astridv | Quod erat demimonstrum!

Half the book, slain! 12 out ouf 24 double-spread pages. Lying there, still twitching. Harghnah, take that, you... fiend! The other 12 pages will take longer; I made sure to pick the quickest ones first, but what matters is, it's down to a manageable number now and I think I made up for most of the lost time. About time, too, I was getting sick of this. This is not so much illustration and more like beating the artwork into submission. That's where it stops being fun. But now I should have enough time to do the rest of the pages with the proper care and a bit more relaxed. Tomorrow, I plan to ink page 6 of the Stargate comic (doing pg 6 before 5 because I want to post them together anyway and that way I won't be tempted to break them up. Also, pg6 has this really cool thing going on that I can't talk about yet 'cause that would be spoiling. :)

fic rec: Blue Colorado Skies by

xparrot
gen; PG; team; whump (Rodney); AU; ~11,400 words
Rodney had guessed John Smith would be trouble the day he rode into town and tramped into his shop, yellow with dust and stinking of horse and sweat, and asked if he was McKay. Rodney had looked at the man's worn boots, his shabby black Stetson, and the Colt holstered at his side, and known no good could come of this.

Squee-worthy, original, plotty steampunk AU: Rodney is a brilliant (duh) inventor, John the heir of the evil Sheppard Works. I love the background setting, and the way the characters within it stay so utterly themselves.

crack!fic rec: You Only Ever Lose One
McShep; AU (a lot); crack (the strong kind); 3,000 words
Summary: John and Rodney are socks. Yes, socks.
I've been looking for this fic everywhere, luckily it just came up on storyfinders: The one where they're socks. That really says it all. *cuddles fandom*

linkage: Christopher Judge of SG-1 learns about Furries. Or, how fandom managed to shock Chris Judge. Clip from a DragonCon panel.

Quod erat demimonstrum!

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