magibrain: Peter Burke would like to know where you are at all times. (White Collar)
You know, I need to get over this thing where every time I watch something, I end up wanting to cross it over with White Collar. Sure, some of them work really well, but I do not have time to write all of them.

But, consider:

The Finder. Willa pickpockets Neal! Neal is confused as to how this is possible. And then Walter shows up unannounced in Neal's apartment and starts doing his Walter thing and just casually excavating all the secrets that stand between him and whatever he's looking for, and Neal has what he feels are legitimate questions about the whole thing.

Alphas. Hey, it takes place in NYC already! And Peter could know or know of Bill already, considering Bill is an FBI guy. Probably not working white collar crime – 'cause, I mean, Bill – but, you know. And Nina could put the whammy on Neal, and Mozzie would feel so, so very vindicated when the Alphas thing went public. And then it would turn out that Keller was the only one among them who was an alpha, and everyone would feel as though this was incredibly unfair.

Bones. Continuing my fascination with cross-canon FBI friendships/rivalries/awkwardness. I feel like Peter would derive endless amusement from Booth's relationship with his squints, his extremely unconventional partner, and pretty much all of the weirdness that goes on in his life (and Booth's frequent discomfort with said weirdness). And then Peter and Booth would both go bang their heads into walls when Bones and Neal decided that flirting with each other was the natural next course of action. ...and it would all be worth it for the look on Neal's face when Bones first stuck her hand into something bug-riddled and rotting.

Orange is the new Black. I just want you to consider the possibilites of Kate serving a sentence parallel to Neal's. We know it's a federal prison. (And oh, the extent to which Kate would not put up with Piper's well-meaning but privileged and often ignorant crap.)

Primeval. If any of you can say that you don't want to see the team dealing with prehistoric megafauna, I am going to suspect you of lying. (Again, Mozzie would be so, so happy!) And Peter would get the added fun of realizing that not only does he have to worry about his CI running off to Venice or something, he may have to worry about his CI running off to Venice through time. (If you ditch your anklet in the late Cretaceous, who is ever going to be able to track you?)

The Avengers. Because I like aftermath stories, and you can just imagine the gang looking out at their poor, abused city and wondering how to put it back together again, now that all the flashy heroics are done with.

I'm starting to suspect that White Collar just goes well, crossed over with anything.

(Fortunately, I got no ideas for a crossover after watching the first episode of Twin Peaks. Mostly because I'm still not sure what I the hell I was watching. *g*)

And we will just alllll pretend that I don't already have a Scrivener project with a Puella Magi ☆ Madoka Magica crossover started in it, because on a sliding scale of one to ridiculous, that one clocks in at a solid stop now.
magibrain: A radiation symbol. It appears to be a little bit on fire. (Default)
My partner introduced me to the WTFery of Dark Silent Hill, Google Maps version. (Just... go forward.)

Now I want a fic where this happens to Peter and Neal. They're just driving along, off to talk to a witness or examine a crime scene or authenticate a statue or whatever, and then suddenly the entire world around their car is a terrifying melting Goya and Peter slams on the brakes and, you know, horror ensues.

...I'm not sure I want to write this fic, but I want it to happen.


I have no idea what the hell happened to that Google Maps car. But it cannot possibly have been anything good.

[chatlog]

Jul. 13th, 2013 12:49 pm
magibrain: There ARE no tunes. It's TALK RADIO, Torg! ALL TALKING! (Verbal battle!)
Okay, at this point I think everyone who reads this and cares about White Collar spoilers has watched up through 3x11 Checkmate, but just in case, I'm cutting this. ([personal profile] squeemu, this may potentially be of interest to you? In a what-I'm-getting-you-into sort of way? And also an I-will-complain-about-this-in-your-general-direction-forever sort of way.)

On fics, consequences, my curmudgeonly fandom opinions, and the inadvisability of allowing me access to an expansive tagging system such as AO3's. )
magibrain: Hope you like eels. It's EEL SEASON out there. (It's EEL SEASON.)
[personal profile] magibrain: ...and in case you didn't know how messed up Anat is re: Ba'al, she's also keeping him in cold-sarcophagus-storage now that the war is over because she knows he can't survive in this new galactic order but can't stand to kill him.

[personal profile] magibrain: SHE IS KEEPING HER FATHER IN A FREEZER BECAUSE IT'S THE LEAST MESSED-UP THEIR RELATIONSHIP WILL EVER BE.
magibrain: Hope you like eels. It's EEL SEASON out there. (It's EEL SEASON.)
Do you ever have one of those days where you're up way too late and you're looking through all your incomplete fics and you come across one where you have no idea when you started it, where you were going with it, or why you thought it was a good idea? But it has a helpful summary at the top, something like

(That one where Sam goes missing for a while and comes back with no memory of where she's been, but with a few new nervous tics, a preoccupied air, and a strange compulsion to build an alien clock.)


?

I mean, this happens to you guys all the time, right? Just part of the package of being a distractable sort of being and also a fic writer? Y'all should share your stories with me here. Or something.

Other things I've found in my poking around because I'm all alone in the house/on the internet and for some reason not tired at all:

Jack's mission report for P2M-477 was subtitled Everything I Know About Foreign Policy I Learned From Watching You Idiots Screw It Up, but it was subtitled in very small, white text that didn't print out.


Several more. )

I feel like this is sorta the fanfiction equivalent of Texts From Last Night. Fanfictions From Previous Days? Yeah.
magibrain: "Did they have morality majors at your school?" "No." (Don't ask me; I was not a morality major)
See the Rift exposition post for too much context. Or just keep reading for too much context again.

One of the reasons I don't really plan on doing more with this universe than braintics is because Jack Harkness is about as overpowered as you can get, and I don't think that three hundred thousand works of Jack O'Neill being shown up by the 280-something-year-old Special Ops man from the future is good fic. Jack Harkness can be put in his place by a few things – one of his alphas (and oh, isn't there a whole other post to be had about what that entails), overwhelming force, and his own utter ineptitude when it comes to dealing with his own emotions and his own damage, but none of these things are really O'Neill's forte. Which means that in the Battle of the Jacks, Harkness is almost a shoe-in to win. ...and I don't really like crossovers where the takeaway seems to be "My Canon's Character Is Better Than Your Canon's Character," even though in this case SG-1 is usually more my canon than Torchwood.

Phwah. SG-1 and Torchwood would be my Facebook "It's Complicated"s, if Facebook believed in polyamory.

(All of this pretty much boils down to to the fact that I should write a lot more with Harkness and Daniel, because Daniel can kick Harkness' ass before Harkness realizes it's been kicked, at least in the emotional insight corner. And O'Neill needs to make friends with Sam Tyler, because Tyler is a no-nonsense, authority-respecting sort of guy who can also kick Harkness' ass if it comes down to it.)

(...strangely enough, [livejournal.com profile] damageverse is pretty much my one grand foray into the world of slash, and is Jack Harkness/Sam Tyler. Whereas Jack O'Neill/Sam Carter is my foremost Stargate pairing, in that very special way where I ship it only so long as they both ignore the ship because saving the galaxy and being upstanding soldiers is more important. [personal profile] storyinmypocket and I came to the conclusion that Jacks need their Sams. Not always in a romantic way, and not always in a, er, healthy way, but it seems to hold true. ...we also came to the conclusion that the group names are "a confusion of Jacks" and "a repression of Sams". Just try to tell me it doesn't seem right.)

But anyway, I was talking about Jack and Jack. )

...hey, who wants more braintics?

In which discussion is had about all this. Tortury discussion. )

In which O'Neill remains not-okay with this whole thing. )
magibrain: A radiation symbol. It appears to be a little bit on fire. (Default)
Okay, so I posted that rundown of fics I wouldn't know how to start, and as it turns out, I still don't know how to start any of them. But I have bits of #4, which I'm still surprised any of you want to read. (Seriously, you people. You're weird. :P )

This is one of those bits. I'm posting it, but you need to know a few things about the world, first. And by "a few things", I mean "a small novel in exposition".

An introduction to Beyond The Rift, inasmuch as it's interpreted in these braintics, and Damaged People, inasmuch as it's interpreted in these braintics. )

Well. That was... some exposition.

TO SET THE SCENE: Jack Harkness is visiting the SGC and they've just wrapped up the debrief with Hammond. Sam's probably retreated to someone's lab to process things/get started on figuring out what's going on here. Daniel is sticking around, Harkness has been invited to stay the night, and O'Neill really just wants to go home, take more painkillers than normal people ever have to need, and put his head under a pillow for a good, long time. I think Daniel just offered to show Harkness to the VIP rooms. Harkness has other ideas.

In which putting Jack and Jack in a room is only a good idea insofar as it might keep the planet from blowing up later. )
magibrain: "Did they have morality majors at your school?" "No." (Don't ask me; I was not a morality major)
1) The one where the first time Sam uses the Goa'uld ribbon device it scrambles her neural pathways and leaves her without access to the linguistic portions of her brain for a few days, and the team has to find a way to bring her through it.

2) The one where something goes horribly wrong with Sha're's pregnancy, her body absorbs the Harcesis, and Amonet goes into a Goa'uld coma, leaving Sha're with the genetic memory of the Goa'uld and a position of power in Apophis' empire, and ends up becoming a fake System Lord/replacement main character for Absolute Power.

3) The one where Hammond comes in to the SGC one morning only to find that SG-1 has taken over the place and are playing some weird four-faction game of cat and mouse because one or more of them is under alien influence, but no one is sure who.

4) The one where Sam and Daniel fall through the Rift into S1-era [livejournal.com profile] beyondtherift and get dragged into Torchwood Chicago for three years before the Rift establishes a two-way connection back to the SGC, where only a few months have passed, and Jack O'Neill and Jack Harkness eye each other a lot and are quietly mistrustful because no one should get that close to/have that much power over their people without them knowing about it. (Okay, this one I have bits written out of in my braintics file, but come on. IT WOULD HAVE A READERSHIP OF ONE PERSON. ME.)

5) The one that comes before Scales.

[ETA] 6) The one where they discover a dialect of Goa'uld which exhibits rhyming slang and Daniel just doesn't want to explain.
magibrain: "Did they have morality majors at your school?" "No." (Don't ask me; I was not a morality major)
I wrote the hell out of myself over the last two weeks on an original project, and now my brain doesn't want to string words together any more. Fair 'nough. Time for more bits and bobs!

These are all from fics I either have plans for finishing or have dreams of being able to finish one day. Grand fun times!

.

1. The Mansions of the Dead (or) The Origin Story Of That Damn String Of Beads

Jack doesn't want to be back on P2X-338.  He doesn't want to be anywhere near the place, in preoccupation, policy, or physical reality, but the Pentagon is none too happy about the loss of one potentially very interesting piece of alien technology, and the Russians are none too happy about the loss of one potentially very interesting piece of alien technology and three quarters of the team they sent out to secretly get it, and sending SG-1 back in to see if they can at least pick up some energy readings that might convince the SGC to send an engineering team back out to excavate the Eye is the least the Air Force can do.

Really.  It's the least.  It's a token gesture and the Russians know it, the Pentagon knows it, Hammond knows it, Jack knows it, and even Carter, who's been staring at her scanner since they stepped through the wormhole, knows it.  Token.  Pointless political posturing.  There was only one thing on this planet of any interest or value, and they managed to blow it up the last time they were here.

...Jack just wishes someone'd made Daniel read the memo.

.

Bit. Bob. The occasional bullet. )
magibrain: "Did they have morality majors at your school?" "No." (Don't ask me; I was not a morality major)
...but before I try to wrangle my brain into giving a coherent explanation of the whole Ba'al|Sam|Anat saga, I'm going to do part 2 of the WIP meme. This one for bits of stuff I've written in my braintic file that I have no actual plans for fleshing out and writing, but have enough of a hook into or idea of context that I could work them into actual stories if I ever got the mind to.

Sam being, at the moment, my favorite character (having taken the title from Daniel some time ago), the magibrain likes to typecast itself as a Sam whump writer. This is why you don't want to be my favorite character: it only ever ends in pain. To be honest, one of the reasons I don't pursue writing a lot of these as eagerly as some of my other projects boils down to "There's only so many times you can write 'Something horrible happens to Sam, the boys go D: !!' before there's no drama left in it any more."

Anyway, these have braintic names. We're moving up in the world. One day there'll be a WIP meme with the fics that actually earn titles.

And then one day I might even post those fics. But that'd just be crazy.

=

. duat
SG-1 is consulting on some offworld project when a Goa'uld decides he Really Really Wants that planet and sends a bunch of ships down to claim it. The Tau'ri contingent finds its forces split, and the people nearest the Stargate are forced to retreat back through in hopes of bringing reinforcements to break through the Jaffa lines and get to the people stranded. Yeah, that doesn't happen. ...anyway, Sam is stuck on the planet behind enemy lines with one other Major, a Captain, and a bunch of Lieutenants, and ends up being the de-facto leader in trying to keep them all alive until the SGC can figure out how the hell to get them home. It's a grand fun romp through testing everyone's faith in the "no one gets left behind doctrine," as well as Sam's perfectionism turning a laser sight on both her command ability and her woodsmanship, but to be honest, half the appeal is Major Nathan Cwirko and his efforts to keep them all sane.

In which the two Majors have rather different styles. )

. mindtrap
Sam gets hit by some sort of experimental energy weapon and gets rushed back to the SGC for medical attention. She's delirious, muttering about things that make no sense – like needing a new set of dress blues. Then she lapses into a not-coma characterized by elevated brain activity and constant REM. And her condition is degrading.  Tok'ra intelligence reveals that this was a new weaponization of the sub-psychic interference that also fuels a Kara Kesh; it's locked Sam inside her own brain with a piece of unfinished mental/emotional business that has to be resolved in her mind before she can be brought out of it. (See also: Forever In A Day.) Osiris has recently demonstrated on Daniel that recall devices can be used to put a person into someone else's dreams, so after some discussion, Jack links up to see if he can bring her out, or can bring enough information out that he can go back in with a solution.  He finds himself re-living portions of the same two days with her: about six months before Daniel opened the Stargate, while Sam was still a Captain working at the Pentagon.  Unfortunately, this seems to mean her memories within the mind trap are also restricted to that time – she has no idea who Jack is, and soon becomes suspicious of this unknown Colonel following her around and taking an interest in her life...

In which it seems they're on the cusp of a discovery. )

. pitfightverse
Cribbed shamelessly from the post on the magibrain, which was itself cribbed shamelessly from my braintic file: Everybody's got to have that one 'verse.  You know, that one where the team runs into a giant hall of mirror artifacts and Jack and Teal'c get sent through a malfunctioning one into a universe where Sam was never allowed to join the Stargate program and Kinsey probably took over and some other weird crap also happened, but the upshot of it all was that Earth got taken over by Mars or someone and the entire global and interstellar political arena has gone totally bizarre and crapsack?  Like, the main economy in this universe is a sort of panem et circensis industry where the slightly-nuked Earth is only half-controlled by any Goa'uld, but that doesn't matter because the only way to bring in money and goods to survive is to be amusing to them, as they've more or less given up on converting the population into slave labor, and anyway, the punchline is that Sam spent the last six or so years of her life making a name for herself by pitfighting Jaffa.

Everyone's got to have that 'verse.  Right?


In which Sam and Kotan (AU!Pitfighter!Sam) don't exactly get along at first. )

Three is a good number.
magibrain: A brain with eyes and an adorably innocent smile which you should not at all trust. (magibrain)
Old meme. "Post a bunch of excerpts from whatever you're currently working on." Except I'm going to post a bunch of random bits of scene jotted down in my braintic scrap file that showed up in my head and refuse to coalesce into anything fic-able.

All scenelets are SG-1 and free for the spinning-off-of.

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1. The one where Jack has relaxed standards for winning, and is probably to blame for something.

"It's revenge," Jack says.

Daniel's eyebrows scrunch together. "For what?"

"For–" ...hm. He hadn't thought of that. Daniel hasn't actually been that difficult to deal with, lately. "That... thing. That you're going to do. Tomorrow."

By now, Daniel's cottoned on. He folds his arms across his chest, and his tone turns from somewhat confused and exasperated to the sort of too-patient, understanding voice people usually use with children. "And what am I going to do tomorrow, Jack?"

Jack gives him an annoyed wave of his hand. "I don't know. I'm sure we'll find out tomorrow, though, won't we?"

The next day Daniel manages to navigate rickety rope bridges, dilapidated pontoons, a session of swamp politics that has Carter quoting The Lion In Winter and a trade negotiation that has the SGC trading antibiotics for crops which could be hybridized with something to something something Jack has stopped paying attention at this point, and it looks like he's not going to give Jack a chance to seem prophetic until he accidentally knocks a giant alien pitcher plant over, covering Jack's boots in about three gallons of slime.

Carter and Teal'c can't figure out why it's Daniel who looks annoyed and Jack who looks smug, the entire way back to the 'gate.

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Bit 2 through bob 7. )

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