#sparky fic

[finalgirlkateausten]

"Earth to <insert name>! What are you looking at?" "The most beautiful/handsome/stunning person in the world." for any!!

set post-siege. written because i desperately need john to meet sedge. established but early relationship john/elizabeth

Honestly, John isn't surprised when there's nobody waiting for him when he and the rest of the Atlantis team get released from quarantine on Earth. It's been a long time since anyone had cared enough to go through the military rigamarole of traveling to a random base and waiting an unknown amount of time for him to actually be available, only for the reunion to be awkward and strained by unfamiliar surroundings and security clearances.

He speaks to Ford's grandmother, and it doesn't make him feel better. Rodney introduces him to his sister. In the back of his mind, John is counting down the minutes until he's inside Elizabeth's supposedly crappy (he doubts it) apartment, where he's been invited under the condition that he makes his mom's old rotisserie chicken crockpot recipe for dinner.

Speaking of Elizabeth, John had thought that seeing her in bed illuminated only by the Lantean moonlight would be the most unguarded side of her, but he's shocked that even now that assessment is changing. He turns at the sound of her laughter, just because it's an unfortunately rare sound on Atlantis. When he spies her, she's kneeling on the ground, her arms around a large white dog who's excitedly licking her face.

"Hi, Sedgewick," Elizabeth says, still laughing. Her eyes are closed and she's smiling as much as he's ever seen. "Oh, hi baby. I missed you, girl." She buries her face in the dog's coat, and John sees her shoulders relax. He'd expected to see different sides of his team on Earth, but this is a much faster transition than he'd expected. He feels his heart swell at the sight of an unguarded version of Elizabeth.

"Earth to John!"

He starts, realizing that he's literally only been staring at Elizabeth as she's moved on to talking to the woman holding Sedgewick's leash. "Huh?"

"What are you looking at?"

He can't help smirking at her, stepping closer so that none of their friends overhear him. "The most beautiful woman in the world." In any world, but he guesses saying that aloud would break confidentiality.

Elizabeth turns an adorable shade of pink. "Well while you were brainstorming pickup lines, I was trying to introduce you to my mother."

"Oh." He probably should've guessed that. He shakes the older woman's hand. "Major John Sheppard, ma'am. Pleasure to meet you."

"Likewise. You can call me Katherine." Katherine turns her focus to her daughter with a smile. "A military man. You've finally found someone exciting, Elizabeth."

"Mom!"

"I'm just saying, there's no thrill in dating academics who collect dozens of the same magazine just because they're featured in it. I can say it now, I always found Simon insufferable."

John raises his eyebrows, but then again, he hasn't mentioned Nancy to Elizabeth yet. Between the near-death experiences and then privately celebrating the not dying part, they've been floating on the relief of coming together too much to ground themselves with serious conversations. He suspects this week will change that.

"You know what, Mom, I'm really wiped from traveling today," Elizabeth says, which is a pretty clumsy topic change by her standards. John chuckles. "Do you want to load Sedge up and drive the boxes you brought me over to my apartment? You can meet us for dinner if you want, John's cooking."

"I would love to." Katherine leans forward and kisses her daughter's cheek. "You'll have to tell me all about how the two of you met."

"That's classified, Mom."

"Oh, you're not getting away that easy!"

John laughs as Elizabeth hands Sedgewick's leash back to her mom and starts to walk away. He takes her hand to give it a brief squeeze, before dropping it again. "Why do I get the feeling she's going to win this battle of wills?"

Elizabeth smiles at him. "I guess talking about you all night isn't the worst way dinner could go."

He winks. "I'll make sure to remind her how awesome you are, too."

[clovariia]

hasbro is killing g5 mlp, which means it's officially my city now...say hello to my new and suspiciously familiar "ocs"

[klm-zoflorr]

If je lived together they really would have the most bland impersonal ikea showroom-type house ever wouldn't they. This is terrible. Not a singular valuable possession/knick knack in sight (OR out of sight). Elias' favorite item in his whole house is probably a spoon.

[anretc]

Sheppard/Weir Ficathon 2024: Summer of Sparky

To celebrate the 20th anniversary of the pilot airing of Stargate: Atlantis we are holding a "Summer of Sparky" Sheppard/Weir Ficathon!

Work minimums are 350 words, and matching will run on genres (ie, fluff, hurt/comfort, canon divergence, romance, action/adventure, alternate universe, etc).

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[spyrkle4]

Sundown drawing! It's painting pumpkins with Jesse's gang! and Jayden's there too

Happy fall guys!

[swficathon]

Fic reveals

Fics have been revealed! Read them at the AO3 Collection now.

Thank you to all of our authors! We have 27 wonderful new John/Elizabeth stories for everyone to enjoy on this 20th anniversary of the show and our favourite OTP.

Authors will be revealed on 23 Jul 2024.

Go, read, comment and kudos! 🫶

[atla-milf-month]

ATLA MILF Month will happen in March 2025! This month will celebrate all the ATLA-verse moms and older women who... well, you know!

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[sparky-is-spiders]

Sometimes (especially when I was younger) I would wish that I could just drop all my emotions in someone else’s head so that they could sort out what I was feeling for me or tell me what was happening in there.

Anyway I think Jon could probably benefit from a romantic partner who can do that for him (or at least might find it appealing) which is yet another reason why Jonelias is so viable I think.

[sparkymalone]

No Halloween fic?

Oh, isn't there?

(There is)

(And it's smut)

Hajime regretted a lot of the choices he had made throughout his life. He regretted becoming so enamored with Hope’s Peak Academy. He regretted not getting into the main course. He regretted spending so much money to attend the reserve course. He regretted getting involved with a bunch of Ultimates who were way out of his league.

(He didn't completely regret that last one, of course. He wouldn't trade his friends or his boyfriend for the world.)

Most of all, he regretted letting Kazuichi talk him into this stupid bet.

Grimacing, Hajime gave himself a once-over in the mirror. The outfit he was currently wearing was completely humiliating, and he mentally kicked himself for ever agreeing to this.

A week earlier, he and Kazuichi had been talking about the party all of their friends would be attending on Halloween. Both of them were excited, and Hajime had made some comment about treating it as a date with Fuyuhiko. Kazuichi had responded that he was going to find a date, too.

Hajime had been feeling particularly grouchy, for whatever reason, and snarkily told his friend that there was no way any girl would go to the party with him. The mechanic had been understandably upset and Hajime immediately regretted his comment.

But then Kazuichi took it up a notch. “Hey! I can totally get a date for the party! How much do you wanna bet?!”

The brunette frowned at him. “I don't want to bet anything. I'm sorry that I said-”

“We're making a bet!” Kazuichi insisted. “This is about my pride as a man!”

Hajime sighed heavily. He knew that when the other boy got like this, there was no talking to him. “Fine, I guess. What's the bet?”

Flashing a sharp-toothed grin, Kazuichi responded, “I bet you I can find a date for the party, no problem!”

His friend rolled his eyes. “Sure, Kaz. And what are we wagering?”

“Winner gets to pick the loser's costume.”

Hajime probably should've been concerned that Kazuichi apparently had that stipulation already locked and loaded, but he felt too tired to question it. “Okay, sure.” He wasn't too worried about it, since he was fairly certain Kazuichi would just ask Sonia out and get shot down.

But apparently he should have been worried. After floundering for a couple of days, Kazuichi had asked Mikan to go with him, knowing that she was too nice and meek to say no. He sent Hajime screenshots of the conversation, where Mikan had accepted in a very questionable way.

Still, it counted, and Kazuichi officially had a date for the party. The pink-haired boy had gleefully started sending Hajime pictures of potential costumes, all of which seemed wildly inappropriate for a high school party. Eventually, Kazuichi picked one and demanded that Hajime wear it. They had argued for a bit, but Hajime eventually gave in.

Which led him to his current, extremely regrettable predicament.

Hajime glared at his reflection. The outfit that Kazuichi had selected for him was a sexy bunny suit, because of course it was. The bodysuit was a very dark green, almost black. It was strapless and corseted, and Hajime cringed at the way it hugged his body. The way the bra cups pushed his chest up unfortunately emphasized his naturally large pecs, making it look like he had cleavage. The crotch area also left nothing to the imagination, showing an almost-perfect outline of his dick. He had stockings on over his bare legs, and had opted to wear his regular shoes. The outfit was finished by white wrist cuffs, a white collar with a black bowtie, and bunny ears that matched the bodysuit.

On anyone else, Hajime would've considered the outfit very sexy. On himself, though, he thought the costume was awful.

Still, he had given Kazuichi his word that he would wear the stupid thing. As mortified as he was by the thought of his friends seeing him in this (god, what was Fuyuhiko going to say?), Hajime was still going to do it.

Besides, Kazuichi never said he couldn't wear something over it. Hajime pulled on a conspicuous trenchcoat and then set out for the party, ignoring the looks he received anytime he passed someone.

As soon as he got through the door, Kazuichi stopped him. “What?! No way!”

Hajime frowned. “You never said I couldn't wear a jacket.”

“It was implied!” Kazuichi huffed. He had an arm draped over Mikan's shoulders and the poor girl looked profoundly uncomfortable. “Now take it off!”

Grasping the front of his coat, Hajime argued back for a bit. Eventually, though, he gave in. With a frustrated sigh, he removed the coat, displaying his skimpy costume in all its glory.

The reveal was met with silence. Hajime looked around self-consciously, only to find all of his friends staring at him, red-faced. He blushed and fidgeted, cursing his own stubbornness.

Surprising no one, the first person to recover was Teruteru. “Oh, my~! Hajime, darlin’, that outfit is positively sinful~!”

Hajime gritted his teeth. “Yeah, I know.”

Kazuichi was openly gawking at his chest, apparently having some sort of internal crisis. “...Damn…”

Some of the girls were glaring at him now, and Hajime wasn't sure how to feel about that.

The last few guests started arriving, and each time, they had to do a double-take. Hajime's costume was nothing if not eye-catching. He couldn't wait to leave.

He realized too late that he hadn't actually seen Fuyuhiko anywhere, which was concerning. His boyfriend was normally very punctual. Hajime was about to call him when the front door finally opened.

“Sorry I'm late,” Fuyuhiko announced as he walked in. “I got stuck behind some slow-ass - what the fuck?!” He cut off with a loud exclamation as he caught sight of his boyfriend.

Hajime cringed. That was about what he had expected. “Hey, Hiko,” he greeted flatly. “I lost a bet.” Probably better to explain that right away.

But the yakuza heir didn't seem to be listening. He stared at Hajime's body, wide-eyed and red-faced. His gaze slowly traveled over Hajime's impressive cleavage, down to the perfect outline of his cock, before finally flitting up to meet his eyes.

Flushing darker, Hajime raised an eyebrow at him. “...Everything okay?”

Fuyuhiko nodded mutely, glancing around the room. Thankfully, most of the others had lost interest by now. The blonde moved forward so that he could talk to Hajime more quietly. “What the hell are you wearing?”

Quickly, Hajime launched into an explanation of the whole situation, trying not to notice when Fuyuhiko's eyes drifted down to his chest again.

“Okay, but why the fuck did you actually go through with it?” Fuyuhiko asked him, forcing himself to look at Hajime's face.

The taller boy shrugged, feeling extra embarrassed. “...I don't know.”

“Did you bring a change of clothes?”

There was a beat of silence. “No,” Hajime admitted, wishing he could just implode. “But I have a jacket.” He indicated the suspicious-looking trenchcoat hanging on the coat rack.

With an exasperated sigh, Fuyuhiko grabbed his hand. “You dumbass. Whatever, let's just enjoy the party, I guess. Hopefully you don't distract everyone too much with that slutty getup.” He smirked up at his boyfriend.

Hajime glared back. “Thanks a lot.”

Still, he decided to try to do as Fuyuhiko suggested and enjoy the party. He managed to relax a bit, and actually was having a pretty good time. He always enjoyed spending time with his friends.

Occasionally, though, he would still catch people ogling him. He couldn't blame them, really, but it still made him feel awkward. Each time, he would simply clear his throat and alert them to the fact that they were staring. Most of them would then apologize and look away, embarrassed.

Teruteru was a little harder to dissuade, of course. He openly stared at Hajime's body and even made little comments from time to time. He would keep going until Fuyuhiko threatened him with bodily harm but even then, he only stopped temporarily.

The worst, though, was every time Hajime caught Fuyuhiko staring at him. The blonde was employing his best poker face, not giving anything away about what he was feeling, but the look in his eyes spoke volumes to Hajime. The heat behind his gaze was unmistakable to his lover, and it was making it hard for Hajime to stay calm.

At one point, Ibuki tackled Hajime from behind, which he normally didn't mind too much. This time, however, the movement accidentally pulled the front of his costume down, allowing one of his pecs to pop out.

“H-Hey!” he yelped, immediately trying to fix his top. He tucked himself back into the corset, but glancing around told him that several people already got an eyeful.

Ibuki didn't seem particularly remorseful, either. “Whoops! Sorry for flashing your bazongas, Hajime~!” He shot a glare at her, but she just giggled and bounced away.

Someone grabbed onto his wrist and Hajime looked down to see a flustered-looking Fuyuhiko staring back at him. “We need to get you out of that thing,” the blonde told him quietly. Hajime nodded in agreement and allowed himself to be led out of the room.

Fuyuhiko pulled him up the stairs, and at first, Hajime didn't think anything of it. After all, the most likely place to have a change of clothes was upstairs. But then he remembered that they were at Sonia's house, and the odds of her having clothes for him to wear seemed slim, so where was Fuyuhiko taking him?

The yakuza heir pulled him into a random guest room and closed the door behind them. Hajime blinked at the big, comfy-looking bed. “Uh, what are we-” He yelped as he was suddenly shoved onto the mattress. He rolled onto his back, looking up at Fuyuhiko in confusion.

The look the blonde was giving him stopped any protests he was thinking of making. “That costume is fuckin' ridiculous,” Fuyuhiko growled, stepping closer. “I can't believe you would go out in public dressed like a fuckin' stripper, and I especially can't believe that you would show off a slutty outfit like this to everyone else instead of just me!”

Hajime's eyes widened and he flushed. “Oh, uh… I'm sorry?”

Fuyuhiko glared at him. “You don't even get it, do you?” He stalked towards the bed, climbed onto the mattress, and straddled his startled boyfriend. “You look so fucking sexy, it's not even fair.” With that, he lunged forward and kissed him.

Completely caught off guard, Hajime struggled to keep up. Fuyuhiko was mad because he looked sexy? Was it just because everyone else at the party had seen him first? Whatever the reason, his hot, heavy kisses were making Hajime's head swim, making it even harder for him to think.

The blonde nipped at his lower lip before pulling away. Hajime took advantage of the break to ask, “S-So… you're mad that everyone else saw me dressed like this?”

“Yes, you moron,” Fuyuhiko snapped. “Do you even know what you look like? I'm shocked you only had one fuckin' nip slip, considering your tits look like they're gonna pop out at any second!”

Hajime blushed darker. Was it really that bad?

Apparently Fuyuhiko's rant wasn't done. “And that's not the only thing. The way this thing clings to you shows off your whole ass and your cock! Like, there ain't nothing left to the imagination right now. You see how that might piss me off?”

Feeling embarrassed, Hajime nodded. “...Yeah. I didn't think about it. I'm sorry.”

The blonde huffed, seemingly slightly appeased by the apology. “I don't like seeing everyone else eye-fucking you like that, y'know?”

“What?! Eye-fucking?!” Hajime yelped.

Fuyuhiko ignored his response, leaning down to cup his boyfriend's face in his hands. “I don't want anyone else looking at what's mine, you got me?”

Hajime grasped his wrists gently. “Yeah, of course.”

“And another thing!” Fuyuhiko snapped, sitting up abruptly. “Warn me if you're gonna wear something this slutty ever again, because holy shit. I have never been so turned on so fuckin' fast.”

Eyes getting impossibly wider, Hajime stammered out a response. “T-Turned on…?”

“Obviously, dumbass,” his boyfriend grumbled. He sat fully on Hajime's hips, pressing their groins together, revealing how achingly hard his cock was. “When your tit popped out, it took all my goddamn willpower not to just jump you right there.”

Hajime felt all of his blood flow redirect to his dick and he shifted to readjust himself. “...Really? You like how I look that much?”

Fuyuhiko gave him a piteous look. “Hajime. With how often we fuck, I obviously think you're fuckin' hot. This outfit really cranked it up to eleven.” He raised himself up just enough to look down at Hajime's crotch. “I knew it, this outfit would be a disaster if you popped a boner at the party.”

Following his gaze, Hajime realized that his erection was painfully obvious, straining against the front of the bodysuit. The material stretched tight over his cock, showing every detail, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. He cringed at the thought of anyone else seeing it, but the way Fuyuhiko was staring at him made his dick twitch.

The yakuza heir gave a pleased chuckle and trailed his eyes up Hajime's body, back to his face. “Let me touch you.” It came out as more of an order than a request, but Hajime didn't care. He nodded eagerly.

Immediately, Fuyuhiko's hands were on him, trailing down his sides, squeezing his hips, then smoothing over his stomach and back up to his chest. He gently squeezed Hajime's pecs, kneading the soft skin before ghosting his fingers along the edge of the corset. He trailed one finger along Hajime's cleavage before dipping between his breasts for just a moment.

“Fuck, Hajime,” the blonde purred, still running his fingers over the other boy's bare skin. “I always knew you had nice tits, but damn.”

Hajime wasn't sure how to feel about the comment, but he was a little distracted by the feeling of his boyfriend touching him like this. Fuyuhiko gave his pecs another gentle squeeze before hooking his fingers into the top of the corset and yanking the fabric down just enough to free Hajime's breasts. Fuyuhiko made a pleased sound, trailing his fingers over the newly-exposed skin.

The brunette let out a soft moan as Fuyuhiko's fingers found his nipples. He had never cared much for playing with his nipples himself, but for some reason, having his boyfriend do it felt amazing. Fuyuhiko gently rubbed the pink buds, pinching and rolling them between his fingers.

“Does that feel good?” Fuyuhiko teased, gently tugging on Hajime's nipples. His boyfriend nodded, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes. Chuckling, Fuyuhiko pulled a little harder, earning a sharp moan.

Leaning down, Fuyuhiko lightly touched his lips to Hajime's chest, ghosting along his skin. When he reached one nipple, he closed his mouth over it. He traced the stiff peak with his tongue before roughly sucking on it.

A strangled moan tore out of Hajime's throat. He reached one hand up to rest on Fuyuhiko's head, not sure whether he wanted to hold him in place or tear him away.

Fuyuhiko took his inaction as a good sign. He pulled off of Hajime's nipple with a wet pop before licking broadly over it. He switched to the other nipple, licking and sucking until it was just as hard and sensitive as the first. He gently scraped his teeth over the pert bud, teasing his lover.

Hajime was quickly becoming a moaning, squirming mess. He whined when Fuyuhiko pulled away from his chest, which made the smaller boy smirk. “You like it that much, huh?”

Too far gone to be ashamed, Hajime nodded emphatically. “Please,” he panted, “please keep going.”

The blonde bit his lip, chuckling low in his throat. “Well, since you asked so nicely…” He began moving further down Hajime's body, only stopping once he was hovering over his crotch. Hajime's cock was perfectly outlined as it strained against the fabric, precum seeping through.

Fuyuhiko leaned closer, letting his hot breath wash over Hajime's cock, making him shiver. The blonde started mouthing at his boyfriend's erection through the fabric, moaning softly. He lathed his tongue over the cloth, soaking it further, humming when the salty flavor of precum hit his taste buds.

Hajime let his head fall back against the mattress, moaning at the pleasurable sensation. His eyes closed and he fully focused on his boyfriend's hot mouth, licking and sucking him through the material of his bodysuit. It felt amazing, but he still would've preferred if Fuyuhiko was licking his bare skin.

As if reading his mind, Fuyuhiko grasped the hem of the costume and yanked it awkwardly to the side. The fabric had just enough elasticity to accommodate the motion, revealing Hajime's leaking cock to his lover's hungry eyes. Fuyuhiko licked his lips before lunging in, closing his mouth over the head of Hajime's dick and easily swallowing it to the hilt.

Gasping, Hajime buried his fingers in Fuyuhiko's short hair. As the blonde began bobbing his head up and down, Hajime moaned helplessly. Fuyuhiko's mouth always felt so good.

The yakuza heir started sucking him in earnest, bobbing his head rapidly. His tongue caressed the underside of Hajime's shaft, flicking over the head whenever he came up far enough. He moaned around his lover's thick cock and looked up at him through his long lashes.

Hajime gripped the sheets with his free hand, holding on tight as his boyfriend's mouth worked its magic. “Ngh, fuck, Fuyuhiko…!”

With a pleased purr, Fuyuhiko plunged down on Hajime's cock, taking him all the way to the hilt. His dick nudged the back of Fuyuhiko's throat, a feeling that always made Hajime throb with want. Instead of raising back up, the blonde just kept him there for a moment, throat constricting as he tried to swallow around his cock.

The taller boy's hips bucked helplessly, hitting the back of Fuyuhiko's throat harder than before, making him gag. The yakuza heir finally pulled away, coughing, making Hajime whine from the loss.

Fuyuhiko smirked at his boyfriend. “That good?” he asked, voice hoarse.

Hajime nodded, reaching for his lover, trying to direct him back to his dick. Chuckling, Fuyuhiko allowed himself to be pulled back down. He plunged the other boy's cock into his mouth, sucking much more aggressively than before. Hajime gasped loudly, arching off the bed as pleasure flooded his senses.

Moaning around his lover's cock, Fuyuhiko hungrily bobbed his head. He felt a sense of pride as Hajime writhed beneath him, toes curling and fingers desperately clutching the bedsheets. The power he had over the taller boy was intoxicating, and he couldn't wait to make him fall apart.

And honestly, Hajime was already on the edge. His hips bucked, chasing Fuyuhiko's mouth on every upstroke. His legs hooked around Fuyuhiko's shoulders, almost subconsciously, trying to pull him impossibly closer. “Hah… Fuck… I'm so close!”

His boyfriend gave an encouraging hum and continued sucking. Hajime gasped out another warning, hips trembling already. Moments later, his hips jerked forward and his cock pulsed, shooting his cum down Fuyuhiko's throat. The blonde happily swallowed every drop before pulling away.

Fuyuhiko licked his lips as he looked up at his lover. “Mmn, how was that?”

Hajime sat up, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He stared back at Fuyuhiko for a moment before lunging forward and kissing him deeply. When he finally pulled away, he replied, “That was incredible. You're so fucking good at that.”

Preening at the praise, Fuyuhiko climbed into his boyfriend's lap. “Hn, yeah? Well, if you want me to keep doing that, don't ever dress like this for anyone else again.”

“I won't, I promise,” Hajime replied, smiling softly as his arms curled around Fuyuhiko's waist.

“Good,” the yakuza heir shot back, sounding satisfied. He kissed him again, rougher than before, nipping at his lower lip. “Only I get to see you like this, you hear me?”

Hajime laughed, enjoying the feeling of his boyfriend getting jealous. “Okay. From now on, I won't let anyone see my chest.”

“Or your dick,” Fuyuhiko added.

“Or my dick,” Hajime agreed.

Finally appeased, Fuyuhiko pulled his lover into another kiss. He moaned into Hajime's mouth, pressing their bodies together, revealing that he was still rock hard.

The brunette broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against Fuyuhiko's. “Mmn, want me to take care of that?”

“You fuckin' better,” Fuyuhiko grumbled, rocking his hips into Hajime's. “I’ve been dying for you to fuck me ever since I saw that slutty outfit.”

Hajime chuckled, moving his hands to cup Fuyuhiko's ass. “Sorry to keep you waiting. I'll make it up to you.”

“Mmn, damn right you will.”

Sorry for the non-ending, but this was running long and it's Halloween lol. I hope you enjoyed! Let me know if you want a continuation, because I'm always down for more smut.

[bleedingcoffee42]

bob bible 1/4

[belleyellsaboutturtles]

Sparky - pt 2

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"-and honestly I didn't know you could make origami out of salami, but hey! The more you know! I won't if you could do it with prosciutto? ...Nah, too thin. Doesn't have enough structure."

They'd gotten home from fighting the paper thieves a few hours ago. They'd ridden the high of their victory for awhile, before it got so late even Donnie was hiding yawns. Mikey should be sleeping, but he wasn't tired yet. He had so many thoughts in his brain about everything that had happened today! His brothers had all gone to their rooms for the night though, so Mikey hadn't had anyone to talk to. So after making himself comfortable on his hammock, he'd started talking to himself and doodling in a notebook. At some point, mindless doodles and talking to himself had turned into drawing and talking to his mystic weapon.

He lightly scribbled down a few more lines to highlight the flames around the kusari fundo. "Also, one of the guys heads was on fire. Which you saw, obviously - you were there. Or did you?" Mikey paused his drawing to thoughtfully look at the weapon. "I mean, you have a face. I've seen it a few times now. I wonder if you can see? Or maybe you're blind. I could also just be imagining all of this - my brothers say I have an active imagination."

No response. It continued to hang idly on the wall.

Mikey twirled his pencil between his fingers. "Maybe it's like how if you look at a car long enough it has a face," he contemplated. Fire wasn't usually that consistent though. Hm. Oh! He snapped his fingers as a thought occurred to him. "Hey, people name cars! Maybe they name them because they have faces! Which means you need a name, because you definitely have a face."

Mikey tapped his chin and hummed in thought. "It's gotta be something that fits. And of course it has to have some pizazz!"

Hmm... well, the chain could shrink and grow as needed. It was orange. It could light on fire. Maybe something like Firework? Nah, doesn't fit the vibe. Orange? No, that was already one of his own nicknames. Blaze? Almost. He was getting warmer, he could feel it. He was missing something. Let's see, what else was unique to his weapon? Well, he was the first to discover its mystic properties. Once he did, it sparked a chain of events leading to Raph discovering his power smash jitsu and Leo's new portaling ability. It also lead to Draxum's lab exploding-

"That's it!" Mikey exclaimed. With a grin, he wrote his weapon's new name next to the sketch he'd drawn of its fiery face.

With a flourish, he proudly turned the page around to face the kusari fundo. "Sparky! It's perfect! It goes with your fire and spitfire personality!"

No response, but that was okay. This was mainly for Mikey's own enjoyment anyway.

He dated the sketch, then yawned. The night had finally caught up to him. He flipped his sketchbook closed and tossed it and his pencil onto the floor. He'd put them away properly tomorrow.

"Well, guess that's it for me. Thanks for listening, Sparky! See ya tomorrow!"

The box turtle burrowed into his blankets and closed his eyes for the night. On the wall, Sparky glowed.

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[mylittleredgirl]

Happy birthday @mierac!!! Fandom: Stargate Atlantis Rating: General Audiences Relationships: John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir Characters: Elizabeth Weir, John Sheppard Additional Tags: Post-Fix-It, Birthday Fluff, but with Meaning and Complicated Feelings perhaps Summary:

John leaves Elizabeth a puzzle to solve.

[sparkedblaze]

sparky’s unpopular opinion that has been on the mind for many a night (explanation under the break so i don’t have a long post taking up your feed):

all the young dudes has done immense damage to the marauders fandom

don’t get me wrong. the fic is good. you can tell that the person who wrote it put their heart and soul into a fic about something that they loved. you can see every little fun detail they put into it.

the story isn’t exactly my thing. but when you’re creating with that much emotion and passion and love? it’s hard to not fall in love with it.

i get that

but when i get hate dms on instagram telling me that my portrayal of pandora lovegood is wrong because i made her maiden name something that isn’t rosier, or how i write peter (as a person with both good and bad and not just a written off follower of james and sirius, which is apparently insane to people), it kind of puts the fic in a dark light.

i’ve read a decent chunk of it, but i couldn’t make it through because of how the author writes some of the characters. most notably peter, as he’s written out of most scenes via detention or girlfriends, even though the thing that made his betrayal so heartbreaking was the fact that he had been close to james and lily.

what made the betrayal so harsh and unbelievable was him being good friends with them. the world believed that sirius black, james’ best friend, betrayed him. because they’d both been friends with him.

and to be told that my interpretations of any said characters were wrong because of a fanfiction?? it’s just wild, and makes me incredibly upset.

harry potter is a massive fandom, and the marauders fandom is a sizeable subset of that fandom! so to say that one person’s interpretations are just Right because you like their fic is wild.

[anretc]

Fic: Skin to Bone

Skin to Bone (1865 words) by anr Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stargate Atlantis Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir Characters: John Sheppard, Elizabeth Weir, Oberoth (Stargate) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Elizabeth Weir Lives, Episode: s04e02 Lifeline, Episode: s04e18-19 The Kindred, 5+1 Times, Fix-It Summary: One-two-three and pause. (aka, Five times Elizabeth doesn't escape, and one time she does.)

[spyrkle4]

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