Probably unnecessary, but I did it anyway because I love any excuse to babble about anything Farscape related.

( This is Stark. He glows. Also he loves cupcakes. The end. )

Stark was not time-displaced. Not this weekend anyway. This was probably a good thing. He'd jumped around in time before and it had ended, quite literally, in tears. Also in death and for a brief period a planet being utterly destroyed. The planet, at least, had gotten better. But that wasn't really relevant right now ( Read more... )

Like many current and former residents of Fandom, Stark had woken up not himself today. The hair wasn't a surprise this time. It had been a long time since he'd bothered to cut his regular hair, much less shave it ( Read more... )

The trip to the Diagnosan was successful, in spite of Grunschlk. Stark had been disappointed the man was still alive, and was then immediately disappointed in himself for thinking such a thing. After the man had "robbed them blind" (Stark had winced even as he made this statement to Chiana) with fees for the Diagnosan and fees for himself, Stark ( Read more... )

Life in the Uncharted Territories, to put it bluntly, often sucked. Life in Scarran space pretty much always sucked. But there was one thing that Stark's current end of the universe had going for it. At least there weren't plagues. Well, not right now anyway ( Read more... )