pants to match

and I'm fine! No pregnancy and no thyroid problems and it's just... whew. Thank god. And thanks to everyone who wished me well *hugs you*

In other news, civilbloodshed is pure evil and her drabble prompt of HP/SGA for having correctly guessed my remix fic has taken over my brain. And the most horrid thing of all? It's not crack. I mean, its basis may seem like crack, but it's not. Sometimes, I like it when a story reminds me of how much I love words. And this? This, folks, is only the beginning. Be afraid. Be very afraid:

When John started Hogwarts, there was a crater the size of a farmhouse where a Whomping Willow used to stand, shallowed out by rain.

Lush grass the blue-green color of Texas grew dense in the center every spring, snapping hothouse flowers layered the bowl in the short months of summer, and in the fall and winter, fog hanging low and dew a chilly cling on every blade and petal, snow-white lilies, bells dark in the center, sagged on limp stems wherever the Willow used to shake off its turning summer coat.

A slim, twisted Japanese maple, star-like purple leaves stubbornly present during every dreary season of Scotland, arched over a circular stone slab that marked the edge of the hole closest to the castle. And on the slab was an epitaph, cryptic verse in a carved scrawl, with points about moors and gray heather and a city at the bottom of the sea; about black hounds and the sky at four p.m. and the slow, mellow burn of early autumn. Square-cut hieroglyphics rimmed the outside, half-buried under aged moss, impressions caked with dirt from over a decade of weather.

No one knew what it meant or who had placed it there.

Most said, though, that if you followed the words to their end, you’d find Harry Potter. But Harry Potter, boy-savior, was dead.

I wrote this, then promptly decided not to like it, even though I still find the idea of it amusing. I can't get any further, though. Except for one vague scene where Ronon tries to eat it. But it's all so very pathetic, given that I'm only 400+ words in *shakes head*

( blah blah blah John thinks everyone's crazy and meanwhile there's a really awesome plant )

See? Uninspired. Are there any SGA challenges out there? Something to jumpstart my muse?

So, apparently I live for pressure, 'cause not only am I down to the wire with DT, I just signed up for this. I've always wanted to try something like it, so there is a very real possibility that even though I'll get DT started again before I'm given an assignment, the installments might peter off if I'm focused on my remix. We shall see!

Also:

Not that he didn’t like the guy. A lot. He was no Samantha Carter, of course, but his habit of wearing too-small tees and the same worn gray pants over and over again certainly did a lot for his libido. Though, truthfully, Rodney’d been known to get hot for toast. And he’d unapologetically jerked off staring at his computer a time or two. Or three. So, yes. John Sheppard was theoretically doable in his social sphere, but John Sheppard was also a notorious flirt, and deliberately – in Rodney’s suspicious opinion - failing calculus and that was just.... unacceptable.

I love Rodney.

Also, also: I'm working on a new mood theme. It's SGA, of course, but it's taking me forever to find just the right expressions...

Title: Once Upon a Furry Octopus
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: PG
Word count: ~6,000
Spoilers: er... not really, although a few vague mentions of stuff in past episodes (up to only Epiphany)
Summary: He was an intelligent, intuitive pet, but he wasn’t going to start sniffing out ZPMs or hidden Ancient weaponry or detailed instructions on how to kill a Wraith with a common household item. A pen, for instance.
A/N: This is nearly incoherent cracky cheese-fluff with little to no plot at all, and I wash my hands of it. Seriously, I'm all over the place with this. Next, I'm going back to AUs. Back to the 80s, even.



rensreality101: check out her Ernie icon!
By crimsonclad: Ernie with pen
By nunshavingfun: Ernie sketch
Wonderful Ernie pic below by dacey.



( Once Upon a Furry Octopus )

So. I've got this basic simple idea for another SGA crack AU, and it could go a couple of different ways. And I'm wondering... does anyone know where I could get my hands on books or tapes of oldschool educational things like... you know what? I'm just going to look on the MSTie info site. kthx.

In other news, fuzzy space octopus story is taking longer than I thought to churn out, but isn't that always the way?


They ended up radioing Carson, who brought Cadman and a handful of thin-tipped red sharpies. After Cadman stopped laughing – which was a while, since every time she scraped up enough self-control to stop convulsing with giggles, she’d glance at Rodney’s pinched expression and lose it all over again - it took about fifteen minutes to get all of Ernie’s arms off John and Rodney and occupied with cooing over his new pens at the foot of the bed.

I do believe this story is going end up being a whole lot of cute nothingness. but! furry octopus! I'm totally in love with him *le sigh*



Even Rodney stopped raving about rampant alien rabies and deadly pathogens after only a few days. He was furry. And made these adorable garbled noises, like a mix between a morning dove and a sheep and something large and watery. Like a hippo just under the surface of a pond.

So. I've been MIA all week... anybody miss me? Actually, I've been responding to posts and reading everybody elses LJs for a change *grins*

Also, I've been starting and discarding several SGA crack AUs, including ( the one where Rodney is an accidental author of intergallactic romance novels: )

( Or the one based on Hot Dog, only with less nudity, and Ski Patrol, and, yeah, Out Cold, and probably more than a few really bad summer camp movies: )

And now I have yet another idea in my head which I haven't mapped out yet, so hopefully that will materialize sucessfully.

I've been re-reading Dirty Trousers, as promised, and I'm really seeing some odd similarities with how I'm writing Rodney and how I wrote DT!Draco. They're both brilliant, like cats (though Draco utterly adores them), endearingly self-centered (though Draco is more about looks than brains, despite being a genius), high-strung, love insulting people. I wonder if Rodney's just as unimpressed with creepy street mimes as Draco is. Huh.

Anywho, that sounds super productive, doesn't it? Wow. I suck.

Generally, I write better while at work, since I'm trapped to my desk and it's easier to hide a word doc then a non-work website. And since I have off this entire week, I'm already finding it hard to concentrate at home. Yet! I will persevere, because this AU really needs to be done by New Years. It's just that kind of fic.

While I was procrastinating, though, I updated my website, and added my SGA stories (all two of them!) They even got their own page!

SGA fanfiction. I also made a header graphic for No Myth. And did some laundry. And ate a lot. Not working is great :)

( raw snippy? because Rodney is just my favorite character ever )

Title: Pudding, And Other Rare Commodities
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 4500+
Summary: “Wait. Wait, are you honestly trying to trade sexual favors for my Snack Pack?”
A/N: Basically, this was written because of this brain fart, and for a crackfic, this took up way too much of my time. It also doesn't make a hell of a lot of sense, but eh *shrugs* I have a thing about pudding. And pie (of course). And puppets are just darn cool. Oh, and this wins for lamest title ever.

( Pudding, And Other Rare Commodities )

Much to my HP readers' dismay, I am currently penning another SGA fic, now with pudding! and I'm not sure where it's going. There definitely isn't much of a plot. And it'll be short, I think, unless I get some sort of burst of creativity, because there's really only so far I can take a story about Snack Packs, right? I mean, pudding is delicious, no doubt. No doubt at all. But it's not much to base a fic on.

raw snippy: ( Rodney’s gaze dropped down to John’s mouth, teeth biting into his lower lip. He seemed sort of expectant, and yeah. He was totally begging, eyes gone all soft and puppyish. It was a good look for him, but John wasn’t buying it. )

On another note, Maude is currently under the knife! My poor baby kitten *pets her* It'll be so sad not having her home tonight. The dogs won't know what to do with themselves.