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Hello! I am bored! I wish to make people write drabbles/ficlets for me that I will then illustrate! Order will be by what I can do first rather than first come first served, but will try my best to get to all of them. I'll close it if I'm getting too many (I wish). Fandoms are SGA and Supernatural.
Some things that would rock my socks off: John action (without innuendo)/ lots of Teyla/ lots of teaminess/ humor/ cuddliness/ Teyla action (with or without innuendo)/ Sam having fun/ Dean being Dean/ aww brothers!!! (um, also, no Sam/Dean). All this in a lovely max. PG-13 rating package. Yes, I'm a little high maintenance apparently.
Go!
...please?
Some things that would rock my socks off: John action (without innuendo)/ lots of Teyla/ lots of teaminess/ humor/ cuddliness/ Teyla action (with or without innuendo)/ Sam having fun/ Dean being Dean/ aww brothers!!! (um, also, no Sam/Dean). All this in a lovely max. PG-13 rating package. Yes, I'm a little high maintenance apparently.
Go!
...please?
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Date: 2007-08-02 08:52 pm (UTC)Rodney tried to suppress a yawn as he glanced around, making sure he wasn't the only one who was bored out of his mind. It wasn't that he was ungrateful for a mission where running for his life or being taken hostage weren't requirements, but he could be doing so many more productive things right now. Like catching up with the latest series of Doctor Who, which Zelenka had brought back from Earth on DVD.
Teyla was speaking with the native leaders, negotiating a trade agreement with a serious expression on her face. Sheppard was feigning interest by nodding at all the important bits (and some of the less important bits when he wasn't paying attention). At least Ronon looked as bored as Rodney did, cleaning out the dirt under his fingernails with a knife he'd produced from one of his many hiding places, which, in Rodney's opinion, was a pretty dangerous way of keeping them clean. He wished he was cool enough to do stuff like that. Knowing his luck, he'd probably cut his finger if he tried.
Sighing quietly and wondering how long it was until lunch, Rodney looked down and studied the ground for the third or fourth time. His bare feet stuck out from the end of the scratchy robe they'd given him (and no amount of complaining had convinced John to let him off wearing it). They were white and pasty against the dusty brown dirt and when he compared them to Teyla's elegant toes they made him feel like a troll. A big, ugly troll in a robe with wide, square feet and uneven toenails.
Oh God, he was so bored he'd started examining everyone else's feet. Ronon's were just as big as the rest of him and hairy, like a hobbit's. Teyla must be an elf or a fairy or something equally dainty and petite with her neatly manicured toenails and beautifully curved feet.
And that made Sheppard... Rodney glanced over at the Colonel's feet and frowned. Sheppard must have noticed him looking because he swung his head lazily in Rodney's direction, saw where Rodney was looking and shrugged sheepishly.
John's feet were long and almost as pale as Rodney's, although not as chubby and his veins stood out more. But that wasn't what made Rodney smirk in amusement and make a mental note to ask him about it later.
All ten of his toenails were painted a different colour and, lined up as they were with his feet together, they put Rodney in mind of a rainbow - red on one end followed by pink and orange and yellow and a multitude of different greens and blues, ending in a light violet and dark purple at the other end. Rodney couldn't imagine him sitting in his quarters with his hair in curlers, meticulously applying ten different nail varnishes to his toes, so there must be a more interesting reason.
He wished he had a camera. Sheppard was going to regret having prettier toes than him.
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Date: 2007-08-02 08:57 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-08-02 09:06 pm (UTC)Or it was the Wraith *glances around fearfully*