The Unforgotten Country

I have the horrible urge to write fan fiction for things I've never actually seen thanks to some awesome fics over on AO3. I keep smushing those urges down because SERIOUSLY MUSES, NO BISCUIT.

Add to that the messy messy piles of Stargate Atlantis AUs that I am trying to triage and I'm starting to think that fandom canon is really only a launching block for me. I take the idea and the rough outline of the fictives and run. (Sentient Atlantis gets ALL the love. *solemn nod*)

Which is really not the best habit in a fan fiction writer. *sighs*

I'd blame the DayQuil, but these plot bunnies have been around for a decade now so... yeah. (I also really want to give up and rewrite a version of In Dreams of Trees so it's an actual SG:A fic instead of an odd homage to one.)

Anywho, back to formatting and archiving and driving the poor tag minders over on AO3 nuts. *rolls up sleeves and gets back to updating*

I started trying to sort and organize the Harry Potter fan fiction and I realized a scary thing... There is a LOT more fic hidden out there than I thought. A lot of the stuff wasn't tagged properly, but I only ever posted it to LJ and DW neither of which seem to have a decent journal search feature. (Unless I'm missing something?)

So... yeah. As I find things I'm fixing the tags and making copies to Ao3, Google Docs, and to Martha.net, but I'm worried that I won't find it all. There are also some draft fics that never made it to a finished version that I'm poking at. Part of me worries that I've been out of the fandoms so long that anything I write will be wildly OOC... but then I remember some of the highly rated fics where everyone acts like pre-teen girls and I realize it doesn't matter. ;)

Oh well, at least it means I'm paranoid enough about archiving now that I'll be more careful going forward!

*rolls up sleeves and gets back to work*

Memeage via paian and stultiloquentia and synecdochic and... you get the idea. ^_~

Five random snippits from various Works in Progress that I really should get around to finishing (or properly starting, as the case may be.)


1. He wasn't sure how they'd gotten here, or when 'we' and 'I' and 'us' had started to blur the lines of definition-- but here they were and here she was, because suspended above the ground was a glowing, seismic, core of self that was Atlantis. Beside him, around him, within him, were his five other selves-- not counting the heartbeat of the city that pulsed through each of them. (here)

2. "Get out." And the desert is back, full force, the sun shuddering into a thousand brighter echoes of his fury.

"Wake UP." She's still fighting as the sun flakes skin from her arms, burns her retinas to milky white, strips her down to bones and darkness. Because the sun was his armor, his weapon, and she will never ask. (here)

3. She isn't Daniel, who buried a his past under a mountain of sand. She isn't Teal'c who walked from one captivity into another. And she isn't O'Niel, who'd sent Elizabeth and her team through the gate with a blessing akin to a eulogy. (here)

4. "Somewhere in this godforsaken galaxy there's a Bahamas planet," Steven glared grumpily at the ice covered gate. His jacket crackling as he shifted underneath the thin blanket of crusted snow that had accumulated in the past few minutes. "And I'm going to find it."

"You're a geologist," a slightly snowier lump of marine objected, "What on earth would you do on an island?" Trish was somewhat amazed that Matt had managed to acquired quite as much snow as he had. Apparently he's was in some sort of snow collecting competition with Amy and Ant; at this point she could only tell them apart only because of the difference in height.

"I'd study the sand."

"Leeeeetletinyrocks," Amy agreed, a theatrically tiny voice echoing from under the living snowbank. There was a pause. "Wif fangs." (here)

5. If you could have anything, what would it be?

It was only a dream, so what did it hurt? "I want them to live." He swept the whole universe into his hand, galaxy upon galaxy of people who lived and died on someone else's whim. (here)

Ah, got-it... *scribbles maddly*

For All The Years That Do Us Harm

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And These Cold Comforts Warm

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Eh, this challenge is sort of stumping me, have a couple half-baked thread, but nothing that works yet. Arg. >.<;;

( The Coping Mechanism Challenge )

I've decided to test out DreamWidth (of which I am uncommonly fond, hence the paid account) by copying my fan fiction over. So there will be a bit of maneuvering --as I have enough drabbles to choke several dragons-- which should prove interesting. I'm also going to crosspost all WIP fics and related ramblings, since if DW flies well (and it's already pretty kickass for just being in Open Beta!) I'll be moving all of the fanfic there for simplicities sake.

Now this doesn't mean I'm leaving LiveJournal, as my friends are all still here (for the moment! ^_~ heh) but that I'll have both journals up and running and reading my flist on both.

I've already imported my flist (although there won't be any locked content on DW) and I've added those of you I know have DW accounts already. If anyone has one I've missed, please let me know! And if anyone would like an invite code, I'll give a yell as soon as I have some. ^_^

WIP copy, finished version has been posted.

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If you could have anything, what would it be?

It was only a dream, so what did it hurt? "I want them to live." He swept the whole universe into his hand, galaxy upon galaxy of people who lived and died on someone else's whim.

Not 'us'?

"No." And he didn't have to think, because that was the rule of dreams, they only asked questions you already knew the answer to. "That's not how it works."

And you know how wishes work?

"Yes."

Sometimes McCravy thinks Earth could use a little predation. A swift kick in the pants for global bureaucracies, reminding them in an ocean as vast as the universe... there's always going to be a bigger fish.

But he knows it's pointless. Faced with Ori, Wraith, Replicators, what have they done? Spun paperwork cocoons to wrap the truth as far away from everyday life as possible. When -not if, but when- the bigger fish finally arrives, Mr. and Mrs. Bystander will be just as unprepared as if Earth hadn't had a decade to set their nets.

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy.

Stargate Atlantis to end after Season 5 (but will continue on in direct-to-DVD movies)