, but he always had an elusive quality, and the inside of his head was a fascinating, if frustrating, place to be. People in SGA fandom were fond of describing the characters as being from the Island of Misfit Toys (particularly in comparison to their counterparts on SG-1), and I think that aspect was what made me enjoy Sheppard so much. On the surface, he looked like your typical utterly boring, good looking, vaguely renegade US military leading man, but underneath he was just SUCH an individual. 

If I had to choose a single favourite character from a fandom I’m no longer actively involved in, that character would still be John Sheppard.

2) Belle/Rumpelstiltskin|Mr Gold aka rumbelle

I was also lured into this fandom, though it was a bit more accidental than SGA. Nym, who is one of my oldest fannish friends (as in, has been my fannish friend for a very long time - though we’re both no longer as young as we once were) has been a HUGE Robert Carlyle fan for many years, so when he was cast as Mr Gold aka Rumpelstiltskin in Once Upon a Time, of course she started watching. And then I started watching so that I could discuss it with her, and THEN she started writing this thing, and of course I beta-ed for her, and Rumple really sort of fascinated me quite a lot (see above re One True Character) and then I started writing too. I hadn’t written het in quite a few years at that point, apart from a single T-rated Yuletide fic, but pairing Rumple with anyone but Belle required getting very convoluted with the canon, and their canon relationship did have plenty to explore so...

I wound up writing quite a few stories over the next few years, including several that I’m still quite proud of, so in that respect I’m glad Nym dragged me into that fandom with her. I’m pretty sure this was the first time I wrote, or was even really interested in, a canon pairing. There were aspects of that that I REALLY didn’t enjoy, including that the two characters whose relationship I was most interested in were so much (more) at the mercy of the showrunners. I also wasn’t always thrilled about the (extremely specific) expectations that some groups of fans had about what the canon should deliver for their favoured pairing, rather than accepting that that’s what fanfic is for. I wound up swearing that I’d never get into a canon pairing again.

Yeah, well.

3) Jaime/Brienne, Jaime x Brienne, braime...

Those of you who’ve been following me awhile have probably heard this before, so feel free to skip, but for anyone who’s fairly new...

I stopped writing fanfic in mid-2015, and apart from a brief burst of activity in late 2016-mid 2017, I continued not to write. By the time 2019 rolled around, I thought it pretty likely that I wouldn’t write fanfic again. Then the final season of Game of Thrones happened.

Jaime Lannister has been my favourite character since I read A Storm of Swords when it was first published twenty years ago. It’s a bit of an understatement to say that I wasn’t exactly pleased with how the show ended his story arc. And yes, I know what I just said above about fans having too-specific expectations, but there’s quite a bit of middle ground between fans expecting too much from a show and a show spectacularly under-delivering.

I started writing this pairing the day after the final episode aired, because I couldn’t NOT write, and I pretty much haven’t stopped since. I think my word tally is somewhere around the 240k mark atm.

Last song I listened to:

Journey of the Sorcerer by the Eagles, because the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy came up in the conversation when I was at @undun-duz‘s place tonight, and of course I immediately got this earworm.

Last movie I watched:

The Aeronauts - because watching Eddie Redmayne suffering from hypoxia and almost freezing to death in a balloon is more entertaining than you might think.

Currently reading:

Dress in the Age of Jane Austen by Hilary Davidson, WAY too many car reviews as I wait for the payout from the insurance company for our poor, dead car, and waiting on False Value by Ben Aaronovitch, the next Rivers of London novel, which is due out later this month.

Last thing I ate:

Some cheesecake that D insisted on getting for dessert. I really should know better than to leave those choices up to him. If I ask him to “get a cake” he inevitably returns with a cheesecake.

#memes #sorry this got rambly #the weather in february makes me unwell #and I'm feeling all light-headed and weird tonight

[mia-cooper]

Fanfiction Questions

from here

Fandom Questions

1. What was the first fandom you got involved in?

Involved as in ‘frantically read every book I could get my hands on, daydreamed about being part of that universe and wrote stories/made art inspired by the books, if not actual fanfiction’? Mm, probably The Chronicles of Narnia when I was six or seven. The next great obsession was The Silver Brumby when I went through my horse stage around age 12, and then Sweet Valley High when I was 15. Hahaha.

2. What is your latest fandom?

Marvel! I’m not into comics and I’m definitely not interested in consuming every last bit of canon material or memorising the variations of every universe, but I love (most of) the movies and Agents of SHIELD is pretty cool.

3. What is the best fandom you’ve ever been involved in?

Star Trek Voyager. No contest. I venture to suggest that the older fandoms, the ones that are all about defunct shows, are a hell of a lot more chilled. Maybe because we’ve come to terms with our shitty canon endings and learned that liking the ship you hate doesn’t make someone problematic, unlike some newer fandoms I could name (Yes I’m talking about you, Game of Thrones fans. What the fuck.)

4. Do you regret getting involved in any fandoms?

I’ve dipped a toe into one or two fandoms for shows or books I’ve really enjoyed and backed the fuck out when the vibe gets weird (oh hey, it’s GoT again), but nope. No regrets.

5. Which fandoms have you written fanfiction for?

All the Star Treks except TOS, and a Trek/MCU crossover. I’d like to write more for MCU someday. Plus I’ve written longhand entire notebooks full of teen romance shit that bore an uncanny similarity to SVH, and my first short story was a fantasy fic that featured a girl whose guardian was a wise talking lion who led her into mystical secret worlds, which is kind of familiar.

6. List your OTP from each fandom you’ve been involved in.

Wow. I’m going to define ‘involved in’ as ‘cared enough about to have an OTP’, but I’m guaranteed to forget a ton. In no particular order:

Voyager: Janeway x anyone who can get her off

Discovery: Lorca x Cornwell or Pike x Tyler x Burnham (or any combination of)

DS9: Kira x Jadzia Dax

TNG: Picard x Vash, I guess? I don’t really have any TNG ships

ENT: T’Pol x Trip x Hoshi (or any variation therein)

MCU: Cap x Widow

AoS: Coulson x Skye... no May... no Skye... I don’t know

CAOS: Madam Satan x Zelda

Timeless: Garcy

The Good Place: Eleanor x Tahani

The 100 (shut up): toss up between Clarke x Bellamy and Kane x Abby

Veronica Mars: Veronica x Leo (first run), Veronica x Logan (s4)

Orphan Black: Cosima x Delphine

BSG: Apollo x Starbuck

SG1: Sam x Jack

Arrow: Olicity (so over the show now though)

This Life: Milly x Egg

Yeah you know what... I’m drawing a blank. I can’t think of any other shows where I’ve been invested in The Romance that much.

7. List your NoTPs from each fandom you’ve been in.

I’m too tired to do every fandom, and besides, I can come around to almost any ship if the headcanons (or fics) are convincing enough. I do have a few hard no-gos, but they might be someone else’s OTP so I’ll shut up about them.

8. How did you get involved in your latest fandom?

Reluctantly. The MCU movies are not something I ever thought I’d enjoy beyond a dull evening’s entertainment. I never expected to get attached to the characters. And yet.

9. What are the best things about your current fandom?

Voyager is my forever fandom and the only one where I’ve really interacted with other fans. The best things about it? In general, everyone is just cool, accepting, open and basically awesome. And talented. I love my Party Bus people.

10.  Is there a fandom you read fic from but don’t write in?

Sure. The 100, Veronica Mars and Agents of SHIELD are the ones I’d dip into more frequently. I really enjoy crossovers between Trek and BSG or the Stargate variants, too.

Ship Questions for your Current Fandom

11. Who is your current OTP?

Janeway x Chakotay.

12. Who is your current OT3?

Janeway x Chakotay x Paris.

13. Any NoTPs?

A few.

14. Go on, who are your BroTPs?

Janeway & Tuvok! Also Torres & Chakotay, and I’d have killed for more Janeway & Torres in canon. (If they kissed sometimes that would be okay too)

15. Is there an obscure ship which you love?

Yeah. Paris x Seven. There are like two fics in existence, and yet ... the potential! (Sorry, B’Elanna)

16. Are there any popular ships in your fandom which you dislike?

Nope.

17. Who was your first OTP and are they still your favourite?

Janeway x Paris. And they’re still way up there, but not quite at the top.

18. What ship have you written the most about?

84% of my fics feature Janeway x Chakotay as either the primary or secondary pairing... holy shit.

19. Is there a ship which you wished you could get behind, but you just don’t feel them?

Paris x Torres. I mean, I feel them. I just don’t generally feel the need to write about them.

20. Any ships which you surprised yourself by liking?

Chakotay x Seven. In another universe, it could’ve been beautiful.

Author Questions

21. What was the first fanfic you ever wrote?

Actual story that was clearly fanfic? A farcical drunken romp told in the 24th century equivalent of email format called PADDemonium (see what I did there?)

22. Is there anything you regret writing?

Lol, a few things that should probably have never seen the light of day for various reasons, some of them leola related. But I’ve only deleted two fics that I can recall.

23. Name a fic you’ve written that you’re especially fond of & explain why you like it.

Relieved. It’s a 30k AU Chakotay moral dilemma backstory that brings in DS9 characters, Section 31 and his longstanding history with AU Janeway. I did so much research for it (way back in the days before memory alpha and chakoteya.net) and I’m really proud of how I wound in canon stuff across series but changed a few key bits and pieces. Only problem is, it’s a sequel to ...

24. What fic do you desperately need to rewrite or edit?

... Pressure, which I can’t even read without cringing. My characterisation of Janeway, even Angry Maquis AU Janeway, is way over the top and there are moments that verge on Mills and Boon and give me first, second and third hand embarrassment. God, I’d love to rewrite it. Actually, that’s a lie. I want someone else to rewrite it so I can read it without covering my eyes and moaning.

25. What’s your most popular fanfic?

Desperate Measures, by about 70,000 light years, lol. Although Fragile Things beats it on bookmarks.

26. How do you come up with your fanfic titles?

You know what? A fair percentage of the time, I think of the title first and come up with a plot second. Aside from that, I prefer shorter, punchier titles that clearly tie into the story (Flight Risk, Speechless), though sometimes it’s song lyrics (Burn Our Horizons, your body like a searchlight) or a literary quote (Required to Bear, All the Devils are Here) or a turn of phrase from the story itself (The Prisons You Inhabit). Hey that was fun. Thanks for letting me pimp the shit out of my stories.

27. What do you hate more: Coming up with titles or writing summaries?

Ugh, it depends on the day. Summaries are harder, I think. I never want to give away too much of the plot, but there has to be enough there for people to know whether they’ll bother clicking. Funny story: I actually ran the stats on this a few months back. Here they are for your edification:

Fics with a one line plot summary = 54%

With two or three line plot summary = 18%

With a short snippet directly from the fic = 16%

With a snippet + a one line explanation = 3%

With a one line plot summary plus a line to date the fic (eg "set in season 3", “episode tag to Worst Case Scenario") or the fic prompt = 7%

And finally, a quote from something other than the fic = 2% (that's only 3 fics).

28. If someone were to draw a piece of fanart for your story, which story would it be and what would the picture be of?

Ooh. I’ll say the final scene in Explosive.

29. Do you have a beta reader? Why/Why not?

I used to regularly ask @jhelenoftrek​ and @littleobsessions90 to beta for me, and both of them are brilliant at it. Lately I’ve been posting without sending my stuff off for editing. This is partly because I’m impatient to get stuff out there, partly because I don’t have as much time to write/edit, and partly because I’m a little less focused on improving my writing and more on enjoying it for its own sake.

30. What inspires you to write?

Little bits of episode dialogue I haven’t noticed before, other people’s fanfiction, stray conversations, fic prompts, song lyrics, random headcanons, fever dreams, dares ...

31. What’s the nicest thing someone has ever said about your writing?

I’ve been really lucky with comments on my fic. The least helpful comment I’ve ever received was on one of my early 30k fics and all it said was “Did you have to take the name of the lord in vain?” Which is kind of funny. The nicest thing anyone’s ever said? I’m very partial to the feedback that starts “I don’t even like this pairing/genre/trope/show but you made me love it”, and particularly “I’ll read anything you write, I don’t care what it’s about.” But all comments are gold. The little heart button is cool too.

32. Do you listen to music when you write or does music inspire you? If so, which band or genre of music does it for you?

I’m not someone who can tune out music I love, or leave it in the background to inspire me. If it’s on, I’m fully invested in it. I’m that annoying person in the car who flips radio stations every three seconds until I find something I like and then it’s on 11 and I’m singing along to it. I’m also really picky but extremely eclectic, although there are genres I can’t stand (anything with autotune makes me stabby). That said, sometimes I find a song that I can’t stop listening to for weeks and often that perfect combination of music and lyrics will inspire me to write a fic. For example, I just plotted out an entire J/C story because of this song.

33. Do you write oneshots, multi-chapter fics or huuuuuge epics?

All of the above. Although I’m not sure if my longest epic is huuuuuge or just huuuge.

34. What’s the word count on your longest fic?

101,467.

35. Do you write drabbles? If so, what do you normally write them about?

I have two drabble collections. One is all J/C, full of responses to random prompts and I add to it sporadically. The other is episode additions set on Kathryn Janeway’s birthday (May 20) and added to annually.

36. What’s your favourite genre to write?

Angst, definitely. Sometimes it’s smutty angst or fluffy angst or hurt/comfort angst, but often it’s just fucking unrelenting angst. And I’m okay with that.

37. First person or third person - what do you write in and why?

I did the stats on this once, too, haha. Pretty sure I came out fairly even on first and third person with a smattering of second person in there. I’m probably even-ish on present vs past tense, too. I make it a point to mix it up to avoid my writing getting stale or same-y. And sometimes a fic doesn’t really click for me until I try it in a different POV or tense or from a different character’s perspective.

38. Do you use established canon characters or do you create OCs?

I mostly write for canon characters - the fun is in all the different ways you can interpret and imagine them - but I’ve been known to throw in the odd OC, or focus on a character who only got a brief cameo appearance, or write about someone who only appears in beta canon, or who only rates a mention on screen.

39. What is your greatest strength as a writer?

Oh, wow. I’m not sure. I guess the thing I value most about my own writing is my willingness to try different styles, characters, pairings and so on. The thing I strive for most is characterisation that feels true, and I really love it when I get comments on that. Exploring a character in a way that rings true with a reader is the best thing ever.

40. What do you struggle the most with in your writing?

Overly long sentences and adverb abuse, haha. No, truthfully, there comes a point in most of my fics, particularly the longer ones, when I really just want to scrap it because in my heart I know it’s dreadful. Usually that passes once I slog through the ‘I don’t wanna’ stage because I’m a bloody-minded bitch, but sometimes fics do get left in the dust half-written. Honestly, though, they’re the ones that probably should stay there.

Fanfiction Questions

41. List and link to 5 fanfics you are currently reading:

This is hilarious because I was just talking on discord about my problematic ‘to read’ pile. My unread AO3 subscription emails currently number 29 and my phone browser has 71 tabs open. So here are 5 random picks from that list of exactly 100 fics I should be reading:

Sex on the Beach (E, Janeway/Chakotay) by @traccigaryn​

The Ruby Ring (T, Janeway/Chakotay, Janeway/Tighe) by @trinfinity2001​

Earth is But an Idea (T, Janeway/Chakotay, Carter/O’Neill) by @caladeniablue​

Home (E, Janeway/Chakotay) by Cassatt

Wise Up (E, Janeway/Chakotay) by KimJ

42. List and link to 5 fanfiction authors who are amazing:

Only five? Shit. Okay. In no particular order, these are five of the writers I keep coming back to:

quantumsilver (also here)

northernexposure

LittleObsessions

Helen8462

Cheshire

But there are so many others. My chosen fandom is chock full of amazing talent.

43. Is there anyone in your fandom who really inspires you?

All of the authors above for various reasons, but also august because her writing is so spare and delicate and devastating, and runawaymetaphor because she writes the most delicious Janeway/Paris, and @seperis​ because I read In the Space of Seven Days literally 20 years ago and I still haven’t recovered, and I could be here all night raving on this topic but there are still many questions to get through.

44. What ship do you feel needs more attention?

Janeway x Paris. I’m so happy there’s been a little bit of a resurgence in J/P fics lately. Thanks, @curator-on-ao3​, you’re doing the lord’s work.

I’ll also take Janeway x Johnson content any day of the week.

45. What is your all time favourite fanfic?

What the hell? I can’t pick just one! Ugh!

... but okay, here’s the first one that came to mind when I tried to think about this: if you came this way by tree. I’m not sure I’d call it my favourite, but it’s one I revisit often. Ugh, there are so many other fics I’m thinking of now that I really want to list.

46. If someone was to read one of your fanfics, which fic would you recommend to them and why?

Oh, that’s hard. I should probably pick an angsty smutty J/C because that’s a fair proportion of what I write and it’s good to let a new reader know what they can expect. But honestly, I think the best fic I’ve written is The Uncharted Sea. (It’s safe for work. Maybe not for makeup.)

47. Archive Of Our Own, Fanfiction.net or Tumblr - where do you prefer to post and why?

The Archive, of course. Where else can I find ad-free hosting on a stunningly user-friendly interface with absolutely no moralising content restrictions and the world’s best tagging system? That Hugo award is well deserved.

Tumblr is good for headcanons and meta and gifsets and a few other formats that I’m less likely to post on AO3 because I’d feel like I was pissing off people who subscribe to me by giving them some random garbage.

I also have my own website, but I’m not really sure why. Sometimes I post fic there that doesn’t make it to tumblr or AO3.

48. Do you leave reviews when you read fanfiction? Why/Why not?

I try to. Honestly I do. I love it when I get reviews, so I figure paying it forward is the least I can do. I’m less scrupulous about leaving comments when I’m busy or reading on my phone.

49. Do you care if people comment/reblog your writing? Why/why not?

I mean, I love it when people reblog, but I certainly don’t expect it. @arcadia1995​ is amazing for reblogging stuff *blows kisses*

Nobody owes fanfic writers shit, but I feel like there’s a tacit agreement that if you like what you just read for free and you’re on a platform that makes it easy to do so, you leave a review or at least a kudos, because I’m not gonna lie, posting a fic you’ve worked super hard on and seeing it get very few kudos or comments is a bit deflating. I’m sure a lot of us have been there.

50. How did you get into reading and/or writing fanfiction?

During Voyager’s original run I was trawling the internet for Endgame spoilers (I don’t know why; I usually love surprises) and I guess I googled (or whatever the 2001 equivalent of googling was) something like “how does voyager get home” and somehow I stumbled across Revisionist History. At first I had no idea what I was reading - was this a lost story pitch that somehow got leaked? A professional novella commissioned by the showrunners?

Then I started following links and discovered yahoo groups and webrings and Trekiverse and fanfiction.net and all sorts of incredible things I’d never guessed at, including the now defunct ‘archipelago of angst’, a collection of Voyager writers who focused mainly on a darker Janeway than most of the other fic writers I was encountering, and I was hooked. So I wrote a few of my own pieces, and then I lost interest for 15 years. I’m still not sure how I got dragged back in.

51. Rant or Gush about one thing you love or hate in the world of fanfiction! Go!

Honestly, in what other way can I indulge my obsessions, hone my skills and talk about it endlessly with like-minded people? Where else can I instantly find a plethora of fiction about the exact topic I feel like reading about on my mobile device and for free? Fanfiction is fucking amazing and I’m so glad it exists in my life.

#miamemes #fanfiction #fanfic asks

[allhoneyboo]

Love Lies (Charles/Erik ficlet)

I was poking around in my Google Drive today and found this X-Men, A/B/O, Charles/Erik (with a bit of Charles/Logan) ficlet hanging out in there that I forgot about.  I haven’t written any fic in ages...since Stargate SG-1!  Oy.  Um...anyway, I’ll post this here.  Maybe it will inspire me to finish it.

Charles thrashed is naked body on the rumpled bed as his body burned.  What in bloody hell was taking Erik so long?  Sean left to inform Erik of Charles’s heat hours ago.  He thought they’d been getting along better, Erik moving from his all consuming hatred of Charles to at least mild dislike.  It was still hard for the telepath to read Erik through his iron-like mental shields without violating the terms of their marriage agreement.

He had to cool his body down.  Sweat ran down his body in rivelets.  He’d masturbated so many times his cock felt chafed.  Thunder rumbled from beyond the large window in the master suite.  Rain poured down on the cold November evening.  Charles swallowed hard, his throat dry.  If Erik wouldn’t provide him any relief he’d have to go in search of it.  

Charles struggled into loose white cotton pajama bottoms, forgoing a shirt and his underwear.  Putting the pants on was hard enough.  The Beta guards at the front door of the suite to protect him from other Alphas (although he doubted one would be so foolish to try and mount the Duke’s mate) would never let him leave.  There was no help for it.  He would have to go out the window and climb down

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Erik sat at his desk writing feverishly.  After he finished this paragraph he’d be able to make his way to Charles.  His hands shook a little at the thought.  It was Charles first heat since they mated and Erik finally claimed him for his own.  He had a bit of time to prepare.  The first stage of the heat usually lasted a few hours.

Raven barreled into his study without knocking.  Angry gold eyes held his.  “What are you still doing here?  Why aren’t you with Charles?”

Erik was bewildered at her exasperated tone.  “It’s the first stage.  I have some time.”  And he was completely terrified and needed that time to prepare.

“What are you talking about?” Raven said, “Didn’t Sean tell you?  He’s way past the first stage.  He’s been in heat since yesterday, but he didn’t recognize the signs.”

Erik jumped to his feet, alarmed.  “I didn’t know.”

As Erik and Raven left the study, they saw Darwin hurrying toward them.  “Charles is missing.  The guards noticed there wasn’t any...noise...coming from your suite, so they opened the doors to check and saw him gone, and the window opened.  He must’ve climbed down the wall.”

Erik changed direction and headed for the front of the manor.  “It’s pouring out there.  Where does he think he’s going?”

The stable, his mind whispered.  He’s gone to the stable to see Logan.

Logan Howlett was Erik’s surly stablemaster who’d bonded with Charles over their love of horseflesh.  Erik spent the last few weeks ignoring Charles, still sulking at their arranged marriage, even though he is completely enamored by Charles.  He didn’t want to need Charles or his family’s money to save his home and lands, but the arrangement between their families has done all that and more.  When his advisor Darwin suggested the arrangement, Erik had been wary of the Omega telepath and his family.  His childhood best friend Emma was a telepath and he knew how to block them, but she’d confided in him once that Charles Xavier’s gifts far exceeded hers.  He didn’t like the idea of his every thought being read without his permission, or his will absconded for someone else’s, but the dowry the Xaviers offered to take their “useless Omega son,” was too good to pass up.  

The marriage ceremony itself was quick and Erik didn’t really see Charles until the actual wedding night.  That night...he still dreamed of their one and only night together and after actually spending time with Charles (meals together and the occasional chess match), he found his husband to be quite intelligent and entertaining, something unexpected of a house-bred Omega.  But Charles also spent a fair amount of time with Logan...who was strong, handsome, and an Alpha.

Erik headed for the stables, his long legs eating up the distance, but paused when he heard a loud whacking sound coming from a copse of trees on the outskirts of the property.  He started running, the rain quickly soaking his clothes.  In the distance he spotted Logan standing a few feet from Charles, who was soaked to the skin, his white pants sheer from the rain, clinging to his round buttocks.  He brandished a large sword, swinging it repeatedly at a large oak tree, chunks of bark flying off around him.  

Erik rushed at Logan, gripping the lapels of the horsemaster’s shirt.  “What the fuck are you doing out here with him?  Why didn’t you get him inside?”

Logan angrily shoved him away.  “I can’t touch him or you’d smell me on him and probably do something terrible and leave him like this during his heat.  Oh wait, you already did!”  He shoved Erik again.  “I had to do something.  He came running out of the house like the devil was after him.  Fighting will cool the heat fever almost as well as a good fucking, and since I can’t do that, I gave him a sword and pointed him at the trees.  He’s been at it for about 30 minutes now.”

Erik deflated a bit and then straightened.  His voice rang out, “All of you, go back to the house.  I will deal with this.”  He saw Charles stiffen out of the corner of his eye, finally noticing his presence.

They all reluctantly left.  Logan leaned in to whisper in his ear, “You don’t deserve him,” and walked away with the rest of them.

Charles had turned toward Erik, chest heaving from his exertions, brown hair plastered to his head, his cheeks pinkened, and lips blood red.  He growled, held up the sword and ran at Erik, looking as though he wanted nothing more than to drive it deep into Erik’s guts.  Erik waved his hand and the sword was pulled from Charles’s grasp, but Charles kept coming.  When he reached Erik, he pounded his chest with his fists, screaming, “What did I ever do to deserve this?  Why do you hate me?  If you hate me, why did you claim me?  Why don’t you just let me go?  I could’ve run away, far away.  Been out of your life like you want.  Why did you do this to me?”  This last sentence was almost whispered as Charles sunk to his knees, exhausted.  Erik caught him and dropped to his own knees, clutching Charles close.

“I’m sorry, liebling.  So sorry.  I thought you were in the first stage, that we had time.”  He clutched Charles, stroking his back.  He slid his hands up and cradled Charles’s face.  “I love you more than life.  I’m sorry that I haven’t showed you that.”  He stared into tearful ocean-colored eyes and felt like the worst kind of monster.

Charles sagged against him, saying nothing, all the fight seeming to drain from his body.  Erik cradled Charles in his arms and heaved himself to his feet with effort.  He adjusted Charles in his grip, and Charles hid his face in Erik’s neck, body limp from exhaustion.  As he got closer to the manor, Raven opened the door for him and trailed behind him as he carried Charles up the stairs to their suite.

#charles/erik #ficlet #wip #love lies #part 1 #x-men

[niche-pastiche]

If you’re looking for a new fandom to enjoy...

By now I’ve lost track or who i know from what fandoms, but might I suggest reading Good Omens if you haven’t done so already. The amazon prime adaptation is going to come out May 31st, so if you want to get in on the fandom before it undergoes whatever transformations are ahead, I recommend doing so now. It’s the last chance to hop into the fandom uninfluenced by any additions or changes made to the story. It’s a fandom that has been was mostly the same authors quietly writing prolific amounts of fanfic for quite some time.

But it’s been growing more active lately and will likely get fairly popular when the show airs. I predict a large number of new fans will bring a very different feel to the fandom soon. If you enjoy watching fandoms navigate growth and change, this is a perfect opportunity to do so. Alternately if you want some thing more Sci-fi, with a lot of existing content from both the show and the fandom, but a less active fandom, consider trying Stargate. Either SG-1 or Atlantis, but the fandoms and the shows themselves offer different things. If you want something a bit campier and egyptian themed, I suggest SG-1.

 Stargate SG-1 ran for 10 seasons, or a total of 214 episodes. I have the entire thing on DVD and want to point out that from Season 4 onwards, nearly every single episode has commentaries. It’s mostly stuff about the process of writing and directing at the episodes. You get to hear about things that happened in the writers room, and production meetings and on set.

Stargate Atlantis is a spin-off of sorts but it stands on it’s own too. Unlike SG-1, which can take a while to get into, Atlantis starts out much stronger out of the gate (pun intended). But replace the creepy larva that posses human hosts and pretend to be ancient Egyptian gods with space vampires with life sucking hands. Just like with SG-1, there’s a of episode commentaries for Stargate:Atlantis, but they start sooner. That said, I’m not a fan of the ones where people are just kinda joking around, and it takes a while before it’s mostly just the really fun stuff, like in depth discussion with the director of photography and the guy in charge of lighting design. Stargate, both SG-1 and Atlantis If you’re a fan of the writer and artist commentary tracks and the behind the scenes stuff on the LotR extended edition dvds, Stargate might be worth a look just for that stuff. In terms of the show itself, and what type of sci fi it is, I’d describe it as a good mix of both Star Trek and Star Wars in tone and feel. Be aware that the finale was aired in 2009, and the episodes and fic are reflections of things going on in the world when they were written.

last but not least,

Critical Role If you want a fandom that you can binge watch but that is also still active, Critical Role is a good choice. You can start with the second campaign, and binge watch to catch up, or if you could dive into the hours upon hours of content for the first campaign, which is honestly so good that I think it may be my favorite story ever told. It goes beyond that though. This is a fandom that really feels like a community, and frequently works together on large scale goals from fundraising to fan art. There’s the obvious example of the Legend of Vox Machina kickstarter and what’s happening there, but there are also the money Critters have raised for various charities like 826LA and others. There’s the fact that parts of the fandom self organized into a volunteer effort to create transcripts and closed captions for hundreds of hours of content. Then there was the time fans rewrote Hamilton for fun. And all the just the generally being amazing thing this fandom does. Critical Role is a fandom unlike any I’ve ever been in and I love it.

#fandoms you might be interested in #misc musings #this is better as it's own post

[whumpstation]

Whumptober Day 8 - Fever

I believe this is one of the original prompts, but I think I moved the day. XD OH well. Enjoy. Sick and fever fics are kinda my thing, so this one is the longest one so far. I hope you enjoy.

Whumptober Day 8 – Fever Series: Stargate Atlantis Words: 1508 ETA: 2.5-3 hours

         Post mission found one Rodney McKay in the commissary. The physicist lazily rolled his food around his tray as he stared at his tray without really seeing it. If anyone had cared to look, they would’ve noticed his eyes were a bit glassy, and his face a slight more flushed than normal, but no one cared about Rodney McKay. He learned that very quickly growing up. He supposed he was being a bit overdramatic, but he was in an extremely foul mood.

        He had been more tired – run down really – for the last couple days. He even went to bed early the night before, but he woke up feeling just as tired as when he fell asleep. Then came the mission this morning. Just another dull ‘meet and trade’ mission that went nowhere fast. Luckily nothing exploded, and no one even got a splinter, but the natives were not interested at all in trading with outsiders. Waste of his time really. Planet didn’t even have any ruins or unusual power sources for him to investigate.

        Rodney sighed to himself as he stabbed a potato more forcefully than necessary, but didn’t bring it to his mouth to eat it. He just didn’t feel all that hungry, which really should’ve been a big red flag, but he missed it just like his teammates.

        “Whoa, buddy. What did that potato do to make you so mad?” John - always with the jokes and wisecracks.

        Rodney flinched a little bit at the suddenness of John’s arrival, but the scientist relaxed quickly. “Not in the mood, Colonel,” he mumbled quietly, never taking his eyes from the tray.

        John frowned as he sat down across from his teammate, and dare he say – friend. “What’s wrong with you today? You’ve been quiet all day. Something going on that I should know about?” John took a bite of his food as he waited for what was sure to be one of McKay’s famous scathing monologues, but he was surprised when the genius only shook his head and mumbled, “Nothing’s wrong. Just back off, Colonel Nosey.”

        John stopped for a moment to study his friend. Something was definitely not right. His skin was flushed, he was obviously tired from his drooped posture and red eyes, and most worrying of all was that he wasn’t eating! McKay never turns down food. John was about to press further when his other two teammates arrived – Teyla and Ronan.

        “May we join you, Colonel? Doctor?” Teyla asked politely as Ronan merely plopped down in a chair next to McKay.

        John huffed in laughter at both of them, momentarily distracted by their arrival. “Please do, Teyla.” John said in a slightly more sarcastic tone of politeness as she took a seat next to her team leader.

        Teyla took in McKay’s appearance and shot John a worrying look. He nodded in agreement and looked back at McKay to continue grilling him to get to the bottom of what was bothering him. What he saw when he looked at McKay stole his breath away. Rodney must have either forgotten they were there, forgotten where he was, or thought they weren’t looking as he was leaning on the table with his glass of ice water pressed to his forehead. The scientist had a look of pure relief on his face as he slowly rocked the glass from side to side along his heated brow. John, Teyla and even Ronan all stopped and just watched their teammate for a minute, unsure what to do, if anything.

        John had finally had enough and leaned forward over the table a bit to grab McKay’s wrist. “Buddy, you ok?” He asked softly, but apparently not softly enough as Rodney’s eyes shot open; he gasped and dropped the glass to the table, spilling its contents all over his uneaten food and partially on his lap. As the water dripped off the table onto his lap, the now gasping man shot to his feet and took a few shaky steps backwards.

        His team was instantly on their feet, and John had one hand behind his back to brace him and one on his arm to anchor him. “Easy, buddy. It was just me. It was just me! Just breathe.” John tried to sound calm, as he steadied his shaking friend, completely ignoring the looks they were getting from the now silent commissary. “Maybe we should go somewhere a little more private? What do you say?” John offered as he shared a glance with his other two friends, who nodded in agreement.

        Before anyone could even move though, Rodney suddenly doubled over in a coughing fit. John and Ronan supported him through it, as Teyla rubbed his back in what she hoped was a comforting gesture. After about a minute, Rodney caught his breath and slowly unfolded himself, but his breathing was still labored and raspy.

        Being this close to Rodney, John could now feel the heat that radiated off his friend. He could see the glazed over look in the scientist’s normally clear blue eyes. Small tremors ran through the stocky man; shaking his hands that still had a solid grip on him. “Rodney? Talk to me, buddy. What’s going on?” John finally asked, concern dripped from every word.

        Rodney blinked heavily a couple times at his friend, as his head bowed and rose a few times in turn. “J..John. I…I don’t…” and suddenly his legs gave out from under him and he was slowly being lowered to the floor by two pairs of hands. He was aware enough to feel something soft under his head, and far away voices, but it was only for a moment before everything gave way to black and silence.

        When Rodney finally came back to the land of the living, things had definitely changed. He was still lying down, but he was definitely in a bed and not on the floor. He was also in lighter fitting clothes than he was wearing before, and he could feel the tell tale tugs of tubes in his arm and up his nose. ‘Yep. Infirmary. IVs, breathing tubes and who knows what else. I hope I’m not dying again. I’m just too tired to deal with any of that right now.’

        “He’s got a bit of a fever, and he’s past exhausted, but I’m confident that he’ll make a full recovery with a few days rest.” Carson’s voice floated over him as he slowly gained control over his senses.

        ‘Oh, well that’s good to know. Rest I can definitely do right now. I am a bit thirsty though.’

        “Thanks, Doc. I’m glad it’s nothing more serious than that. I guess I’ll have to add ‘babysit McKay’ to my to-do list to make sure he’s not working himself to death.” John rattled off somewhere to his right, a bit closer (or just louder) than Carson.

        That babysit crack struck a nerve though, and McKay took his chance to crack open his eyes and do this best to glare at his CO. “Babysit? Really?” Rodney croaked out before a coughing fit took him by surprise and he suddenly felt two pairs of hands steady him and a straw pressed to his lips. He took small sips which felt heavenly on his parched throat, and eased his coughing.

        He nodded at Carson for the water, and glared back at John. “I don’t need a babysitter. You on the other hand…”

        “I don’t usually work myself into early grave, McKay. You’re lucky we were there when you fainted.”

        John was going to continue when Rodney bristled and bit back, “I did not faint. I...passed out.”

        “Same thing!” both Carson and John replied in unison.

        Rodney huffed and sank back into the pillows. He really was just too tired for this. He didn’t even realize that he had closed his eyes until the overhead lights dimmed a bit. He opened them again as best as he could to see John and Carson staring at him compassionately.

        Carson patted his covered knee and smiled softly at him, “Get some rest, Rodney. Let the fever reducers do their job. The only thing you need to focus on right now is sleep.” Carson glanced at Sheppard for a moment before leaving to tend to his other patients.

        McKay lazily rolled his eyes to meet John’s, “Don’t…need a…babysitter,” he mumbled out grumpily, as what he assumed were the fever reducers started to kick in and drag him down the Land of Nod.

        The military man smiled and huffed a bit, patting McKay’s shoulder, “Whatever you say, Buddy. Just get some rest. I’ll check in later.”

        McKay tired to glare at him one more time, but a yawn interrupted the gesture, and his eyes were suddenly closed for business. The physicist could feel himself slip ever more and more into slumber, but before he completely disappeared, he could’ve sworn he felt someone tuck the covers around him a bit more snuggly. Either way, Rodney McKay sighed in contentment and gave into a healing sleep.

#whump #whumptober #whump community #whump tropes #sick #sickfic #illnes #fever #pass out #faint #stargate atlantis #stargate #rodney mckay #john sheppard #teyla emmagan #ronan dex #hurt and comfort #infirmary #carson beckett #slurred speach #fanfiction #fanfic

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So in preparing my Podfic Audience Survey (go take it please please), I pulled some numbers people might find interesting: the top 15 fandoms by number of English language podcasts available (and tagged as podfics) on AO3. Then I ran the numbers on the number of total works to figure out what percent of English language fics in the fandom had been podficced*.

So here’s the awards within the top 15, as of January 2022!

Largest number of podfics

1st Place: Marvel (all media types) with 4,548 podfics!!!

2nd Place: Sherlock Holmes (all media types) with 1,710 podfics

3rd Place: Star Wars (all media types) with 1,703 podfics

Highest percent of works podficced

1st Place: Men’s Hockey RPF with 5.18% of fics podficced!!!

2nd Place: Good Omens, coming in at 3.25%

3rd Place: The Untamed at 2.61%

Lowest percent of works podficced

1st Place: My Hero Academia, with 592 podfics representing just 0.29% of fanfics

2nd Place: Harry Potter, which has a respectable 4th place by quantity at 1,545 podfics, but that only puts it at 0.5% of fics

3rd Place: Supernatural, which has 1,497 podfics representing just 0.6% of fics

Honorable Mention/Plucky Underdog

Even though The Witcher barely squeaked onto this list in 15th place by quantity (528 podfics), that represents 1.78% of fics - keep up the great work!

Other fandoms on this list that didn’t earn a superlative were: Teen Wolf, Bandom, Stargate, Merlin, and ATLA

*Note: doesn’t account for works like fanart without text, doesn’t account for podfics of works not hosted on AO3, doesn’t account for works which have multiple podficced versions. Should still be generally accurate from a statistical perspective.

#podficcing #podfic #fandom #marvel #men's hockey rpf #the witcher

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Ur stargate oblivion is rlly good! I can tell that theres so many things going on or will happen. Do u have any idea how long its going to be?

My first ask! Neat. (I don’t appreciate that it’s a callout post, though. Asking me how long my story is going to be. Clearly, I have no idea.)

ANYWAY

Stargate Oblivion is my baby. It’s the most important WIP I have for now, and most likely the biggest thing I’d be contributing to this new fandom that I already love so much.

And you’re right, nonnie. There’s a LOT going on in that fic, both in real time and within the 15-year gap. PJ McKay is also my precious OC and baby girl, and I have a lot in store for her.

It’s definitely McShep, but pretty slow burn. Oblivion conveys everything that I want from the Stargate franchise, post-SGA Finale. Frankly, it started out as a challenge to myself if I can do a solid kidfic, then it ran away from me and turned into this grand love letter for this fandom and the love of my life, Rodney McKay. There’s a reason why the POV characters, John and PJ, are the two people who love Rodney the most, after all.

I can go on and on about this fic, honestly. There’s so much stuff in my brain that I can talk about it even without compromising the storylines with accidental spoilers (or maybe I just don’t care lol. My brain does not work in any linear way whatsoever).

Thanks for asking, though. I’m still pretty new to the fandom, and I suck at interacting with fellow fans, especially since I’m pretty much a decade too late. Creating the 2020 Fic Rec, running this sideblog, and writing fics have been a blast so far, however, and I’m really having fun :)

- Kit

#fic: stargate oblivion #ask #kit things