odditycollector

odditycollector: I recorded a podfic!
caia_comica: Uh.
caia_comica: Which fic did you record?
odditycollector: the sga badfic.
odditycollector: I am unsure I did a terrible enough job, but w/e
caia_comica: I suppose if it is any good you can always rerecord!

(Also I seem to have acquired a weird-ass accent for the first minute or two, but if anyone asks it is a *feature*.)

Ill make up a tittle later ok it has to be GOoD!
Summary: Ronin is hurt very very bad during a mission and Sheppard takes care of him because he loves him so much, but there be tons of problems, like that Ronin’s *really* hurt. Read ‘cause I think it’s awful and I suck. Thanx!
This is for storydivagirl becaue she is awesme and RRed my las stori!!!

Original story
MP3 for download

The last one-plus sentence meme around here was on the theme of "porn adventures or dish-washing adventures: I decide!" ...and the results are finally in!
 

for vagbond_sal: ( Batman and Kyle Rayner )

 

for ysabel: ( Agatha Heterodyne and Capt. Jack Harkness )

 

for droolfangrrl: ( The Washington Monument and The Lincoln Memorial )

 

for gdaybloke: ( Beta Ray Bill and the Harbinger of Menoth )

 

for count_fenring: ( Aziraphale and Hellboy )

 

for caia_comica: ( Amanda Waller and Vril Dox II )

 

With thanks to droolfangrrl for the prompt.

Echoes
Doctor Who; Spoilers for The Doctor's Daughter.

 
( 'I will build a throne from the boness of this galaxy,' the lizard man tells her in a raspy, lisping voice, and Jenny wonders if it actually has a speech impediment or if her translation matrix is just adding that for effect. )

With thanks to sinanju.

Latency
Charles and Erik, Post-X3

( 'I don’t believe in ghosts, Charles,' he says. 'If I did, I would have far more people haunting me than you.' )
 

Weirdly, this is something I put together on *Tuesday*.

It's a DCU/Sandman crossover ("crossover"?), which by this point will surprise no one! I should note that regarding directly relevant canon, I've only read the 1988 Martian Manhunter miniseries. But you will still have a hard time convincing me I am *wrong*.

 
Prayers for the Living

( When J'onn met her again she appeared to be human - but then, so did he. )
 

I've been mostly away for the long weekend (so I owe a bunch of comments and email and general communication) but in the meantime I've managed to write something for the first time since, like, this *year*.

It's another batch of those one-sentence stories that almost certainly count as fanfic. Just one more (ten) to go!

Ten.
Twenty.
Thirty.

( Forty. )
 

 
Way back when the new Legion of Super-Heroes comic was fresh and exciting, I started writing something that looked to have the heft of an actual plot to it. And then the next day, an issue came out and Jossed (Waided?) me royally.

However, I stumbled on the first bit on my forays through the wilds of my harddrive, and I think it's still pretty cool.
 

( When he first met Brainiac 5, Lyle thought himself invisible. )
 

Look everyone, I wrote something! No one even told me to!

Regression to Mean
Summary: The optimist believes that we live in the best of possible worlds. The pragmatist has rigorous proof.

 
( When Tim Drake is very young, he gets a hug. )

 

 

For plum177: ( House and/or Heroes )

 

(AHA, found it! MWAAHAHAAA!)

In the ages before, I wrote a story for Stargate: Atlantis, Ill make up a tittle later ok it has to be GOoD!, and it was beautiful.

Such wealth of situation and character combined in fashions I had never before known, and as the words took shape under my fingers, I shed a tear for knowing I would not again reach these heights of inspiration. So many wonders filled the screen in front of me: Tragedy! Raw emotion! Fierce, loyal determination! Buttsex! Truly, I had said all there was in me to say: my muse spent, my soul emptied. I swore then upon my pen an oath to remain silent on the subject forevermore: best to be remembered for my one, fleeting triumph than a thousand dim echoes of the magic I had once wielded.

Yet, alas, I am returned, for to stay away is to battle endlessly against the pull into the deepening veil beyond all things. As the planets are made to dance above us, delicate ballerinas shackled to their fate by the long hands of gravity, I too can never truly be free.

But do not despair for me, friends of my bosom. Though I slip closer, I do not surrender; I am still mighty.

 

Thanks to m_butterfly, for being my brain canary on this one. She even survived, so it's probably safe to go in.

 
Because you demanded, the latest disaster:
( Our trip to the planet and what happened after. )

 

(And now, with any luck, I've got it out of my system.)