Elizabeth Weir/John Sheppard Appreciation/Ship/Discussion Thread

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Challenge # 68 was Spring, and try something new or something you dislike.

raduzhok


This was new for me since I haven't used the ani in this program. Not sure I like it, but you said spring, and new, and well, this is the best I can do


JadedWraith

precuts

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Challenge #69

This week's challenge has three options.

1. Make a very busy artwork, stuffed full of pics, textures, brushes and fonts, as many as you can possibly fit into one piece of artwork.

2. Make a very simple, clean piece of artwork. As little as possible in it.

3. Make one of each!!

Entries due to me by noon your time, Monday March 30th.

[ShipperWriter]

I bring more fluff.

Spoiler:

“You came back.”

Elizabeth Weir frowned as hazel eyes peered out at her with surprise from behind the crudely constructed gate. "Of course I did. We don't leave our people behind, remember?"

John smirked as he examined her outfit, consisting of a black shirt, TAC vest, and black cargo pants, which was the standard away team uniform. "What happened to diplomacy?"

She knelt down on one knee and began untying the ropes holding the gate in place. They had been placed just far enough away that John couldn't reach through and untie them. "It didn't work this time. So we tried a different way."

"Where's the rest of the team?"

"In a puddle jumper, just around the corner."

When the rope came loose, Elizabeth stepped back as John pushed it open harshly.

"Where's your gear?" she asked, looking around the room.

"They took it with them when they left me here to die."

She turned and glanced at him wryly. "Honestly, John, you don't have to be such a drama king."

He gave her a cheeky grin and reached for the side holster, unsnapping it and taking the gun. "What do you say we go home?"

She nodded. "After you."



• “I’m flirting with you.”

Elizabeth looked up from her desk to see John standing just in the entryway. "What?" she asked, not entirely sure that her ears were functioning correctly.

He shrugged, hands shoved into the pockets of his black pants. "I'm flirting with you," he repeated quietly in shocked realization as he walked in. "I come into your office without permission-"

"I do have an open door policy."

"I spend more time here than in my own office."

"To be fair, you didn't even know where it was for the first two months."

"I sit on your desk more than in a chair."

"That's why I keep Clorox wipes handy."

"I bring you dessert when you're working late."

"And here I just thought you were being considerate."

He took a seat in front of her. "I bring it just so I can see you. To make sure you're not working too hard."

She smiled, then closed the lid on her laptop. "John, you're not flirting with me. We're colleagues who work very closely together, which has resulted in a friendship that I wouldn't trade for anything." Giving him a warm smile, she added, "Anybody who thinks that is flirting obviously has never been out on a date."

John sat up in his seat, a slight smile coming to his face. "That's a very real possibility."

Elizabeth glanced up at him. "Rodney?"

"Rodney."

[Southern Red]

I bring more fluff.

Spoiler:

“You came back.”

Elizabeth Weir frowned as hazel eyes peered out at her with surprise from behind the crudely constructed gate. "Of course I did. We don't leave our people behind, remember?"

John smirked as he examined her outfit, consisting of a black shirt, TAC vest, and black cargo pants, which was the standard away team uniform. "What happened to diplomacy?"

She knelt down on one knee and began untying the ropes holding the gate in place. They had been placed just far enough away that John couldn't reach through and untie them. "It didn't work this time. So we tried a different way."

"Where's the rest of the team?"

"In a puddle jumper, just around the corner."

When the rope came loose, Elizabeth stepped back as John pushed it open harshly.

"Where's your gear?" she asked, looking around the room.

"They took it with them when they left me here to die."

She turned and glanced at him wryly. "Honestly, John, you don't have to be such a drama king."

He gave her a cheeky grin and reached for the side holster, unsnapping it and taking the gun. "What do you say we go home?"

She nodded. "After you."



• “I’m flirting with you.”

Elizabeth looked up from her desk to see John standing just in the entryway. "What?" she asked, not entirely sure that her ears were functioning correctly.

He shrugged, hands shoved into the pockets of his black pants. "I'm flirting with you," he repeated quietly in shocked realization as he walked in. "I come into your office without permission-"

"I do have an open door policy."

"I spend more time here than in my own office."

"To be fair, you didn't even know where it was for the first two months."

"I sit on your desk more than in a chair."

"That's why I keep Clorox wipes handy."

"I bring you dessert when you're working late."

"And here I just thought you were being considerate."

He took a seat in front of her. "I bring it just so I can see you. To make sure you're not working too hard."

She smiled, then closed the lid on her laptop. "John, you're not flirting with me. We're colleagues who work very closely together, which has resulted in a friendship that I wouldn't trade for anything." Giving him a warm smile, she added, "Anybody who thinks that is flirting obviously has never been out on a date."

John sat up in his seat, a slight smile coming to his face. "That's a very real possibility."

Elizabeth glanced up at him. "Rodney?"

"Rodney."

So very cute. Now you've made me all nostalgic.

[mandogater]

I bring more fluff.

Spoiler:

“You came back.”

Elizabeth Weir frowned as hazel eyes peered out at her with surprise from behind the crudely constructed gate. "Of course I did. We don't leave our people behind, remember?"

John smirked as he examined her outfit, consisting of a black shirt, TAC vest, and black cargo pants, which was the standard away team uniform. "What happened to diplomacy?"

She knelt down on one knee and began untying the ropes holding the gate in place. They had been placed just far enough away that John couldn't reach through and untie them. "It didn't work this time. So we tried a different way."

"Where's the rest of the team?"

"In a puddle jumper, just around the corner."

When the rope came loose, Elizabeth stepped back as John pushed it open harshly.

"Where's your gear?" she asked, looking around the room.

"They took it with them when they left me here to die."

She turned and glanced at him wryly. "Honestly, John, you don't have to be such a drama king."

He gave her a cheeky grin and reached for the side holster, unsnapping it and taking the gun. "What do you say we go home?"

She nodded. "After you."



• “I’m flirting with you.”

Elizabeth looked up from her desk to see John standing just in the entryway. "What?" she asked, not entirely sure that her ears were functioning correctly.

He shrugged, hands shoved into the pockets of his black pants. "I'm flirting with you," he repeated quietly in shocked realization as he walked in. "I come into your office without permission-"

"I do have an open door policy."

"I spend more time here than in my own office."

"To be fair, you didn't even know where it was for the first two months."

"I sit on your desk more than in a chair."

"That's why I keep Clorox wipes handy."

"I bring you dessert when you're working late."

"And here I just thought you were being considerate."

He took a seat in front of her. "I bring it just so I can see you. To make sure you're not working too hard."

She smiled, then closed the lid on her laptop. "John, you're not flirting with me. We're colleagues who work very closely together, which has resulted in a friendship that I wouldn't trade for anything." Giving him a warm smile, she added, "Anybody who thinks that is flirting obviously has never been out on a date."

John sat up in his seat, a slight smile coming to his face. "That's a very real possibility."

Elizabeth glanced up at him. "Rodney?"

"Rodney."

You're on a roll, SW.

*Goes in search of AWOL muse.*

[Scary Kitty]

Good morning, Sparkies! Happy Smutty Tuesday!

I bring more fluff.

Spoiler:

“You came back.”

Elizabeth Weir frowned as hazel eyes peered out at her with surprise from behind the crudely constructed gate. "Of course I did. We don't leave our people behind, remember?"

John smirked as he examined her outfit, consisting of a black shirt, TAC vest, and black cargo pants, which was the standard away team uniform. "What happened to diplomacy?"

She knelt down on one knee and began untying the ropes holding the gate in place. They had been placed just far enough away that John couldn't reach through and untie them. "It didn't work this time. So we tried a different way."

"Where's the rest of the team?"

"In a puddle jumper, just around the corner."

When the rope came loose, Elizabeth stepped back as John pushed it open harshly.

"Where's your gear?" she asked, looking around the room.

"They took it with them when they left me here to die."

She turned and glanced at him wryly. "Honestly, John, you don't have to be such a drama king."

He gave her a cheeky grin and reached for the side holster, unsnapping it and taking the gun. "What do you say we go home?"

She nodded. "After you."



• “I’m flirting with you.”

Elizabeth looked up from her desk to see John standing just in the entryway. "What?" she asked, not entirely sure that her ears were functioning correctly.

He shrugged, hands shoved into the pockets of his black pants. "I'm flirting with you," he repeated quietly in shocked realization as he walked in. "I come into your office without permission-"

"I do have an open door policy."

"I spend more time here than in my own office."

"To be fair, you didn't even know where it was for the first two months."

"I sit on your desk more than in a chair."

"That's why I keep Clorox wipes handy."

"I bring you dessert when you're working late."

"And here I just thought you were being considerate."

He took a seat in front of her. "I bring it just so I can see you. To make sure you're not working too hard."

She smiled, then closed the lid on her laptop. "John, you're not flirting with me. We're colleagues who work very closely together, which has resulted in a friendship that I wouldn't trade for anything." Giving him a warm smile, she added, "Anybody who thinks that is flirting obviously has never been out on a date."

John sat up in his seat, a slight smile coming to his face. "That's a very real possibility."

Elizabeth glanced up at him. "Rodney?"

"Rodney."

Eeeeeee! They're so awesome! Lizzeh's always got to pull John's butt outta the fire, doesn't she? As for the second one...I think I'm gonna have to agree with Rodney. Those two are in DENIAL, LOL!

[ShipperWriter]

So very cute. Now you've made me all nostalgic.

You're on a roll, SW.

*Goes in search of AWOL muse.*

Thanks! Hope you find your muse. Probably in the produce section of the grocery store eating carrots.

Eeeeeee! They're so awesome! Lizzeh's always got to pull John's butt outta the fire, doesn't she? As for the second one...I think I'm gonna have to agree with Rodney. Those two are in DENIAL, LOL!

Oh totally!

I found lately that it's actually been easier to write from prompts. You don't feel obligated to make it a novel but it gives you the possibility to do it.

[mandogater]

Thanks! Hope you find your muse. Probably in the produce section of the grocery store eating carrots.

You're welcome.

I hope so. My muse has been missing so long, I'm not sure I'd know what to do if she showed up again.

[Falcon Horus]

My muse is fickle but around.

Anywho, home early as we were chased out of our office building cause they found an airplane bomb from WWII on the other side of the train station (and our building's in the perimeter which is required to evacuate in case of). Everybody super excited about the prospect of going home early - me and my friend super excited they found the WWII bomb.

[Scary Kitty]

Good morning, Sparkies! Happy Screw the Angst Wednesday!

Thanks! Hope you find your muse. Probably in the produce section of the grocery store eating carrots.

I'm beginning to think my muse has given up eating carrots as another way to evade me.

My muse is fickle but around.

Anywho, home early as we were chased out of our office building cause they found an airplane bomb from WWII on the other side of the train station (and our building's in the perimeter which is required to evacuate in case of). Everybody super excited about the prospect of going home early - me and my friend super excited they found the WWII bomb.

[mandogater]

My muse is fickle but around.

Anywho, home early as we were chased out of our office building cause they found an airplane bomb from WWII on the other side of the train station (and our building's in the perimeter which is required to evacuate in case of). Everybody super excited about the prospect of going home early - me and my friend super excited they found the WWII bomb.

Sounds equal parts nerve wracking and exciting. *Crosses fingers all goes well for EOD team*

[ShipperWriter]

Stopping in to drop off my Spock sig for today:

[Scary Kitty]

Good morning, Sparkies! Happy Fluffy Thursday!

We are indeed fascinated, Captain.

[Southern Red]

Stopping in to drop off my Spock sig for today:

http://i1231.photobucket.com/albums/ee519/shipperwriter/Star%20Trek/140AF30F-7519-4587-9FD3-11C8D3BC7851_zps4zkn0gqm.jpg

And also remembering Leonard Nimoy on his birthday.

[Falcon Horus]

Sounds equal parts nerve wracking and exciting. *Crosses fingers all goes well for EOD team*

They separated the bomb from it's detenation mechanism, and destroyed both parts separately. Apparently, still very spectacular.

It was a British bomb, dropped during the bombardements ten days before the landing of allied troops in Normandy (1th of June 1944). It was supposed to blow up the railroad in order to cut off potential supply-routes for the German troops.