Emerald FalmesIt was all a blur, the villagers came running past them bleeding and screaming, as he and the team ran to the danger.Emerald Falmes by Adi-Arty
" Right the plan is to make it chase after one of us and get to the gate in time to dial and inform Atlantis's of the situation...."
Sheppard could just make out the limping figure of McKay running leaving a trail of blood through the thick smoke and dust, towards the Stargate, with a huge pitch black bloodthirsty creature coming up fast behind, "shit..." as Sheppard was going over the plan in his head the creature leaped and caught the back of McKay's leg, opening the wound even more(if they lost sight of McKay they wouldn't have a hard time following) McKay let out an ear piercing scream and fell to the ground, the gate wasn't far.
Both Sheppard and Ronan opened fire on the creature, it fell to the ground with a loud thud and great howled of pain," McKay get to the gate and call Atlantis before that thing comes around, will keep shooting to make sure you have enough t
Skyward 5-7Chapter 5Skyward 5-7 by The-Dreaming-Dragon
A heavy darkness had smothered him for more time than even he knew, suppressing him under its heavy grasp. As consciousness returned, a world of pain came with it, gnawing at his body incessantly.
His head was filled with noise and pain and he grunted as he tried to gather his thoughts. Snatches of sentences mumbled as if through a fog, fragments of a conversation he should be privy to, echoed in his ears, tugging him towards consciousness.
"Have you come to watch me die?"
It wasn't so much the words as the way they were spoken that made the last pieces of darkness leave him and his blood run cold. He knew he had to move, to speak, to do something. Even if it was only to tell McKay that he was not allowed to even think like that.
Movement bought a world of hurt radiating throughout his body, the epicenter being a useless twisted arm that even to John looked really, really, bad. As he lay there breathing through the pain, he listened as the voice continued its fading monologue
Skyward 1-4Chapter 1Skyward 1-4 by The-Dreaming-Dragon
The sound of groaning metal greeted him as he emerged from dreamless slumber and reality came crushing down. Twisted metal could be seen embedded in trees. Small flames still puttered here and there while smoke rose lazily into air thick with the stench of oil, charred wood and an odour that McKay had become all too familiar with in his time in the Pegasus Galaxy, the coppery tang of blood. Some lights from the panels still flickered in a futile attempt to relay some message to a circuit that no longer functioned, intermittent sparks cascading from control panels.
Panic knotted his stomach as he took in the carnage around him. His body was pinned to the ground by the main bulkhead of the Puddlejumper. The shout that erupted from his mouth startled him but not enough to make him stop shouting for someone, anyone, to help him get out from beneath the twisted metal. His voice gave out after what seemed like hours, his throat raw and crying out for water to soothe it.
With his he
SOPA 2014: Voluntary Agreements, TPP, and StaydownEDIT 3/22: Added some links, some additional notes, and some credit. (Also added some of the same on 3/17)SOPA 2014: Voluntary Agreements, TPP, and Staydown by DecepticonFlamewar
A few days ago, I started seeing journals once again ranting about how SOPA is going to take away our fandom, or even our original content, in my feed here on deviantART. I did a search for reputable sources talking about it, and found just enough to be worth discussing, but not enough to justify the panic that's happened. I vowed I would do a journal about it come the weekend.
Since then, it's blown up. I've had numerous new faves on my old write-up of SOPA 201, despite it having "2013" in the title. I wish I could be happy as well as flattered, but the piece of potential legislation I wrote about then isn't the one people are talking about now. People have been calling for me to explain the "New" SOPA, but research to cite has been scant and so has my time. I have many more obligations now than I did then, and I wrote the last article at a much less busy time