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Woot, weekend trifecta! I met three of my goals this weekend: to write fic, to get in a decent run, and to make awesome stuff in the kitchen. Here is the fic:

.sga: The night before book club (John/Rodney) PG13
A snippet from an AU dogeared and I tossed around a while ago, wherein Rodney joins a book group in order to get some action. (It was an act of desperation, we think.) You can find it here, with some other awesome stuff from Cate's sammich/beds/making out fest.

.spn: Run on (Dean/Castiel) NC17
Another AU snippet, something else that Melface and I thought about. In it, Castiel and Dean are on the run from evil corporate-types, and all that adrenaline and tension has to go somewhere, finally. Here is where it goes, specifically. Written for Porn Battle VIII.

the run and the food )
aesc: (uriel. he's badass.)
Oooof, big writing night! Now to turn some of this mojo into writing, say, my dissertation *sigh*

A day of salt and newspapers John/Rodney (R) | ~2,960 words
The second fic in the selmelier!Rodney AU (which now has its own tag!), in which John strives to instruct Rodney in the virtues of good customer service. Written for [community profile] mcsmooch

Blooded with the spirit of a god Dean/Castiel (PG13) | 690 words
A commentfic for a [community profile] deancastiel flash-comment challenge, using the prompt words "ichor, devilish [which I left out, heh], outmatch, adequate." Castiel fears he's not enough and gives Dean one more weapon to use to keep Sam safe.

In other news: Death Cab for Cutie's "Brothers in a Hotel Bed" and "Stable Song" are kind of destroying me. We had the first tulip of spring in our garden today, bright red and very happy to bloom. As the tree outside my study window indicates, the trees are lasciviously and promiscuously fornicating now.

What this means: The amount of sinus- and allergy-related whining on this LJ is probably going to increase. You have been warned.
aesc: (intense!Rodney)
The Hard Sel (John/Rodney) PG13 | ~3,400 words
A gift and a really terrible pun for the birthday of the fabulous, lovely [ profile] dogeared. I hope your day is filled with wonderful and happy things, best Jenn!! ♥♥♥

(This is set in the little selmelier!Rodney AU [ profile] dogeared and I have talked about; there is one drabble here that got this fic started. What is a selmelier, you ask? Well, read on!)

'Roman soldiers were paid in salt,' John says. He tries out his best knowing, you-should-be-impressed-with-me grin. )
aesc: (girl assistant)
Probably this is [ profile] insight2's fault, but while I was brushing my teeth last night it occurred to me that it would be interesting (one word for it) to develop an angelic language, now that Skanr has been my practice run for language construction. What I've been thinking of is a language that is Romance-like in the sense that angels use different forms of the copulative (to be) for the created world and the divine, to express the distinction they'd probably make between essence versus state. Or would they just see the entire world as a collection of things in a state of being or becoming or changing? And how would the near-infinite think about the bounded and contained, anyway? *ponders these things*

In similar SPN news, I wrote one more drabble, In terra aliena (In a Strange Land) for the [ profile] deancastiel drabble challenge.


By executive order, I have decided that on a semiregular basis (maybe every other Sunday, or however often I feel like it), I will contribute to weekend sloth and work avoidance by writing drabbles on request. When requests are open, I will note which fandoms I'm writing in; all you need to do is name your fandom, character/pairing, and prompt, and I will write 100 words of something. This post will be the prompt and response post, for purposes of consolidation.

.drabble prompts: Leave me a fandom/character/pairing and a prompt (SGA, SPN, Bones, and I guess I will take Merlin*) and I will see what I can do.


In unrelated news, Iron & Wine's The Shepherd's Dog is completely awesome and I have been listening to it obsessively.

* = I like Morgana a lot and wish something heavy would land on Uther. And I like how Arthur is kind of a jerk, but basically a decent guy. Also, I am deeply amused and, dare I say it, somewhat gratified, by the fact that the incantation languages involve Old English. A lot of this is because the Anglo-Saxons really did not like teh magics.

*le sigh* Sunday is over, alas! Drabbles closed for now.
aesc: (girl assistant)
[fic] Martha Stewart's Private Hell (PG13) John/Rodney | ~1400
Part of Roommates!verse, which means, of course, that the boys are only semi-domesticated. Still, I wrote this for [ profile] casa_mcshep, which already has a ton of wonderful domestic-type things! Martha Stewart's Private Hell.

[art] Crossroads Blues/Possession over Judgment Day
I was working on this for something else, but the larger piece wouldn't come together, and seeing as I'd already invested time and effort in it, I thought I might as well try to get a header out of the thing. There's a completely textful version, as well as a textless, and two with textual permutations. I love Dean and the blues, what can I say?

.32-20 blues )

ALSO: According to MSNBC, The Smithsonian wants to acquire Aretha Franklin's inauguration hat. Well, all I have to say is that they're gonna have to fight an Air Force pilot, astrophysicist, angel of the Lord, and Dean Fucking Winchester for it. DEATHMATCH, people. DEATHMATCH.

In other news: asd;lkjdflkj Steelers! I have no deep loyalty to them (or the Cardinals), but I kind of have a soft spot for Pittsburgh because I had a wonderful great-aunt and uncle who lived there, and the place has fond memories. Also, I think "Terrible Towel" sounds hysterical. So, yay Steelers!
aesc: (narwhal!)
From various places on my flist:

Drop me a comment, and I'll tell you the first thing that comes into my mind when I think of you, whether it makes sense or not.

I was pretty productive this morning despite having to drag myself out of bed and despite almost falling asleep in the shower. This is pleasing to me.


.eta: Now updated with commentfic! [ profile] ladycat777 wrote some of her totally awesome Mer/John here (it continues into the next comment, it is a TWO PART COMMENTFIC HURRAH!), and I wrote a bit of subdued Dean and Castiel here for [ profile] smilla02, occasioned by Kim Manners's death. RIP, my man.
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First, thank you to all those who commented on and enabled my weirdness re: Aretha Franklin's hat on Friday. ILU FANDOM.

Second, I wrote a couple of wee ficlets today!

Supernatural (PG13) John/Rodney | ~830 words
[AU, set after "The Eye"] Written for [ profile] mcsmooch. John is a _____ and Rodney is a ______. (And this, as they say, is a fic of crack.) A bit out of my usual way: I DID IT EVEN THOUGH AMBER THOUGHT I WOULDN'T HA HA HA!

What Is Next to Godliness (NC17) Dean/Castiel | ~500 words
Written for PORN BATTLE VII over at [ profile] oxoniensis. I picked "laundry," because for some reason I have a fondness for laundromat/laundry room sex0rs. Don't ask me why: Angels have victory sex too?

In other news: I've realized that all my story ideas start coming right when I really need to get back to work. Unfair.

.eta: One of the most adorable ficlets I have ever ever ever read, oh my god ♥♥♥ [ profile] dogeared is made of wonderful things!
aesc: (girl assistant)
The Old World (PG13) ?John/Rodney; Dean, Sam, Castiel | ~ 10,890
Okay, so I wrote the first version of this ages and ages ago for [ profile] randomeliza, but writing gift!fic always alarms me and I never feel quite happy with it. So, I set it aside and let it sit and sit and sit for a very long time, and pretty much forgot about its existence until I was hunting through my Folder of Random Unfinished Things and brought it up from the depths. It seemed sort of sad to let 7,000 words go to waste, so I edited the piece and updated the canon for my own edification and now, I bring it to you!

"The Old World" is, for the canon-savvy, set at some point before the fallout from events in 5.19 in SGA and some time after 4.10 in SPN, although I've tried to set up explanations so you don't need to know canon for both shows in detail... Really, the fic now is kind of an excuse to fuse some of the Stargate canon with scriptural pseudoepigraphia and apocrypha, because I find that way too fun not to do. (One final note: It occurs to me that this has probably been done at least ten times in the vastness of SGA and SPN fandoms. Forgive me?)

She's twenty feet from the store and a few steps from her car when she sees him, the old man. 'Mister?' she asks. 'Mister, you okay?' )
aesc: (yes and yes)
Some very nice things to post on this Sunday night! \o/

1.) Swim shorts, barefooted, wild-haired (John/Rodney). Written for [ profile] mcsmooch, but really for [ profile] tardis80, whose beautiful, lovely postcards (like this one, which was the inspiration) cheered me up so much during the wretchedness of last fall and winter ♥♥♥ It's boys on the pier on a summer day, being lazy after saving the world.

2.) Thank you so very much to everyone who nominated some of my stuff for the McShep Awards! I'm completely thrilled that people come by here and look at things, much less enjoy them and remember them, and really, it's kind of awesomely cool for me. And once the nominations go up, I can guarantee you will have lots of great things to read and look at and be amazed by.

3.) I would just like to say that I really REALLY REALLY REALLY love this cap from "Vegas." Seriously. I have a deep and abiding love for profile shots of John where he's looking up; indeed, one might say it verges on "disturbing obsession." His throat, oh my god. *flails a bit* I put this behind a cut because I can't bring myself to make it smaller than 600px:

mmmmmmph )

4.) SPN 4.07 spoilery remarks, cut just in case and also, yay Castiel! )

Tomorrow: Shall be posted this SGA/SPN crossover fic that I finished some time last year but sort of repressed in my memory. I remember I wrote it terribly fast, and when I write something long and very quickly I tend to be very unhappy with it. So, I let it sit... and sit... and sit... and excavated it the other day. Now it's been edited, canon adjusted for my own benefit, and possibly ready to go.
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It just occurred to me that one of the things on my Backlog of Stuff is linking to things what I wrote and arted over the past two months. So, here they are:

[fic] Faith Healing (John/Rodney PG13) ~11,800 words
An AU for [ profile] temaris's [ profile] sga_santa present! I completely blanked on a halfway decent title for it, which was idiotic, because the story had two sources I knew (Moby's remix of "Run On" and The Band's "WS Walcott Medicine Show") and one which I had completely forgotten until I saw it the other day (Supernatural ep "Faith," which features faith healing in a muddy field in southern Nebraska.)

Anyway, the story gave me hell but it's posted and here it is, with safe planets and Asgard and the Trust and Rodney's horrible, horrible roadtrip with Lorne, and, of course, John: Faith Healing.

[art] Arbor (Teyla, gen PG13)
Art done for [ profile] siriaeve's Teyla!fic as part of [ profile] artword's Astronomy challenge. She does write an awesome Teyla, you guys, srsly. There's team, too, but a lot of team through her eyes: Arbor.

The art is a cover, and sort of an experiment in how to do coloring with brushes and not have a decent drawing tablet. I desaturated the image of Teyla and recolored it in places using splotchy brushes of various persuasions... It took a bit, but it came out okay, I think.
aesc: (astro!John)
Yes, post of random!

The next challenge is up at [ profile] artword, and is ASTRONOMY, inspired by NASA's photos of the day. In the manner of cosmic matter into a black hole, I have been sucked into the archives and have spent a lot of time wishing for a spaceship, and remembering when I wanted to be an astronomer.

Living in central Florida as I did, NASA was a big part of my life--lots of field trips, and shuttles or rockets going up were always news. My first clear memory of joy or tragedy beyond my family was when Challenger exploded in 1986; I can very clearly recall standing in the kitchen, watching the shuttle break apart on our tiny TV, and realizing this was something way past my previous experiences. My dream for the future is to live in a place with no light pollution, and a telescope. (Which explains a bit of why I wrote this for [ profile] mcsmooch.)

Speaking of writing, cut for viking!boys and poll! )

Also, I just took this and I love my silly black dog:

[ profile] dogeared points out that Finn is asking "Whut r u doin?"
aesc: (hellooo John)
Last night of freedom *le sigh* So have some porn.

Paradox (NC17) John/Rodney | ~1,470
The mildest of bondage, just some tying up and somewhat dominant!Rodney. (Srsly, this is about as kinky as I get, people, and that is not very kinky.) Instigated and contributed to by [ profile] siriaeve, with whom I had a very illuminating discussion over YM earlier.

...the related mystery of how John's entire body, or only his eyes, can carry demand, control, even as Rodney pushes him down and pins his wrists to the bed and uses that leverage to fuck him, or, as now, laces his hands together behind his back, tying them tight with Athosian-woven rope. )
aesc: (yes and yes)
Just a small happy post, because I've had so much fun this week, and I hope I can keep the cheerfulness going into the second half of the semester. Featuring: yarn, pretty trees, and SRPOINGS.

happy things of a visual nature )

And how about some more SPROING!? Totally spontaneous and unpremeditated.

Now is the part where people die. )
aesc: (yes and yes)
One and All (NC17) John/Rodney | ~ 6,730 words
Part of hockey!verse and written as a belated present for the birthday of [ profile] amberlynne, the great bamboozler *smoooooches* "One and All" takes place before "Playing the Body," and will (I hope) set up a bit of longer story that hashes out what, exactly, is going on with the boys.

Even with the pads and sweater and bulky pants, John can sense the contours of Rodney's body shifting as he skates, the broad shoulders, unexpected strength to his torso that keeps John up late at night, thinking, body feeling and winding itself tighter until the only left to do is for John to close his eyes and fist his cock and give himself up to it. )
aesc: (yes and yes)
.Hands-On Learning (PG13) John/Rodney
Part of the Restoration Hardware AU, and takes place at some indeterminate time before More Temperate. Written as part of a small "it's Sunday morning, pick a body part" exchange with [ profile] siriaeve, [ profile] dogeared, and [ profile] sheafrotherdon; my part is "hands" :D

Now they’re on the far end of a very long Monday, and John doesn’t need to know that Rodney’s car is broken to know that Rodney’s spent the entire day fuming )
aesc: (pretending I'm happy)
Hurray, I finally surmounted my previously insurmountable lameitude and wrote something! Written for and posted at [ profile] sga_flashfic for the Comfort Challenge:

.A Story Involving Blankets (~1,660)
Rodney doesn't say the obvious, for once, which is that agrop were native to Sateda, and that probably only Satedans would appreciate a comforter stuffed with the feathers of a poisonous bird.

That's right, the agrop gets a mention! See the agrop! tag for further details.

In other news: I start yoga tomorrow! And I finally located my bicycle pump, so I can start riding to school again and not relying on roommates who do not turn on their damned phone to coordinate driving schedules.

Also, [ profile] sgabigbang is starting up its review/DVD commentary/promotion event for September. I thought about posting, except... what the hell would I have to say about my stuff? :/ And, you know, who would read it? If anything, I'm more inclined to talk about the art for [ profile] cathalin than my own story, which I still haven't assimilated in my own head.
aesc: (yes and yes)
Hurray, [ profile] sgabigbang is live here! As I did last year, I contributed both fic and art, the better to plague you with.

"Bud, you can't stay here all night," the waiter said to the space captain. "You got to go."

"In a minute," the space captain said. "Let me finish, okay?"

The man had been drinking the same cup of coffee for the past hour. Postum got worse the longer it sat; it must have been like drinking wheat-flavored sludge. McKay watched as the man took another sip, hoarding it for a moment before swallowing, and this time the bitterness in McKay's mouth was the unfamiliar taste of a guilty conscience. He waved the waiter over.

"Another?" Brown and bloodshot eyes peered at him incredulously as the waiter wiped his hands on the rag stuffed into his apron. "Yes, another," McKay snapped, "because why else would I summon you over? For a massage?" He set a nickel on the counter and gestured with his chin to the space captain and his cold cup of coffee, and mouthed
for him in case the waiter didn't get it.

A Face That Nobody Knows (NC17) John/Rodney, ~44,000+ words | {link

Words aren't enough to describe the debt I owe to my betas, [ profile] fiercelydreamed, [ profile] tropes, and [ profile] villainny, who not only helped with the things I knew were wrong, but pointed out things that had entirely escaped me. What is good here is all down to them; what is deficient... well, that's me. But I will say that, despite the difficulties, this was a lot of fun to write, and quite different from what I usually do, and I hope you enjoy it :)

And smooooches and mostly-naked Olympic swimmers to [ profile] amberlynne, for the bamboozling.

Done for [ profile] cathalin's unbelievably lovely The Price That Life Exacts. I'm not linking to the art itself because it's vaguely spoilery for the story, so I'll leave the clicking up to you. But here, have a peek:

.eta: Feedback posts! They are here [for story] and here [for art]
aesc: (smooch!)
This has been a stupid week for a lot of people for a lot of reasons: floods, drought, disease, overwork, bureaucracy, or even the hell that is other people... Our stupid week, let us show you it! Fortunately for me, today was a pretty good day, so I feel like I should give something back to everyone who's cheered me up over Monday and Tuesday, and really, there's no better way to do that than with panda bear fic and cowlick wordles.

Yeah, you read that right.

.Becomingly Fuzzy (John/Rodney) very, very G
[ profile] amberlynne, [ profile] grammarwoman, and [ profile] unamaga have all conspired in this, one way or another!

Rodney watches from behind his screen of bamboo as the humans come to take Katie away.  )

Last year, I posted SPROING! as a rather ridiculous tribute to the joint awesomeness of Joe Flanigan's hair and intoxicated Rodney. And now, the WORDLE! As you may guess, SPROING! is featured prominently :>


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.More Temperate (John/Rodney) ~3,690
Written for [ profile] mcsmooch. Part of the Restoration Hardware AU, and takes place about eight months or so after Office Hours.

"Maybe you should go naked under your robes," John says with a brief, sweet leer.

.icon previews! NEXT WEEK NEXT WEEK FINALLY OH MY GOD. There will also be wallpapers and such as well.

Also, I now have a tiny, sleek blue portable hard drive that will convey my 59GBs of graphics and video files (I have fifty thousand image files, people) to NH with me in a couple weeks. I've decided to call it Meredith, because of the blue.

(Oh oh oh, and happiest of happy belated/on time/advance birthdays to [ profile] ladycat777, [ profile] the_drifter, and [ profile] tropes!)


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