#off to dream about SG-1

[stargatesg-1obsessed]

Did I just finish re-watching Stargate SG-1? Yes. Have I had the biggest urge to start another re-watch all day yesterday? Yes. Yes I have.

I’d been thinking about it all day, then my mum called me on her way back from my grandparents telling me how she thinks we’ve watched too much Stargate, because she saw a piece of string on the floor, and her first thought was that it was gonna infect/infest (whatever I can’t think of her exact words right now) her. Then she realised that this is the real world and it was a piece of string 😂 I’d been feeling sad like all day(had some bad news) and that just really cheered me up.

Then I couldn’t stop thinking about wanting to re-watch it, and I told her and she was like, “well we could restart it,” and I was like, “that’s true.” We didn’t end up watching it yesterday, but I really want to. Though we just finished it, so I dunno..

I feel like Stargate is such a pick me upper show, because I know what’s going to happen, if there’s an episode we don’t like, we skip it, and I can just enjoy it. Stargate is the only show that actually ever has my full attention. Normally when we watch shows I’m on my phone at the same time because I have the attention span of a wet rock, but s1-s8 of Stargate SG-1 has my full attention. Not s9 and 10’s biggest fan. It’s better than I remember, but it’s still not that interesting. Plus, Jack isn’t in every single episode and it’s just not good enough. I miss Jack 😔

Also I feel like the nostalgia I’m gonna get from the first ep is gonna be strongggg. I’ll just be sat there thinking, “oh you’re all such babies, and you have no idea what’s coming for you :D”.

Anyways, almost 2am rant over. Gonna try and hint my way into a re-watch tomorrow.

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𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭:

⋆˚✿˖° — fluff ㅤ/ ⛈ — angst / 🌶 — smut / 𐙚 — suggestive / 🗡— yandere last updated: 14.01.2025

ㅤ[would you still love me if i was a worm?] ⋆˚✿˖°

[optimus comforts you] ⋆˚✿˖° / ⛈

[domestic fluff with holoform!optimus <3] ⋆˚✿˖°

🗡 obsessed!optimus fics:

[optimus likes to stare at you] 🗡/ ⛈

[optimus has a dream about you] 🗡/ ⛈ / 𐙚

[your business trip] 🗡 / ⛈

[you realize your feelings for him]

[optimus cuddles with you <3] 🗡/ ⋆˚✿˖° / ⛈

if not for you 🗡/ ⋆˚✿˖°

I could be mom 🌶

megop oiled up under your christmas tree 𐙚 / ⋆˚✿˖°

rhapsody in red ⛈ / 🗡

🗡 obsessed!optimus asks:

[horny!optimus] 𐙚

[overprotective]

[cockblocked by decepticons] 𐙚

[daydreaming + his fav country songs] ⛈ / 𐙚

[optimus is very blunt with you, at first]

[optimus tries to impregnate you with his mind 💀] 🗡/ 𐙚

[optimus finds you hurt after a fight + why i don't call him a yandere] ⛈

[fanart <3]

[optimus watches you sleep at the base]

[pet names] ⋆˚✿˖°

[you touch him for the first time]

[optimus drives past your house]

[optimus watches you admiring yourself in the reflection of his paint job]

[optimus being jealous]

[optimus being a gilf]

[you kiss him while wearing lipstick, ratchet notices the marks]

[obsessed!optimus vs obsessed!megatron concept]

[parent!reader]

[optimus and megatron share you after the war]

[obsessed!megop x reader headcannons]

optimus showing off like a bird

sg!optimus headcannons 𐙚

autobot trinity sharing you

🗡obsessed!orion fics:

[obsessed!orion pax concept] 🗡

[where were you] 🗡/ ⋆˚✿˖°

[valveplug - sub!orion x dom!reader] 🌶 / 🗡/ ⋆˚✿˖°

can't get enough ⋆˚✿˖°

general valveplug headcannons 🌶

[obsessed!ratchet x human!reader] 🗡 / ⛈

[obsessed!ratchet vs obsessed!knockout]

autobot trinity sharing you

I could be sex 🌶 / 🗡 / ⛈

obsessed!synth-en!ratchet headcannons

autobot trinity sharing you

share your mouthful 🗡 / ⋆˚✿˖° / 𐙚

[obsessed!megatron vs obsessed!optimus concept]

[parent!reader]

[step-sire megatron]

[megatron and optimus share you after the war]

[megatron and soundwave sharing you headcannons]

[obsessed!megop x reader headcannons]

[obsessed!megatron vs obsessed!starscream]

[megatron trying to seduce you like male birds do]

megop oiled up under your christmas tree 𐙚 / ⋆˚✿˖°

rhapsody in red ⛈ / 🗡

[starscream wakes you up to see the sunrise] ⋆˚✿˖° / ⛈

[angel] 🌶 / 🗡

[obsessed!starscream vs obsessed!megatron]

rhapsody in red ⛈ / 🗡

bed into you 🌶 / 🗡 / ⛈

yandere!starscream general heacannons

bloodflood - [part 1] [part2] [part 3] 🗡/ ⛈ / ⋆˚✿˖°

[soundwave and megatron sharing you headcannons]

soundwave showing off like a bird

[commensalism] 🗡/ ⛈ / 𐙚

[obsessed!knockout vs obsessed!ratchet]

knockout showing off like a bird

valveplug headcannons 🌶

general obsessed!predaking headcannons 🗡/ 🌶

[quill-firefly]

The Prime from Another Universe - Chapter 1 (SG TFOne AU)

And this is how I cope after those storyboards.

I am coping by making a new Shattered Glass AU series.

I never said it was a healthy coping mechanism lmao

This is different from "Did I Ever Really Know You?" and "Shattered Reflections" since this one is primarily inspired by the storyboard actually showing that D-16 had the dream of going on an off world expedition (which broke my heart). Actually, the entire storyboard broke my heart.

And while it's weird that I'm coping by writing Shattered Glass, it's my comfort continuity and I really really love Shattered Glass Megatron.

He just wanted to go on an off world expedition, damn it. I'm letting him fly skskskks

Also! Huzzah, finally POVs that aren't just Megatron or Optimus.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61988845/chapters/158518177

In his many cycles as Commander of the High Guard, Starscream has had to deal with many issues.

He had handled traitors and defectors.

He had handled wars.

He had handled the worst of the thirteen Primes.

He had kept those under his command alive on the surface for fifty cycles after their self-exile from Iacon.

He had - though with the help of the Autobots and the Prime - stopped the fighting between Cybertronians and the Quintessons.

Somehow, all of those pale in comparison to his current dilemma.

“Megatron… your visits are always welcome… but, please explain, who is that?”

Honestly, it was as though the universe itself had conspired to give him a sparkling on top of his duties as a Commander.

But Megatron was not a sparkling.

Though his choices at times really made Starscream consider whether the mech had hit his helm too many times during his period as a miner.

Starscream let out a vent as he approached the white-framed mech who struggled to hold an unconscious Prime. Megatron had slung one of the Prime’s arms over his shoulder pad, a servo gripping at the other mech’s waist to keep him from collapsing.

“Did you send him through a space bridge?”

Another thing about Megatron that reminded Starscream of a sparkling is the blatant disrespect he usually showed his elders.

Trying to keep his processor from overheating as his question was left unanswered, Starscream chose to give the younger mech his response. “No. The Prime must have used the space bridge himself, though why he wanted to go off world is beyond me.”

Megatron’s blue optics flickered towards the unconscious mech, “I found him on a desolate planet.”

“You couldn’t have left him there? He could return to Iacon on his own.” Starscream tried not to roll his optics, it was unbecoming - even if he at times wanted to show the same level of attitude that Megatron showed him.

“He looked injured and…” The white mech bit his bottom derma, gesturing with his free servo at the Prime. “His paint, it’s different. I don’t see the crack in the headlights either.”

“He got a repaint and new repairs, so what?” He knew where this conversation was going.

When he had agreed to let Megatron go off world after they had defeated the Quintessons, he thought the ache in his processor would finally go away. Somehow, the young mech has found new ways to give Starscream a sparkattack.

“I was hoping you could spare some medical supplies… just until he onlines again.” Megatron’s voice was low, vocoder straining with the weight of his words. “I would have taken him to Iacon but…”

“They’ll kill you on the spot, I know.” Starscream shook his helm, gesturing for Megatron to enter the Decepticon base. “We will give him medical assistance, then we need to remove him from the base for the safety of everyone.”

He shouldn’t be allowing this.

Megatron was lucky that Starscream had quite the softspark for him.

—

“Negative: Nope.”

“Soundwave, what do you mean ‘nope’?!”

“Repeat: this is not Optimus Prime. My cameras don’t lie, Starscream. Prime’s still in Iacon plotting his next evil move.” Soundwave shrugged his shoulder pads, relaxed despite the strange situation. He turned to look over at the unconscious mech currently restrained on the medical berth.

He had to say, the blue was definitely a better color on him than the purple.

Oh right, Starscream wanted him to focus.

“Declaration: Whoever Megs picked up, this is not the Prime we know.” He thought about it more. “Question: Hey, you think the Prime has a twin or something?”

“As if one Prime isn’t bad enough.” Starscream grumbled, placing a servo on the medical berth. His blue optics were closed tight, and from where Soundwave stood, he could almost hear the cogs turning in the other mech’s processor.

“Joke: Calm down, we wouldn’t want you to get checked over by the medics either.” Soundwave let out a small laugh, which earned him a glare from Starscream. “Suggestion: We wait until this mech’s awake and ask him who he is.”

“That’s precisely what we’ll do. We’ll need to keep him restrained until we can determine his threat level. I’ll assign a member to watch over him. Until then…” Underneath the visor, Soundwave’s optics followed as Starscream began to pace the length of the medical bay. “Where’s Megatron?”

“Answer: Outside. You told him he wasn’t allowed to come in until you gave the order.” Honestly, he found it adorable how protective Starscream was over the younger mech. Unbeknownst to his commander, Soundwave kept a lot of videos of the two’s interactions. If Starscream wasn’t going to save the memories, then Soundwave would. “Suggestion: Maybe stop being overprotective. Megs can handle himself.”

“I am not overprotective!” He could almost see the smoke rising from Starscream’s helm. “I just think he should stay away from Primes considering his past relationship with one!”

“Answer: Whatever you say, commander.” He moved past Starscream, reaching for the door button, the door panels sliding open immediately.

He dodged just in time to avoid the incoming collision.

As predicted, Megs toppled over to the ground.

Soundwave knew the younger mech would have been leaning against the door. He took great pride in knowing that Megs took an interest in surveillance.

Shame he chose to go off world, Soundwave would have liked to take on another apprentice.

“I volunteer! I brought him here so I can keep guard.”

“No.”

Soundwave turned his visor back to Starscream.

“Recall: My suggestion.”

“Soundwave, I am not listening to your suggestion.”

Megatron stood back up on his pedes, his blue optics wide with determination.

“Commander Starscream.”

That caught both their attention.

Soundwave was surprised. He never thought he’d hear Megatron address Starscream like that.

“He’s my responsibility, and I’m the one who asked the High Guard for this favor.” The young mech placed a servo on his chassis, his voice leaving no room for argument. “I will keep watch.”

—

When was the last time he had watched Pax in recharge?

That felt like another lifetime ago.

Megatron rested his helm on the medical berth.

This close, he could brush a servo against Pax’s face.

In recharge, he could almost pretend this was Pax.

Deep in his spark, he knew that mech was long gone.

But… this wasn’t Optimus Prime.

He had heard everything between Soundwave and Starscream.

The real Prime was in Iacon.

So who was this?

Megatron closed his optics, recalling the memory of when he’d first encountered the strange mech.

He didn’t know how far he had been from Cybertron.

He never really charted down the planets he had visited or the stars he had encountered.

Megatron had only wanted to spend his cycles off world, far from the conflict that plagued Cybertron.

Far from Optimus Prime.

Far from the mech he once loved.

It was selfish, but Pax would have encouraged that.

All he had ever wanted was to go off world.

So, after he had replicated transformation technology…

After he had gained his flying-alt… 

After the war with the Quintessons… he did.

He had seen many strange sights on his travels, finding remnants of the thirteen Primes’ war with other civilizations.

Occasionally, he would return to Cybertron to visit the High Guard and restock on energon, but most of the time he was off world.

On this particular journey, he had stumbled upon a desolate planet with a space bridge. A remnant of some forgotten war between Cybertronians and what lifeform had once existed there.

Megatron had taken a moment to rest, leaning his backplate against the space bridge. It was then that he realized that the metal was hot, as though it had been recently used. He had scoured the nearby area and found the unconscious mech.

He had been terrified at first, as the mech looked like Prime, just in blue.

Then he took in the extent of the damage on the other mech’s frame, feeling a spark of pity.

He used to love him.

He had known that Starscream wouldn’t turn him away if he asked for a favor.

And he wasn’t about to let Optimus die on a desolate planet by himself.

Megatron had carried the unconscious mech over to the space bridge, typing out the coordinates for the nearest one to the Decepticon base.

And now they were both here.

Was this a punishment from Primus? It wouldn’t surprise him if it was since the god seemed to really despise him and only him.

If Starscream hadn’t reacted to the other mech’s presence, Megatron would have thought he was being haunted by a ghost.

Though, why the ghost was blue instead of purple, he didn’t know.

Giving in to the urge, he brushed a servo against the other mech’s faceplate.

“Who are you?”

As soon as his digits brushed against the metal, the mech’s optics flew open.

Two pairs of blue optics stared at one another.

Then they both screamed.

—

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, bossbot. I saw it with my own optics, D-16 came out of the space bridge with an injured mech. I was unable to get close enough but the mech didn’t appear to be anyone from the High Guard.” He could hear the disinterest in Bee’s voice, but Optimus deigned to ignore it. “Must have found an off worlder mech. Didn’t know those existed.”

“Hm.”

It was a good enough dismissal.

He heard the other mech’s fading steps behind him, the door panels shutting open and close as he was left alone in his quarters once more.

After the war with the Quintessons, the strained truce between Iacon and the banished High Guard inevitably snapped.

He acknowledged that the Quintessons were the greater threat, but Optimus Prime would not allow the High Guard to continue existing after the crimes they had committed against Cybertronians and for daring to question his authority as Prime.

For selfish reasons, he couldn’t let the High Guard exist after they had stolen his conjunx from him.

The civil war continues on, and he won’t stop until he has the helm of every High Guard member displayed on a pike for all Cybertronians to see.

And not until he gets his conjunx back.

Optimus should thank that offworlder once he formally meets them. After all, they had unknowingly brought Dee back to Cybertron.

Knowing Dee and his softspark tendencies, he would stay on Cybertron until the mech was fully recovered, which gave Optimus more time to capture his conjunx.

He had nearly stormed the High Guard base himself when he had heard the circulated rumors that Dee had gone off world.

Optimus hadn’t believed it at first.

Dee was not a selfish mech.

While he had told him, back when Optimus was still Orion Pax, that his hope was to go off world and see the stars, Dee had brushed it off as nothing more than a dream. 

They were miners, they couldn’t have dreams.

Pax had felt sorry for him.

Then he was angry on his behalf.

Still, Optimus didn’t think Dee would ever try to achieve his dream.

Such a selfless mech.

Then the civil war waged on, and Optimus realized that he hadn’t seen Dee in several astroweeks.

He had sent some surveillance mechs over to the Decepticon base.

The rumors were true.

Dee had left Cybertron.

Had left him.

But that didn’t matter.

His conjunx had come back. 

Not for him, but he knew a good opportunity when he saw one.

Once he had Dee back, well, it wouldn’t be a good reunion.

For one, Optimus would have to snap those blue wings in half.

He couldn’t have his conjunx flying off without him.

He won’t take much pleasure from grounding his conjunx, but that should send a message through Dee’s thick helm that he could never leave his Prime.

Optimus would grant him the right to fly once Dee proved himself loyal.

Now…

He had plans to make.

[tanadrin]

Last night I dreamed I was a member of a Stargate SG team (as from the show Stargate SG-1), but one in an unusual situation. You see, I had been a wide-eyed and enthusiastic young biologist on her first mission, when an alien creature attacked me. This creature had an unusual life cycle that apparently late in life involved using one of its mouths to partially devour prey, which it subsequently formed a sort of symbiotic fusion with. The evolutionary advantage of this was unclear.

The creature was sentient, and remorseful when it realized it had attacked a sentient creature, but that didn’t help me much: I was now fused to him, a head and part of a torso sticking out of one of his mouths. I could feel his legs move when he walked, and I had control of one of his pairs of arms (the more delicate inner pair), but most of the rest of my body had been dissolved, and I tried not to think about it too much. We were friends, and I respected his great age and wisdom, and he regarded me with a kind of paternal affection. But it was certainly a strange arrangement: he couldn’t release me without dying himself, and I would have been in pretty bad shape if he did. Fortunately he was able to get a commission with the SGC so we could still participate in the Stargate program.

The dream actually started with us looking on as Tealc fought Arkad at the climax of S10E17 “Talion.” It ended with my alien host helping me find a bunch of Magic: The Gathering cards that someone had stolen from me. It was one of those dreams with a lot of weird body stuff in it: there was one moment where my alien friend was watching a video on the internet of someone afflicted with a disease that caused fresh, delicious dumplings to grow all over their body. They were lying in a hospital bed, covered in these dumplings, but they were also plucking them off and selling them, as a way to make the most of their strange situation.

(The dream after that was on what are, for my dreams, more usual themes—a spaceship whose corridors were claustrophobically narrow, and a Moriarty-style hologram of Barack Obama promising revenge.)

[therewasatale]

work while asleep

On Ao3.

Based on prompt.

Being a soldier had its ups and downs – some days will always haunt him on the downs; but the memories of the people he helped and saved in exchange made it worthwhile.

There were orders he had to follow.

Being a colonel had even more responsibilities than a non-command role, more lives to protect, more people to lose.

And there were also orders he had to give.

After he came back from retirement, - after he regained his rank and found himself at Stargate Command - he had to realize that being a soldier and a colonel - in this situation - was a great deal different from before.

First, he was the leader of the SG-1; a permanent team, and they were explorers in the whole universe. Soldier yes but also explorers, pathfinder and, if the occasion called for it, a diplomat – although, Daniel and Carter would have argued about the existence of his diplomatic skills.

And even after everything, he never could get used having to watch over the two geniuses who sometimes forgot to take care of themselves. Smarter than him, and yet sometimes they made some of the dumbest decisions - like not sleeping before a mission because of a new goa'uld technology, or forgetting the time because another found inscription related to Earth's mythology, and almost staying behind on an alien planet for any other exciting reasons.

Maybe this was how the world balances out everything, thought O'Neill as he stopped in front of the door.

"Daniel?" He knocked on the door slowly.

The archaeologist had to be here, just 14 hours ago SG-5 brought home some recordings about old wall paintings that seemed to be Goa'uld related.

However, there was only silence.

"Daniel?" He knocked again with a bit more force, but again, there was no answer.

He listened, his hand resting on the doorknob.

There was an instinct in the back in his mind - it came from his soldier past, and from the many missions he chose not to talk about. A tiny worrying thought that he couldn't get rid of no matter what.

Slowly, he opened the door and glanced inside. His shoulder sank as he saw the sleeping archaeologist leaning on his desk.

O'Neill smiled a bit, and decided to start counting the occasions when he will find Daniel like this in the future.

"Daniel." He stepped closer and gently shook the man's shoulder.

"I'm up, I’m was just in deep thinking if I--" The archaeologist jolted out from his dreams and then blinked, the room clearing before his eyes and the memories started to click back to their places. "What? Jack? How -, how can I help you?"

"You've got a nice comfortable bed a few steps away from you and you choose to sleep at your desk." O'Neill was amused, almost as much as when he found Carter in a similar situation after she was analysing some interesting rocks they found on one of the worlds.

Daniel blinked at him slowly, again, trying to figure out if he was still asleep or actually awake. Slowly he adjusted the tilted glasses on his nose. "If I stay here for long enough, maybe my body will develop the ability to work while asleep."

"No--" O'Neill stepped closer and turned off the desk lamp. "You need to sleep."

"I'm in the middle of a --"

"Let me stop you there. We're going to PX5-330 in less than eight hours, and I need you to sleep at least seven, and in the remaining one to eat, shower and get ready."

"I'm ready." Daniel turned back on the lamp, and managed to barely flinch at the sudden light.

"If you mean ready to drown whatever evil or enemy we may might face in your saliva, then I appreciate your determination." O'Neill pointed at the darker place on the man's sleeve.

The archaeologist's lips trembled as he glanced down. "But this is important." He stared right at his friend, but he felt the tiredness creeping up on his back. His eyelids felt heavy, and his thoughts were slow as if moving in jam, however, there were times when he had to work in worse conditions.

"It's always important, but not important enough to lose focus on a mission and get hurt. I know you're hoping to find a way to free Sha're, and Skaara but it takes time. Even I know that."

Daniel swallowed and slowly leaned back in his chair without a word.

"I want to help them too, and we will figure something out - but if we find something important out there then I'll need you at your best."

It made sense, of course it made sense, but Daniel couldn't help but still feel defeated.

Each day he felt like he failed his wife, and the people on Abydos. He still wanted to focus on learning of history - the different cultures of the different people, but he kept pushing down the guilt day after day when he felt excited about something they found while exploring.

"Daniel?" O'Neill saw as the light changing a little in the man's eyes.

"Maybe you're right, I should sleep a few hours." Finally, he pushed himself up from the desk and put the pictures from his desk into a folder.

"All right." O'Neill watched him for a couple of seconds before he added. "But if you want to talk about something, or just go fishing after the mission - sometimes it doesn't hurt to experience the light of the Sun in our own world."

There was a faint smile, it reached the eyes of the archaeologist. "Thanks, Jack. Maybe I'll think about it."

"Good. Maybe Teal'c could join to us too."

"Yeah, that sounds good."

O'Neill nodded. "Good, good night then."

Daniel nodded and sat down on the edge of his bed. "And thank you, again."

"Oh, don’t mention it, sometimes I have to send Carter to sleep too, but don't tell her that I told you." O'Neill glanced back at him over his shoulder, and stepped out the door with a smile.

After a couple of seconds, he heard a thud, as someone collapsed on the bed from exhaustion, finally he walked away.

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Saturday, August 17

GILES: Let's not jump to any conclusions. BUFFY: I didn't jump. I took a tiny step, and there conclusions were.

~~BtVS 2x15 “Phases”~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Buffy/Faith + cold, scar, kiss (not rated) by explosionshark

Fuffy (Faith/Buffy) + scrape, rain, dame (maybe a noir vibe?) (not rated) by explosionshark

When It Rains It Pours (Buffy/Spike, T) by loverswalk89

[Chaptered Fiction]

[Russian language] Свидание, Chapters 1-3/3 (Buffy/Angel, E) COMPLETE! translation by B_E_S

[Ukrainian language] Forward to Time Past//Вперед у час минулий, Chapter 56/67 (Buffy/Spike, E) translation by Uraniya

Further From Home, Chapter 3/8 (Buffy/Giles, E) by zombiesam

In the Company of Witches and Slayers:, Chapter 134/200 (Willow/Tara, E) by VladimirHarkonnen (TheLightdancer)

Greener Pastures, Chapter 6/? (Buffy, SG xover, G) by Mirrored_Illusions

It's a Wonderful-ish Life, Chapter 5 (Buffy/Giles, E) by The_Night_Cat

[French language] Bloody Love, Chapter 5/? (Spike/Drusilla, M) by Petite_Laitue

Pick Me Up, Chapter 23/30 (Buffy/Spike, T) by Dusty87

Love will Light the Day, Chapter 11 (Buffy/Angel, M) by Buffys.playground

Stupid Thing, Chapter 1 (Buffy/Spike, R) by Misti

East of Nevada, Chapter 16 (Buffy/Spike, R) by Blissymbolics

Little Light, Chapter 2 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Melme1325

Against All Odds, Chapter 10 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by CheekyKitten

Mirror, Mirror, Chapter 18 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by scratchmeout

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Risque Roommates, Chapter 10 (Buffy/Faith/Spike, Adults Only) by shithappens

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[Fandom Discussions]

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Was Darla Jealous of Drusilla? by Priceless, multiple posters

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Which Buffyverse death hurt you the most (or pissed you off the most) by nota-banana

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Got tagged by @somewhereapart, and I figured y'all may be sick of seeing me just post fic so here ya go.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

88

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

305,612

3. What fandoms do you write for?

AO3 tells me I've written for Battlestar Galactica, Buffy, General Hospital, Law & Order: SVU, Law & Order: OC, Lie To Me, Stargate: Atlantis, Stargate SG-1, and The West Wing. And I honestly can't think of any others outside of just ficlets I've tossed into the wild over the years.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Flinktober 2022 (EO, SVU/OC)

i remember skies (EO, SVU/OC)

gala (EO, SVU/OC)

bizarre love triangle (EO, SVU/OC)

Chautauqua (EO, SVU/OC)

I did not include one that was cowritten with a bunch of other people because I will always assume the kudos are for them.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

As often as possible. If someone takes the time to comment, I want them to know that i care enough to acknowledge and thank them for that kindness and effort. Especially when I write mostly for a fandom where I've seen people specifically state that they will read works but NOT comment on them as some sort of punishment for whatever random/imaginary fandom sins the writer whose free content they are enjoying has committed. That's just dumb and unkind, so I make the effort to let people know their comments are appreciated, even if it takes weeks to circle back.

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

Hmmm. There are several chapters in the first flink posting that would qualify, but I'm going to go with my largest Sam/Jack (SG-1) fic, Gravity Sings. It's hard to pretend it's not angsty when you've literally killed off half the planet.

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

Hmm. Not really sure. I'm a sucker for fluffy endings, so I tend to write them quite a bit. Maybe waltz or Chautauqua?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Occasionally, but I shut it down quickly. If you come up in someone's space where someone is providing you free entertainment and be rude? Don't expect a pass from me about it. The scroll bar isn't difficult to use, and neither is the back button. I use it frequently on poorly-written works or things that may be well-written but just aren't my thing. What I don't do is sling entitlement issues around demanding things be written to my satisfaction (unless you employ my beta services, in which case, you asked for it!). :D

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

I never really did prior to the first flink experiment, and I created that experiment purely to practice writing smut. Well, I take that back. @rgrdsalxndra would be the first to remind me I'd often cockblock Elliot and Olivia by having them dream-smutting without real-life release. But I started that project with the express purpose of getting better and more comfortable with writing smut, so I'm making that the hinge point.

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

Because SVU and OC are different shows, I write them regularly. But if you mean out-of-universe crossovers, I've only really written one, R.E.M. (SGA, BSG, Buffy). It was based on a prompt from an LJ friend, "Elizabeth Weir, Kara Thrace, and Buffy Summers walk into a bar..."

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware. There are much better people out there to steal from. Also, I always assume if something is similar to what I've written, it's because fandom truly does become a hivemind at some point. Nothing new under the sun and all.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I'm aware. If I had to guess, I'd say Gravity Sings would be the most likely candidate since SG-1 fandom is probably the most global and that fic has been around much longer than any other likely candidates.

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

Wrote Wet Dream with much better smut writers than myself in a group chat, and a bunch of us in SG-1 fandom way back in the day once built an SG-1 AU loosely based on The Big Bang Theory called The House That Jack Built, and I have several entries in that little universe.

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

How does anyone pick this??? I love them all for different reasons. I will say EO has a grip on me nobody else ever has, but then they have that 25 year slow burn that is just absolutely and sickly delicious.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Glazed and Fired (SGA) was originally the first part of a 5 Things fic that got away from me, and I had always intended to go back and finish it but eventually just put it away for good. I fully intend to finish my others (Skies, I'm looking at you).

16. What are your writing strengths?

Grammar. Economy of language (this is also sometimes a weakness). Getting into the head of characters who are typically very closed off.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I feel my writing is way too mechanical. I'm also still not comfortable writing smut. I always walk around with a sense of imposter syndrome with my writing.

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

I'm literally one class shy of a degree in French, and I had to write many upper level term papers in that language, but let me assure you I have zero plans to ever write in another language. I sincerely applaud those of you who do.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Stargate SG-1

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

Geez. It probably changes regularly, and I'm hesitant to say because my faves are never anyone else's. all i ever wanted (a rather dark Elliot-centric fic) holds a very dear spot in my heart just because of how my muse just grabbed a keyboard and churned it out. This is not a popular opinion, and hardly anyone read it, but I still love it a lot. And just because it was the first fic I wrote that was widely recc'd, I have a soft spot for Things Not Dreamed (SG-1), a Sam & Jack & Daniel fic written from Daniel's POV.

tagging in a no-pressure way (and sorry for any double tags):

@morethanwords229, @whatbecomesofyou, @samwrites99, @rgrdsalxndra, @shut-upjohn, and anyone else who wants to do it!

[patchesjam]

My MCC Video Rant, sorry its a bit long :)

So first off, the video itself is a bit crap. The first 2 mins are just introduction waffle, they then talk about a UI change for 2 mins. They’ve changed it from the typical mcc style to fit the mcci UI a bit more, to ‘improve viewer experience’. I personally don't like the change, for me it's a bit... busy. They then spend 3 of the remaining 5 mins mins advertising merch and mcci. Only about 1 min of the 8 min long video is about actual updates to mcc.

The actual updates, like the ones that actually matter and change the game are in the comments for some reason??

This is all information that are actual updates, none of it hinted at all in the video but just commented below. 

Skybattle’s update is truly confusing. Let me explain, currently there a a few raw pvp games (battlebox, sb, sg) and they all prioritise something different, BB is teamwork in rapid environments, SB is kills and SG is survival. With the nerfing of SB kills it turns it into a hunting and killing game to a hiding game. It also creates ridiculous scenarious where, for example with past scores adjusted, someone with 10 kills can come 3rd (dream mcc24) and someone who dies 1st each round, with zero kills, gets 64 coins (ranboo mcc17) and someone who gets 5 kills comes 2nd behind someone with 2 kills (Krtzzy and 5up, mcc 20).

It also, crucially, completely nerfs the ability for surpise comebacks and popoffs - for example, Joel Smallishbeans, not exactly known for pvp but he had a very impressive run getting 5 kills in mcc19 and gets just 260 coins with this update. Instead of potentially getting lucky, or a good opportunity you now have to just try and survive to the end. 

Battlebox’s update is a little bit of a nothingburger, they are just adding blocks to all maps which, although probably a bit more fun and makes things interesting. They are also releasing new maps throughout the season - but no major overhaul. Not that it particularly needed one either. 

One thing to note is that they mention that the blocks will be ‘brown, not team coloured, so you won’t mistake them for concrete’. However, several contestants are colourblind.  

In the game, it’d be extremely easy to mistake brown construction blocks, for both red and orange concrete. It probably wont end up effecting much at all - but when you can use the black colour, which is nearly universal it doesnt make any sense at all. I really hope it has a different texture or something because otherwise its just silly. 

Grid Runners changes is fine, probably pretty good change tbf. It does surprise me they havent announced new rooms, if there are no new rooms I’ll be dissapointed as I feel like theyre getting stale, but hopefully theyre leaving that as a surprise. 

However, I’m more pissed off at what they didnt announce. No mention of anything to do with Buildmart, which regardless of opinion, is one of the few games without big updates from S2. It’s also hated by 1/3 of the players and watchers so if they are focusing on improving player’s experiences surely this should be a focus? No mention of new GR rooms. No mention of SG scoring, which still wasn’t great from last season. No new games. No mention of new AR maps. No mention of Meltdown maps. No update to SOT. No mention of new maps for RSR. No PKT scoring update (desperately needed).

It’s just all a bit dissapointing, very few updates actaully talked about and released for the start of S3, where surely they should at least be hinted at. And instead, a nice 5 min long ad for their other products. 

[jadelotusflower]

Stargate rewatch: 1x20 Politics

We pick up right where the last episode left off, Daniel getting his shoulder wound treated and trying to explain the alternate reality to his sceptical team.

It’s funny to see the team not really believing Daniel because it’s still early in the run, whereas later on any of them could say the weirdest shit happened and the rest of them would just roll with it no questions asked.

Jack: “And you were there, and you were there, and there’s no place like home.” Daniel: “As a matter of fact, you were there.” Heh. Is Daniel just frustrated or did he not get the Wizard of Oz reference? Works either way.

I’m curious how the team thinks Daniel got shot by a staff weapon if it was all a dream though.

“Yes but the defining event, the death of Ra, took place in both worlds.” A bit of a logic leap by Daniel but hey, it’s what he does.

This is a clip show. I give SG-1 a lot of credit for actually making an effort with their clip shows, always building them around an in-universe plot to give context and cause. They’re still annoying to watch in these days of binging, but they’re as successful as they can be.

Written by Brad Wright (not including excerpts) and directed by Martin Wood.

“How’s our boy?” I find this very cute? Hammond really is the mama duck to SG-1’s ducklings, the epitome of restrained affection.

His absolute and obvious disdain for Samuels is also a real treat. He rolls his eyes!

Samuels is played by Robert Wisden, who was also briefly in Smallville as Chloe's father Gabe. Both shows were based in Vancouver, and both ran for ten seasons, so there's quite the guest star crossover.

In a private meeting with Jack, Hammond goes from “this is what I look like when I’m not laughing, Colonel” to almost laughing when Jack cracks another joke. I love Hammond so much.

I think Ronny Cox as Kinsey is actually the longest running villain in the entire show? Apophis finally bites it in season 5, but Kinsey makes it all the way to season 8.

“And this must be the drain through which the money flows” is such a great line for a pontificating blowhard politician, as is his hypocritical speech. You immediately know who Kinsey is, and you hate him even though he’s actually right about a lot of stuff.

“Oh you’re right, we’ll just upload a computer virus into the mothership.” lol, the shade at Devlin/Emmerich here.

We get a date for the Chulak mission - 10 February (presumably) 1997. The computer in the previous episode indicated it was December 1997 so assuming time was the same in the alternate universe, it's been approximately 11 months since the pilot which seems about right.

The purpose of the mission is described as “to rescue both Dr Jackson’s wife and her brother, and determine the Goa’uld threat” which is the first mention we’ve had of Sha’re and Skaara in a while.

lol, Jack looking to Sam to give the correct pronunciation of Goa’uld because he doesn’t want to.

Lt Colonel “secondary objective” Samuels being the one to read from Jack’s report about Skaara being chosen really twists the knife.

“Because what is right cannot be measured by strength.” Great Teal’c line.

Argos gets discussed and it’s mentioned that SG-2 made recent contact with them - a nice little background aspect of the show that they do check in on the worlds they’ve visited from time to time.

Much is made of the lack of benefit to the Stargate program - guess that wonder drug from Emancipation didn’t pan out? Or maybe everyone just wants to forget that episode happened.

Sidebar - with all the clips it’s obvious that Daniel’s hair has been getting longer throughout the season - irl because Michael Shanks’ hair was shorter and was growing it out as filming progressed to get that Daniel look, but my headcanon in universe is that Sha’re used to trim it for him on Abydos, and since her abduction he can’t bring himself to get it cut

There’s an ongoing metaphor by Kinsey for the Stargate being a Pandora’s Box that’s kind of apt, the box (jar) being a gift from the gods intended to punish mankind after Prometheus gifted them fire, with humanity as Pandora, eternally curious and unable to resist peeking inside.

The show never had a Goa’uld character who took on the persona of Prometheus, Epimetheus, or even Pandora, which was kind of a missed opportunity.

Samuels the slimeball is “sorry it had to end like this” and Hammond rightly tells him to gtfo.

Nice crossfade, Mr Wood.

The Stargate shut down, the threat of an imminent attack - all in all, a good setup going into the season finale!

[mylittleredgirl]

do you think sparktober is a good time to get into stargate atlantis for the first time? i have never watched any stargates. should i start with atlantis or sg1?

i think so!! we’ll be flooding the airwaves here with fanworks.* however, it is definitely NOT the time to have a spoiler free experience! (neither is this post.)

*fanworks in sparktober will be heavily pushing the fandom’s favorite m/f ship if that’s your jam; the main m/m ship is also great and does not need our help because there’s soooo much content! the f/f shippers are starving as always but they work HARD to make festivals out of molehills. it’s a fandom’s fandom and a multishipper’s dream.

sg-1 is A Better Show in many ways, but atlantis is in the dead center of The Fandom Zone (very fun to watch and the setting and characters — and missed opportunities — make it a perfect fandom playground).

i watched sg-1 first, but i don’t think you need to see it if you are willing to just go “yeah okay 👍” when you encounter the basic sci fi mechanics of the world (you can walk through stargates and end up on other planets in the galaxy! if you have ridiculous tons of power you can even go to another galaxy! you can put a shield in front of your stargate and it will squish anybody who tries to come through like a bug on a windshield!).

and the general franchise premise that wherever you go, you will encounter humans, because aliens put them everywhere! different aliens in atlantis than in sg-1, actually. it’s just what stargate aliens do ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

you’ll have to muddle through with the knowledge that “okay this spins off from an arc in season 7 of sg-1, but the only thing that still matters about it is that there’s a city somewhere in space built by aliens we call Ancients, and we’ve been looking for it, and we figured out it’s actually Atlantis. also we found some stuff these aliens left in antarctica.”

because this was a pre-streaming episodic tv franchise, they’ll give you exposition when you need it. the main character is basically walking in off the street so everyone has to explain the basics to him (and you!), and a lot of the exposition in the first episode was brand new to sg-1 viewers too.

the whole first season of atlantis is completely cut off from earth, so the sg-1 aliens, storylines, and characters really don’t matter after the first 15 minutes of the pilot.

and basically all the characters are new! two of them, weir and mckay, each guest starred on sg-1 twice, but the only thing we really knew about them going in is that mckay is a super genius with no social skills and weir will face god (across the negotiating table) and walk backwards into hell.

HOWEVER, the streaming services (anywhere that divided it into Part 1 and Part 2) cut up the pilot episode in such a way that they took out the little exposition montage and some character intro stuff. if that’s how you plan to watch, dm me and i’ll send you the complete pilot — all the other episodes are intact!

[rontra]

yknow it’s occurring to me that I just sorta skated past Red Helena and I haven’t got a single fucking clue what her deal is. Sleepwalker? Was she named sleepwalker? You tagged ONE post with sleepwalker and that is unironically an S-tier villain name. I miss her (didn’t ever know her)

SLEEPWALKER MY BELOVED!!!!!! she's a rotten little freak (affectionate) yes that is her name! a bit ago i went back and tagged the other posts under "sleepwalker" as well but tbh she doesn't have that many posts to begin with MFDHJBF

UM yea Sleepwalker (also Batman but primarily "red helena" "evil helena" and "freak helena" if you will) is the main acting villain of CTDE arc 3 ...!!!

arc 1 is focused on a PG problem, arc 2 goes to a SG problem, so arc 3 is helena's turn in the spotlight (despite trying so so hard not to get into the spotlight if she can help it). and to suit the formula obviously the villain has to be some kind of helena (famously pg herself is the antagonist of arc 1 and red lantern soupey for arc 2)

😭 she doesn't like it but honestly she should've seen the formula coming for her. babe its YOUR turn to unpack stuff about yourself while defeating the antagonist. who is also you

Sleepwalker is from a different place in the multiverse (Third Known CTDE Verse!!! (or Fourth i guess since carrie's is mentioned first)). in the CTDE, things like "the multiverse" aren't really Known except in very niche cases (eg. kara and helena obviously know about it since they are From A Different Earth) and power levels are generally hard-capped before reaching Close to multiversal levels. even the strongest characters can't affect anything beyond the boundaries of their own universe yknow. obviously this makes Sleepwalker an anomaly because she's very much breaking into the primary CTDE world and using Weird Powers about it too

well but okay so, she's basically, Helena Wayne From A Different World, more or less. her world roughly follows the same backstory as helena's, up until the day the big dumb apocalypse war is lost & the girlies get transported out of their universe (you know—this day)

in Sleepwalker's world, the war is lost as usual, but kara disappears Without Her. she's been left behind in the bad ending and had to make it on her own on an earth that's already fallen. it's kind of hopeless and there aren't a lot of pockets left for survival to exist in...

she picks up the Batman name ofc. and she also picks up a lot of new lessons in efficiency and brutality. it's rough out there so she's had to learn to play rough in return... she doesn't have a gadget guy or anything so most of her weaponry is scavenged tech that's barely safe to use, but when you're fighting out of a cornered position like she is, 😔✌

obviously she wants Out. this shit sucks. and she's bitter and jaded about a lot of things and holding on to a lot of grudges. shes not having a GOOD time. even less so when a brand-new bit of multiversal awareness shows her that it didn't have to be this way at all and there's Another Her that's living a way better life (WITH the girl who vanished no less)

basically once she's in play it's like. Sleepwalker is not stranded on primary earth. sleepwalker is loose. and shes making it helena's problem 😭

AND SHE HAS A GUN? AND NEW WEIRD MULTIVERSAL POWERS?

yea so there's a Plot Woman who exists in the CTDE solely to facilitate the plot of arc 3 (and then fuck off once it's done). she's sleepwalker's sponsor who's giving her the power required to not only transcend her home territory but also to affect things on the primary earth on a level no one inside the universe can overturn

as a bonus for being an interesting little bug, Sleepwalker has been given a minor restricted dominion over dreams and sleep (hence the overall Theme and Name). her swag new powers are the reason Arc 3 opens with both peegee and soupeygirl falling into an unnatural sleep that no one can disrupt. because it's a state they were put into by power of a scale and nature no one can approach, because we're working from inside the house. yknow?

the weeks leading up to Arc 3 had people increasingly gripped by nightmares until one day the karas don't wake up anymore. that's Sleepwalker, baby! the backfire is that sleepwalker is also extremely haunted in her own dreams but that's probably fine for her mental wellbeing i think

so you have like helena and raven fussing about their respective favorite karas and trying to solve all that while sleepwalker is out Lurking and like theoretically the league is free to help out for once in their lives but the sleep powder is in a universe-bending weight class so its like "superman finally showed up just in time to do fuck all"

as for how to deal with sleepwalker and the sleepy bitch situation i completely trust helena to take her out back and Handle It. but this post is getting long + solving it is what Arc 3 is like About so suffice to say

(thank u for asking i love when people are interested in my AU. -the rambler MDFHJBDFSG)

[batsyforyou]

Waking Up

Mission Briefing: A member of the Atlantis Expedition and a previous member of SG-1 somehow finds themselves in another world, per usual, but this time it's the familiar world Tolkien. With a few superficial wounds and an aching head, military officer Captain Y/n L/n of the United States Air Force discovers that some stories have some truth to them. 

Mission Report: 

Ugh. You turn your head and groan, taking in slow deep breaths as you do. My head. 

You open your eyes and attentively put a hand to your head and flinch sucking air through your teeth. Man, that hurts. You look up and scrunch up your face at the light and after a moment your eyes adjust and to your surprise you see . . . leaves. Vibrant green leaves and strong branches shifting in the wind. And slowly, after a long moment, you began to hear the leaves rattle and the birds chirp and you could feel the coolness of the air when the wind brushed by bringing attention to how warm you were. Your body felt heavy and you were very tired but you felt as though you had been asleep for days. 

“Ah, I see you are finally awake.” A voice rumbled. It was old and sounded like a voice you should know but you’d never heard it before. 

You shift to look in the direction of the voice, wincing all the while and sitting beneath a tall shady tree sat an old man. He was a very strange old man. He wore a blue pointed hat and gray dirty robes and he held a walking stick that looked more like a staff than anything. He had one bare foot and the missing shoe in hand; the other foot had been placed high atop a rock. Or at least, you thought it was a rock you couldn’t quite tell from this angle. 

When you didn’t reply the old man grunted and looked back into his shoe shaking it. “Damn thing is always getting rocks and dirt and other things stuck up in it. I ought to get it replaced. Perhaps I will when I next journey into the market.” 

You turned your head away from the old man, feeling a pressure in your head and you thought that if you were to sit up you’d certainly vomit. You took some time to take in more of your surroundings, wiggling your fingers and scrunching up your toes. You could feel the thick soft grass beneath and you grabbed a fist full. The grass was a bit damp but otherwise dry. You were in uniform dressed as if you had prepared to go off world. Dark gray cargo pants, dark gray jacket, black vest, black belt, black boots, your knife strapped to your side, your 9mm strapped to your hip and your P90 laid atop your chest still clipped in.  

You were confused. You couldn’t remember anything, most importantly, you couldn’t remember how you got here and where you were or what had happened. You turned back to the old man and watched for a moment as he blew air into his shoe. 

“Excuse me, but where am I?” 

The man stopped and stared at you, “Dear friend, you are deep in the forest just east of Rivendell, Lord Elrond’s domain, to be precise.” 

You frowned, even more confused. Both the name and what you assumed to be a city rang a bell but again you couldn’t place it. 

“I-what? What does that mean? What planet am I on? And how did I get here?” 

The old man cocked his head, “Planet? Hm, how peculiar. I do not know this word.” 

You sighed, “What world am I in?” 

“Ah, this world is called Arda and you are in Middle Earth. As for how you got here I’m afraid I do not have an answer for you.” 

“Then, how did you find me?” 

The old man bought a hand to caress his beard, obviously thinking deeply about something. But this was the first time you noticed his beard. It was a rather long beard longer than it probably should have been. In fact you don’t think you’ve ever seen a man with a beard that long. It was full and bushy around his face and kinda thin at the bottom like it needed a trim and was equally as gray as the rest of him. 

 “I had a dream of you. Of you laying here on the ground unconscious and in need of help. Once I woke up I knew I had to come and find you. My companions and I spent days searching and I had begun to worry that we’d never find you. But here I found you at last! Exactly how you were in my dream. Motionless and bleeding from a wound upon your head.” 

You raised your hand to your head again and looked around. You didn’t see anyone else here . . . The old man spoke up again. “Do not worry, one of my companions cleaned and bandaged the wound.” The old man shook his shoe one final time before slipping it back on and leaned closer to you. “Now, why don’t you tell me what you do remember and I’ll do my best to fill in the gaps.”  You dropped your hand letting the weird explanation and his lack of companions slide.  

“I-” You squinted thinking hard, “I-I don’t know” 

The old man quirked an inquisitive brow. “You don’t know?” 

“I-I can’t remember. I think I was back on Atlantis in my quarters. I just got off duty and was getting ready for bed. But I can’t remember anything else.” 

“Atalantë?” He asked. 

You frowned, “Um, no, just Atlantis, at-lan-tis, though I think Dr. Mckay might pronounce it a-lan-tis.” 

 “And what else do you remember?” 

“Nothing, sir.” 

The old man frowned. “Ah, it's just as well then.” You closed your eyes, your head aching. If you hadn’t been in so much pain you were sure you’d be more panicked than you actually felt but you’d been through so many off world missions. And waking up in the middle of God knew where seemed pretty typical. Besides, you didn’t seem to be in immediate danger and the person who did find you helped bandage your injury and seemed to be answering your questions when asked. And considering all other possibilities of what could have found you instead. You considered yourself pretty damn lucky. 

It was a long while before the old man spoke again. 

“Do you remember your name?” 

You looked at him again. The old man had an air about him and you couldn’t get much of a read on him, still you didn’t think a name could hurt. “I’m Captain Y/n L/n of the United States Air Force. But you can just refer to me as Captain L/n. I’m a member of the Atlantis Expedition and I serve under Lt. Colonel John Sheppard.” 

He leaned back against the tree and hummed. “I cannot say I’ve heard of this place you speak of nor have I heard of the man you serve.”  

You smiled, “I wouldn’t expect you to from the looks of things I’m a whole world away from home.” 

With a grunt you try to push yourself up, though with little success. Seeing you struggle the old man reached over and helped pull you forward with more strength then you’d expect from him. Once up, your head swam and you would have collapsed again if not for the old man's steady grasp. Sluggishly you moved to lean against the tree next to him and sighed, exhausted from the small effort. Satisfied that you weren’t going to fall over, the old man released your arm and leaned back into the tree. Taking out a long pipe from goodness knew where and lighting it. 

You’d only ever seen such a pipe like his from older movies and around your grandpa. Curious, you quietly watched as the man blew out smoke, amazed as the smoke shaped itself into rings and floated away into the clear sky. 

Despite your amazement you turn away to survey the rest of the forest, unsurprised with what you find. Green grass, tall trees, dirt, foliage, a couple of chatty squirrels and birds. Yup, a typical forest. To its credit, it was one of the healthiest forests you’d ever seen.

 Scanning the rest of the terrain, you almost startled at the sight of a large group of armored soldiers down a slight slope. Most were sitting atop horses, while others chose to sit on the top of flat rocks. They had swords strapped to their waists and wore armor that lacked helmets. All of them were occupied with something, a few were snacking, others talking amongst themselves. One of the taller men—graced with golden hair—was searching through his saddlebag; as if he sensed your gaze on him, he looked up from his work. Meeting your eyes and giving you a good look at his beautiful features; as strands of shiny hair filtered into his face. His face seemed so young but his eyes were ancient. You were shocked. You’ve never seen so many beautiful people in one place before. You knew one thing for sure though, those people down there were not human.

The man's companions. You furrowed your brows, you must be really out of it. Shaking yourself out of your stupor, you turned back to the elder. He was still smoking his pipe and what you had thought to be a rock earlier was actually a backpack. If you thought your observation skills were bad before, you were sure you had just set a new record. 

Unwilling to start a conversation, you sat for a moment, thinking. Your boots had dry mud on them and your uniform had grass stains and small tears here and there. You had most differently been off world or at least in a physical altercation with someone. Unfortunately for you, Atlantis wasn’t exactly short on enemies. 

“Excuse me?” You asked. The old man paused momentarily to look at you, raising a bushy brow. “What’s your name?” 

He smiled, “I am called Gandalf, friend.” 

You nodded, still not sure what was happening. “Gandalf, what do you plan to do now that you’ve found me?” 

“I’ll take you to the city of Rivendell to meet with Lord Elrond.” 

Masterlist

[quill-firefly]

Did I Ever Really Know You? (SG TFOne Fanfic) - Chapter 1

Because I am very much enamored with this AU. I have made fanfic. It is long so I apologize.

Anyway, for context, this happens post-movie with Dee being with the High Guard. He's referred here as D-16 since he hasn't become Megatron yet (and in my SG TFOne AU I'm still debating whether he even renames himself to Megatron or if should skip into renaming him as Galvatron).

But yeah, feel free to ask stuff about my SG TFOne AU if you like this fic because I love to yap, especially since I have SG TFOne brainrot.

Edit: Now with chapter 2 skskks

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“Little dude, this may be too soon, but I think it would do wonders for you to talk about what just went down.”

“Both of you, give him time. The past few rotational periods must have taken quite the toll.”

“Shockwave, it’s nice of you to show your concern and while he does need time to recuperate, it is better to address this now. With the rise of a new Prime and the threat of the Quintessons still over our helms, we need to prepare for future problems that may arise.”

D-16 was used to noise. Ever since he had first gone online surrounded by his fellow miners and even after being assigned to his mining group. At work, the shouts of other mechs and the rumble of the energon flowing through the mines was a constant source of sound that at times even followed him to recharge. So, he wasn’t overwhelmed as Soundwave, Shockwave, and Starscream talked over him. He wasn’t even overwhelmed when Starscream had first approached him and started to ask him questions.

Really, he was fine. It wasn’t the High Guard that made him feel so sick. They had been kind to him already. They could have left him to wander the surface of Cybertron, or worse, left him in Iacon to face the wrath of a mech he’d once thought of as his friend (maybe even more). Instead, they had taken him with them back to their base, and had even offered him a berth in case he needed a moment to recharge after everything.

Starscream and Soundwave didn’t even demand much really. They had only wanted him to explain everything that had happened the past few rotational periods. To explain who Orion Pax really was. What had the mech gone through that led him to what he had done? And from that information, they could calculate what might possibly happen now that Pax was Prime.

Shockwave had come to his aid, perhaps worried that it was all too soon, that Dee was still on the verge of a breakdown.

As the three High Guard mechs talked, Dee looked down at himself. The trauma of fighting Pax was visible in the scratches on his frame. Glaringly, the worst of it was his right arm… or well, Sentinel’s right arm. Cogless as he had been and with his right arm having been accidentally axed off by Pax, Dee had done the best thing he could have done as his friend went on a rampage. He had taken Sentinel’s arm, wincing as he stared down at the mech’s ruined frame, and had done everything he could to stop the Prime from attacking innocent Cybertronians. Still, there was nothing to be done against a Prime.

Dee vented hard. He was only alive to tell Pax’s story to the High Guard because Pax had let him live. That had to mean something.

“Pax was my best friend.”

The three High Guards snapped their helms towards him, their optics focused entirely on his frame, but Dee’s processor was lost in the past. 

“He’d always been… a peculiar mech, but I loved him anyway…”

—

When we first met, Pax had been aggressive in his approach, but most miners were - who wouldn’t be if you had to work so hard everyday? I had just been assigned to my berth, and… I was distracted and muttering to myself. If I had the spare time, I would indulge myself in my own dreams, the same way Pax would - though he kept his dreams to himself and only stated them out loud if he had been riled up enough. I don’t remember what it was that I had been thinking of, but I must have been calculating the best approach to mining or even constructing a blueprint of something I would never have the chance to make, because it got Pax’s attention. He was assigned across from me, and he glared at me when I had first reached my berth. He must have been close or he must have moved closer when he heard me speaking.

“I’m surprised, I thought there wouldn’t be much of a processor underneath that big helm of yours.” I jumped, turning my optics to the purple mech behind me. His arms were crossed in front of his chassis, those light yellow optics looked me up and down before a smug look crossed his face. “You may just be the most interesting mech I’ve met since I went online. I’m Orion Pax.”

He held out his servo and I gladly took it. I was worried that I wouldn’t get along with my fellow miners, yet here was a mech who wanted me… well, wanted to be my friend. “D-16.”

He had clasped me on the shoulder, walking with me as we headed to work. “I couldn’t help but hear you. Quite the mathematician or scientist, aren’t you?”

“What, me? No, no. We’re miners.” I had shaken my helm, embarrassed to have been caught. If it had been any of the other miners, they would have laughed at me for holding such dreams, but Pax had stared at me as I said those words and a part of me felt like he understood me. “Yes, we’re miners but… a mech could dream. It’s ridiculous I know—”

“Dee, I’m going to call you Dee, having a dream is not ridiculous. They may have designated us as miners, but we are so much more than that.” He had clasped me closer, optics wide with determination that I couldn’t help but be enamored by his words. “We may not be able to transform, but that means we have to show them we could be so much more even without cogs.”

“And what about you?” I asked. “What’s your dream?”

It had been inspirational at the time, but now…

Pax smiled, his dentas white against the purple of his frame. “I want to know more. I want to be more, D. I will not be a miner forever, I can promise you that. And hey, maybe I’ll take you with me once I leave this dump.”

I shook my helm, laughing at what I had thought was a joke. “That would be the day. Well, if you work hard and get promoted enough, I’m sure Sentinel Prime would designate you a job befitting your dreams. Or if we’re lucky, he’ll find the Matrix of Leadership and we wouldn’t have to mine energon.”

A dark look crossed Pax’s face at the mention of Sentinel. I don’t know, maybe even as early as that, Pax already had a resentment for Sentinel and his lot in life. Primus, I really should have seen the signs but Pax had been such a dreamer - and I had indulged him because… he was my best friend. It was only meant to be a dream. Nothing more. We were miners, and that’s all we would have ever been.

The anger in his optics had quickly disappeared as I mentioned the Matrix. “Or maybe some other mech would find it for him. Maybe I could, since Primus knows, Sentinel could use all the help he could get.”

There was an underlying insult to that statement that I had ignored then.

And, as if my statement had given him a great idea, Pax had nodded - a smile gracing his face plate. “The archives should have information I could use… and hey, I could even sneak some mathematical information for you if you want.”

My optics widened at the suggestion. We had only just met, and already Pax was planning on such a treasonous action. Even worse, he was dragging me with him… I still stayed. Why did I? Even then I felt that Pax would be my downfall. Yet I stayed.

“What? No way! That could get you scrapped if you get caught. Forget it, we’re miners. We just need to do our jobs well enough that maybe Sentinel will praise us once it’s all over.” Pax had looked disgusted at me when I said those words, but he had still clasped me close - having already decided then that whatever my disagreements with him, he was still keeping me. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

“I won’t if you stop being such a stickler for the rules.” He seethed out, then he vented, forcing a genial smile. “Let’s not fight about this, D. I will go to the archives and, out of the goodness of my spark, I’ll even give you information that you could use to feed those dreams of yours.”

I guess I never really had a choice when it came to Pax’s schemes. So I just nodded along and let it go.

“Fine. Now, have you ever mined energon before?”

“No. You?”

“No. I hear it's dangerous.”

“I'll tell you what. You watch my back, I promise to watch yours.”

“Alright. Thanks... Pax.”

Pax had smiled, and I have to hope he genuinely meant it then, and raised his fist to bump against mine.

—

He hadn’t noticed that he was shaking until a servo clasped his shoulder. He looked up, his vision blurry as tears ran down his face plate. Still, he could distinguish that it was Starscream standing before him. Out of embarrassment, he tried to wipe his tears away with his arm, realizing only a little too late that he had used Sentinel’s torn arm instead of his own… He should probably work on replacing that soon. While Sentinel had turned out not to be entirely malicious, it didn’t feel right to be using the arm of a dead mech who lied.

“I’m fine.” He shrugged Starscream’s servo off, the gentle gesture a sting against his spark. Pax was the only one he ever let touch him so closely, and Pax had casted him out anyway. “Pax had always been like that. He had wanted to be more than just a miner. When Alpha Trion had given him a T-cog, it must have messed with his processor. Alpha Trion had seen a possible Prime in him and that affirmed everything Pax had ever wanted for himself. He wanted to be more. What could possibly be better than being considered a possible Prime?”

D let out a choked laugh, turning his optics to Starscream, and as he spoke he knew he sounded hysterical or even delusionally desperate. “But Pax wasn't only like that. He was good. He was kind. He had been there for me. Sure, he dragged me into his schemes but he cared for me. We were friends! We… are friends? I don’t know, but he came for me when Sentinel took me. He did. He apologized when he had accidentally chopped off my arm. The Pax I know… the Pax I love… is in there somewhere, I’m sure of it—”

“Maybe.” His ranting stopped as Starscream spoke. Even through the tears, he could see the pity in the mech’s eyes. “I know you want to believe there is goodness in your friend. But you forget, he betrayed you.” “He… He banished me. That’s different.”

Starscream vented, and Dee knew that this was a conversation they would have many times later. The mech tried to reach out for him again, but Dee recoiled. Starscream wasn’t Pax, and the pain of losing his friend was still raw. He refused to let anyone that close again, not until Pax either apologized or…

“Thank you for telling us what you know, we’ll ask you for more later on. For now… rest.” With that, the three High Guards left him, with Soundwave assuring him that if he needed someone to talk to, he could go to him.

So, he was left alone to spend his first night on the surface in a berth not yet his own.

As he fell into recharge, the last thoughts he had were of Pax.

They would meet again.

Dee would make sure of that.

He had to see…

He had to know…

He had to believe…

That his friend, that the mech he could have loved as even more than that, was still there…

That Orion Pax had existed.

That he wasn’t just pretending the whole time.

That Dee hadn’t only ever known a mask.

That Dee hadn’t only fooled himself.

That maybe Pax had cared - and maybe even loved him back too.

[texasdreamer01]

Getting to Know You Meme

Tagged by @spurious!

01) Are you currently in a serious relationship? Nah

02) What was your dream growing up? I liked a lot of things, but hadn't particularly settled on any idea

03) What talent do you wish you had? Baking

04) If someone bought you a drink what would it be? Hot chocolate with whipped cream

05) Favorite vegetable? ... Cabbage?

06) What was the last book you read? Oh, finished reading - that was a while ago, but currently I'm reading some diary from WWI off-and-on

07) What zodiac sign are you? Aquarius sun

08) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Just the ear piercings

09) Worst Habit? I don't even know what classifies as a bad habit uhhh I guess needing to write in the same ink colour for my notes?

10) What is your favorite sport? Archery

11) Do you have a Pessimistic or Optimistic attitude? I'm life will sort itself out, but it needs a few good kicks to start it - dunno if that's optimistic or pessimistic

12) Tell me one weird fact about you. ?? I'm on tumblr, what qualifies as weird, here?

13) Do you have any pets? Nope

14) Do you think clowns are cute or scary? I think it depends on the clown tbh

15) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be? Nicer nails, I guess?

16) What color eyes do you have? Brown

17) Ever been arrested? Nope

18) Bottle or can soda? Bottle

19) If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it? How much is left after taxes?

20) What's your favorite place to hang out at? home tbh

21) Do you believe in ghosts? I've lived in a lot of haunted places, so, yes, definitely

22) Favorite thing to do in your spare time? Reading, writing, listening to music

23) Do you swear a lot? Nnnnoooo?

24) Biggest pet peeve? People attributing one thing for another thing because they think doing so makes them look good/smart/moral/whatever

25) In one word, how would you describe yourself? ummmmmmmm. odd

26) Do you believe/appreciate romance? yes! i'm weird at it but i like it.

27) Favourite and least favourite food? Fave: bread, least fave: cauliflower

28) Do you believe in God? If god is real, I'm owed rent money

29) What makes you happy: Not being stressed

30) Currently listening/the last thing you listened to: Moonlight Sonata

31) Favourite place to spend time: i like! to be! at home!

32) Favourite lyric:

Sometimes before it gets better, the darkness gets bigger/ The person that you'd take a bullet for is behind the trigger/ Oh, we're fading fast, I miss missing you now and then

33) Recommend a film: The Wandering Earth 2

34) Recommend a book: The Modern Herbal Dispensatory: A Medicine-Making Guide by Thomas Easley & Steven Horne

35) Recommend a band, a song, or album: So Much (For) Stardust by Fall Out Boy

36) Recommend a TV show: Stargate SG-1

37) Where are you from, and do you still live there? Where have you lived? I've been all over the US, so no, don't live where I came from

38) Do you have any pets or animals in your life? How did you find/get them? Nope

39) What's the most unusual thing you've ever eaten? Whatever gets thrown into the pan right before I go grocery shopping.

40) How did you 'find' fandom? MySpace! I was actually recommended to check out FFN, and I poked around from there.

41) Make a list of 5 things that you see without getting up. Book, book, another book, hand sanitizer, lotion. Pens?

42) How do you style your hair? Pinned up.

No pressure tags: @pandora15, @ygodmyy20, @variablejabberwocky, @stinalotte, @strangelygleeful, @obscurefrost, @dedkake, and anyone else who wants to do this!

[dream-meister-translations]

THE TALE OF FOOD

DOUZHI - STORY #1

NOTE : These translations are done using the SG/MY version of the game, we apologize for any inconsistencies that may come with the official English release.

━

??? : Hey, what are you hesitating for? This is a fantastic opportunity! 

??? : Really!? Do you think the young Master will come to see it too? Will they praise me? 

??? : Don't get ahead of yourself. 

While searching for any sign of Douzhi, I heard the loud sound of drums in the Kongsang Square. Thinking that it must have been him, I headed over to check it out.

DOUZHI : Welcome, everyone! Today I bring you a rare opportunity to fulfill your every dream! 

A stage has been built in the square, Douzhi is standing in the center of it, banging on his drum as he speaks to the crowd over a microphone. Speakers blaring his voice for all to hear. There is a massive, colorful mural behind him that invokes a feeling of excitement. With another thrum of the drum, he continues his speech...

DOUZHI : Have you ever felt lost? Have you ever been unable to find ambition and direction? 

The crowd subconsciously nods along. 

DOUZHI : Then don't be afraid! Look here!

He points to the large mural. The words painted across it say : "Kongsang : Let your dreams soar; Douzhi has the power to set you free!" 

DOUZHI : Kangsang! Allow my theater troupe to show you what it means to be alive! You will never be lost again! I will show you the way!

HAR-GOW : Woah! So impressive! 

FOUR-JOY MEATBALLS : Master Douzhi! I have decided! 

-

OPTION 1 : Decided what? HAR-GOW : Ah~ Young master! You're here. Master Douzhi is introducing his theater troupe to us!  FOUR-JOY MEATBALLS : Yes, I've decided to join Master Douzhi's troupe. He said I'll be able to dance on the biggest stage and Har-Gow is going to sing! 

-

OPTION 2 : What are you guys doing? FOUR-JOY MEATBALLS : We're listening to Master Douzhi's lecture!  HAR-GOW : Master Douzhi is truly amazing! He set up a Theater Troupe 101 class here in Kongsang. He even said that I have great potential and can sing on the biggest stage in the world! 

-

Upon hearing their excitement, Douzhi becomes somehow more energetic than before, speaking even louder. 

DOUZHI : Those with time, come and see! Those without, make time! After listening to my words, success will no longer be unreachable!

The audience erupts in applause. 

-

OPTION 1 : Drag Douzhi off the stage.  DOUZHI : Ow! Hey! Hey! What are you doing!? I know you're eager to join my theater troupe, but can't we talk about it later? 

-

OPTION 2 : Shout loudly to make Douzhi stop. DOUZHI : Alright, I heard you! Sheesh. With a voice that loud, you wouldn't even need a microphone. It's a pity you're not joining me in my speech!  DOUZHI : Let me schedule our next meeting first! 

-

DOUZHI : Sorry, everyone! I have something to attend to today, our next class will be scheduled for Thursday at three! 

-

DOUZHI : What is this? You interrupted my speech because you got tickets to watch a theater troupe perform and you want to take me? I see! Then I gladly accept your invitation! It will also be a good opportunity to scout for new talents!

DOUZHI : Hmmm...The name on this ticket sounds familiar...Anyway, let's go. 

-

DOUZHI : Excuse me. Do you know what play the theater troupe will be performing today?

AUDIENCE MEMBER : It's a signature play of the troupe, it's called the "Douzhi Chronicles." It's my first time watching so please keep quiet, the play is starting! 

The plot of "Douzhi Chronicles," is a bit boring, but the actors on stage still manage to captivate the audience with their talents. On the small stage, a roller coaster of love and hatred unfolds. 

The play ends and everyone stands to their feet and applauds. To top it all off, the servers bring out a bowl of Douzhi for all of the patrons.

AUDIENCE MEMBER : Wow! I didn't expect them to also serve Douzhi! That's a neat touch. I heard it's a traditional dish that their leader loves. Hm. It's pretty good. What about you, do you like it? 

DOUZHI : Of course, I love it! I didn't expect them to serve one of my favorite dishes! Here, let's have a drink too! 

-

Returning to Kongsang, I noticed that something about Douzhi's expression seemed...off. It was like he was lost in deep thought.

-

OPTION 1 : Douzhi, are you okay...? DOUZHI : O-Of course! I'm fine! No, not just fine, I'm doing great! In fact, genius that I am, has come up with a fantastic new idea! Just you wait and see!

-

OPTION 2 : Douzhi, what did you think of the play? DOUZHI : It was great! Not only great, but it also gave me a fantastic idea! 

-

After saying this, he offered a swift bow before rushing back to his room for the night. 

-

In the pitch-black morning, before the sun had even risen, someone vigorously knocked at my door. Yanking me from deep slumber. I let out a sigh and go to answer the door. Only to See Douzhi standing there.

DOUZHI : Hardworking people chase the sunrise at six in the morning. Only a lazy loser would lie in bed all day. Were you already awake?

-

OPTION 1 : Yes.  DOUZHI : Good! That is to be expected of the young Master of Kongsang! 

-

OPTION 2 : Guess I'm just a lazy loser... DOUZHI : ....? DOUZHI : You're always slacking off Master.

-

DOUZHI : Anyway, I came straight to you as soon as I finished working on my idea! It took all night but it's genius! 

He pulls out a thick book, the binding and pages have been sewn together with a needle and thread. The cover is colorful, with large captivating fonts and a hand-drawn portrait of Douzhi. It is sure to instantly capture anyone's attention. 

DOUZHI : Feast your eyes on this groundbreaking masterpiece! It's sure to be a success! My autobiography - "Dreams Deserve To Be Followed : Douzhi's Inspirational Life." Now, all I need is a foreword and some good promotion! 

With that, he flips the book open and thumbs through the pages. Each one covered in colorful pictures. All of which catch my eye.

[supernovaa-remnant]

1, 11 & 24 :3

who is/are your comfort character(s)?

if we're talking dsmp c!techno definitely <33 literally I just think about the syndicate and the syndicate's commune in the arctic and just existing with c!techno there and taking care of the hound army and talking about mythology and anarchy and whatever actually, and my heart feels warm <3

for other media.. genuinely the entirety of the sg-1 team from stargate sg-1 (they are like family to me in my mind), harry kim from star trek voyager, and data from star trek next generation probably. like, those are the ones I can think of off the top of my head.

(not characters, but dream & wilbur are genuinely my comfort ccs they mean so so so much to me <3)

11. favorite extracurricular activity?

wait what counts as an extracurricular? does creative writing count? if it counts I'll say that lol :3

24. if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

okay, picture the scene:

I have my acoustic guitar (daylight), and we're playing music together. I play the three songs I know, and then I keep switching between lovejoy and los campesinos songs I'm trying to learn, but the chords are all complicated so I'm struggling a bit. I take frequent breaks to rest my fingers because bar chords hurt.

during these breaks, we talk about a wide variety of things: we can talk about philosophical things, talk about life, I'll probably ramble about the stars for a significant amount of time, and I'll happily listen to you talk about biology and anything else you wanna talk about.

(if we talk long enough I may start talking about the Romanov family of Russia.. listen I once spent a significant amount of time going through their wikipedia articles)

whilst I'm playing guitar, you're carving a new lino printing block. at some point I hand you my guitar, and if you know guitar I let you play whatever you want. if you don't know guitar, I'll attempt to teach you a song lol.

there's also blankets and space heaters and stuff. overall, it's a fun time we'd just be vibin

(we also would talk about going camping next time because you like nature and I wanna see the stars and I can't see them from this rooftop bc light pollution lol)

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