icarus | Where fiercelydreamed pulls me up short and makes me think.

fiercelydreamed is a hell of a writer, and "Unidentified" is one of the two best SGA stories of the year. Two months ago I would have called it the best story of the year, but then

cesperanza blew me away with "Written By The Victors."

Now

fiercelydreamed was plagiarized Saturday (or rather, the plagiarist was caught Saturday) along with a dozen other writers.

What does

fiercelydreamed do? First she tells people not to flame the plagiarist -- she doesn't like it when fandom turns vicious -- just to please notify the archive to have it taken down. Then when the plagiarist apologized (not very contritely, but we'll let that pass) and took down all the stories of her own accord,

fiercelydreamed said that once she's taken down all her plagiarized copies on other archives, "you're square with me." Then

fiercelydreamed encouraged her to write her own stories.

I would have gone for the kill (I'm not proud of that).

fiercelydreamed has class.

Stemming the tide of anger,

fiercelydreamed launched the Mad Libs Plagiarism Party. You see, our latest plagiarist took SGA fics and just replaced the pronouns and names from the One Tree Hill fandom -- with some really weird results.

How to play, in three easy steps:
1. Pick a favorite scene from one of your own stories. (Please, please, your own stories. I'm not encouraging actual plagiarism here.)
2.Pick a fandom (the more it makes you want to spork your eyeballs out,the better), "recast" your story for that fandom, and use find/replaceto change the character names in the story. (Not up for the effort of fixing pronouns and physical descriptions? Why bother?)
3. Post your retrofitted story snippet, or a link to it, in the comments here.

Pavlovian

"I swear, it's Pavlovian."

Frodo'sbare feet wiggled in the air, the toes crossed as he sprawled on thebed, skin a pink landscape of curves: round shoulders, the small of hisback, the two dimples before the crack of a very round ass. He muncheda handful of cheese nips and Sam wrinkled his nose, swiping crumbs offthe bed with an irritated gesture. "C'mon," Sam complained, his voicesomething between a whine and a growl, "I gotta sleep here."

Frodolicked a finger and picked up exactly one crumb. Smirking. He squirmedfurther up the bed and said in Sam's ear, enunciating carefully,"Big... honking... space gun."

Sam slouched, rolling his eyes at the ceiling, but couldn't help the hint of a smile. "Stop teasing me."

"Look at you! You still light up, and you know it's not even real!"

"So I like guns." Sam folded his arms over his chest defensively. "It's my job."

"With the destructive capacity to take out a planet," Frodo continued blithely, watching Sam's face with a predatory gleam.

This time the smile showed Sam's teeth. He complained, "Stop it...."

"Amazing," Frodo hummed happily, chin on his folded arms. "I bet I could do this in your sleep."

"It's not fair unless you actually have one for me."

Frodo took a thoughtful breath. And then said, "Orbital planetary defense system. With multidirectional railgun."

"Okay, now you're just being mean," Sam pouted, adding with a lazy gesture, "Unless you plan to invent it."

Frodo blinked. The smile slid from his face in surprise. "I-I probably could."

"What?" Sam sat up. "You mean that?"

"Idon't know why I didn't think of it before... we have all the materialsnow that we've reestablished contact with Earth." Frodo's eyes glazedover, dazed. His hand made an absent gesture as he stared off intospace. "We could never do the entire planet of course, but we just haveto protect one city. It's completely doable."

"You could design an orbital planetary defense system? With a railgun?" Sam repeated. "Why didn't we think of this before?"

"I'm a physicist, not a weapon's designer. I don't think like that!" Frodo snapped.

"Well start!"

"I just did!"

Sam tapped his radio. "Gandalf, Gamgee here."

"It's late, Sam, but go ahead."

"Frodo's just had a brainstorm: How would you like an orbital defense system? Gift-wrapped even?"

There was a moment of breathless silence. "I'll be right there."

Sam and Frodo exchanged glances.

Samglanced down at the hair on his chest which had some of Frodo's crumbsin it, the glisten of lube on his stomach, and Frodo's gray t-shirtcrumpled under his ass. He took a little breath, licked his lips andsaid, "I'm thinking we should get dressed."

In other news, hello to

katmaxwell. I now know at least 300% more about anime fandoms than I did 24 hours ago. *g*