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@truedairship
happy pride month to nikola tesla
Some more SG1 alignment charts
Helen Magnus Clothes Porn - Sanctuary For None I
Amanda Tapping, Grand Empress of SciFi
In season 4, is there a Will & Helen centric episode?
Magnus’ Body Appreciation Post
One thing about Farscape is that it really follows through on a lot of consequences of violence, and I think that's because at the center of the show is a living ship, deliberately created without any means of violence, whose only substantive protection is running away further and faster than anyone else. For a show with space guns, star fighters, intergalactic armadas, and an above average number of planets being destroyed, a whole lot of Farscape's plots revolving around avoiding violence, and the total futility of violence. Two major antagonists both pursue the protagonists with violent actions and intentions, and both are total futile. One blames them for the accidental death of his brother, the other thinks they have important information that none of them could share if they wanted to. When the protagonists resort to violence, the outcomes range from mixed success that creates new and worse problems to purely being a bad decision full stop. There's two whole characters who were child soldiers and they're haunted by the violence of their past, with fragile grips on the tenuous sense of belonging that comes from being stranded with strangers. The whole crew gets a reputation and discover it's a bad thing when anyone, anywhere might assume you're a dangerous violent monster.
And a lot of the ptsd and emotional problems play out in hilarious ways, because that's kind of life, so it never beats you over the head with the idea that everyone is Very Sad, it's just baked into their sharp tempers, sudden flares of emotion, rambling speeches, self destructive behavior and so on. No one has anyone to talk to who hasn't got some kind of thorny, deeply troubled violence both in the text of the show or the past, because it kicks off with a jailbreak. The one calm, therapuetic crew member is like that because it's how she copes with having been a former terrorist and doing shitloads of murders. The action is exciting and interesting but no one has a good outcome form violence. It's just like life for real.
my daily affirmation as an author
A 19 year old princess offended a fairy. The fairy (who underestimated the age of the princess) cursed the princess to die on her 18th birthday. Her next 18th birthday is … never
hey, did you know that the world is a better place because of your creations and art and writing, no matter how niche or how many people see it
have some teslen textposts
have some teslen nonsense
Can you hear Mariah in the distance? Because it's certainly time...
Our 2025 Sanctuary advent calendar is here: https://app.myadvent.net/calendar?id=gnunkmcpea7mmjk5y7ed34zp9tkel27b
You'll get a cute new story every day, courtesy of @ladyelysandra, @truedairship, @agent-troi, @tinknevertalks, @electricrogue and @samabigaleallan.
Just like last year, you'll be able to open one 'door' each day of December in the lead up to Christmas. Hopefully it brings you all a little festive joy in the lead up to the holidays 🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄
Sanctuary @giftober 2025, day 21- cursing
wanna be held like a plushie. nice and safe
Hey for the WIP ask!! I would love to hear more about Monday blues! 😊
Hiii!
So this might not go exactly in the direction you expected, (or, knowing me, you're not too surprised by it being kinkyXD) but I had this shiny idea a few weeks ago that I smashed out a lot of words for. And then realised the vibes weren't vibing. So it's half almost-done, half in desperate need of a rewrite. But the idea remains the same —Helen is doing her best to get through the Monday morning-meeting without making it too obvious that her behind is currently many colours but the one it's supposed to be...;)
He, for his part, did little to cover the amusement in his eyes. As if torturously having to wait all of yesterday before facing the consequences of her actions hadn't been enough, now she'd also have to deal with the annoying smugness that undoubtedly would ooze from him all day. The very thought was enough to make her glare at him harder. He met her eyes straight on, unfazed by the problems her current state would cause her, neither of them backing down until someone — Kate, her mind supplied — cleared their throat. Her head snapped back to the room and a new burst of pain bloomed across her behind. She tightened her grip on the tablet, fighting the urge to squirm through the slowly dissipating sensation and decidedly ignoring the heat following in its wake. The rest of her team were watching her expectantly, and she did her best to will down the flush threatening to break out on her skin. They did not need to know what was on her mind. Raising her tablet she began the meeting, noticing in satisfaction how her voice only stumbled a little as she did. Telling herself to ignore him and his stupidly smug smile she pushed on, shoving away the memories of her own cries last night and the sting of that blastedly curved paddle unforgivingly landing on her skin.
For the WIP game! I would pretty please like to know about Boots and/or Monday Blues.
(I mean, I would like to know about all of them, obvs, but I'm trying to pretend I have some form of restraint)
Hii!
You're lucky, because I received another ask about Monday Blues, so this way you'll get both XD
I've had Thoughts about Nikola and Helen's boots for a looong time that I never really got around to finishing. But then a certain someone sent a certain lovely picture of a lovely pair of boots, which turned into fic talk about boots. And now I've taken my initial thoughts and turned them slightly to the left, which has resulted in a story that might actually be finished sooner or later;))
He gasped as she pressed harder, the sharp heel of her boot digging into his shoulder. Sweet pain trickled down his chest, and when she shifted her other foot, the smooth leather brushing against his thigh before the sole firmly came to a rest against the hardness between his legs, that very same pain curled into tendrils of pleasure. The weight of his current position settled around his shoulders, tugging him deeper into the silent, tranquil place in his mind that only she could bring forth. But he wasn't completely gone yet. There was a part of him still whirring, still impatiently pacing back and forth in the back of his mind and so he leaned forwards, pushing deeper into the sting of her heel. It was the same part that had him looking up, tilting his head to see her face behind the tablet. Her lips were curled into a soft little smile. One that had nothing with her work to do.