.drabbles and art: SGA, SPN
Wow. One day, ten small creative-type things, done for this meme right here. It felt so nice to be fannish and not feel horribly stressed about it. We'll see if I still feel the same way tomorrow.
At any rate: turkeys, agrops, porcelain angels, gardening, and more!
SGA
Festalia agropis
For siriaeve (Ronon and the ferocious agrop)
What happens when foreign species are introduced into a new ecosystem.
Once a year, young hunters went into the sanctuary for the festalia agropis and come home either with an agrop for the feast or paralyzed. Or dead.
"You almost came back the second way," Jennifer remarks, adjusting the drip. "What happened?"
"'M out of practice," Ronon mumbles. Some yahoo had imported agrops onto a planet where the agrops had no natural enemies, and the birds had adopted the planet's stargate as a roosting place. The team – especially Rodney – had been fast getting back through.
"Got one, though," Ronon says, slanting a grin at Jennifer, who shakes her head. "Good eating."
Of coyotes and roadrunners
For chandri (John and trusting Rodney; John/Rodney)
Sometimes what you need is a leap of trust.
Closing his eyes does not, in fact, make anything better. He has photographic memory: one glimpse was all he'd needed, and geometry had figured out how many miles lie between him and messily ker-splattering on the canyon floor.
Wile E. McKay, that'll be him, any second now. John's hair, whipping in the high-altitude maelstrom, looks like the fucking roadrunner's.
"Two more steps, McKay," Sheppard murmurs, oddly soft yet audible over the wind. "It's good, you're good, c'mon."
One. Rodney's foot inches forward, rickety bridge cracking.
Two. His nerves and muscles snap together and he hurls himself into John's waiting arms.
Lightbox Wars
For dogeared (turkeys!)
Life isn't fair sometimes. Most of the time. ALL OF THE TIME.
SGA/SPN
Rodney and Castiel
for schmevil (Cas in Atlantis; John/Rodney, Dean/Cas)
It ended up being "Rodney and Cas commiserate over their destructiveness and their crazy boyfriends."
SPN
Retirement
For villainny (Cas)
A snippet of a good future. Inspired by conversations with 22by7.
"Still can't believe you're doing this." Gabriel hangs back, as though expecting the plants to snap at him, or as though horticulture is catching.
"I told you." Castiel considers asking the Venus flytrap to lean menacingly in Gabriel's direction, but instead turns to coaxing weeds away from the tomatoes. The sun is warm and slow on his back, and his wrists itch where the dirt and sweat have mixed and dried. "I'm retired."
Gabriel's snort transforms to a sigh. "Hung up your sword?"
There's a well-warded shoebox stashed under his bed, alongside Dean's old sawed-off.
"Something like that," Castiel says.
Precious moments
For olympia (Dean/Cas)
This is pretty much ridiculous. Also, possibly, a bit gennish.
"What," Castiel growls, "is that?"
Overwhelmed by the frou-frou infesting downtown Naples, Florida, Dean needs to process the question. Then he sees what Cas is looking at and winces with contact embarrassment.
"That's… those're angels, man."
Cas glares. "No, they're not."
"They're not smitey angels." Dean tries to tug Cas away, but Cas refuses to budge.
"What other kind of angel is there?"
Dean doesn't really have an answer to that, beyond a mumbled "the imaginary kind. Now c'mon."
Mercifully, Cas lets Dean hustle him off and Dean does not look back, not even when thunder booms and glass shatters.
Purificatio
For insevens (Dean/Cas)
Just after something big.
It's a shitty-ass motel bed but he doesn't care, can't, because it'd been like some fucked-up instant replay earlier, when he'd grabbed Cas's wrist and felt angelic grace searing his palm ( fucking hell, there'd been a portal to Hell under his feet, and Cas had been halfway in it), and now he's got Cas here and safe and clean again, his soap and tooth paste and still naked, shower-damp, kissing him, pulling his shirt up and over his head, arms twined around his neck, chest to chest and pulling him back, down, down, between legs spread to cradle him.
Three art pieces
Bang, Bang
For love_jackianto (Dean/Cas)
Something dark for 5.04. Text from the Beatles, "Happiness Is A Warm Gun."
Translation
moonlettuce (Dean/Cas)
I'm not sure if Cas is coming or going. You can take your pick.
Lux
insight2 (Cas and light)
Not... what I had intended originally. Yipe.
.credits: caps by![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
toxic_angel. Line stuff by me.
At any rate: turkeys, agrops, porcelain angels, gardening, and more!
SGA
Festalia agropis
For siriaeve (Ronon and the ferocious agrop)
What happens when foreign species are introduced into a new ecosystem.
Once a year, young hunters went into the sanctuary for the festalia agropis and come home either with an agrop for the feast or paralyzed. Or dead.
"You almost came back the second way," Jennifer remarks, adjusting the drip. "What happened?"
"'M out of practice," Ronon mumbles. Some yahoo had imported agrops onto a planet where the agrops had no natural enemies, and the birds had adopted the planet's stargate as a roosting place. The team – especially Rodney – had been fast getting back through.
"Got one, though," Ronon says, slanting a grin at Jennifer, who shakes her head. "Good eating."
Of coyotes and roadrunners
For chandri (John and trusting Rodney; John/Rodney)
Sometimes what you need is a leap of trust.
Closing his eyes does not, in fact, make anything better. He has photographic memory: one glimpse was all he'd needed, and geometry had figured out how many miles lie between him and messily ker-splattering on the canyon floor.
Wile E. McKay, that'll be him, any second now. John's hair, whipping in the high-altitude maelstrom, looks like the fucking roadrunner's.
"Two more steps, McKay," Sheppard murmurs, oddly soft yet audible over the wind. "It's good, you're good, c'mon."
One. Rodney's foot inches forward, rickety bridge cracking.
Two. His nerves and muscles snap together and he hurls himself into John's waiting arms.
Lightbox Wars
For dogeared (turkeys!)
Life isn't fair sometimes. Most of the time. ALL OF THE TIME.
SGA/SPN
Rodney and Castiel
for schmevil (Cas in Atlantis; John/Rodney, Dean/Cas)
It ended up being "Rodney and Cas commiserate over their destructiveness and their crazy boyfriends."
SPN
Retirement
For villainny (Cas)
A snippet of a good future. Inspired by conversations with 22by7.
"Still can't believe you're doing this." Gabriel hangs back, as though expecting the plants to snap at him, or as though horticulture is catching.
"I told you." Castiel considers asking the Venus flytrap to lean menacingly in Gabriel's direction, but instead turns to coaxing weeds away from the tomatoes. The sun is warm and slow on his back, and his wrists itch where the dirt and sweat have mixed and dried. "I'm retired."
Gabriel's snort transforms to a sigh. "Hung up your sword?"
There's a well-warded shoebox stashed under his bed, alongside Dean's old sawed-off.
"Something like that," Castiel says.
Precious moments
For olympia (Dean/Cas)
This is pretty much ridiculous. Also, possibly, a bit gennish.
"What," Castiel growls, "is that?"
Overwhelmed by the frou-frou infesting downtown Naples, Florida, Dean needs to process the question. Then he sees what Cas is looking at and winces with contact embarrassment.
"That's… those're angels, man."
Cas glares. "No, they're not."
"They're not smitey angels." Dean tries to tug Cas away, but Cas refuses to budge.
"What other kind of angel is there?"
Dean doesn't really have an answer to that, beyond a mumbled "the imaginary kind. Now c'mon."
Mercifully, Cas lets Dean hustle him off and Dean does not look back, not even when thunder booms and glass shatters.
Purificatio
For insevens (Dean/Cas)
Just after something big.
It's a shitty-ass motel bed but he doesn't care, can't, because it'd been like some fucked-up instant replay earlier, when he'd grabbed Cas's wrist and felt angelic grace searing his palm ( fucking hell, there'd been a portal to Hell under his feet, and Cas had been halfway in it), and now he's got Cas here and safe and clean again, his soap and tooth paste and still naked, shower-damp, kissing him, pulling his shirt up and over his head, arms twined around his neck, chest to chest and pulling him back, down, down, between legs spread to cradle him.
Three art pieces
Bang, Bang
For love_jackianto (Dean/Cas)
Something dark for 5.04. Text from the Beatles, "Happiness Is A Warm Gun."
Translation
moonlettuce (Dean/Cas)
I'm not sure if Cas is coming or going. You can take your pick.
Lux
insight2 (Cas and light)
Not... what I had intended originally. Yipe.
.credits: caps by
toxic_angel. Line stuff by me.
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