magibrain

> Be me

> Write a Red Dead Redemption 2 oneshot that uses the theology from Lois McMaster Bujold's World of the Five Gods (The Curse of Chalion, etc.)

> Fic has massive game spoilers and no Five Gods / Chalion spoilers

> Tag for massive full-game spoilers

> Get four comments

> All are from people who seem to have read the books but not played the game

> Welp_



(I'm going to guess that the Chalion fandom is just ravenous for fic, so much so that they rejoice even when that fic uses none of the characters, plot events, or locations from the actual books. Now I want to do something nice for them! But I have no ideas for fics in that canon! It didn't leave me feeling restless and irascible or incomplete in a way I needed to remedy with fiction!)

(Though, you know, this may also just be karma for daring to epigraph this using Robert Bly's excellent poem People Like Us. Hello, friends! I am the wrong professor! But I'm honored you think this is a great poem.)

Title: Z is for Zenith
Summary: The sun also rises, and shines into the dark places on alien worlds, and delivers life-threatening amounts of thermal and ionizing radiation and maybe a minor revelation every once in a while.
Word count: ~1500
Characters: Daniel, Jack, Sam, Teal'c, an unnamed alien sun
Era: Early season 7
Categories: Vague angst? Character study?
Author's notes: I had a whole backstory for this involving ribbon worlds and the effects on global weather of same. All that backstory is basically Sir Not Appearing In This Film.

Excerpt: Somewhere in the darkness of an imperfect and incomplete recall was an understanding of this universe – his understanding; the sum of the things that he'd seen and he'd learned, and all the memories of all the different worlds he'd set foot upon. Every day a bit more of it rose to his conscious grasp, but it didn't come complete, and it didn't come easy.

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• An SG1 fic set in Ancient Egypt, wherein it turns out the Goa'uld are terrible at architecture and engineering (because of their habit of, you know, stealing all of their technology and not innovating), and so they have no idea how to actually build pyramids beyond going "Rargh! Humans! Build us a great platform!" So it would follow all the Egyptian engineers who had to design the Pyramids, solve the resource management issues, and manage conscription and labor. Because fuck you, alien conspiracy theories, the Egyptians were-too smart enough to pull that off and occasionally I come up with braintics to give agency back to people whom plot convenience has casually robbed of agency.

• A White Collar fic where some criminal trolls the police and eventually the FBI, in part by making latex fakes of Al Capone's fingerprints and using them to leave bewildering evidence at crime scenes.

AO3 informs me that it has no fics in which Elizabeth Burke hangs out with Abby Bartlet, and this makes me sad in the deep recesses of my soul.

Title: Fire and Calm
Rating: T.
Genre: Character study.
Beta: Only in spirit.
Continuity: So far as I know nothing directly contradicts canon, but I'm fuzzy on my Seasons 8-10.
Prerequisites: Maternal Instinct, assorted Bra'tac episodes here and there, Full Circle.
Summary: Daniel wasn't the only one who began a journey at Kheb.
Disclaimer: You must renounce evil to achieve oneness with Oma Desala. Likewise, MGM et al would have to renounce their copyright on Stargate and its associated characters before it had half a chance of somehow belonging to me. The opinions expressed herein are the properties of the characters and not of the tradition of Buddhism. Fic has not been proven to cause discarnation of laboratory mice. I wish I could have given you this beautiful moon. Questions, comments and confessions can be left in replies or directed to magistrata(at)gmail(dot)com. Thank you for reading.

Wordcount: About 4000.

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Sleep frightened Bra'tac at first.  Perhaps it was because he knew that final sleep was approaching, the one from which he would never open his eyes; perhaps it was the theft of those precious hours he had used to spend in kel'no'reem, returning again and again to the center of himself to face the truths there.  Bra'tac had heard it said – heard even Teal'c say it, seeming to echo the words of Daniel Jackson – that dreams could teach, that dreams were messages from that place hidden beneath the surface of self. But neither Teal'c nor Bra'tac himself had ever been accustomed to traveling there without control.

It made it even more important to meditate when he could.

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Title: Three Times Neal Ran (and one time he was found) – 9. Found
Index Post: [Fic][White Collar] Three Times Neal Ran (and one time he was found) – Index

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( In which conclusion. )

Title: Three Times Neal Ran (and one time he was found) – 7. Abandon
Index Post: [Fic][White Collar] Three Times Neal Ran (and one time he was found) – Index

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( In which contact, concern, crisis. )

Title: Three Times Neal Ran (and one time he was found) – 5. Threat
Index Post: [Fic][White Collar] Three Times Neal Ran (and one time he was found) – Index

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( In which dilemma, debate, decision. )

Title: Three Times Neal Ran (and one time he was found) – 3. Fraying
Index Post: [Fic][White Collar] Three Times Neal Ran (and one time he was found) – Index

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( In which premonitions, suspicions, and obstacles. )

Title: Three Times Neal Ran (and one time he was found) – 1. Waking
Index Post: [Fic][White Collar] Three Times Neal Ran (and one time he was found) – Index

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( In which morning, rain, pain. )