Art meme, again. :|

[spaggel]

It was just a matter of time before this can about again. Mostly because I have been having the worst time with projects and I cant seem to get ANYTHING the way I want it and have been avoiding it because I don't feel like I CAN, so this is to KICK MY ASS INTO GEAR DAMMIT. And make me DRAW and LEARN and exercise my talent *cough*

Rules:
1) Leave me a comment with a sentence or two and I will draw a little doodle of it. (keyword: Doodle) Try to bring some variety into the mix, but if it's not from SGA please give me a little fandom reference to work with.
2) Please only one comment per person as I am not putting a limit onto it. Yet.
3) No limit? This might take me awhile.
4) BE KIND TO ME :((

Go free my pretties and comment.

EDIT - UH, NO LONGER WORKSAFE. in the first picture too, GO ME.

Comments

[slodwick.livejournal.com]

ZOMG NINJAS I LOVE WITH MY WHOLE HEART!

[spaggel.livejournal.com]

I WANT ME NINJA ATALTIS FIC. LIKE, skjahskdj the palent of NINJAS and rodney is traded and LEARNS THE WAYS and john is all , OMG SO HOT when Rodney shows off his super ninja skills. *WANTS*

[slodwick.livejournal.com]

AUGH!! *makes grabby hands*

[spaggel.livejournal.com]

WHY CANT WE HAVE THIS? Why? :((

ajsdhaskjd I will be like, "UM, I WILL MAKE PRETTY THINGS AWAY FOR NINJA FIC. SLODWICK TOO. BECAUSE IM MAKING HER. PLEASE?"

[slodwick.livejournal.com]

DUDE HELL YES I ABSOLUTELY WILL! AND NOT JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE MAKING ME!

*wantninjassobad*

[spaggel.livejournal.com]

dakjsdh OMG, REALLY? REALLY? omg, do not pull at my little heart strings so :(( because, YES, I WANT THIS. YOU WANT THIS.

SLOD. SLODYKINS. THINK NINJA. THINK OF FANDOM.

how will we get this? :0

[slodwick.livejournal.com]

PERHAPS PUBLIC BEGGING? GET ON OUR (FIGURATIVE) KNEES FOR NINJAS?

[spaggel.livejournal.com]

I AM THINKING SO. IM THINKING THAT WE CAN SALE OUR BODIES. LIKE, ART STYLE. LIKE

FOR SALE:
A one Spaggel, to do any arty thing.
A one Slodwick, to do any arty thing.

Price:
SUPER COOL RODNEY IS A NINJA FIC.

Please inquire inside for details.

[out-there.livejournal.com]

Rodney had spent the first week complaining. And the second week. And the third.

By the fourth week, he'd worked through calculations, estimated the time differential and realised that as far as the rest of his team was concerned, he'd taken a wrong turn in one of the outer corridors of the abandoned temple and had been missing for possibly an hour.

Time dilation fields sucked.

John had been stuck in one for six months, but the team had been aware something was wrong the second he was sucked into it *and* he'd had both Rodney and Radek working to get him out. Whereas Rodney had to rely on Teyla or Ronon noticing something was wrong, dragging the Colonel away from the Distant-Grandfather-of-the-Puddlejumper that they'd found and sending a message back to Elizabeth. She'd then have to get Zelenka to come, which was a ten hour puddlejumper ride if you flew at John's favored speed of "ridiculously, lethally fast".

Rodney was going to be stuck here for years.

[out-there.livejournal.com]

***

It had taken Rodney another week to stumble across the temple. It was tall and felt vaguely Buddhist -- or like the set design for "The Golden Child" -- and went from empty to full of black-clad martial artists in the time it took Rodney to say, "Oh, come on-- Arrrrgh!"

As he breathed deeply, they stayed still. They were dressed in black, and the only skin Rodney could see was the small eye-slit, bronze skin and dark, empty eyes. Some of them held small, shiny knives that would enchant Ronon but left Rodney panicked and scared.

"You nearly gave me a heart attack! What the hell do you think you are? We all know ninjas are automatically cool but this is ridiculous."

One dark figure stepped forward. He (or maybe she) looked the same as all the others. "You came here to train," he/she said, soft enough that Rodney still wasn't sure of gender.

"Um, no."

"Those who come through the portal, come for two reasons. Either to train and join us, or to die."

"In that case," Rodney said quickly, "I definitely came here to train."

[out-there.livejournal.com]

***

Rodney had never been particularly graceful or co-ordinated, but he was a determined student. It only took him fourteen months to achieve the status of Daitsu (or "ninja warrior" as Rodney termed it). And it only took him another seven to gain the wisdom and patience to know how to leave.

As with most things in the temple, the goodbyes were quiet and brief, and the distant sound of low bells sounded as he left.

He walked through the field's barrier to find Radek kneeling over his laptop and John pacing behind him, talking to Teyla (or Ronon) over the radio. John glanced over at the doorway, then swivelled his head back to stare at Rodney.

"Rodney, you're--" John didn't say 'safe' and he didn't say 'back', but Rodney could read those in his relieved, thankful expression, "--a ninja?"

Rodney looked down, remembering that he was wearing the black laos of the temple. "You expected one outfit to last me for two years? I know the science uniforms are top-quality, Colonel, but that's asking too much."

"You spent two years, there?" Radek asked, pushing his glasses up. "How did you survive?"

"The corridor leads to a temple, which leads to an outside area with crops and herds. It's enough to support a small population of ninjas. Having said that, I would trade all my worldly possessions for a chocolate powerbar right now." Rodney held out a hand, making a grabby gesture at the Colonel.

"How did you survive?" John asked, handing over a powerbar. It was nice to see that months of training John hadn't been wasted.

Rodney unwrapped the powerbar and took a big mouthful before replying. "I studied, I trained. I learned how to use the numchucks."

"Really?"

"I'm a regular Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle."

***

[celli]

DUDE.

If I didn't love you already? This would have totally made me fall. On the spot.

DUDE.

[out-there.livejournal.com]

*BEAMS*

See? That makes me feel happier about using this to avoid my taxfic. I'm so unsure of what I should be writing right now. Casey/Dan taxfic or Rodney as a ninja?

Make up my mind for me.

[miriad.livejournal.com]

"The corridor leads to a temple, which leads to an outside area with crops and herds. It's enough to support a small population of ninjas. Having said that, I would trade all my worldly possessions for a chocolate powerbar right now." Rodney held out a hand, making a grabby gesture at the Colonel.

My favorite part. Hee! And... more Rodney as ninja fic. That's my vote.

[celli]

*floppy hands of flustered* But--but--BOTH!

[out-there.livejournal.com]

For some reason, Rodney got the impression that no one actually believed him. Oh, sure, they believed that he'd spent a certain amount of time trapped in the time dilation field. They knew that he'd stayed with some deadly and/or religious locals, and had come back wearing black.

But no one actually believed him when said he knew nine different ways to kill a man and could walk on dried leaves without making a sound.

It had something to do with the way that he'd rushed back to his laptop as soon as he got on the puddlejumper. He'd spent two years without a computer, without email, without *Solitaire* for heavens sakes. Of course his top prority would be reminding himself of all the research he was supposed to know backwards and forewards.

He didn't really care that Elizabeth almost snorted when she read his mission report, or that John made stupid amphibian jokes on the way home. At least Carson believed him.

"You're in better shape than," Carson paused, blinking at the scanner results, "well, than you've ever been. At least since I've known you."

"So you believe me?" Rodney had asked.

"I believe that you've spent over a year having regular exercise and a healthy diet," Carson dithered. "But you're certainly fit for off-world duty."

It was the off-world duty that convinced John.

Technically, it was when the inhabitants of MX3-892 decided that the Genii award for their capture was too generous to refuse. They were surrounded by twenty armed-with-swords guards. Ronon had wanted to attack, John had been wary of the blades and Teyla had been saying something about caution versus violence when Rodney did a jumping sumersault over one guard, used a spining kick to knock out two of them, and grabbed the sword from the guy behind him.

John stared at him. Until Rodney yelled, "What are you guys waiting for?" and then it was on.

They fought until they were the only four left standing. John took down two, Teyla knocked out five, Ronon got six and Rodney only got seven. His teachers would have been disappointed.

He'd over-balanced on one of the kick-punch-kick combinations. If he hadn't stabbed the four guard quite so hard, he would have kept his balance and easily got nine.

Then Rodney noticed the way John was staring at him, red lips slightly open, eyes a little glazed.

"What?"

John blinked and the stunned expression was gone. "I really didn't think you could do that stuff."

"You were very impressive," Teyla said with a sweet bow of her head. "However, now might be a good time to leave."

***

[out-there.livejournal.com]

John's strangely stunned look kept reappearing.

When Rodney practiced with Teyla -- one stick against her two, and he still beat her three times out of four -- John would find some excuse to watch. He'd lean against the wall with his arms crossed, watching Rodney with that same open-mouthed, awed expression.

Rodney could understand. He was pretty sure he'd watched the Daitsu with the same expression the first time he saw them train.

Rodney couldn't understand why John kept watching him like that when he wasn't training. He'd be doing completely ordinary things like eating, complaining at a meeting or stopping the city's sudden urge to self-destruct, and John would be there. Watching. Occasionally even licking his lips.

Then Rodney understood. After all, there was a reason he was labelled a genius.

"You think ninjas are hot," he said the next time John appeared in the training room to watch him stretch.

John's eyes went wide. "What? Me? No. Of course not."

"So if I told you I could throw knives and leave your outline on the wall, without cutting your clothes or hair, you'd have no reaction?"

The glazed, lips-parted expression came back. "Huh?"

Rodney rolled his eyes and walked over to John. He could have done something impressive, something with flips and turns and a couple of kicks, but he didn't need to rub in the fact that he'd won.

He leaned into John's personal space, getting up close to him. "Do you have any idea how flexible I am these days?"

The tips of John's ears went satisfyingly red. "It's possibly crossed my mind."

"Good," Rodney said and showed John how well ninjas kiss.

[not-sally.livejournal.com]

OMGOMGOMGNINJAFLAIL!

*is in fangirl heaven*

[justabi.livejournal.com]

Dude, I'm with John. Ninjas are totally hot. *stealthily pinches Rodney's ninja ass*

Ninjas *are* hot!

[kormantic.livejournal.com]

Everyone knows that!

You are a delightful creature.

[catmoran.livejournal.com]

Rodney only got seven. His teachers would have been disappointed.

Well, he couldn't be *too* greedy. It wouldn't be fair to the rest of the team!

*loves*

[iibnf.livejournal.com]

Yay, Ninja Geek! And he shall stir John to arousal by sneaking soundlessly up behind him and yelling BOO.

[out-there.livejournal.com]

Bwahahahaa!

You just kow he'd only use his ninja-stealth if it was to frighten/turn on John, to scare his stupid underlings, or to get extra food from the mess.

The rest of the time, he wouldn't bother and he'd be clumsy.

[ilexa.livejournal.com]

"I'm a regular Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle."

Hi, you are the most brilliant thing ever.

[out-there.livejournal.com]

I think that is a vast over-exaggeration, but I'm going to take it in the gleeful way it was meant. *bounces*