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holdouttrout is, in fact, more awesome than anything I can think of at the moment. She surprised the hell out of me by gifting me with an actual paid account as a combined birthday/Christmas present. I'm still sort of in shock.
Anyway, I saw other people do this, and since I was actually *gaspshock* productive this year, I thought "why not?" So here we go:
List of Fic
Still Alive (for Leapgate) (SG1, PG) (Gen, Sam, Daniel) [853 words]
Legion (SG1, PG) (Gen, Sam) [582 words]
N is for No-Man's Land (for the Hammond tribute alphabet soup) (SG1, PG) (Gen, Hammond) [474 words]
The Substance of Things Hoped For (for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
apocalypse_kree) (SG1, PG-13) (Gen, Sam) [11,975 words]
In Accordance with Tilden's Law (SG1, PG-13/R) (Gen, RepliCarter) [1,608 words]
Question and Answer
My Favorite Stories of the Year: I think I'm most proud of The Substance of Things Hoped For, because I managed to keep a plot going throughout the entire thing. :) Also, I'm a sucker for post-apocalyptic, and once I got into writing it, it wrote a lot of itself.
My Best Stories This Year: Oh, now this is a weird question, because I always convince myself that my writing is much, much worse than everyone else's. As a result, I can never be objective enough to answer this, because I have no answer. Um, how about we go with either The Substance of Things Hoped For or In Accordance with Tilden's Law, if for no other reason than they're the last two and I spent the most time on them, so they feel more polished to me. Lame answer, I know.
Stories most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: N is for No-Man's Land, if we're honest here. Thing is, I don't even appreciate it, because it was a pinch-hit on a tight deadline, and I honestly decided it was "good enough". So, meh.
Stories I Wrote That I Never Thought I'd Write: Legion, because I never thought I'd connect random Catholic imagery with replicators. I think having Neon Genesis Evangelion be the first fandom I observed left damage on my psyche.
Most Fun Stories: Still Alive, hands down. Everything else is kind of angsy.
Sexiest Stories: *laughs a lot* Do you SEE the little "Gen" labels on everything? Maybe next year.
Hardest Stories to Write: In Accordance with Tilden's Law, hands down. From a technical standpoint, it's one of the hardest things I've ever written. Trying to make multiple "voices" or trains of thought weave in and out of each other, while writing in the second person, AND making it readable? I seriously had to be both sleep deprived and high on caffeine to just get over the inertia that came from beliving I couldn't write it.
Easiest Stories to Write: Still Alive just came and practically wrote itself.
Favorite...
Sam Carter: Hm. I think I need to write about other people. But out of all of them, Sam from The Substance of Things Hoped For is probably my favorite, for being true to her core after I stripped everything else away.
Daniel Jackson: I'm only including him because I had great fun in writing hallucination!Daniel in The Substance of Things Hoped For, which had to be how Daniel thinks filtered through Sam. Odd, yes. For pure Daniel though, I love his playful competence in Still Alive.
Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you'd predicted? More, because I honestly didn't expect write anything. I never thought I'd end up writing fanfic, so, well, any is, in fact, more than zero.
Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them? Any writing risks? Try "I wrote fanfic!" And it was scary and terrifying, butshanghairain was encouraging and let me ramble at him at all hours of the day. And I found out that I really, really missed writing (I used to do it as a kid and as a young teen), and it offered a kind of stress relief that had been sorely lacking in my life.
Do you have any goals for the New Year?: Finish WIPs. Succeed instargate_summer with Abyssis. Finally finish BDtH, which needs serious rewriting and its back half. Finish the Atlantis setting for the d20 rulebook. Work on the Lantash-in-Sam's-head AU in s9/s10. Work on ideas and plotting for "Mens et Manus". Don't stop writing because it's keeping me from going more batshit than I already am.
WIP Teaser
Bringing Down the House (the s9 post-apocalyptic fic, where the Ori came to Earth after "Ripple Effect", just like in the black team's reality, and only part of SG-1 made it out. Sam's been missing, presumed dead, for two years)
"No. I don't believe that. I refuse to believe that. The Sam Carter I know would not be wasting her life making noodles while her people were out there struggling to survive. She wouldn't be holed up on some backwater planet, hiding from the rest of the universe! Hiding from us!"
Something shifted in Sam's eyes. "The Sam Carter you know is dead," she said in a low voice.
Daniel snarled. "You're running away." Sam went rigid. She turned from him and stalked to the workbench, her back to them. "You know it, don't you. All those years in the military, and you're running. I always thought you were the strongest of us, but now I see you're just a coward."
"Daniel Jackson, you are incorrect."
Teal'c's voice cut through the haze of anger like a hot knife. Daniel suddenly realized that the other man was standing next to him, staring at Sam's shaking form. She had both palms flat on the workbench, arms straight as she held herself up.
"Get out."
"Colonel Carter."
Sam tensed and turned. Teal'c took a step forward. Barely-restrained fury blazed in her eyes. "I said, get out! And don't use that name!" she yelled, stalking forward.
Teal'c caught her wrist before the punch landed and held it. He looked straight into her eyes. "No."
In a Kingdom by the Sea (the complete and utter SGA AU, from "Rising")
The conversation settled into an uncomfortable lull. O'Neill was fidgeting, spinning a pen through his fingers. The metal caught the light, causing it to flash with each rotation. The reflection played across his face as he stared at the pen and his hands intently, and Elizabeth wondered what his reasons for calling her here really were.
"General?"
The pen clattered loudly on the desk. O'Neill sighed and looked her straight in the eye. "Dr. Weir. I need to ask a favor."
Elizabeth had been in politics long enough to know just how dangerous and valuable those words could be. But...this was Jack O'Neill. This was a man who didn't do politics. At the same time, he was also a man who wouldn't utter those words lightly. Therefore, it was more curiosity than anything else that led her to ask "What kind of favor?"
"I need you to take Carter with you on the Atlantis Project."
Kings Among Runaways [working title] (the AU where Lantash survived "Summit"/"Last Stand" because Sam became his host. Set roughly 4 years later, in s9)
They hadn't exactly been hiding in Sam's lab. They just had made themselves scare elsewhere on the base and had a lot of work to do. In retrospect, Sam, at least, should have known Cam would have figured it out eventually. That wasn't exactly comforting when Cam stuck his head in the door. "There you two are!" He walked into the lab, and gestured behind him. "I got tour guide duty, as Jackson's off hiding somewhere."
Sam gave a weak smile as Lantash did the mental equivilant of paling and gulping at his impending doom when the person Cam was leading around sauntered into the room and stopped dead in her tracks.
Cam, either oblivious or trying very hard to ignore the glaring signs of "this is a bad idea", damn him, smiled brightly and put his hand on their shoulder. "And this is Lt. Colonel Sam Carter and Lantash. And this is..."
"Vala Mal Doran," Lantash whispered.
Vala narrowed her eyes. "Tok'ra."
"Yes."
"Huh. I'm surprised you know my name."
"You are not the symbiote who enslaved you."
"Didn't stop you bastards from leaving me to rot like I was."
"I...I didn't want them to. Not right after the extraction..."
Vala was quiet for a moment, stiff-backed. "You were there, weren't you?" she hissed. "At that extraction."
"I...yes. Yes, I was," Lantash whispered, looking at the ground. Which is why he didn't see it coming when Vala slapped him hard across the face.
"Then you're even more of a bastard than I thought," she spat and stormed off.
Cam stared wide-eyed at the scene. Sam rubbed her jaw. "Ow."
stargate_summer fic of DOOM!
The crystals were a wonderful technology, but trust a Tok'ra to manage to screw even them up. "Cozy, but the decor leaves a lot to be desired. Tell me, have you ever considered natural lighting?"
Ba'al can feel the glowers on the back of his neck, and can't help but smirk because they're powerless to stop him, even here, in the heart of their stronghold. Carter's spiders are holding them at bay. One wrong move, and they become so much bloody flesh, much like the poor idiots at the rings.
He sees one spider scurry past his legs, leaving a trail of tiny bloody footprints as it skitters past, clickity-clack on the crystal. He's really beginning to love those things.
"Really, now. We're here on a visit. We've heard that there's someone here who's just dying to see us." And oh, how they clench their fists and grit their teeth at that. He eyes Carter, standing next to him in her immaculate gray suit (really, it's so much better than those BDUs), face impassive. He knows what she's doing. It doesn't really matter how much the Tok'ra posture and refuse and delay.
Ah, here it is. Carter cocks her head to him. "This way." She moves down a set of tunnels, and from the way the Tok'ra look, he knows she got it right.
They come to a room, and there he is, lying on the bed. "Ah, Selmak and Daddy Carter. We've come to visit you."
holdouttrout is, in fact, more awesome than anything I can think of at the moment. She surprised the hell out of me by gifting me with an actual paid account as a combined birthday/Christmas present. I'm still sort of in shock.Anyway, I saw other people do this, and since I was actually *gaspshock* productive this year, I thought "why not?" So here we go:
List of Fic
Still Alive (for Leapgate) (SG1, PG) (Gen, Sam, Daniel) [853 words]
Legion (SG1, PG) (Gen, Sam) [582 words]
N is for No-Man's Land (for the Hammond tribute alphabet soup) (SG1, PG) (Gen, Hammond) [474 words]
The Substance of Things Hoped For (for
apocalypse_kree) (SG1, PG-13) (Gen, Sam) [11,975 words]In Accordance with Tilden's Law (SG1, PG-13/R) (Gen, RepliCarter) [1,608 words]
Question and Answer
My Favorite Stories of the Year: I think I'm most proud of The Substance of Things Hoped For, because I managed to keep a plot going throughout the entire thing. :) Also, I'm a sucker for post-apocalyptic, and once I got into writing it, it wrote a lot of itself.
My Best Stories This Year: Oh, now this is a weird question, because I always convince myself that my writing is much, much worse than everyone else's. As a result, I can never be objective enough to answer this, because I have no answer. Um, how about we go with either The Substance of Things Hoped For or In Accordance with Tilden's Law, if for no other reason than they're the last two and I spent the most time on them, so they feel more polished to me. Lame answer, I know.
Stories most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: N is for No-Man's Land, if we're honest here. Thing is, I don't even appreciate it, because it was a pinch-hit on a tight deadline, and I honestly decided it was "good enough". So, meh.
Stories I Wrote That I Never Thought I'd Write: Legion, because I never thought I'd connect random Catholic imagery with replicators. I think having Neon Genesis Evangelion be the first fandom I observed left damage on my psyche.
Most Fun Stories: Still Alive, hands down. Everything else is kind of angsy.
Sexiest Stories: *laughs a lot* Do you SEE the little "Gen" labels on everything? Maybe next year.
Hardest Stories to Write: In Accordance with Tilden's Law, hands down. From a technical standpoint, it's one of the hardest things I've ever written. Trying to make multiple "voices" or trains of thought weave in and out of each other, while writing in the second person, AND making it readable? I seriously had to be both sleep deprived and high on caffeine to just get over the inertia that came from beliving I couldn't write it.
Easiest Stories to Write: Still Alive just came and practically wrote itself.
Favorite...
Sam Carter: Hm. I think I need to write about other people. But out of all of them, Sam from The Substance of Things Hoped For is probably my favorite, for being true to her core after I stripped everything else away.
Daniel Jackson: I'm only including him because I had great fun in writing hallucination!Daniel in The Substance of Things Hoped For, which had to be how Daniel thinks filtered through Sam. Odd, yes. For pure Daniel though, I love his playful competence in Still Alive.
Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you'd predicted? More, because I honestly didn't expect write anything. I never thought I'd end up writing fanfic, so, well, any is, in fact, more than zero.
Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them? Any writing risks? Try "I wrote fanfic!" And it was scary and terrifying, but
shanghairain was encouraging and let me ramble at him at all hours of the day. And I found out that I really, really missed writing (I used to do it as a kid and as a young teen), and it offered a kind of stress relief that had been sorely lacking in my life.Do you have any goals for the New Year?: Finish WIPs. Succeed in
stargate_summer with Abyssis. Finally finish BDtH, which needs serious rewriting and its back half. Finish the Atlantis setting for the d20 rulebook. Work on the Lantash-in-Sam's-head AU in s9/s10. Work on ideas and plotting for "Mens et Manus". Don't stop writing because it's keeping me from going more batshit than I already am.WIP Teaser
Bringing Down the House (the s9 post-apocalyptic fic, where the Ori came to Earth after "Ripple Effect", just like in the black team's reality, and only part of SG-1 made it out. Sam's been missing, presumed dead, for two years)
"No. I don't believe that. I refuse to believe that. The Sam Carter I know would not be wasting her life making noodles while her people were out there struggling to survive. She wouldn't be holed up on some backwater planet, hiding from the rest of the universe! Hiding from us!"
Something shifted in Sam's eyes. "The Sam Carter you know is dead," she said in a low voice.
Daniel snarled. "You're running away." Sam went rigid. She turned from him and stalked to the workbench, her back to them. "You know it, don't you. All those years in the military, and you're running. I always thought you were the strongest of us, but now I see you're just a coward."
"Daniel Jackson, you are incorrect."
Teal'c's voice cut through the haze of anger like a hot knife. Daniel suddenly realized that the other man was standing next to him, staring at Sam's shaking form. She had both palms flat on the workbench, arms straight as she held herself up.
"Get out."
"Colonel Carter."
Sam tensed and turned. Teal'c took a step forward. Barely-restrained fury blazed in her eyes. "I said, get out! And don't use that name!" she yelled, stalking forward.
Teal'c caught her wrist before the punch landed and held it. He looked straight into her eyes. "No."
In a Kingdom by the Sea (the complete and utter SGA AU, from "Rising")
The conversation settled into an uncomfortable lull. O'Neill was fidgeting, spinning a pen through his fingers. The metal caught the light, causing it to flash with each rotation. The reflection played across his face as he stared at the pen and his hands intently, and Elizabeth wondered what his reasons for calling her here really were.
"General?"
The pen clattered loudly on the desk. O'Neill sighed and looked her straight in the eye. "Dr. Weir. I need to ask a favor."
Elizabeth had been in politics long enough to know just how dangerous and valuable those words could be. But...this was Jack O'Neill. This was a man who didn't do politics. At the same time, he was also a man who wouldn't utter those words lightly. Therefore, it was more curiosity than anything else that led her to ask "What kind of favor?"
"I need you to take Carter with you on the Atlantis Project."
Kings Among Runaways [working title] (the AU where Lantash survived "Summit"/"Last Stand" because Sam became his host. Set roughly 4 years later, in s9)
They hadn't exactly been hiding in Sam's lab. They just had made themselves scare elsewhere on the base and had a lot of work to do. In retrospect, Sam, at least, should have known Cam would have figured it out eventually. That wasn't exactly comforting when Cam stuck his head in the door. "There you two are!" He walked into the lab, and gestured behind him. "I got tour guide duty, as Jackson's off hiding somewhere."
Sam gave a weak smile as Lantash did the mental equivilant of paling and gulping at his impending doom when the person Cam was leading around sauntered into the room and stopped dead in her tracks.
Cam, either oblivious or trying very hard to ignore the glaring signs of "this is a bad idea", damn him, smiled brightly and put his hand on their shoulder. "And this is Lt. Colonel Sam Carter and Lantash. And this is..."
"Vala Mal Doran," Lantash whispered.
Vala narrowed her eyes. "Tok'ra."
"Yes."
"Huh. I'm surprised you know my name."
"You are not the symbiote who enslaved you."
"Didn't stop you bastards from leaving me to rot like I was."
"I...I didn't want them to. Not right after the extraction..."
Vala was quiet for a moment, stiff-backed. "You were there, weren't you?" she hissed. "At that extraction."
"I...yes. Yes, I was," Lantash whispered, looking at the ground. Which is why he didn't see it coming when Vala slapped him hard across the face.
"Then you're even more of a bastard than I thought," she spat and stormed off.
Cam stared wide-eyed at the scene. Sam rubbed her jaw. "Ow."
stargate_summer fic of DOOM!The crystals were a wonderful technology, but trust a Tok'ra to manage to screw even them up. "Cozy, but the decor leaves a lot to be desired. Tell me, have you ever considered natural lighting?"
Ba'al can feel the glowers on the back of his neck, and can't help but smirk because they're powerless to stop him, even here, in the heart of their stronghold. Carter's spiders are holding them at bay. One wrong move, and they become so much bloody flesh, much like the poor idiots at the rings.
He sees one spider scurry past his legs, leaving a trail of tiny bloody footprints as it skitters past, clickity-clack on the crystal. He's really beginning to love those things.
"Really, now. We're here on a visit. We've heard that there's someone here who's just dying to see us." And oh, how they clench their fists and grit their teeth at that. He eyes Carter, standing next to him in her immaculate gray suit (really, it's so much better than those BDUs), face impassive. He knows what she's doing. It doesn't really matter how much the Tok'ra posture and refuse and delay.
Ah, here it is. Carter cocks her head to him. "This way." She moves down a set of tunnels, and from the way the Tok'ra look, he knows she got it right.
They come to a room, and there he is, lying on the bed. "Ah, Selmak and Daddy Carter. We've come to visit you."
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I try. Also, I DID WARN YOU I was posting teasers.
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Now, to make up that Ba'al, Replicarter, Teal'c, team icon fest!
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Yes, ma'am! Time to go screenshot hunting. :)
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*MAYBE*
*cough* RepliBondage *cough*
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I admit nothing.
*cough* RepliBondage *cough*
*cough* Sam/Lantash/Vala *cough*
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Don't. ever. stop. Please. I mean it. I love your Sam and how you've captured the depth of her psyche and your handle on what makes her the person she is. I've been meaning to get back here since I read In Accordance with Tilden's Law for that very reason. There are just not enough good Sam Carter stories like that out there. I just finished reading Legion - it gave me such a chill.
Looking forward to read those wips once they're finished. :)
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And thank you for saying that about Tilden's Law and Legion. Half the time I feel like I have no idea what I'm doing, so you telling me how those two worked for you means a lot.
I'm looking forward to finishing those WiPs! :)