Heyyyyyyy.

[toomuchplor]

Wow, okay, it's been way too long since I poked my head in here. Suffice it to say, RL has been hectic and fandom has been far away from my mind most of the time. But it is now summer and I have scads of wonderfully free time in which to procrastinate.

My writing brain is atrophied and pathetic, alas. If any of you who still have me flisted and still want to read SGA have mini ficlet ideas I would gladly collect prompts. The only fic ideas I seem to have at the moment are epic and ridiculous.

Also, would welcome any updates of a fannish or personal nature you'd care to share. Sorry I am a lame LJ friend. Working on that.

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[patk]

You're still collecting, right? *G*

Okay, here's another one. :-)

Cunning Todd thinking about Earth food customs and how it could support his plans.

The "backstory" to that idea:

We've seen Todd offer food (fruits) to the team when they visited his hive-ship to open negotiations over Keller's modified retro-virus version. Over the course of the series he also comes across as intelligent, perceptive, cunning - someone who thinks outside the (Wraith-)box, draws conclusions, collects information about how humans think and behave (remember that he offered Sam his hand because it's a custom among humans - and then added the bit with "wraith humor"?), what makes them tick, all to include this when developing plans. He's definitely a "know your enemy/food"-kind of guy.

So, Wraith feed through their feeding hands and they apparently enjoy different "tastes" (defiance, fear etc). Humans have developed an entire cultural branch that revolves around recipes, preparing food, cooking and eating - what about the Wraith, do they have an equvalent to this?

How about Todd pondering this (odd to him?) cultural quirk of making such a fuss over one's meal. Or wondering about human culture of cooking/eating. Or comparing "Wraith eating culture" to the human one. Or something similar. The peg to hang the ficlet could be the time Todd is deciding on how to treat the team when they visit for negotiations and his thoughts leading to the decision that he's going to offer them food - what we finally see on screen.

Of course, not because he likes them so much but just because it fits into his plans, contributed to the impression he wanted to make etc (well, he did make the typical "wraith-humor" remark of hoping the fruits are as tasty as the farmers who grew it).

[toomuchplor]

I don't think I've ever written Todd, it's sad. Love the ideas with food and culinary culture. It reminds me of the crackfic I wanted to write where Ronon is secretly obsessed with Martha Stewart.