Elizabeth Weir/John Sheppard Appreciation/Ship/Discussion Thread

[Falcon Horus]

I can't write smut of any kind.

[Southern Red]

Do you guys write a lot of sparky smut? Is it a high percentage of sparky work? It's smutty Tuesday, so I might as well ask.

I've written my own share of smut but I honestly doubt I could ever do it with Stargate characters at this point. Because (unlike most people I suspect) in my head, writing fan fiction and writing smut are two very different processes and I'm really not sure I could bring myself to combine them into a single project at this point.

I wrote a few smutty things back in the past, though all but one of them were probably PG-13. I don't think I would ever do it again though because my attitude about that sort of thing has totally changed. The slippery slope between romantic/erotic and porn is very short IMHO. And, in case you're wondering, I think porn is destructive and should be wiped from the face of the earth.

[Scary Kitty]

Good morning, Sparkies! Happy Screw the Angst Wednesday!

The final mad rush for packing begins today!

I've written a couple of semi-smutty pieces, more of a "fade to black" when things get over a certain level of heat. Honestly, I'm not sure I'd do it again either, as I found it difficult to write, even though I have enjoyed reading tastefully erotic pieces. SR's point about there being a slippery slope between romantic/erotic and porn is a good one; very little of what I've found out there is really the level of quality that I find comfortable to read.

[Scary Kitty]

Good morning, Sparkies! Happy Fluffy Thursday!

Welp, I'll be sort of signing off for now, I'm about to shut down my computer and pack up the last of my office. I'll try to check in on the road, but once we get to the Northlands, internet access will be spotty until we get our connection hooked up. So, see you soon and try not to burn down the internet while I'm gone!

[Falcon Horus]

No promises, you know that.

Good luck!

[Southern Red]

Good morning, Sparkies! Happy Fluffy Thursday!

Welp, I'll be sort of signing off for now, I'm about to shut down my computer and pack up the last of my office. I'll try to check in on the road, but once we get to the Northlands, internet access will be spotty until we get our connection hooked up. So, see you soon and try not to burn down the internet while I'm gone!

*waves* Have fun storming the Northlands. We'll miss you.

No promises, you know that.

Good luck!

I hear congrats are in order. Way to go on the new job.

[Falcon Horus]

I hear congrats are in order. Way to go on the new job.

Thank you. (<-- really look like the smiley today)

[Infinite-Possibilities]

Without the baldness and bright yellow skin, I hope.

[Falcon Horus]

Without the baldness and bright yellow skin, I hope.

*checks in mirror*

Yes, there's definitely hair and I don't seem to be yellow...

[Infinite-Possibilities]

Speaking of that smile, can just mention that I'm glad it's the one we have for this thread? It makes this thread seem both pleasant and makes it stand out amongst the others on the page.

[mandogater]

Thank you. (<-- really look like the smiley today)

You got the job!! Congrats!!!!

[Falcon Horus]

I have been making everyone smile with this news. I spread happiness around these days.

[mrscopterdoc]

Hello everyone! Here is the first entry for challenge # 65, and it's a fan fic!

Remember, please comment! The purpose of this challenge is to hear feedback so we know that our work is good even when we silently think to ourselves 'ugh!'

Spoiler:

DREAMSCAPE:

The canopy of trees overhead was hidden by the crusted earth under which he took the cover. Brushing off the layer of dirt so he could see, Ronon Dex took inventory and appraised his surroundings. Nothing had been disturbed nor had anyone passed even close. By the sun's position, he had been at his current location for no more than an hour.

Within the next moment the distinctive sound of a Wraith dart filled the air at the same time he could hear the foot soldiers thrashing at the brush in their way as they clamored over the wooded terrain. It took only seconds for Ronon to get on his feet, using the route he'd scouted when first coming on planet through the Ring of the Ancestors. The woven branches overhead gave him cover from the ship, though not from the sensor which monitored his presence and movements.

The light shimmered, the scene rippling away, morphing into the reflection Ronon so often had, where he was back on Sateda, home, sitting at the table with his wife opposite him, steaming food misting her features. Again, he willed mist too clear. In that instant all became a slow flowing dream, and the fear buried deep inside his mind that he would awaken and lose the brief season of memory, faded. Her body took shape and he saw longer hair, more chestnut in hue, swaying slightly across the fitted top. Her skin tone was darker, akin his own. Another ripple brought a candlelit room into a sharper clarity.

There was confusion, though not just at the realization that it was Teyla sitting across from him, but more to the point, that he felt what his waking self always denied. He wanted her; in his arms, her body entwined with his own, until they were suddenly in a universe made of skin and breath and hair.

Ronon opened his eyes, lying perfectly still, replaying the dream's last visage, letting the need fill him. Perhaps it was simply that Atlantis slept as the wee hours passed. Life in the light, on missions barred entrance to his desire to which the quiet nights were open.

Rising, he emerged from his room intent on going to Teyla. Pushing back the intrusive thoughts which would dissuade his course, he quickened his pace. Turning the last corner, he was surprised by her very presence, as Teyla, still in a flowing light blue sleeping gown, padded toward him, bare feet giving her easier movement.
" Teyla?" Ronon asked, sensing something was amiss.

As if suddenly becoming aware of him, she stopped. " Ronon?" Silence filled a void between them.

"What...?" He began.

" I was just..." She said simultaneously. Bringing her hand to her mouth did not hide the smile, her eyes dancing.

His lips turned up, parting as his grin turned into an impish laughter. " I had a..." His words trailing off as she finished his sentence.

" Dream. As did I." Slowly, Teyla reached out to him until their fingers touched and they quietly walked back to her quarters, hand in hand, disappearing behind the door as it slid closed.

And we have entry #2

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I'll start off the comments:

1. I liked the fanfic even though I am not a shipper. It was short and sweet and left so much to your imagination, you can fill in the blanks on your own.

2. I like the artwork, I feel like I should know who it is, but I don't. It's dark, but maybe it should be. The only thing I would change is the text, maybe smaller/tighter.

[Falcon Horus]

Comment on Entry 1

Those cheeky little monkeys.

Very lovely. Well written (spotted a few missing words though) and made with love, that much is clear to me. Whoever wrote this fic clearly has a good idea of what Spanky is all about. Good on you!

Also - can you post this somewhere on AO3 or so, so I can leave kudos. And favorite and reccommend it.

Comment on Entry 2

It's a bit on the dark side, but those red flashing eyes and mouth do make up for that. They jump right out at you. And I'm sure I'm supposed to know that character but I'm drawing a blank, and I feel like I'm about to be asked to turn in my geek-card.

However, the text - word of advice: dark blue text on a dark background rarely makes for a good combination. Either lighten it, or add a glow to it to highlight its existence. This text disappears into the background, and that's a bit of a shame. It might also give the reader a bit of a strain on the eyes and/or a headache.

[mrscopterdoc]

Thanks Horus! Those are awesome [and well thought out] comments!