Bright End of Nowhere

Today's Qwertee might be of interest to some people.

I feel slightly guilty that my interest in the Stargate WiPs I've got languishing on my harddrive is continuing to wane. There are spikes of interest here and there, but nothing's lit a fire under me about it for awhile. I'm sure I'll find it again eventually.

On the other hand, in danger of stating the goddamn obvious (TM :) ), I've been running into Persona and Shin Megami Tensei full-tilt. Guys, I have an apocafic percolating in my head, and it is Epic and Glorious. Mythology! Angst! Drama! Duty! Psychology! The End of the World! *rolls around happily*

(There is also the crossover kidfic that I swear I'm not writing. holdouttrout knows how much I'm swearing this.

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I am so doomed, aren't I?)

Also, to my great surprise, some original fic characters from years ago popped up in my brain again, bringing with them a new, better, and utterly fascinating origin story. And character redesign, of course. But I'm considering writing this story, if I can find the plot. Well, beyond one character's homecoming for her denied birthright. (Fantasy world! Spooky powers! Assassins! Assassins as a team with PTSD!) There also might be research required, oh no. (Kiyo's been albino and Tam's been blind since they were both created. Serj, I haven't figured out what his deal is yet.)

ETA: The default blue text shows up worse on black than I thought, now that I'm not staring at crappy laptop screen. Changed to a less stupid color. Apologies.


Title: Legion
Author: ultranos
Rating/Warning: PG, immediately post-"Gemini", s08 SG-1
Notes: Thanks to shanghairain for the quick once-over editing job. If it sucks, it's my fault, not his. Also, abyssinia4077? This one's for you.
Summary: "'What is your name?' 'My name is Legion," he replied, "for we are many.'" (Mark 5:9)

So, I suppose I should come clean about some of the inspiration for this fic. A few months eariler, I had finished reading a long Hellsing fic that included a reference to the demon Legion, along with the relevant Biblical quote. Ever since, that quotation had stuck in my brain.

Eventually, as things are wont to do in my head, during a conversation about Sam and RepliCarter and "why 'Gemini' is the most underrated episode of Stargate ever", the two converged. I know I wanted to explore the war in Sam's head after "Gemini", how much it haunted her, and the Biblical allusion just snapped into place.

The summary is just the quotation. To this day, I'm not sure if it works or doesn't. I couldn't think of a good actual summary for the fic, beyond "Sam angsts after 'Gemini".

I think the quote works better.

( DVD Commentary )

Title: The Great Cookie Batter War
Pairing/Characters: Cameron/Sam
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, dear god. Food porn.
Word Count: 963
Notes: Originally written for Porn Battle VII for the prompt "Cameron/Sam, cookies" here. This is the full version. Thanks to abyssinia4077 for the quick lookover. And handholding, because, ack, I just wrote pure PWP for the first time.

( The Great Cookie Batter War )

Title: Still Alive
Author: ultranos
Rating: PG
Notes: written for abyssinia4077's LeapGate back in February/March for the prompt "Sam, Daniel: Science". I only just got around to archiving it here. My bad.

( Still Alive )

Title: The Substance of Things Hoped For
Author: ultranos
Rating: PG-13ish
Pairing: None
Word Count: 11,975
Warnings: Death count is at least 6 billion.
Prompt: 123. Sam. 'Grace' AU. She escapes, alone, and returns to Earth only to find the Earth ravaged by disaster--either natural or man-made.
Note: Thanks to abyssinia4077 for the encouragement and listening to me blather on about where the hell the story was going for hours on end, and thanks to aurora_novarum for the beta work. (She's too good for me, really.) Written for the apocalypse_kree ficathon.
Summary: There is no sound in space.

( The Substance of Things Hoped For )

Title: N is for No-Man's Land
Author: ultranos
Rating/Warning: PG
Summary: They say war is hell.
Notes: for the Hammond Alphabet Soup tribute.
Special thanks to shanghairain for the insanely fast and useful beta.

( N is for No-Man's Land )

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I think I finished the alpha draft for BDtH. \o/

Now to edit the damn thing.

How about after I collapse and sleep?

(Also, anyone interested in beta'ing a slightly-dark apocafic? shanghairain, who's playing my editor beta (grammatically and "does this sound right"?), and I are way to close, since he's been my sounding-board for the last few months. I feel like I'm making some wild assertions, and I need someone fresh to smack me if I'm not sufficiently substantiating them. This would be after I (and shanghairain) get done with the initial edits.)

Yesterday, I had an hours-long zephyr conversation with shanghairain, which was really me running thought-trains at him for hours. The upside of this is that I finally figured out what was pinging wrong with BDtH. It's a lot more complex and nuanced than I originally thought, so I'm also glad I figured it out now instead of when trying to write it earlier and having to throw it all out.

The downside is that I have to wait until Wednesday evening at the earliest to actually do something about it (curse you, quantum). At least I have a few days to let the implications and consequences percolate through my head.

It should also be noted that shanghairain and I should not be allowed to have late-night zephyr conversations. He totally encourages me when I come up with the truly cracktastic ideas.

I think the heat is getting to me (no, I am not counting being woken up by the poster falling down on my head this morning). Otherwise, I'm at an utter and complete loss as to explain the SG fanfic in my head. Real fanfic, as opposed to stuff I can throw into Spearhead and blindside my players with. (Note to self: Look up other dead languages. Don't stop at Linear B.)

[If my players are going to pull things like buying dinosaurs for six bars of chocolate off of a 37 on a Diplomacy check, I get to pull out the weirdshit.]

One good thing I've noticed in writing out background notes for the new fic (it's the one I've been complaining about, now with title, so we all know I'm serious), as well as Mens et Manus, is that, by walking into this fandom essentially blind, I can make wild assertions (where by "wild", I mean "I am extrapolating these things and not picking it up from fanon". It probably matches approximately few other people's) based only on my understanding of canon. This will probably lead to some people scratching their heads, while other parties get to sit back and be amused.