magibrain

Someone please tell me not to cross over White Collar, Live Arcade, Magic for Beginners (the short story, not the entire collection), and Candle Cove. At least, tell me not to try it until I've finished some of my other projects.

I just think it would be terrific, slightly-brain-melty fun to have Neal up at odd hours, watching a television show nestled in the snow of a dead channel or twenty, which seems to keep predicting, altering, or crossing over with Neal's life, but which no one else can see.

In related news, wow has my mental image of Neal's loft deviated from the actual set. I could have sworn that couch was red and claw-footed.


[ETA: Okay, and now it also wants to be an Alphas crossover (on a more literal than thematic level), and it is entirely the fault of this fic.]


[ETA 2: Son Of ETA: Oh, brain, we're also crossing over Dangan Ronpa? Oh, so we're also crossing over Dangan Ronpa.]

And then circumstances conspired to make me write 2100 words of first scene for a potential treatment of White Collar slavefic. Trust me when I say that this was not what I planned to be doing today.

( World meta. )

( The scene. )

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.

Stolen from the internet, specifically rionaleonhart and auto_destruct:

1) Make a list of fifteen characters first, and keep it to yourself for the moment. (That way you're not leading the questions asked to fit the characters.)

2) Ask your flist to post questions in the comments.

For example:

'One, Nine and Fifteen move in together. Is this a really bad idea?'
'Under what circumstances might Five and Seven fall in love?'
'What would Two experience in Silent Hill?'
'Why is Eight so very, very angry?'
'Write a drabble in which Three and Eleven FIGHT CRIME.' (...possibly not technically a question.)

3) After your flist has asked enough questions, round them up and answer them using the fifteen characters you selected beforehand, then post them.

...

Just so you know, there will be four Jacks in this list.

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, 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. 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. )

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 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.

...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.

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. 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.