#do i dare tag this stargate

[mitochondriaandbunnies]

I'm sorry but I do in the depths of my heart ship Jack and Teal'c; I realize this is Stargate Heresy

I mostly ship the entire team as an awkward poly situation but if I had to pick two it would be those two. I mean. We have an episode where Teal'c tells Jack that wild horses couldn't pull him from Jack followed immediately by an episode where Jack is like "the most important thing is to go save Teal'c's kid I don't care that it's a trap".... and then we find out that Teal'c's wife remarried while he was gone

Come on. Two divorced gritty hardened military men with trauma related to their children? Let them comfort each other.

[liminalmemories21]

Comfort Fanfic Reccs

Okay, following on from @black-quadrant's post yesterday about comfort fandoms - what are your old school comfort fics? The ones from fandoms that haven't been active in yeeeaaars, but you've read so many times you can practically quote them.

With Six You Get Eggroll by @cesperanza (Due South - Fraser/Ray K - post series)

Ray burst out laughing. "Benny! You've developed a sense of humor!" "Yes, Ray." Fraser lowered the gun and showed him an amused look. "Six immaculate conceptions will do that to you."

Hide of a Life War by @etharei (Teen Wolf - Derek/Stiles)

“We have received confirmation that there is a hostage situation in progress at a warehouse compound two hours out of Los Angeles, following a multiple-vehicle pileup on Highway 101 this morning...” The one in which Stiles has lived to (legal) adulthood and, along the way, become a bit of a badass himself.

Illogical (√π233/hy7) by @waldorph (Star Trek Reboot - Kirk/Spock - AU)

If Kirk was a maths genius, and never took Pike up on the dare to do better, but still managed to get to Starfleet? This is what that would look like.

Domestic-verse by @gyzym (Inception - Arthur/Eames)

People you kiss in an airport baggage claim and then don't talk to for thirteen months shouldn't be able to exist, let alone make your chest do the things Arthur's chest is doing. There are rules.

The Age of Aquarius by @cesperanza (West Wing - Josh/Donna)

"You know," Toby said, pulling a cigar out of his inside coat pocket and regarding it thoughtfully, "I never found your relationship with Donna particularly baffling. I just figured you ran on sexual frustration like the rest of us."

Drastically Redefining Protocol by @rageprufrock (Merlin - Merlin/Arthur - AU)

In which Prince Arthur meets Merlin and all hell promptly breaks loose.

Don't You Shake Alone by @dsudis (Generation Kill - Nate/Brad)

Nate looked exactly like Brad always pictured him: exhausted in the full life-in-a-combat-zone sense of the word.

Retrograde by LtLJ (Stargate Atlantis - mostly Gen - eventually McKay/Shepard)

The Atlantis expedition has been lost for three years. SG-1 goes to find them, and arrives just a little too late.

Somewhere I Have Never Traveled by @seperis (Smallville - Clark/Lex)

Clark decides on a change of lifestyle. Lex decides on a change in the status quo. And the world's doomed.

Lust over Pendle-verse by AJ Hall (Harry Potter - Draco/Neville - yes, I know JKR is trash, the fic is still excellent)

Lust Over Pendle is a comedy of manners set in the Golden Age detective thriller genre, and is presumed to take place after the end of the seventh Harry Potter book, and, therefore, after the fall of Voldemort.

open tag, but specifically calling out some people I know have been around fandom for a while @alchemistc, @dadvans, @walkinginland, @freneticfloetry, @cecilyv, @sloganeer, @screamlet, @irispurpurea, @rcmclachlan, and @hereghostslive

[aceofwhump]

Hey Ace 👋

Do you have any good Rodney whump fics or Ronan whump fics to recommend

I am only like half way through season 2 of Atlantis but I think I spoiled most of the show for myself through the whumpy gifs and videos I see everywhere lol

(P.S may we see a pic of your cat? 👉👈)

Hiya!! Ooh I love Rodney and Ronan whump. Yeah let me see what I can find for ya.

Rodney Whump:

Desperate Measures By: angw Stuck in a mine shaft Rodney has to make a choice to survive.

Four Times Rodney McKay Got Shot Saving the Day By: LinziDay Four times Rodney McKay got shot saving the day and one time he didn't .

Guppy By: GateBiscuit Rescuing McKay from the lost, leaky Puddle Jumper was the easy part. Tag to Grace Under Pressure. Team fic

Reason #1 Why Rodney Likes Food By igiveup101 “Fine,” Rodney gave in, shoulders slumped. “But you’ll be sorry when I’m dying of hypoglycemic shock.” OR Sheppard and the team agree to sit and reflect for a few hours. It goes, predictably, horribly awry.

Soldiering On By: LilRicki In which Rodney gets severely whumped but is still awesome enough to save the team from certain doom.

Candle in the Dark By: Sholio An accident leaves Sheppard and McKay a little too dependent on each other.

Hypoglycaemia By: Alipeeps Hypoglycaemia or low blood glucose is a condition in which the level of glucose sugar in the blood, drops below a certain point... Special request fic written for McKayRocks! Featuring McKay and Shep whumpage in abundance.

Ronon Whump:

Silent Sacrifice by Daring Duo - John, Rodney, and Ronon try to survive after crash landing on an unexplored planet. Their injuries and lack of supplies begin to take their toll as they wait to be rescued.

Red Sands by kirsten999 - Stranded on a harsh, desolate world, John and Ronon learn that merely surviving is only half the fight.

Finding Home by LadyShelley - Free of the Wraith, Ronon must decide if he is going to stay in Atlantis or leave to seek vengeance alone. While still trying to make up his mind, he and Rodney are trapped in one of the city’s towers, and each starts to learn more about the other as they wait for someone to find them.

A Light In Dark Places by LordVaako - Where was Ronon? Carson’s head felt like a boulder had dropped on it. The low ringing in his ears, coupled with a throbbing headache, made him touch his temple. He removed his fingers and inhaled in surprise at the crimson smears. ** Ronon is sent to bring Carson back to Atlantis, but the good doctor wants to spend more time with a village’s healer. When the village is attacked, Ronon and Carson are badly injured. They must rely on each other to get back to the Stargate.

Red Sands by kristen999 - Stranded on a harsh, desolate world, John and Ronon learn that merely surviving is only half the fight.

Febuwhump Day 1: touchstarved By Yesimevil After living for seven years as nothing more than a hunted animal, settling back into a form of society was… difficult, to say the least. Ronon suddenly became overwhelmed with people and things and safety, and no idea what the hell he was supposed to do with any of it, and from his inability to hold a conversation to the alien feeling of a toothbrush in his hand, he supposed that he had, in a way, forgotten how to be human.

Whumptober 2022 day 31: a light at the end of the tunnel By Yesimevil Takes place after Broken Ties. Ronon struggles to recover from the events of the episode, but his friends are there for him.

And yes I'd love to share a picture of my kitty! Her name is Sable and this pic is from the last time I took her outside

[itwoodbeprefect]

fic writer 20 questions

i was tagged by @luredin! thank you! <3

i feel like i've done this one (or one very like it) at some point before, but i couldn't find it when i went searching, so maybe i just read through it and composed answers in my head? or my very confused tagging system is understandably failing me.

How many works do you have on AO3?

right now, 242!

What's your total AO3 word count?

587,542.

What fandoms do you write for?

several! these days mainly starsky & hutch, but h50 is still very present too, and i think both stargate atlantis and 911 may also be worth mentioning. beyond that there's a lot of other things for which i'm working on a single fic, or there's a document with multiple of them but i only open it once in a blue moon.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

well. four out of five of these are for a fandom i wouldn't write for anymore today for obvious reasons, and the other one (Tell me I'm perfect) is a Shadowhunters fic:

It's the truth

Tell me I'm perfect (but tell me the truth)

I dare you to dare me

Finders Keepers

That escalated quickly

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i wish i did! i keep trying to get into a healthier habit on that front, because i love comments and i'd like to say thank you and engage with people more, but it's a complicated thing - not in real life, but in my head, unfortunately.

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

not an easy question, and it's not because there's too many to pick from! i'll indulge in a little melancholy at times, and maybe even a somewhat things-aren't-perfect ending, but generally there's at the very least a solid spark of hope even if the rest of the fic was sad. i think maybe Sobering (a mash hawk/trap fic) could qualify for actual angst, but even that one i seem to have tagged as "angst? i think?" when i posted it.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

now this, this is where we get tangled up in weighing a hundred fluffy fics against each other to decide happiness rankings! maybe something like Flowers for no reason but you missed me (starsky/hutch) or And I love every inch of you (And then some, and then some) (h50 steve/danny) because both of those are just pure giddy happiness start to finish, which means the happiness has been building for the longest by the time the ending rolls around.

Do you get hate on fics?

thankfully, not really! most of my stuff is deeply inoffensive. there's been a sporadic comment here or there over the years of someone randomly telling me they didn't agree with something i wrote (by which i don't mean people pointing out genuine mistakes - that's very different, and very helpful), but even then i wouldn't necessarily classify that as "hate", just as a very awkward way to respond to reading something that annoys you for whatever reason. what springs to mind is one that started with "i have not seen the episode" and then proceeded to interpret an in context line from a character as my personal beliefs on whether children are capable of evil, so. that kind of thing.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

not officially! but unofficially i've been told that it's fun and really really sweet, so no surprises there.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

not usually, which means that the craziest (and only) one on ao3 is probably the h50/s&h crossover (Said the apple to the orange), which is truly very uncrazy.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i wonder about that sometimes (i feel like after many many years and with the recent bot stuff on top, the answer should maybe be "probably"), but not that i know of!

there was an instance once of someone copying a story title, but they did so in a way that didn't even work. i was writing in dutch at the time, but english titles were Very Cool, so my story was called "ladies, bugs and ladybugs", and the other person took that, translated it to dutch, and used that for their story, which. those words don't match up the same way in the slightest, so it's just a random sequence of things by that point.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes! actually, i was probably the first person to translate any of my fic - all of the very, very early stuff posted to ao3 was just an english copy of originally dutch stories - but these days there are also a lot of russian translations (russians seem to be very active in h50 fandom!), some mandarin, some french. one italian, i think. it's very cool!

also, shout out to people who do podfics, too. <3

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

a few attempts were made over the years, but most of that never went very far for one reason or another. none of it is on ao3.

What's your all-time favorite ship?

as of right now, probably starsky/hutch!

What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

oh, i'm afraid i could fill, well, lists. one that immediately comes to mind that's technically a little past this category because i know i'll never finish it is a very long h50 project in which i took up about a hundred different little threads from the series and tried to weave them together into a giant fix-it-ish getting together coming out case fic sort of thing, and i still think the plotting work for that one was sound, but i'm just never going to actually get 100k down for a fic like that at this point in my life. (note that this is not a fic that's already up on ao3 in part - i'll finish those, one way or another.)

and oh my, for maybe a better answer: the starsky-watches-cowboy-movies starsky/hutch fic. i want to write that one, i do! and i am, and i do have real hope that i may one day finish it, but it's a fairly ambitious project in multiple ways, so there are some serious obstacles i will need to find some way around.

What are your writing strengths?

i love the patter of writing dialogue! people tell me characters sound believable and like themselves, so that's nice. also, balancing ridiculously fluffy things in such a way that it doesn't tip over into saccharine, and i also think i manage good jokes sometimes. i've been working on descriptions and atmosphere, and that's been fun.

What are your writing weaknesses?

i've completely unlearned how to write long stories! and ironically, i do write a lot of overlong sentences. also, i'll turn to google for absolutely anything, but deep down i'm a pretty impatient writer when research is needed and it doesn't happen to be a subject i'm already interested in, which oftentimes means i'd rather handwave things or scrap the idea entirely, even though i think really well-researched fic is amazing. and on that note, no matter how much american media and internet content i consume, i'm not american and have never been to america, which can be a challenge when writing for almost exclusively american fandoms. (i think i understand beds now, but i'll have to google sinks one of these days.)

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

ha! this was a thing that was very, very common for a while in my dutch fic writing community, because more or less all of the fictional properties and/or real life celebrities people were writing about were british or american (maybe with tokio hotel as the one notable exception), so there was A Lot of fic written in dutch with stilted high school english dialogue thrown in. i was never very into that, but hey, if it makes you happy, definitely go for it, and that goes double if it's just a few sentences for flavor! compared to what i used to see, ao3 culture is extremely conservative with these sorts of things.

all of which i say while also still, in the back of my head, considering the possibility of writing a really obnoxious ted lasso fic with 90% dutch dialogue, so. i too might become guilty at some point in the future.

First fandom you wrote for?

twilight! it was nessie/jacob, with i think a love triangle with a vampire thrown in. we all have to start somewhere.

Favorite fic you've ever written?

i recently reread How To Build A Triangle (or accidentally fall headlong into one, or whatever the fuck) and i still think it's really good and fun, plus it's a minor miracle that i got it finished so easily! there's a decent chance i'd name a different fic if you asked me again tomorrow, though.

Tagging

I have no idea who has already done this or been tagged for it, so I'm just going to throw a few names out there (@redgoldblue @actingcamplibrarian @stephmcx @spurious @goneahead), and then give the usual disclaimer that obviously i'm tagging you all with no pressure, and that if anyone sees this and it seems like a fun list of questions, i'm tagging you too! ✨

[missparker]

20 questions for fic writers:

thanks for the tag, @idoltina!!

how many works do you have on ao3? 127

what's your total ao3 word count? 2,230,172. that feels like a lot. i’m like 26 years into this gig. 

what fandoms do you write for? the closer/major crimes, stargate sg1, and star trek: voyager are kind of the big three, but i dabble around. 

what are your top five fics by kudos? all i know is we said hello and your eyes looked like coming home - 1523 kudos where i’m going now, i don’t know - 1086 kudos the rise, fall, and rebirth of hermione granger - 1048 kudos the devil’s right there in the details - 1028 kudos here comes the rush before we touch - 940 kudos

do you respond to comments? why or why not? for a long time i wasn’t very good at it because the idea of that kind of interaction made me a little anxious, but once we made the leap to ao3, i feel like the mechanism for giving and receiving comments was overall better and now i at least try to respond to the majority. sometimes if someone is reading something and comments on every chapter, i’ll just respond to their final comment, but most likely if you leave me a comment i will (eventually) reply back.

what's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I would say either Sometimes So Sweet, Sometimes So Lonely which is the last part of the Beauty and Nothing More series which was… controversial. Well. I think people didn’t like it, but respected it, if that makes sense. OR Eighteen Again which is old and I think if I rewrote, I could do it better but I never will. Oh actually I’m wrong, it’s Deep City Lights. For sure, for sure.  

what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? MAYBE These Hearts Adore? PERHAPS something else but mostly all you get is happy endings, I think. 

do you get hate on fics? no. which is so nice. thanks guys. 

do you write smut? if so, what kind? the gay kind mostly! i didn’t always but i do now, so you’ll find it in my more recent stuff. 

do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written? I wrote a Sanctuary story that takes place in the Buffy universe, kind of. An alternate universe. (Just a Whisper in the Dark.) I wrote a Voyager story that kind of waded into TNG a little. (And Beneath That, A Rebel Heart.) I think those are as close as I ever got. 

have you ever had a fic stolen? i don’t think so? i’ve had lines lifted. you know where i’ve been going along reading a fic of someone who maybe isn’t a mutual but is in the circle and it starts feeling real familiar, but not the whole thing, to my knowledge. 

have you ever had a fic translated? yes, definitely. some people ask, some don’t.

have you ever co-written a fic before? yes, This Body’s Yours and This Body’s Mine was a co-write as was Hot as a Fever, Rattle of Bones. 

what's your all-time favorite ship? i mean, i’ve obvi kind of made brenda/sharon my life’s work or whatever, but for straight ships, gotta go janeway/paris. 

what's the wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? i have a sequel to Gone that i have 10k words written and i just got into a corner and never worked my way out, but sometimes perhaps. sure, it’s been sitting in my WIP folder since 2012 but YOU NEVER KNOW.

what are your writing strengths? characterization, and uh… vibes? pacing? 

what are your writing weaknesses? i never plot ahead. what’s going to happen next? you know as much as i do. 

first fandom you wrote for? x-files, in a three ring binder, in my childhood bedroom

favourite fic you've ever written? how dare you! probably giving up on greener grasses. 

ok tagging @grissomesque, @nandamai, @ylizam, @kyrafic, and @thiswillonlyhurtalittle

[delicatelie89]

20 questions for fic writers

tagged by the lovely @starrybouquet 💜

1. how many works do you have on Ao3? twenty-three (counting the tiny ones)

2. what's your total Ao3 word count? i almost never look at the stats page. it says 101,051. there's more on my gdrive... definitely more... there has to be.

3. what fandoms do you write for? stargate sg1 sam/jack ... and some unpublish rpf that we won't get into... 👀

4. what are your top five fics by kudos? they're all pretty close tbh.

Losing Touch WIP (M, Stargate, S/J, 35k) 690 kudos

Closing the Distance (E, Stargate, S/J, 4k) 568 kudos

Better or Right (E, Stargate, S/J, 20k) - 567 kudos

Setting the Mood (E, Stargate, S/J, 6k) - 432 kudos

Desire (E, Stargate, S/J, 4k) - 407 kudos (which beats out Perfectly Explainable by a whole 2 kudos 😆)

5. do you respond to comments? yes, eventually i do! they always make me smile. of course if you're enough of a dickhead with a bad attitude you might even get a particularly snarky reply if you catch me on an unforgiving day. 🙃

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? that's got to be Grief and Loss/Loss and Regret (E, Stargate, S/J, 4k) which has ALL the feels bad content. 😬

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? i think most of them have a happy ending... (that's what she said). maybe Better or Right or Better Than Ice Cream.

8. Do you get hate on fics? no, most people are pretty nice and reasonable. there's maybe a handful of entitled "update!" comments that have rubbed me the wrong way.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? lol. yes. LISTEN. if AT says "i called him sir... i think he liked it" then in that train of thought is practically cannon amirite? 😅

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? no, but if i did it would be in the same cannon of the show (sg atlantis or sg universe).

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? no. i don't think so. sounds awful.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? not that i know of... 🤷‍♀️

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? nope. i think the closest to that would be a group trope challenge.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? sam/jack stargate sg1 is my opt forever and always.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? um how even dare you. the level of sheer audacit--losing touch. sigh. it's just so long is this thing. and so sad too. i don't have it in me to put my brain into that level of sadness for so long. also i feel grossly incapable of long form fics, they are just such a marathon. i am a one shot girl through and through. but I do hope i finish it! that's still the goal. 🤞

16. What are your writing strengths? funny. or funny-sexy.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? ... longform fics. or action. action sequences are HARD.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? i'd be so impressed with myself if i pulled that off.

19. First fandom you wrote for? stargate sg1 sam/jack.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? that's hard. losing touch has chapters and parts that i really love. although Perfectly Explainable still makes me laugh. i might have smiled the most writing that one.

I am so very out of touch with tumblr fandom, sorry fam, so i'll tag @sharim28 and @formerdetective and literally anyone who finds this across their dash. thanks for thinking of me @starrybouquet!

[nimuetheseawitch]

20 Questions For Fic Writers

Thanks for tagging me @marley-manson!

No pressure tags: @hero-in-waiting, @spurious, @sparrowsarus, @dedkake, @logicgunn, @colonelshepparrrrd and anyone else who wants to do this :)

Everything is under the cut because this is going to be long.

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

36, although one of those is a playlist for the SGA Songfest.

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

76,731

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I have written for Good Omens, MASH, Stargate (SGA and SG-1), Person of Interest, and now Top Gun: Maverick.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

walking alone at 3am (TGM), The McMurdo Chess Club (SGA), Autopilot (SGA), I would never dare (Good Omens), and Class A's (MASH)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I very much try to. I love responding to comments.

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

Angst-wise, I think it's Dear John (SGA), although it almost doesn't count because I wrote a follow up sequel that fixes the angst. There's no one I would rather be lying beside (SGA/SG-1) is definitely the saddest though.

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

Oh man, most of them have pretty happy endings. I think maybe my favorite happy ending is You Can't Go Home Again (MASH).

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I haven't. People seem to be pretty friendly.

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

Yes. Some of the smut is just incidental to the plot, but I also do a few that are just smut. I guess I tend to write mostly m/m (although I have some f/f and want to write more of that) with a little bit of kink, usually some d/s dynamics and light bondage. I'm trying to get more comfortable with it in general. I keep on meaning to do some kinkmeme fills as practice.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Technically, my SGA/SG-1 fics are crossovers, but I don't think that really counts, since it's very much the same universe. Which makes I've bit my tongue too long to hide the blood I'm covered in (SGA/POI) my only true crossover. And definitely the craziest. Very niche fic that absolutely no one asked for, but I love it.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I'm aware.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

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

Nope.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Oh, that's so hard to answer. I feel like I have different answers for this depending on the day and the context. But it might be John/Vala (SGA/SG-1).

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

My SGA fic where John dies while Rodney is back on earth with Jennifer and Rodney comes back and slowly starts to lose it, seeing John everywhere. I have so many SGA fics that will take priority over it, and it's just sad, which is harder for me to feel motivated. It was also shaping up to be long, which I struggle with. I also haven't come back to SGA yet - I'm still thoroughly ensared by Top Gun at the moment.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Recently, I've discovered I may actually be good at fluff. Either that, or the TGM fandom is just really, really nice (or both). On the more nuts and bolts of things, I usually only write something when I feel I have a good handle on the character voice, and my grammar is generally really good (although when I'm tired I fuck up tenses and have had to go back and fix that too many times to count). I also think I do a pretty good job with making romance sweet but not over the top.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Comedy. I occasionally write some funny lines, but it's very hard for me to write jokes if I'm intending to do so. Also, as previously mentioned, I will sometimes switch between past and present tense without noticing and have to go back and fix that. And I really struggle with writing long fics (I just run out of steam). Which is why I've mostly moved to writing series of shorter fics instead of multi-chaptered fics.

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

Depends. Usually, I'm not going to bother. I just put some Hebrew in a fic because a character was celebrating a Jewish holiday, but it wasn't a whole passage, just a phrase that I think can be worked out from context (although I'm going to put in an end note to help give some additional context for anyone who isn't familiar with that particular Jewish holiday). But I'm not going to ever do anything more than that - I think it makes things a little harder to read, and generally, I think that you can say things like 'Radek muttered in Czech' if you want to bring in another language.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

First fandom I posted in was Good Omens, but I recently realized that I should count the comic my friend and I made in 6th grade, where we essentially put all of us and our friends into the Sammy Keyes universe (and also, wow, my character went by a man's name and dressed like a guy but still used she/her pronouns but didn't mind he/him and was essentially aromantic, and hindsight is 20/20)

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Again with the hard choices - I love so many of my fics. But right this moment, I think Autopilot (SGA) is my favorite. It's the only one I wrote longhand, and I wrote it because the SGA server was doing a challenge to write a 15-sentence fic. It was super fun to write, and I think it turned out really well.

[rotschopf-thedrow]

Get to know your fanfic writer

Got tagged by the wonderful @cr-noble-writes ^^

When did you post your first ever fanfic?

On the internet? Like 2000-ish? I remember it was on adultfanfiction.net, and that site's been down for 100 years, or something.

First Character(s) you wrote?

Legolas/Haldir

Main Character(s) you’re currently writing?

completely changed fandoms ever since. I write mostly mShep/Kaidan Alenko, but I'm currently obsessed with Kaidan Alenko/Major Coats (and I blame @cr-noble-writes for this!)

Character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan to write about soon?

Hm. Like, as the center of a story? Def James Vega <3

Fandom(s) you’re currently writing?

Mass Effect, and some minor Stargate SG-1 on the side that's been sitting on my hard drive for, like 17 years?

Platonic pairing(s) you’re currently writing?

mShep & Kaidan Alenko and Kaidan Alenko & Jack. Also Kaidan Alenko & "Daphne", my geth!OC.

Romantic pairing(s) you’re currently writing?

mShep/Kaidan Alenko, Kaidan Alenko/Major Coats & Daniel Jackson/Cameron Mitchell

Your top AO3 tags?

Explicit language (Fuck yeah! Anyone fecking surprised? Yeah, me bloody neither!)

Angst, which isn't a surprise either

Romance.

Current platform you use for posting?

AO3

Snippet of the WIP you are currently working on?

From The loneliest Hour, my Kaidan Alenko / Major Daryl Coats WIP:

Kaidan moved his hand to Coats’ shoulder, letting himself fall into the slow rhythm of the music. It was hypnotising, sensual, almost sexual, and Kaidan found himself drifting closer to Coats until they were flush against each other, their fatigues not leaving room for any imagination other than what was more than obvious. Coats offered Kaidan his beer bottle, and Kaidan drank, his eyes fixed on Coats. Coats bit his bottom lip, his gaze darkening even more. Kaidan licked the last drops of beer from his lips, letting Coats drink from his bottle in return. Fuck, this shouldn’t be as hot as Kaidan felt. This was dark and slow and sensual, and Kaidan could’ve sworn that Coats chased a last drop of beer on the bottleneck with his tongue. He realised that his own fingers had moved, were playing absentmindedly with the fine hairs on Coats’s neck, raising goosebumps wherever they touched. Kaidan dared to press even closer, burying his nose into Coats’ neck and getting high on his scent. So easy. So easy to get intoxicated by that smell of soap and sweat and skin. He took a sharp breath when he felt Coats’ fingers sliding under his uniform shirt, unto his bare, sweat-damp skin on the small of his back. “So, do I get to call you Daryl?” Kaidan whispered against Coats’ ear, revelling in the shiver that travelled through Coats’ body. “You sure as hell get to call me Daryl,” Coats replied just as huskily, and Kaidan had to suppress a moan when Coats’ lips travelled along his hairline. Fuck.

Aaaand tagging @dandenbo, @commander-krios, @clericofshadows, @westernlarch & @ficbrish, if you want, and of course anyone who wants to share ^^

[starwarjotta]

TAG GAME: EIGHT SHOWS TO GET TO KNOW ME

I was tagged by @santabarbara-skies (thank you!!!) so how could I resist doing this?

• let’s get the obvious one out of the way, Star Wars The Clone Wars (I could list most of the SW shows tbf but let’s stick with the one that I’m the most obsessed with) �� Stargate SG-1 - my beloved, my first introduction to scifi, and a show that has influenced me a lot througout my entire life, still holds up • Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood - I had a hardcore anime/mange phase at one point, this is one of the shows I still love so much • Arcane - IT IS SO GODDAMN PRETTY (I’ve wasted so many hours in that game so I’m very glad this show exists to compensate for some of the loss of sanity I experienced when I played) • Game of Thrones - I don’t wanna talk about it • 9-1-1, a recent new obsession • Dark - such a weird and confusing but also amazing show • Koko Suomi Leipoo, the Finnish version of The Greath British Bake Off. I love cooking and baking competition shows ffff

There’s honestly so many shows I could’ve chosen, I have so many favorites and so many shows I rewatch again and again and again because they’re just so good, but for this list I tried to choose some that I feel have really affected me or show different sides of me. I also cannot for the life of me just list stuff, I have to explain EVERYTHING.

Aaaaand I’m also awkward enough not to dare tag anyone, but please, anyone who wants to do this, do it!!

[chaniis-atlantis]

Thanks for the tag @annwayne !

All of these are posted on ao3 under the name Chaniis

NSFW paragraphs are tagged as such, but most of these have some explicit content somewhere

Something About You Feels Like Home - John Sheppard/Todd the Wraith

The first thing John noticed when he stepped through the Stargate was the scent. Woodsmoke danced on a chilled breeze that filled his nose and mouth with clarity when he inhaled. The Colonel could smell food. He could smell the sharp scent of crisp, autumn leaves. Everything about it relaxed him, and when he closed his eyes, he felt like a little kid again.

Che Cera, Cera - John/Todd

The Wraith walks along the halls of the Hive, passing by large, pulsing columns that help to keep the fantastical bundle of organic matter together. The mist, which hydrates the living organism that is the ship, has gathered heavily around his ankles. He feels the hum of the ship in the back of his mind. It’s agitated today, and the uneven beat of its being values him into the fact that it knows something he doesn’t.

Pretty Fucking [Blank] - NSFW John Sheppard/Evan Lorne

The latest man swipes his spent and rapidly softening cockhead on John Sheppard's waiting tongue. John flicks his tongue under it and stares up at him with eyes he knows are pretty because men tell him so when they fuck his throat.

Brazen - John/Todd

They understand each other now, he's sure of it. 

Across the Universe - John/Todd

“No, it's too dangerous. Not to mention completely against protocol.” Richard Woolsey, head of the Atlantis Expedition, stated from across the long, wide, and garish meeting table he’d brought with him from home.

The comment was directed at a Wraith, Todd, who stood with his arms crossed, a sharp-toothed grin across his grey-green face. The tall commander towered over almost all of John Sheppard’s team, excluding Ronan. The large Satedan had offered to keep the alien at gunpoint through the meeting. His one-of-a-kind weapon was set to stun, though John knew he wanted to set it to kill. Alongside him were two marines pointing their 5.56 mm Koch G36K firearms, ready to fire on John’s command.

An Extra Fifteen Minutes - Pre Slash John/Todd

Old age was like a curse, Sheppard realized as he and the Wraith stumbled through the thick forest on Koyla’s godforsaken planet. The ground was uneven and strewn with rocks and surfaced roots. Even though the sky was bright with the light of two moons and twinkling stars, the tree cover shrouded the way in darkness. Several times, he almost tripped, even at their relatively slow pace.

I Reach Out for Your Hand - John/Todd

The world came in like a slow, steady drip. First, the monotone beeping of a machine that stood out against muffled voices and the sharp but quiet ringing in his ears. He squinted his eyes open, searching for the source of the sounds, but he was immediately assaulted with light and snapped them shut. The word lurched; pain bloomed in the top of his head and tingled downward toward his neck. His heart raced as the feeling spread, like a dull fire, to limbs he couldn’t feel before. Down his arms to his fingers and over his legs so he could wiggle his toes

All Bets are Off - NSFW John/Todd

They tumble down a hill side, landing in a pile of soft foliage at the base of an ancient tree. The Wraith presses the human against the dirt, a low purr deep in the back of his throat as he brushes deadly teeth against the delicate cords of John’s neck. John squeezes his eyes shut, trying not to let his fingers, laced in the Wraith’s, betray his fear more than his heart already has. This Wraith is starving, even after the soldier’s, he’d eaten during their daring escape. A starving Wraith and a weak human do not mix well, no matter what John’s hopelessly hard cock has to say about it.

You Want It - John/Todd

John races across uneven ground, nearly slipping on the wet leaves that coat this canopied part of the forest. The blast of a Wraith stunner wizes past his temple and slams into a nearby tree. The red light shoots over its limbs and crackles out. John takes a sharp left, jumps over a rotting log, and darts behind an ancient tree, breathing hard. Jesus Christ.

But I Must Admit it, I Would Marry you in an Instant - John/Todd

He sensed John Sheppard coming down the hallway long before he opened the door. Wraith were like that; a careful ear pressed against the wall of a holding room could reveal so much about the ones who kept him prisoner. Todd heard the slap of Sheppard's feet against the City's floor, the unevenness of his breath, even the slight racing of his heart. Mostly, he sensed anticipation - and he knew what for.

NPT: @colonelshepparrrrd @chaos-monkeyy @anonmadsci @trainofcommand @mx-seraph

Creator Self-Promotion

Rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics you posted. If you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

"But K, I don't write but I still create can I still play?"

Post your last 10 pieces and give us a play by play. What was the inspiration? Any fun facts you can share with us?

Anyway let's get on with it

1. Fishing for Compliments - Merman!Crosshair x F!Reader

A sigh passed the young woman’s lips as the sun began to disappear beneath the waves. The waves rocked her quaint vessel as if it were a mother soothing her child. Her meal as well as a plate of identical food remained untouched as she kept her gaze to the depths. Every ripple of its surface a reminder of the mounting minutes that her company kept her waiting.

2. Drop Me a Line - Wrecker x F!Reader

The young woman stifled a yawn as she continued to work the mass of dough to her standards to be plopped into pans to bake. She continued working the dough sparing glances to the chrono on the wall as the sky outside began to lighten with the sunrise. Her pulse spiked when the chrono was checked again. She abandoned the lump of dough as she snatched up a pastry box. The bell chiming as the door opened and closed.

3. Budding Romance - Rex x F!Reader

“And you’re sure you’ll have them there.”

“A bit of faith would be nice, Anakin.”

4. Skin in the Game - Wrecker x OC (Rina) (18+ Please view responsibly)

Wrecker was on the hunt. Thankfully the Marauder held only a few spaces to hide away as he searched the ship. His target tucked away by the sensors. Vibroblade twirling between his fingers while his idle gaze stared at the screen. The demolitions expert took a breath, hoping to find answers.

5. Hair Support - Tup x Reader

The days of the Clone Wars tended to drag on in between assignments. Thankfully, the Republic saw it fit to dispatch your research team with a clone legion escort to ensure the lush jungle planet would not eat you and your colleagues alive. It was in the sweltering heat of the afternoon that one of your study binges was interrupted. You shook your head knowing who dared tread into your tent.

6. Interrogations - Echo x F!Reader (18+ Please view responsibly)

The former arc trooper sighed. Another fruitless attempt at slipping free of his bonds. The chair he was bound to chilled any amount of exposed skin. The room kept dark to prevent him from gathering his bearings. He bided his time, waiting for the tell-tale clicking of his keeper. It was a whisper at first but grew louder as the automatic doors parted.

7. Personal Tastes - Hunter x F!Reader

Strands of meat sizzled and spat as she flipped the tangled mass. Her work distracting from the pair of eyes watching you from the doorway. Her culinary tasks from the staccato chops of a knife to peppers to the accented clink of a mortar and pestle offered a calming tune.

8. Just This Once, Everyone Lives - Rex x Reader

Your bottom lip remained captured between your teeth as the speeder came to a stop. The building looming over the city streets twinkled in the night. A beacon for personnel to gather while dressed to the nines. A hand curled around yours, smoothing over your knuckles.

9. Keep Away - UniversityAU Wrecker x Reader

You filed out with your fellow undergrads as your last class for the afternoon let out. the professor's voice offering mention of the end of the first sprint. You traversed amongst the student body's current before veering off to a corridor. The current loosening its grasp the closer you ventured toward the sanctuary of paper and ink.

10. Nothing Fight - Crosshair x F!Reader

It could be easy to say Clone Force 99 had a culture separate from the sea of clones. Clone medics would be reassigned in the blink of an eye and nat born medics often assigned whoever pissed off the higher ups. This led to your current long term assignment. Having a medic on board being the main reason one of your patients was released to his squad early pending observations.

NPT - @photogirl894 @rain-on-kamino @tecker @techs-stitches @littlemissmanga @annwayne @fakegingerrights @merkitty49 @moodymisty @starrylothcat

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[arapydea]

Stargate Atlantis & Voltron: Legendary Defender are the same if you just squint hard enough

You know

A group of people find ancient alien technologie, travel through a wormhole into another galaxy, find a giant castle/city-ship and get sucked into a war against an evil alien race that has been reigning for 10.000 years.

Coincidence ??

Probably

But still interesting.

[hoarding-useful-stuff]

Hey Stargate fans, support a thing maybe?

www.savethegate.org

[twotales]

Counting On Him

Fandom: Stargate Atlantis

Characters: Radek Zelenka, Chuck

Rating: T

Word Count: 1663

Tags: Minor Violence, Memory Loss      

Note: Radek Zelenka during Tabula Rasa

Summary:

"Have you seen Zelenka?" Sheppard asked.

Lorne raised his brows, "As a matter a fact, I have.”

Sheppard released a breath, "Did you bring him to the mess hall?"

Lorne frowned, tilting his head up. "Uh, sorry, sir. But he gave us the slip. Must've heard us coming. Cracked one of my people over the head with a metal rod, and disappeared down a service hatch before I could get a shot off. There's no telling where he is now."    

Read on AO3

Radek blinked slowly, staring at his tablet screen. He looked at the empty lab, face screwing up in confusion. His eyes searched the room hoping something would jog his memory.  

His communicator buzzed. "Zelenka, this is Carter, come in.”  

Radek chewed his thumb, his brain terrifyingly blank. “Go ahead.”

“I'd like you to remove the main control crystal from the gate. We cannot risk spreading this disease anywhere else."

His mind sparked. Ah, that’s right. They were sick. "Yes, of course." He stood quickly, the sudden action making him dizzy. He gripped the table edge, tightening his eyes as the world spun. Once steady he made his way to the control room.

His head throbbed. He stopped and leaned against the wall, removing his glasses. He pinched his brow before rubbing a hand over his scruffy face. He placed his glasses back on and continued.

He nodded at Chuck as he passed him in the gate room. The man waved back cautiously, "Who are you?" Chuck asked.

Radek moved to the main console, pressing his communicator. "Someone must come to gate room and escort Chuck to the mess hall. He is not recognizing me."

"Be right there," Lorne responded.

Chuck squinted his eyes. He pointed at the panel Radek was opening. "I think that's important?" He said slowly.

Radek waved a hand at him. "Is okay Chuck. She told me to do this." He removed the control crystal, holding it by the case.

Chuck’s eyes locked on the crystal. "You're not supposed to remove that," He said vehemently.

Radek pursed his lips, backing away. "Chuck, you are confused. Uh - she,”   Radek rolled his hand, "Um-." What is her name? Radek shook his head. "Our leader instructed me to remove this."

Chuck frowned. "You're lying, you can't even remember her name."

Radek peered at him from over his glasses. "Can you?" Chuck flushed red, his hands curling into fists.

Radek held the case against his chest, continuing to back away. "Listen, you are sick. We all are." He raised his palm, “Please remain here until someone comes to fetch you."

Chuck stepped toward him quickly, "No. I-I don't believe you." He cornered Radek against one of the control desks, "Put it back."

Radek clenched his teeth. How dare, um… He wracked his brain. Chuck? Yes, yes, Chuck. How dare Chuck corner him.

Radek pushed the man away. Chuck stumbled back. Radek took off toward a transporter. He didn't have time for this. He was already losing his memory. He needed to get the crystal somewhere safe before he was completely gone.

Chuck regained his footing, running after him. Radek pressed the transporter screen just as Chuck reached the doors. He leaned back against the wall. His fingers flexed around the crystal’s casing.

He stepped out of the transporter, heading quickly toward an empty part of the city. He couldn't let anyone take it. He stopped at a fork in the hallway glancing down each side before heading left.

He needed to hide the crystal. Needed to make sure it stayed safe. He held the case to his chest with both hands. They were counting on him.

-

It's quiet. The corridors are empty. He isn’t quite sure where he is, the place seemed familiar and yet not. He continued forward, stopping at the end of the hall, glancing around warily before turning right.

He counted his steps between each doorway, then calculated the number of steps it took him from one end of the hall to the other. He had no reason for this compulsion. Just knew that the constant computation quelled his growing anxiety. He looked down the next hallway as he reached the end. So far, this place was quite static, the past three halls nearly identical.

He moved down the corridor, surprised as voices drifted toward him. He searched quickly before diving into an alcove. Hm, so he wasn't alone after all. He peeked around the corner, eyes landing on four men. Soldiers. Fear spiked through him as he glanced at the weapons strapped to their thighs. He regarded them warily, eyes running over them. He didn’t recognize the uniforms.

He cursed as one of them spotted him, taking off immediately. He was twenty steps away from the last door and if his calculations were correct, then the soldiers were about fifty steps behind him. He may just have enough time to hide. He slid the door open, eyes racing around as he moved to the middle of the room. He froze in terror at the sight of bare walls, nothing but a few building materials littered the floor. He swallowed thickly.

“Hey, Doc, what are you doing out here?”

He whipped around, backing up a few steps as his eyes landed on a soldier in the doorway. He tilted his head, blinking as the man's foreign words processed through his brain. Was he a doctor? He raised his brows. Were they friendly?

He focused on the soldier's face. He was pretty sure he didn't know this man. He squinted his eyes. There had to be a reason why he didn't remember him. He frowned. Although, at the moment, he wasn’t quite sure who he was either.

Had he been drugged? His eyes widened. Was the state employing new tricks? He backed up a step. His mind jumbled, a barrage of thoughts pelting his already aching head.

Why were soldiers after him? Were they still fleeing from Prague? He glanced around. Was that his memory? Or his fathers? His brows furrowed. What does father look like?

The soldier moving closer had his head snapping up. ”Nepřibližujte se!" He cried, backing away as his eyes searched the room. He shoved his tumultuous thoughts aside. He may not be able to remember his father's face but he could remember his warning. 'Je lepší mít se na a, než se nechat zajmout, mé dítě. Jen tak zůstaneš v bezpečí.' Yes, it is better to be wary.

The soldier shot him an empathetic look, his palms held toward him, “It’s okay Doc, you're just sick.”

He held a hand to his head as the words filtered through, his brain slowly deciphering them into something comprehensible. What language is this man speaking?

Two more soldiers showed up in the doorway. He took another step back. No, no, that is not okay. He backed up again, his foot hitting something metal. He peeked down at the floor before snapping his eyes back up, “Nechte mě na pokoji.” He growled.

“Relax Dr. Zelenka,” The man placated. “You’re just sick, alright?” The soldier took another step forward. "Please come with us."

No, no, no, he could not go with this man. He needed to hide, he needed to stay safe. People were counting on him. He wasn’t sure who. His family? Yes, that’s right, his family was counting on him. He bared his teeth, “zůstaňte vzadu.”

The other two soldiers moved closer, starting to surround him. “We’re just here to help.”

Kurva, what is that language? Something with an E, or G? He clenched his teeth. An A? He could feel it on the tip of his tongue. Anglický! His eyes widened. Anglický, English! “You stay back.” He yelled, eyes falling on a hatch in the wall.

“We promise you’re safe.” The soldier on his left said, moving between him and the hatch.

His lip curled. Cutting off his escape route? No, these were not friends. He slit his eyes, snatching up the metal pole. He struck the soldier, knocking him to the side. He dodged around the stumbling man, running to the hatch and wrenching it open.

“Dr. Zelenka!”

He glanced back. A fourth soldier entered the room, wielding a strange weapon at him. Clearly not friends. He slid his weapon in before diving inside, one of the soldier's arms reaching through, grasping at him.

“Dr. Zelenka!”

The men must have been too large to fit or surely he would have been followed. He glanced down the way he had come. He gasped in fear at his blurred vision before remembering to place his glasses back on. He sighed in relief.

He forced himself to keep moving, only stopping when he could no longer hear their cries. He leaned up against the wall, sliding slowly to the floor. One hand pressed to his chest, trying to quell the frantic beat of his heart.

His breath came out in harsh pants, the heat steaming up his glasses. He removed them, cleaning the lenses before using his sleeve to wipe the sweat off his face.

A burst of static sounded, “Zelenka, this is Sheppard. Come in.”

He snapped to the left, “Who is there?” His shaking hands slid down to grip the metal pole as he stared into the empty darkness. Is he hearing voices? He blinked rapidly. Could he be going insane? He took a deep breath. No, no, he heard someone.

The need was more than pure survival. He'd been there before, knew deep down that he could recognize the difference. No, he absolutely could not be taken. He had been tasked with something important and regardless of the massive holes in his memory, three thoughts came in with perfect clarity.

He grasped at his ear, fingers brushing something foreign. He held the object between his thumb and forefinger looking it over in confusion. Some sort of communication device?

His eyes widened. They might be tracking him right now. He threw it down the shaft before heading in the opposite direction. His knuckles whitened as his hand tightened over the rod. He had to keep moving. He would not allow himself to be taken.

He must hide. Must stay safe. His family is counting on him.

-

Translations:

Nepřibližujte se : Don’t come any closer.

Je lepší mít se na pozoru, než se nechat zajmout, mé dítě. Jen tak  zůstaneš v bezpečí.: It is better to be wary than to be captured, my child. It is the only way to stay safe.

Nechte mě na pokoji. : Leave me alone.

zůstaňte vzadu: Stay back.

Anglický: English.

[sleepyowlwrites]

AU tag game

tagged an unspecified amount of time ago (I mean, I could check but I don't wanna) by @writingonesdreams probably because she knows that this is exactly the kind of thing I love to do and then I half proved her wrong by not doing the tag for an unspecified amount of time. but I'm here now, which is what counts. I hope.

Rules: I dare you to make an AU of a WIP on the spot and fill in the following intro categories

AU title: space archeological expedition

Setting: a planet that has long since been abandoned due to a global seismic event that released toxins into the air which have now been neutralized by time and nature coming back.

Concept:

nobody really signed up for this gig, except for Hawk, who absolutely signed up for this gig and halfway said that yes, he did have a crew available to be his helpers and vehicle. the agency was super backed up what with the neutrality agreement on Dazna set to expire that year, so all available archeological teams were being sent there to study until then. Hawk has been trying to get to Ostinar for years, since he signed up at the agency when he was 16. he's not going to throw away this chance.

Rune has a spacecraft and a seemingly limitless supply of credits and also time, so he wheedles her into being his mode of transport. Yarrow loves seeing new places so it wasn't hard to convince him, plus he makes a decent archeologist. Moss has finally given up on paying back his dad's debts himself and took out a loan from Rune, so wherever she goes, he goes. Shadow is not fond of small spacecraft but he needs to get off this planet for a while. Copper literally is an archeologist who is also not that interested in Dazna, but did have to talked into spending an entire three months on a project so far from home.

Jet has issues. with Hawk, specifically, but he has more issues with wealthy Ra'das that he keeps getting into fights with, so he'll come along if Hawk can keep his mouth shut. he can't, but once they're on mission, the others can keep them in line. probably.

Ostinar is the dream. Hawk can't wait to get there and finally find facts to back up or (hopefully not) destroy the legends about the planet's history. that there were beings who could shape earth and mold souls. that there were questions answered and truths revealed. that there were treasures hidden in labyrinths. there is so much to learn, so much Hawk wants to rediscover.

it's going to be amazing.

Aesthetics: primary colors in desaturated hues, deep blackness of space, the inherent loneliness of sharing a ship with someone you think you hate, shiny science fiction against the wildest kinds of nature, stargate expedition vibes for sure, now that I think about it

Tiny scene/line:

Ostinar smells like coming back home, and Hawk feel so certain he belongs on this planet that it's honestly freaking him out a little.

His crew - his crew - have already set up camp, the inflatable expansion from Rune's cargo bay proving to be study enough against the atmosphere. Hawk's equipment says that the air is perfectly safe to breathe, but they still keep drifting back inside the shelter. They're getting used to things, but how they could sit indoors while such beauty is right outside escapes him. Hawk could stare at the landscape for hours, and at some point he thinks he really might. He forces himself to move and get to work.

There's nothing particularly amazing about Ostinar on the surface. It's rugged and overgrown, with strangely shaped hills and ancient towers looming in the distance, the surrounding flora attempting to strangle the stone. Hawk has seen a dozen planets with a similar aesthetic, of the wilds invading where civilization used to be. Ostinar isn't special just to look at.

But it does smell like coming home, and Hawk realizes with uneasy delight that maybe there are some legends he doesn't want to be true.

okay! I did it. and I did really make all of it up on the spot. @viskafrer @moonlitinks @darlingsmoon @mr-writes @asomeoneperson OR ANYBODY

[lothrilzul]

2022 brought loads of new interesting stuff and content in my life. I won’t talk about the war special military operation going on next door because I’m not here to be stressed out.

Behold, lots of exclamation marks

2022 started slowly with Fallout on eco burner. My love for Paladin Danse is forever and unrelenting.

Book of Boba Fett! Ming-Na! Loved her in ER, Universe and Stargate, and now as Fennec. Extra cameo at the end!

Obi-wan Kenobi! Ewan McGregor, stellar as ever. My first platonic love, still going strong. Shame he didn’t get enough recognition for his portrayal in the early 2000′s and I’m glad the fans could reach both him and Hayden at last. It was so good so see them in their roles again. The last episode hurt so much it was so good.

Then in August we decided to finally finish Divinity Original Sin 2 with my Hubbo. That meant starting a new character, because we forgot like everything. 

Then I learned there was romance in D:OS2. That lead to a quick spiral with Ifan ben-Mezd. I already liked his character since the first time we played, at first I picked him as follower, second time I mained him, and now I picked him again, but accidentally triggered a romance dialogue and rolled with it. I’m glad I did. So worth it. I was robbed 4 years of Wolf Husband content.

Then I finally caught up with House of the Dragon. I started binging it the week the last episode came out because there was no way I’d wait that many weeks. I loved the structure of the series and how it knew exactly how much to serve. The experience felt like I’m watching fanfic. (Obi-wan, too, btw.) I didn’t really like either side, both the greens and blacks have good and bad people. And I know how it ends. However I understand their problems and see why they do what they do. I’m still not a fan of either Daemon or Rhaenyra, but for some inexplicable reason I imprinted on damned Aemond. I didn’t want to like him. I also adore Halaena. And let’s not forget Harwin Strong, the daddest dad to ever dad. And Rhaenys. True queen.

My new debilitating love for Ifan naturally led to a cursory search on AO3 for Ifan content. It’s scarce. So I read what was up my alley and decided to trying my hand at writing one. I think it’s 50% done now at 20k-ish words.

Also, I found a multifandom fic with some Dragon Age characters along with Ifan. Namely Alistair and Blackwall. Then I got Blackwall recommended if I liked Ifan. (I don’t dare tag you friend but you know it’s you.)

So, I asked Hubbo to get me Dragon Age. I was dreading to start, the whole religious aspect was a bit much for me. But I decided to dredge through the intrigue for the romances and story. TBH I knew some elements of the story, because I watched Hubbo play a few years back, but I never really cared. I remembered Morrigan because he romanced her. I was also very much spoiled throughout the story so it was really time to get a coherent experience.

Naturally, I started with Origins. I was pre-conditioned to go for Alistair and I am glad I did. He’s such a dork. I love him so much. Couldn’t harden him or make him king. My Cousland stayed with him until other orders came from above. At that point, I knew I would do anything to keep Alistair safe. Even break my own heart later.

I decided to go for Zevran next game. Maybe Morrigan, once, but I need the perfect character for that.

Then, Awakening. I was glad I could keep my Warden from Origins, so Cousland rolled into her new arling only for me to be shocked in the first quest. Hubbo never played this. I didn’t knew Anders was there. Nor did I know who Justice was. I had second-hand Corypheus flashbacks from the Architect. Like, vibez.

I loved every Warden recruit! (except Oghren. I didn’t like him in Origins, but he was not much better here) Especially Nathaniel Howe! I grew fond of my arch enemy’s son rather quickly. He was the only one I maxed out I think because I ran out of game. Anders was close second tho. Shame I found Sigrun last.

Naturally, next step was Dragon Age 2. I burned through Kirkwall in a week. It was a blast. Heh. I wanted to romance Fenris, but I decided to go for Anders because then I would have an easier time in Here Lies the Abyss. Or so I thought. My purple Hawke grew on me. Her relationship with Anders grew on me. It was always supposed to be a slightly pro-mage playthrough, but at the end I decided to go all in. Hawke has had enough. And I knew I’d be in a pit of despair soon.

I also made sure to max Fenris out, because I need the best friend.

So, here comes Inquisition. I’m only, what, eight years late. I set out to romance Blackwall, because, recommendation. First experience was underwhelming, but he worked his way up quickly. I’m not finished with the game or the romance yet, I didn’t even travel to the Winter Palace yet. But I kissed the sad bear enough for him to say he could get used to it. Good, do that. (I’m not at his personal revelation part yet.)

I did Here Lies the Abyss. I was like, I need to tear this band-aid off ASAP. I saved Alistair and left Alma behind, as I previously planned, but man... I wouldn’t want to be near Anders when he hears about it. The game really served me with a below-the-belt-punch for that decision by Varric’s tale. I cried like 4 different times after it and it was only 5 days ago. I’m broken. It was supposed to be my expendable Hawke. It was supposed to be least resistance. 

Oh, yeah. Varric. I grew rather fond of my charismatic friend and I’m damn broken I made him hurt like that. 

Cassandra is my bestie. Dorian is close too. And I adore Crem. He’s the best.

Later playthroughs I want to see Cullen’s romance, and possibly either Solas or Cassandra. Or Dorian. But that’s like 5 games. Whole lotta time.

I think that’s it? Quite a list, I always thought there’s nothing new this year can bring, but here I am with like 5 new boyfriends and 2 new heartbreaks. At minimum.

[stargatelov3r]

A Moment Of Peace

Fandom: Stargate Atlantis

Relationships: Teyla Emmagan/Elizabeth Weir

Words: 1228

Summary: After the events in "The Gift", Teyla has some things to get off her chest and ends up in Elizabeth's quarters to talk.

Notes: This is my first time writing for Elizabeth/Teyla. I recently fell into this shipping hole and I wanted to write for them for a while now. I was so excited that I finally dared to write for them that I couldn't wait for a beta to wake up so here we go! Hope you enjoy!

(read on ao3)

(I’m tagging @havocthecat for being pretty much the reason that i posted this now. so... um... thank you!!!)

A Moment Of Peace

Atlantis was calm at this time of night, the sun had set hours ago and the sky was spotted with millions of stars, their twinkling undisturbed by the moon that had sunken into the wide ocean. Despite the late hour Elizabeth was unable to sleep. Even after several months on Atlantis she sometimes had trouble getting used to the three hours more that each day on Lantea brought, even if it was exactly what she had wished for for so long. After a few stern looks that Carson had shot her in her office, reminding her to get some sleep, she had made her way to her quarters, now she sat on the windowsill, her mind deeply buried in the latest reports that one of the offworld teams had just sent in. Her head jolted up when the door chimed, her mind immediately alarmed that it might be an emergency.

“Come in,” she called and got up from her place at the window. Teyla entered, wearing her red civilian jacket and a troubled expression on her face. Her arms were crossed in front of her chest, as if she was hiding something, or holding something back.

“Doctor Weir, I hope I’m not disturbing you. I know it’s late.”

“Don’t worry, Teyla.” Elizabeth smiled. “I wasn’t exactly sleeping.” Teyla standing in her quarters wearing her usual clothes could only mean that Carson released her from the infirmary where she had spent the last few hours recovering from the experiments done with her as they tried to connect her mind with the Wraith to learn more about their plans for Atlantis. 

The grim thought at the back of her mind about the Wraith being less than a week away from the city tried to break forward but Elizabeth quickly pushed it back. Now was not the time to worry about that. Now she could take a few minutes to talk to Teyla. “How are you feeling?” she asked.

“Much better. Doctor Beckett allowed me to return to my quarters for the night, but-” She stopped mid sentence, her gaze wandering through Elizabeth’s sparsely decorated quarters, as if the rest of her sentence could be found in one of the corners.

“Is there anything I can help you with, Teyla?” Elizabeth asked and made an inviting gesture for the woman to sit down on the windowsill.

They sat down facing each other, however, Teyla avoided her apprehensive look, keeping her eyes trained on the hands in her lap. “I was on my way to my quarters, when I realized that I had to talk to you first. I came here to apologize.”

“Apologize for what?” Elizabeth asked.

Teyla took a deep breath, straightened her back and finally met Elizabeth’s eyes. “For creating such an aggressive and dangerous situation earlier in the infirmary. I already apologized to Doctor Beckett for injuring him, I haven’t had the chance to talk to John yet, I owe him an apology as well. And if Sergeant Bates hadn’t stunned me I would have-”

“Teyla,” Elizabeth interrupted her calmly, putting a hand on the Athosian’s knee. “There is no need to apologize. You did nothing wrong. It is me who should apologize for proposing these experiments and for letting you go through with it. We had no idea the Wraith could do such things to you, and through you. But whatever you- they did, it doesn’t matter now. Nobody was seriously hurt and we were able to get the situation under control. It was not your fault.”

Teyla swallowed heavily, her hand covering Elizabeth’s hand and for a moment the only sound came from the waves endlessly washing against the walls of Atlantis.

“I don’t remember most of what I did when the wraith took control over my body.” Teyla spoke into the silence, her voice heavier than usual. “But I remember the expression on your face when I walked towards you. And I remember the feeling… the feeling of what the wraith that had possessed me wanted to do to you.” She clutched Elizabeth’s hand as if she had to make sure that Elizabeth was still here, safe and unharmed.

“Teyla-”

“I feel as if I betrayed you. As if I betrayed your trust.”

“You have done nothing of that kind,” Elizabeth assured her, struck by the way this last day had affected Teyla. “My trust in you has not changed. All that has changed is that my respect for you has grown even more. I know how difficult it is to lead a group of people, but I can’t imagine how you must feel after everything we found out about you and your ancestors.” By the change on Teyla’s face she could see that she was still fighting with the shame of having the DNA of her worst enemy in her own body, even though there was nothing that she could have done to change that. “And I want you to know that I don’t see you in a different light because of what is in your DNA.”

A sudden urge made her lift her other hand and cup Teyla’s face and brush her thumb over her cheek. “We are going to figure out a way on how to deal with this, and if that means that we go on as before, so be it. What you have, Teyla, is a gift, like your father said. Knowing where it comes from doesn’t make you less Athosian.” She paused, suddenly aware of how close they were. She could feel the heat of Teyla’s body, the movement of the air as Teyla breathed slowly in and out… “Everything that happened today was under my command, and I am truly sorry for what I put you through. I know you wanted to try to connect with the Wraith yourself but I should have called it off, for your sake. But that is too late now, what's done is done. And there is nothing that you need to blame yourself for, okay?”

Teyla smiled for the first time in a few days, and it was this beautiful bright smile that made Elizabeth realize that her concern for Teyla was not just because Teyla was a member of her expedition and a valued member of Sheppard’s team, as well as an important embassador when it came to exploring this galaxy. She also cared for Teyla in a different way, in a way that would make it even harder for Elizabeth if something should happen to her. Seeing her here in her quarters after the events in the infirmary, seeing her smile was one of the most beautiful sights Elizabeth laid her eyes on in weeks. A smile tucked at the corner of her mouth, and suddenly everything seemed a bit brighter, her quarters, the city outside the window, the night sky… A moment later she felt Teyla’s lips connecting with her own, making her heart stumble and her stomach release a hundred butterflies.

The kiss was brief but beautiful, and both women smiled as they rested their foreheads against each other’s as soon as they broke apart. There was a moment of peace where it seemed like they were the only two people awake in Atlantis, sitting on the windowsill in one of Atlantis’ best quarters, overlooking the city that sparkled in the night, mirroring the stars in the sky.