#sga wips

[nimuetheseawitch]

lol i know all the tgm ones so tell me more about john dies while rodney is back on earth

You probably know almost as much about all the TGM ones as I do, lol.

John dies while Rodney is back on Earth breaks my heart, which is why I haven't written much of it. The working title is pretty much the premise: John dies while Rodney is on Earth with Jennifer, and Rodney comes back for the funeral and never leaves. Everyone is 1000% certain John is dead (there's significant proof) and Rodney is wracked with guilt that he wasn't there. He starts seeing John out of the corner of his eye everywhere he goes and struggles with what is real.

Going through the notes has been actually pretty great because I love some of the details I came up with, like: he doesn’t date and instead focuses on his friends. Radek is a little annoyed.

But, uh, here's a snippet. It made me feel a lot of things again.

He doesn't intend to move into John's quarters. That first night, it was where he and Ronon and Teyla drifted to after he went to see the body. It was right to fall asleep together on John's couch after the yelling (Rodney), the quiet tears (also Rodney), and the reminiscing (first Teyla, then Ronon, and eventually Rodney). But then he just never leaves, and Woolsey never mentions assigning him different quarters.  Rodney hadn't been surprised that Woolsey was the executor of John's will, but he is surprised by the contents. He's not surprised that John's shares in Sheppard Industries go to Dave's kids, but his heart breaks when Woolsey tells him about the trusts John set up for Madison and Torren. He barely registers that he has inherited all of Sheppard's worldly goods, from his surfboard to his battered copy of War and Peace because he's just read the numbers on the statement for Madison's trust (how long ago did John set this up? When did Madison become John's family too?) and is having a hard time breathing.   Woolsey gently reminds him of where he needs to sign and then leaves him in the conference room with a reminder that they'll be meeting about funeral arrangements in the afternoon. Rodney surprises himself as much as Woolsey when he hugs him. He has to leave after that to spare the both of them from talking about it.  The hallways of Atlantis are warm and familiar, and he runs his fingers along them while he wanders.   The psychiatrist, whose hair isn't red or blonde and whose name isn't Kate, but who he submits himself to seeing regularly after he hears that John kept his regular appointments with her, asks him again about his 'conversations' with Atlantis. She's convinced he talks to Atlantis because he needs to say something to John. He's pretty sure that's true, but also that he needs to share his grief with someone, and Atlantis is grieving as much as he is. 

#wip game #sga wips #the pile of emotions i am buried under right now is why i had to stop writing this fic #someday i will be able to do it

[sga-owns-my-soul]

i'm writing a fic that requires many many pairings and i'm getting stuck, so far i have

john/rodney

teyla/kanan

elizabeth/caldwell

lorne/novak

markham/stackhouse

it can be any kind of pairing, but it can't include radek. please send me ideas!!!

#it can't include radek bc he's the protag of this fic #i don't wanna give too many spoilers but he's fighting evil cupid #gonna be so good actually i think #my wips #fanfic help #sga #stargate atlantis

[adriankyte-writes]

!! I am so curious about your original scifi 'The Derelict' I'm also gonna ask about Mercy because sga love <3

Mercy is a John and Todd fic, set after Atlantis lands on Earth.

Todd is beginning to starve and he requests mercy from Sheppard. It examines their relationship as frenemies and looks at how they respect and think about each other. Despite my publishing order, it is actually the first SGA fic I wrote, I just haven't finished the editing.

Here's an excerpt from the draft:

Sheppard sat on the floor of his room, his head bowed, as he ran his fingers over the smooth contours of the general’s non existent gift. His mind was a million stars and three years away. He shivered on the cold floor of Kolya’s cell and every part of him hurt. He ached as if he’d run a triathlon and then gone a few rounds with Ronon and Teyla. Kolya had a wraith. And they were going to feed him to it, in excruciatingly slow increments. He thought he had seen some terrible things in Afghanistan, but Kolya was bringing things to a new low. He knew the man hated him and held him responsible for his loss of face with the rest of the genii. Where the hell had they gotten a wraith? Even with Atlantis’s level of technology capturing a wraith was difficult. And where were they keeping the damn thing? He suspected the answer almost as soon as the question popped into his head. ‘I made the mistake of being captured alive,’ the prisoner in the other cell had rasped. The one who hadn’t shown his face. Had his voice sounded raspy enough to be a wraith? He heard the rattle of chains on the other side of the wall. He had been fairly out of it when they had put him back in the cell, had they opened the other cell door as well? He supposed it didn’t matter if his cellmate was also the instrument of his torture. When it came down to it the choice was Kolya’s. “I heard them call you Sheppard,” his cellmate startled him, speaking from a place much closer than the last time. Well, that clinched it. They hadn���t said his name here. What could it possibly gain from talking to him? He might as well play dumb, as strategies went it often served him well. It led to his enemies often underestimating him. Now that he knew, he began to think Kolya had underestimated him again. Keeping his back to the wall he told the wraith what it already knew. “Do you blame the wraith,” it asked him. The question threw him. Why should it care? “No,” he told it slowly. “It’s just doing what wraith do.” He said the words because he could get information from the wraith, but as he said them he recognized the truth of them. How long had it been held captive down here? Getting fed only when Kolya needed to hurt someone, and God knew what else Kolya had done to it. Aside from isolating it. He drew in a breath as he got it. They were telepathic, and it was alone. It wanted him to figure it out. It wanted to be known, even if for only for the few hours he would live. It was used to being surrounded by hundreds of minds, and all it had were scraps of contact here and there. This was definitely something he could use. He pushed himself up to his feet and peered into its cell through the tiny opening. He would give it what it wanted.

#writers on tumblr #writeblr #writing #fanfic #creative writing #writers #sga #stargate atlantis #john sheppard #fanfiction #todd the wraith #write game #ask game #Wip tag #wip game

[dedkake]

short notice | .8k, t, ronon/teyla/rodney/john

Two week suspension from active duty. Mandatory leave for mental health; off base. Follow-up required.

or, instead of splitting up during Brain Storm, the team take a trip to the mainland together.

read it on ao3

#stargate atlantis #my fic #sga remnants #sga brain storm #imagine if brain storm #had been a team episode #rather than whatever the heck it was #and they were all taking a vacation together #and dealing with their shit #YKNOW #found this in my wips folder #completely finished #i think i had meant to turn it into something bigger #but #whatever

[mindofmim]

Got to work with Capsquared again in making art for their @wipbigbang story All Journys Start Somewhere. Such a cute story, it was an honour to make some art for it!

#wip big bang #wipbb2023 #sga #john sheppard #evan lorne #mitchell #throuple #fanfiction #fanart #fic art #my art #stargate atlantis

[aintgonnatakethis]

For the WIP game: Asexual John Sheppard - October: Autumn?

Thanks for the ask! 😄

Asexual John Sheppard - October: Autumn?

Part of The Aspec Year challenge. My main headcanon for Sheppard is a very asexual one. I definitely see aspects of myself in how he behaves when faced with sexual situations and the mask he dons for such occasions. I know this reading is decently popular in the fandom at large, but I just wanted to write my own stuff about it. So I've written stuff where he comes out and Everything's Cool, and this is the one where I'm aiming for Things Not To Be So Cool. Not blatantly aphobic, but micro-aggression city with an uneducated McKay. No idea what the ending's gonna be! (Isn't it always more fun that way? 😋)

It wasn't until later when they'd settled down into their sleeping bags that Rodney piped up, "Oh wait, you didn't tell me your secret!" Sheppard cringed. If only a few more minutes had passed after them lying down he'd be able to fake being asleep. He regretted saying anything in the first place. "C'mon," Rodney pressed. "You can't say something like that then not follow up. It'd be breaking the rules." Sheppard muttered, "the rules" under his breath, too quiet for Rodney to hear. Sometimes it was so difficult to resist mocking the scientist. It was the kind of comment he would have responded to with a pithy dismissive remark when they'd first come to Atlantis, but now time had passed, now they were friends, now Sheppard was more careful with Rodney's feelings. He only hoped that attitude extended in the other direction.

WIP game

#tag game #wip game #writeblr #writers on tumblr #my quote #mine #nimuetheseawitch #ace stuff #sga

[annwayne]

The WIP game looks fun, the Oc x Rikkick isekai fic looks fun, but I'm also really interested by Alice in Atlantis.

I'll take any opportunity to talk about my wips bc lord knows I'm far from posting them 🥲

The oc x riddick isekai is suchhh a fun fic and probably my saddest? bittersweet, I'll say. but I love it sooo much. Very general summary-Ares is a regular person living in a regular world, until one night they wake up from a very vivid dream with marks that match how they died in their dream. Also, that dream world is a movie they are obsessed with called Pitch Black.

Alice in Atlantis is my SGA long fic, and actually the second fic since I've started writing fic again (around 2022?). Alice is a human scientist who's been with the Atlantis expedition since the beginning. When an alliance between Atlantis and Todd the Wraith forms, she's the scientist tasked with working with Todd to find a gene therapy that'll allow Wraith to eat regular food. This is that story. (and its a ship fic between Todd and Alice, if that wasn't clear lol)

oc x Riddick isekai:

“I don’t blame you.” I broke the silence of us sitting on the ridge overlooking the desolate camp.   “What’s that now?” Riddick scraped off that black goo he used to shave his head into a bucket.  A beat passed between us as I stared out at the multiple suns in the sky. “I’ve spent a long time thinking about why you’ll do what you do.” He glanced my way. “It never made sense to me, especially with how much you stick up for Jack. I don’t think I could even imagine thinking how you do. I don’t think I’m supposed to.” He scraped another line of goo from his scalp. “It’ll happen again.”  From my peripheral vision I saw Riddick lift his head to look at me. He didn't need to ask what I was talking about. I kept looking forward.  “Considering what’s coming, I’m not sure if I’ll come back.”  “What’s coming?” He asked, voice steady and serious. Everyone else thought me insane or cursed, but Riddick listened. Didn’t mean he always believed me, but he was smart enough to listen.  “A blood bath.” I answered, finally meeting my own eyes via the reflection of Riddick’s goggles. “You’ll run.” His head tilted back. “I don’t run.”  “You’ll want to.” A sigh slipped from me. “But that’s what I wanna talk about–I want you to know, no matter what happens to me, I don’t blame you because I know you’ll do the right thing when it matters.”  He sat, taking everything in perhaps. “That’ll be the first time you’ve been wrong, little girl.”

Alice in Atlantis:

"Ugh, you should have seen me, Teyla. I was a disaster in the lab." "I'm sure it was not as bad as you think it, Alice." Ronon’s eyes flickered with curiosity. A sly grin grew as he asked, "What happened?" The doctor pulled back the lid on her fruit cup and in one swift movement knocked back the contents of the plastic cup as if it were a shot. A habit from childhood. After wiping off the stray juice on her lips, Dr. Tucker answered. "I was focused, in the zone. Completely forgot where I was and who I was with. After I ran the simulation the whole program flashed errors at me and I swore at the computer." "I've heard Rodney threaten to rip apart a computer's mother before." The muscular man bit into his apple. Teyla gestured towards the full bottle of water on Alice's plate. "That's not all." Dr. Tucker grabbed the bottle, following Teyla's urging. After taking a long gulp she continued. "I guess Todd was curious. Hell, I'd be too. It was the first words I'd spoken since we started."  Ronon sat up and rested his elbows on the table. He crossed his arms and tilted his head while listening. Teyla finished off the last of her mashed potatoes as Alice continued. "He came over to check my work, only I didn't notice. So next thing I know, a Wraith is leaning over my shoulder and pointing out my mistake." Between words Dr. Tucker forgot about her lack of appetite and started shoveling down her meal. "I nearly fell off my stool and then couldn't say a word without shaking. It was pathetic."  Ronon chuckled quietly and Teyla threw a glare at him. "Alice, you have never encountered the Wraith in person before. It is sensible to react fearfully." "Sensible, but not strong." "So get stronger." Ronon lifted a hand the doctor's way. After a blank expression from her, the Satedan continued. "I've been giving Dr. Keller lessons. You could join us."

#these two fics are like #really special to me #I care about all my fics obviously #but like these two are high up #idk how to explain it #they are my babies so I gave very long snips lol #in the sga one teyla is making sure alice eats lol #alice is bad at eating when she's stressed lol #also the riddick one is such a tender moment I wanna expand on #its not fully editied but I just love it so mucchhh #ask game #sga #riddick #wip game

[theclumsyandshy]

carson beckett painting i started over a year ago and forgot to finish 😬

#myart #mine #carson beckett #paul mcgillion #stargate #stargate atlantis #atlantis #sga #sci fi #art #fan art #portrait #wip #commissions open

[twotales]

🌩️ Share something funny/cracky from your WIP.

The third WIP

Thanks for the ask! <3

Okay, this wip isn't very funny, so this is my funniest moment. It takes a little to get there but I feel the lead-up is necessary for it to be funny in general. Anyways-

Chuck shot straight up in bed, hands gripping his datapad tight. "No. Way." His fingers hovered over the screen as his eyes flashed over it.  "Completely ridiculous." But- He tilted his head. Ridiculous didn't mean impossible, and if Chuck knew one thing by now, it was that impossible was more possible than you'd think. He jumped out of bed, whipped his pants up his legs, and tapped his communicator.  "Dr. McKay, Dr. Zelenka, this is Sergeant Campbell." "Yes, Sergeant?" Zelenka said grogily. "It's the middle of the night." McKay groaned. Chuck ignored his tone. "I think I figured something out. Meet me in the gate room." "On my way," Zelenka said. "Coming," McKay grumbled. Chuck had just gotten the data up on the screen when Zelenka walked up, blinking sleep from his eyes and trying to fix the hair flattened against one side of his head. McKay followed him in with a cup of coffee and a scowl. "This better be good Chuck because I swear to-" The two of them stopped suddenly and stared at him strangely. Chuck dismissed the looks and pointed at the screen. "I recognize it." McKay was the first to snap out of his stupor. "That's highly improbable." Chuck nodded, "I know, but each star system is unique, you know that, and this happens to be one of my favorite star systems." He pulled up past readings. "It's too coincidental. "Five circumbinary planets." He ran his finger over the screen, "Fourteen moons." He leaned toward them. "Quintuple star system." Chuck's heart beat wildly as their faces became interested. "The distances and orbits are all identical." He breathed. Radek smiled as Rodney barked out a laugh. "Good work Sergeant." Chuck grinned.  "Now," Rodney's lips twitched, "go put a shirt on."  He glanced down at his bare chest and flushed red. "Y-yes, of course."

#ask game #wips #twotalesff #jump #drifters #radek zelenka #rodney mckay #chuck the technician #sga #asks #I hc that Chuck had to go to speech therapy as a child #so when he gets embarrassed that stutter comes out real hard #i love them #man this part needs editing xD

[sqswisashitposter]

hello hi this is a reminder for myself to finish this thing after vacation

also showing off a draft wip a bit

also boop

thanks see you bye

#stargate atlantis #sga #mcshep #john sheppard #rodney mckay #my art #wip

[massharp1971]

7 days?

Oooh, this one's nearly ready to go out. It's one of the most graphic things I've ever written, sequel to Couldn't order a pizza in which John is masochistic sub to Rodney's sadistic Dom. It's porn with feelings - lots of heart, even more smut, John trying to get his head together post-epiphany and needing Rodney's most severe attention to ground him....

Here's a snippet from the start, just before things get very NSFW in Rodney's office...

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Monday

John stood in the doorway of Rodney’s lab, watching the man who had just summoned him. Rodney wore that short-sleeved blue uniform shirt that showed off his thick biceps and, whenever the temperature dropped, his nipples too. Which were definitely looking a tad perky today.

The scientist was absorbed in something on the computer, so John just made his presence known, and waited. And waited. Nobody else was around, so John could indulge himself in admiring his Dom, and thinking about the week-long scene they’d negotiated. For the next seven days Rodney had complete control, twenty-four seven. He was effectively John’s owner, and John was his personal plaything.

“In my back office,” Rodney said eventually, bossy as ever, ushering John to the back room and locking the soundproof door behind them, after leaving a Do Not Disturb. John’s entire body buzzed in anticipation of McKay’s sadistic attention.

Need it hard. Harder than we’ve ever gone and then some, John had confessed to his lover, desperate for something that would get his feet back on the ground. He’d always been a masochist, always been able to get his head straight in the hands of the right sadist, and Rodney was the best Dom he’d ever had. John had never needed it like this before, though. Six months apparently abandoned in a time dilation field had fucked him up more than he cared to admit.

Rodney grabbed John’s biceps in a bruising grip and turned him, renewing the same grip and pressing his whole body close to John’s back.

“No talking, no sound.” Rodney said, low and firm in John’s ear. A rush of anticipation ran through John at the feel of his Dom’s hot breath, and the quiet command of his words.

Thanks for asking :)

#eek i make myself blush sometimes #sga #mcshep #WIP #fandic

[nimuetheseawitch]

ooh 1989-5 and OT4 masturbation 2 for the wip game please! :D

Alright, so 1989-5 is the next in my 1989 McLorne series.

Hannah whistled low as she leaned over his shoulder. “That man is fine. You seeing him again?” Evan blushed and covered his sketchpad reflexively. Staying with his sister had its downsides. “You’ll probably know before I do. I gave him your number.” “So, you slipped out in the early hours of the morning and wrote down a phone number, probably without letting this guy...,” she gestured for him to give up a name. “Rodney.” “Without letting Rodney know that the number was for your sister’s apartment, or that you’re only here for another week before taking off in your motorcycle to who knows where.” He flushed a little more. “He probably won’t call, anyway.” She leveled her gaze at him, using some trick of older sisters everywhere to see right through him. Hannah seemed surprised by what she saw. “You’d stay if he called, wouldn’t you? Does he know you’ve sold yourself, body and soul, to the United States Air Force?”

OT4 masturbation 2 is the continuation of a short thing I did from John's perspective. The plan is to do one from each of them and then maybe something all together. Here's the start of the Rodney POV one:

He directed a good 15% of his anger and frustration budget that afternoon toward John Sheppard and his lollipops, sparing a few minions the full force of his wrath and/or annoyance. The way that infuriating man sucked, licked, and practically fellated that lollipop while Rodney was trying to make a point. When Rodney felt his train of thought derailing for the 8th time that day, he threw his dry erase marker down and declared he was going for a walk to clear his head. He walked as far as his quarters and locked himself in, knowing there was only one way he'd be able to focus for the rest of the day.

#wip game #sga wips #some classic john and the lollipop there

[sga-owns-my-soul]

for the tag/ask game I NEED to know more about John's Super Special Night Light

okay so basically the concept is rodney does actually ascend after tao of rodney and when he comes back the first thing he does is inform john that he is sleeping in a child's room. and he's not using their Super Special Night Light. that's it that's the idea but it's stupid and i love it

"It's a what?"

John stared at Rodney for another moment before glancing at Carson.

"A kid's room. You've been sleeping in a 6 year olds bed for the last 2 and a half years. And he is very offended that you haven't been using his Super Special Night Light. His Mummy made it for him."

#have a summary AND a dialogue snippet #bc this one is so silly #i really wanna finish this one bc i think it'll be such a cute fic #but like. The Writer Brain is a fickle creature #anyways #asks #john sheppard #rodney mckay #my wips #sga

[adriankyte-writes]

Tell me more about Awkward Conversations! Who else is having them?? :D

You know what I'm working on RIGHT NOW? Lol. I finally got over the slump I hit on this one and it's moving along at a clip. I intended to set the next conversation during the events of The Queen, but on a rewatch I realized that the needed characters were not where I remembered them to be. So I had to write a whole new venture instead, I had an idea that I was going to turn into an unconnected stand alone, but it's become the setting for the next conversation.

Want a peak inside the harth hive? I wrote this yesterday and it is very unedited.

They walk in silence for some time, it can take Guide some time to reorder his thoughts. After their millenia together Bonewhite has learned to allow him that time, he will speak at his own comfort. They walk in companionable silence through the more brightly lit area of the ship where the worshippers live. The smells of cooking meat and vegetables assail them. Bonewhite stops at a market stall to acquire a bowl of fruit. He carefully selects a merchant he has not visited recently. His favor to any worshipper could cause unrest and strife between the rest.

The halls grow dimmer and the mists rising from the floor become more pervasive when they exit the lift several floors later. The chamber is filled with small symmetrical growths, a soft blue light emits from the circular pods which grow out from them in a soothing pattern. The chamber itself is something of a mess. Data readers are scattered haphazardly on a nearby surface, a few falling over to the floor. Discarded garments have been trampled and kicked into out of the way corners. There is a set of terter seeds set in a vine hoop near the center of the room.

Bonewhite enters and places the bowl of fruit on the growth which served as a table in the room. Guide hesitates at the doorway. There is an angry hiss from a nearby corner. He glances over, surprised to find a terrelin trapped inside a carefully constructed net cage.

How do they manage to keep catching them?

Come in, he shoots at Guide. He carefully releases the terrelin, resetting the cage as he had found it, sans occupant. The tiny lizard hisses and bites at his fingers, a soft buzz of warmth shooting through him as his body purified the toxins from his bloodstream. The tiny scavengers are venomous but not enough to be a threat to wraith, even here in the creche. The warming aftereffect of their bite might even be why the crechelings continued to catch them.

Guide takes a seat at the table, watching Bonewhite as he proceeds through the creche. He walks to the first of the glowing pods and places a hand against it. The thick opaque membrane turned clear giving him a view of the occupants. Five tiny wraithlings slept in a pile of bodies inside. He smiles softly down at them. He moves from pod to pod, checking the groups of wraithlings as they slept. Most of the pods contained groups that were matched by age, but in some groupings there might be an older wraithling who has protectively joined a group of younger ones. The creche had their own order among the wraithlings, how they dealt with each other would say much on how they would later handle their adult responsibilities.

He looks in on a particularly mischievous pair of crechelings, known for giving the creche master a hard time. The were curled into each other in a tangle of limbs. Sometimes they were joined by other members of the creche, but often the two shared a pod only with each other. Both wore healing scratches and bruises, although if from a fight or worming themselves into some place they shouldn’t be he couldn’t tell. Their long white hair was tangled and dirt smudged their faces and hands.

 “I have acquired Icemaul,” Guide speaks quietly.

Ah. Not the research but the wraith himself.

He expects to feel anger at the news. Perhaps even betrayal, that Guide has taken in the wraith who had done such terrible things. Instead he feels worry, for Guide in his vulnerable state, and for the hive, should Icemaul gain hive status.

“Where is he?”

Relief flashes across Guide’s face.

“A research outpost on Tylirs.”

The desert moon was an exile position, a lab with a few truly genius clevermen, too useful to be destroyed, but too unsuited to join the hive that had taken them from their queens. Such a position was meant to be a way for them to prove useful until they were willing to join the hive.

“He didn’t request hive?” as Bonewhite remembered him, the cold eyed wraith had been rather adept at making himself useful and currying favor from those in command.

Guide flashes his teeth, “I didn’t offer it.”

Bonewhite feels a rush of gratitude, and sends a touch of it through his bond to Guide, letting the soothing touch of green brush against him. Guide’s posture shifts slightly, minutely, as he relaxes.

“I have set him to the task of designing a birthing pod that will carry a human-wraith hybrid. He is curious, of course. Once it is completed…”

“He will need to come to the harth to oversee it’s installation,” Bonewhite finishes for him. A dangerous prospect for him then.

“You will not allow him into the creche,” he hisses, the bubble beneath his hand going opaque and concealing the sleeping wraithlings inside.

“Agreed,” Guide’s voice is hard.

Bonewhite draws a long breath, settling his whirling thoughts and prodding his emotions, He will be dangerous to you, to her. If he succeeds he will wish to keep her.

I know.

End excerpt.

So I know you know, but for anyone else wondering, Awkward Conversations is a series of conversations between the characters in my Stormbourne series about human wraith relations. Some of them are smexy and some of them take some surprising turns. There's a lot of insight into wraith culture and lifestyle.

#writing #writers on tumblr #writeblr #fanfic #creative writing #sga #writers #stargate atlantis #john sheppard #fanfiction #todd the wraith #kenny the wraith #evan lorne #tag game #WIP game #wip tag game #writing game

[heroofshield]

WIP Tag Game

Rules: In a new post, list the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Tagged by: @gavotteangel and @vorchagirl! TY so much!

My WIPs:

Meet Me Halfway

Fable 3 Assassination Attempt

Charmed/SGA

SGA rewrite

Tagging who ever wants to do this!

#tag meme #writing #wip #mass effect #fable 3 #charmed #sga

[mindofmim]

Had the absolute pleasure of working with Capsquared on art for their Star Gate: Atlantis story Round About Way to Family for the @wipbigbang

#wip big bang #wipbb2023 #sga #stargate atlantis #john sheppard #art #my art #fanart #fic art