If at first the idea is not Absurd

A Visa/Mastercard Commercial

Thu, 17 Sep 2009 00:18:37 GMT

Used 1997 Volkswagen Jetta: $2200 + tax and expenses
Celebratory dinner for two: $31.00
Buying your first car with your dad: Priceless

On a side note, one week from today is the Criminal Minds season 5 premiere. I'm giddy. (Thought that also may be due to the new car I'm driving off the lot tomorrow. Er, I mean, new for me. The car's used.)

The promo is here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sBe-qASQJ0c

Also also, the season 5 premiere of Supernatural was awesomely kickass! Go Castiel!!!

Just a little fic I've written/stored up for no reason 2

Sun, 19 Jul 2009 23:58:13 GMT

Title: Man of the Hour
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Characters: Jonas Quinn (POV), Adria
Genre: Drama, Apocafic
Rating: PG, except for the, you know, world ending bit and all.
Words: 608
Status: Prompt, One-shot, Complete
Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate: SG1 or it's characters and am making no profit writing or posting this.
Prompt:apocalypse_kree fanfiction prompt number 118 (this one's old, from 2007, and way past the time to submit let alone sign up, but it inspired this fic, so) Jonas Quinn, gen. Langara in the aftermath of the Ori invasion.

Jonas meets the Orici when he is appointed the Secondary Kelownan Administrator of Langara. He forces himself not to think too much about what he’s letting happen to his planet, to his people, and instead spends his time working the crowd for scuttlebutt on the Ori Army’s figurehead.

That’s what he does now. He records the truth in his head for future use, gathering little bits of information that will keep him sane. Most days it is not enough.

He discovers that the Orici’s name is Adria, and in his head he calls her that. It keeps him from making her a symbol, makes her more human, touchable. It keeps him sane by keeping him from believing a word that comes out of any Prior’s mouth. Adria. Across the room, from where the woman is standing regally above and apart from the other Langarans gathered there, Adria turns her head his way.

She smiles. Jonas feels a chill settle in his stomach. He smiles back at her.

“People of Langara,” she says to the room. Jonas feels a little sick at how fast everyone becomes silent and attentive. “The hour of Prostration is near. Let us all gather together this day in worship of the Ori.”

“Will you lead Prostration, Orici?” One of the two Prior’s flanking her asked, head bowed in reverence.

“No. Today, let the man of the hour speak, in preparation of his new role as Secondary Kelownan Administrator.”

The room blurred. Man of the hour. It was an Earth phrase. Adria knew Earth phrases. And she was singling him out.

No. Breathe. In and out, get it together, everyone is looking at you. Jonas takes a step towards the platform where Adria was standing. Your cover isn’t blown because there is no cover to be blown. They know who you were. They know that makes you important to Langara and Kelowna. Get it together, Jonas, you’re fine.

Jonas takes more steps, steadily approaching Adria and her two Prior bodyguards.

Man of the hour.

Jonas led Prostration from memory, keeping it simple and without lessons, just passages from the Book of Origin and the standard Ori propaganda they were to recite at any given opportunity to every single person they met. It was the prerogative of an Ori Administrator.

“. . . for we are Amica, forgiven of our trespasses and returned to the One True Path, Origin . . .” Jonas could probably lead Prostration in his sleep, even though this is the first time he’s done it. Disregarding the fact that he’s had the speech memorized from the first day he heard it, Jonas has spent the last three weeks giving sermons to random people at the slightest provocation, spitting out Ori Army propaganda like it was all he could think about, and quoting the Book of Origin in his daily life as much as possible.

“. . . and all those who have strayed from the path must be guided back. Glorious are the Ori, who have led us to salvation, who have freed us from the evil of Mortal Sin, and who crusade against the corruption of all unbelievers who refuse to see as Amica did, and as we did, and to walk the path of Origin towards Enlightenment.”

It’d been worth it, because it worked. Jonas got noticed, got promoted to Administrator. In a position of power, Jonas could do damage control – could maybe, eventually, have access to the ‘Gate, could get in contact with the SGC.

Man of the hour.

It had never occurred to him until now that the SGC might have already fallen.

“Hallowed are the Ori.”

Just a little fic I've written/stored up for no reason 1

Mon, 13 Jul 2009 21:46:42 GMT

Title: Team Building
Fandom: Stargate SG-1/Atlantis
Characters: Four OCs (main POV: Jake), Dr. Jackson and General O'Neill by reference, SG-1 and Team Sheppard by reference
Genre: Humor, Crossover
Rating: Teen for language
Words: 616
Status: Prompt(ish), One-shot, Complete
Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate: SG1, Stargate: Atlantis, or it's characters and am making no profit writing or posting this. The four members of the team in this fic (SG-18) are my own.
Prompt: Prompt 71.03 in sg1_five_things "Five ways SG-1 got kicked out of a team building retreat" in response to #5 by lilyleia78 : "The prank war with SGA-1 got dangerous when they took the teams building to heart and decided to work together."

No one was really sure why the IOA had insisted that all SG and Atlantis teams be put through a two week long team building camp.

“I mean, really!” Dr. Sonner said, looking aggrieved. “After all that the people in this program have been through, they want to send us to a team building camp? How will that help us? Why do they even think we need help? We’ve all been shot at together and shot enemies together – I’m pretty sure that about does it.”

“The IOA’s all civilians, Doc.” Jake carefully doesn’t mention that Sonner is a civilian too. “They don’t get stuff like that.” Lieutenant Fray grunted in agreement. One of the few things he and Jake could agree on was the utter stupidity of politics and politicians, and that both had no place in warfare or combat.

“But, seriously? Team building camp? Are they smoking something up there?”

“Let it go, Doc.” Major Hughes ordered. “Landry says we go, so we go.” Sonner looked like she was going to argue more, so Jake elbowed her discretely in the ribs. She relented. “Anyway, look on the bright side. Maybe this’ll get our two LTs to tone down their damn arguing.”

Doc snorted in disbelief. “Not damn likely.” She said. “This is going to be a catastrophe. A big catastrophe, as in one the size of the extinction of the dinosaurs. As my niece says, there will be epic fail. And if you don’t believe me, then you are simply deluding yourselves.”

Major Hughes was a big man. A marine. As much as it grated on Jake to be on a team with two jarheads, he respected Major Hughes the way he’s never respected a commanding officer before in his life. (Fray was, of course, a different story. A marine the same rank as him, the two of them were constantly at odds. Jake blamed it on Fray’s inability to recognize a superior officer when he saw one. Fray was the team heavy hitter, and Jake was an engineer who proudly specialized in crystal-control interfaces and blowing shit up. The fact that they differed in method didn’t matter, because in Jake’s opinion he could hit heavier than Fray with his tech know-how, but Fray felt that being an engineer had split Jake’s attentions and that Fray was a more ‘pure’ soldier. This fascinated Dr. Sonner to no end, and annoyed the hell out of the Major, who refused to take sides.)

But the Major, all six foot one of lean, government trained killing machine, flinched in the face of the conviction of their five foot two, curvy, college trained cultural anthropologist. Jake and Fray stared. Sonner stared. Major Hughes looked away and shifted uncomfortably.

Sonner’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. “What do you know?”

“They broke us into groups,” Major Hughes explained, not even bothering to pretend to hold out. They all knew you surrendered in the face of the wrath of the social scientists. For one thing, Dr. Jackson led them, and he was trained by General O’Neill, who any self respecting soldier on base knew was serious black-ops in his day and were scared shit-less of. For another, the social science department controlled the only good coffee on base. “Every two weeks they’ll send a different bunch of teams to the camp.”

“So?” Major Hughes looked miserable. Jake was starting to panic a little bit.

“So, I got the roster this morning. The other teams in our group include SG-1 and Team Sheppard.”

“Crap.” The word was unusually clean for Fray, but that about summed it up.

“We’re going to die.” Jake said. “We’re going to die painful, painful deaths.” No one contradicted him.

Still can't let go of Criminal Minds

Thu, 02 Jul 2009 00:05:55 GMT

It's been five weeks and I'm still totally obsessing over Criminal Minds. I've decided to share some of my thoughts after a little research into the last scene of the season four finale "To Hell and Back" (and also confide in you a strong craving for really good Hotch fic, of which I can not find to my taste).

Anyway, many people have agonized over Hotch's convoluted history/back-story, one frustrated fan even going so far as to say that Hotch's bible (compilation of facts and back-story regarding a character that all writers for the show use and reference like a bible) simply says "whatever". I've come to a different conclusion. My conclusion is that Hotch (the character) was also a boy genius/wonder (though not exactly like Reid) and that he graduated early from High school, whipped through college, spent 5 years in Law, and joined the FBI at 23 (minimum age for acceptance). This also ends up making Aaron Hotchner about 10 years younger than Thomas Gibson. Just examine my rough timeline below.

My Theoretical History of Aaron “Hotch” Hotchner

Timeline:
Birthday is July 3^rd 1972, which makes him 37 years old (I chose July 3 because that's Gibson's B-Day)

Graduated from high school at the age of 15 (He was in a higher grade but Haley was older when they met)

Spent 1 year in college to complete his undergrad (Did most of his college courses while still technically in high school)

and 2 years to complete his law degree in 1990 (age 18)

5 years spent as an attorney (First 2 years spent gaining litigation experience and the next three as a prosecutor)

Joined the FBI at age 23

Spent two years as a Probie with the Denver FBI’s SWAT team (2 year required probationary period)

Recruited by SA David Rossi to join the BAU

Spends 12 years there, to current season 4

History:

Is 9 years older than his brother

Father died from heart attack at age 47 after being diagnosed with lung cancer

Was a teenager when he died, so little brother Sean was very young

Assuming the father died when Hotch was 17, Sean would be 8 or so

The father was obsessive compulsive and violent when things were out of place. He’d beat Hotch when he was young and clumsy, and Hotch would take beatings for Sean when he was older. Due to his father’s OCD Hotch would always be punished for anything less then perfection, but these punishments were not beatings. As the oldest child the father always cared more about Hotch’s performance. His mother bought into the perfectionist lifestyle and never tried to stop it, and Hotch has always hated her a little for that. She also never confronted the father about the affairs, assuming she wasn’t perfect enough for him. Even years later she still spouts the rhetoric his father instilled in them. The family was perfect on the surface.

As a child, Hotch played baseball. His father forced him to learn it right handed because that was the ‘right’ way to play baseball, and this is why he shoots right handed but still writes with his left. His father never paid close enough attention to Hotch writing to know he wrote with his left hand.

Anyway, that's my back-story, or bible, for Hotch. I'd also like to comment on some things I've been seeing in forums about the finale. It's become pretty clear to me that the Reaper is the one shooting Hotch. When I first saw it I'd forgotten what the Reaper had looked like in his getup, but I did some research and re-watched Omnivore, and discovered that basically everybody online agrees with me. Plus the actor who played the Reaper was in the credits. This also makes his comment about a deal make so much more sense.

So with the identity of the killer out of the way, the only thing to focus on is how Hotch could possibly get out of this one alive.

Some people are saying that Hotch managed to get to his reserve ankle gun and get a shot off. Their main justification for this is the fact that the gunshot was loud and that the shooter had a silencer on his gun. Totally ignoring the utter ridiculousness of Hotch being able to get to his other gun without getting shot when the Reaper was, like, a foot away, the Reaper's gun did not have a silencer on it. It looked like it, maybe, but if you watched Omnivore closely you'll realize that the gun the Reaper uses is just that shape. It's a silver .44 revolver with a long barrel. (On a side note, I'd like to commend my awesomeness in being only .01 off on the caliber of the gun. See the below post.)

Other people are saying that the Reaper didn't actually kill him but is abducting him and the team will later come to the rescue. The reasoning for this is that a lot of fans seem to have gotten it in their heads that the Reaper likes to torture his victims and will take Hotch away somewhere to do so. I'd like to correct that too. While it is said that he likes to torture them during the conversation between Prentiss and Morgan, they were talking about the victim’s fear before death. It was in no way a physical torture (besides the fact that he, you know, kills them) and was purely of a psychological variety. And yes, I know he stabbed the women, but that was after they had died, yes? And Hotch is most definitely not of the fairer sex. The Reaper killed all his men quick, usually with the gun. He only took any amount of time with the young women, and that was always after they died.

Now, totally ignoring that it'd be a total break in pattern for the Reaper to abduct anybody (he always killed them on the spot) it is conceivable that he would change the rules for Hotch. The reason I admit this is the comment he made about being more famous than any of them would ever know. But I also have a problem with this reasoning, because the abduction of a federal BAU agent has been done before (namely, Reid) and how will that make him famous? Maybe if he puts it on television.

Anyway, I do agree that short of a neighbor hearing the gunshot and finding Hotch (which is totally plausible, by the way) that the Reaper shooting Hotch to wound and then abducting him is the most likely situation in which Hotch comes out alive. However, there is really only one scenario in which I find this likely to happen, and that's this:

Hotch realizes that someone is in the house with him. He turns around and sees the Reaper holding out his gun. His face is grim with the knowledge of what is about to happen, but there is no fear. This doesn't work for the Reaper, because he needs the fear to gain dominance and control, to get the release that he kills for. So he shoots Hotch non-vitally, paints his mark in blood, and takes Hotch with him in order to have the time to create the fear that he wants. Basically, he doesn't kill Hotch for the same reason he didn't kill Morgan, and the rest of the episode(s) focus on the hunt to find him and the Reaper's efforts to break Hotch.

All.

Spoiler Alert for Criminal Minds Season Finale

Thu, 21 May 2009 03:29:26 GMT

Oh My God. Oh My God. Oh. My. God.

They killed Hotch. I've been saying "Oh my god" for the last two minutes, because not only didn't I see that coming, but I can't believe they did it! Hotch was just . . . essential! He was the show.

Jesus, I'm already talking about him in the past tense.

My Dad is trying to point out to me that he probably didn't die, because it's rare to kill off a much loved and essential character in television, (see the Sorting Algorithm of Mortality - http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/SortingAlgorithmOfMortality) but jesus, did you see that gun? It was a big gun, probably a .45 or .50 caliber, which people don't just walk away from. (And Oh My God, I did not just infer that from a ten second glimpse on TV. I watch too many crime shows. I can't stop thinking about Flack on CSI: NY talking about Angel getting shot with a .50 caliber and saying "she never stood a chance against a weapon like that." And! By the way, what is up with killing off characters in the season finale's of all the crime shows!)

But that ending! Criminal Minds sure knows how to go for the throat, let me tell you. That hit me in the gut. And somehow I'm just certain that Hotch is dead.

"You should have made a deal." WTF? Are we talking about a grudge from way back when Hotch was a prosecutor? Oh my god, I can't wait to know who the hell killed Hotch, 'cause I want a piece of him!

Wow. What's CM going to do now? Who's gonna be team leader? Should be Morgan, I think he deserves it. Who's gonna fill in the spot on the team?

Hotch is gone now, like Gideon and Elle. Jeeze, maybe Gideon will show up for Hotch's funeral. Hey, maybe Mandy Patinkin will come back for the "Avenge Hotch" episode and be part of the team again just for that. That'd be weird, Gideon and Rossi on screen at the same time.

You know what? Bad Calliste-Dawn. You're giving up on him already. Maybe he does survive. Oh, wow, I just had the image of someone finding him all bloody on his floor and almost cried. I care too much about TV. I'm blogging about TV. Again.

Go 'way. I need sleep. My heart hurts. I can't decide at this point if I utterly loathe Jeff Davis for killing off Hotch (my most beloved character) or if I respect him for breaking Trope. Oh god, I'm gonna have nightmares, I know it. Hotch is dead!

(P.S. The second thing I said to my Dad after the screen went dark was "I have to blog about this." The first was "Oh my god, they killed Hotch.")

Biscuits

Mon, 13 Apr 2009 21:22:52 GMT

My dad has a Facebook account. He has friends. One of his friends just posted a status that says, and I quote, "When I woke up this morning there wasn't a single biscuit outside . . . hope they lived."

Oh god, the agony! We can't stop laughing!!!

The Children of Supernatural

Tue, 17 Feb 2009 23:56:56 GMT

So, my dad had this theory about the future of Supernatural . . .

Remember how Sam and Ruby were totally, like, sleeping together for six months? My dad's theory is that Sam got Ruby pregnant, and she's gonna give birth to some sort of mega powerful demon spawn. Then Dean and Anna did the nasty in the Impala. And guess what? Anna's gonna give birth to Dean's kid, an angel spawn. Then the two of them together are gonna be unstoppable just like the Charmed ones, and they go on to kick Lucifer's butt and slap God across the face. (That last part is pretty much word for word.)

So what does everybody think of that?

Of GPAs and Imax . . . cool!

Mon, 22 Dec 2008 13:40:42 GMT

Oh my god. I just looked at my GPA on the College website aaaaaannnnnndddddd . . .

it's a 3.35. Holy Shit! I guess spending no time on fanfiction this semester really paid off, right? Wow. A bunch of A's and a single C (in math, unsurprisingly).

On a side note, I am going to an Imax theater to see "The Day the Earth Stood Still". I leave in, like, 30 minutes and I'm seriously giddy. ^_^!

Bleach. Fiiinnaaaalllllsss!!!!!!!!!

Mon, 15 Dec 2008 22:46:00 GMT

On top of being totally lame and not studying for my next final (just finished math, god here's to hoping I cleared 80%) I am craving good Bleach fanfiction. And am not finding any. Actually, you know what? I'm craving fic from Vathara (see fanfiction.net for profile) even more then from the Bleach genre. Don't ask me why. Vathara writes good. Go away. My boyfriend just dumped me. Waaaa!!!!!

*ahem* Sorry about that. It's finals week. I'm excused for some crazyness. Currently working on two Bleach fic of my own (one's a crossover) and am stalled in the planning stages of the more compelling one. Logistics, bah! But I'm hoping for some really good fic to both take my mind off of finals (when, yes, I should be studying) and to inspire me.

Any recommendations?

Birthday Cheer

Sun, 28 Sep 2008 15:26:54 GMT

A very happy birthday to auberus, and many, many thanks for recently posting chapter eleven of Shades and Echoes, which is blindingly awesome and disappointingly short. I have no birthday fic, because I don't know what auberus would want and generally don't write in the same circles as I read. But because it's an occasion, I will post something anyway - poetry!

Title: Barren World
Rating: Um, dark metaphor but nothing explicit
Genre: Poetry, Dark
Words: 150
Date of Completion: 09/28/06

The world does not exist.

To think that, maybe

where I am is not real.

and I (myself in truth) do

Exist.–alone– unknowing

if there is truth in this terrible

–words could not describe– feeling

that as I sit here (now, this moment)

around me

the universe is crumbling.

to dust, to sand

(molecules, atoms)

Stripping away that which was

so carefully constructed Not by

God’s hand, but Ours.

yours-his-hers –mine?

no: I exist. They do not.

there are

no Friends, Family, Lovers

just

faces I watched dissolve

and words silenced at the tongue

and reaching hands as they wither-die

and eyes that begged (lured!) gouged out

using fingers that are mine, his, hers, theirs-

fingers of the infant child who has yet

to learn why. who has yet

to be he/she without a face

or tongue, or living hands

Or eyes that speak the truth with empty sockets.

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Wow. College. And a God-Child?

Fri, 26 Sep 2008 00:03:29 GMT

So, it's the end of September. I've been in College for over six weeks now. It's slowly loosing it's weirdness factor. Also, I've become a student Senator and am on the college's Student Government. That is awesome.

Anyway, I have more fic that I need to join communities for. . . . Actually, this one I already have a community for. I'd forgotten.

That's sad, isn't it? Anyway, here's my first YYH 30 Themes fic. Remember, the one I joined way back when? Well, this gave me a heck of a lot of trouble.

Title: God-Child
Fandom: Yu Yu Hakusho
Characters: Koenma; (third party) Kuroko, Sensui, Yuusuke
Genre: Introspective
Rating: Um, I'm pretty sure this is PG
Words: 1,033
Status: Prompt, One-shot, Complete
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho or it's characters and am making no profit writing or posting this.
Prompt: #1 Abuse of Power

Koenma spends his days deciding who deserves heaven, or hell, or an in-between. He reads the entirety of a person’s life in two seconds flat, decides their fate in even less time, and seals it with a single, repetitive motion of his arm.

It has never occurred to him that this might be power. That is just Koenma’s job. That is just who Koenma is. It’s the reason for his existence. And so, to Koenma, holding the fate of every living person in his hand is not power.

But there are other things that Koenma considers power.

He saw power in his father’s idea for a ‘Spirit Detective’. There have always been humans who have outshone others. Monk, Miko, demon fighter; the titles still exist but they no longer mean anything. They no longer hold any power. If Koenma used it right, Spirit Detective could fill that void: A human powerful enough to meet the standards of the position, with his knowledge and direction and guidance leading them where they must go. More powerful than any Monk or Miko, who had wandered and killed without any purpose guiding them. Such things were useless. The Spirit Detective wouldn’t be useless, because the Spirit Detective would be his.

Koenma saw Kuroko, who was strong. Kuroko, who was fierce and determined and loyal, and who loved with all her heart, was a wonderful human for this new job of Spirit Detective. Kuroko believed in righteousness, in justice, in all that was good and true, just like the Mikos of old. And just like the old human fighters, Kuroko had no love of violence. It made her perfect.

She helped Koenma mold it and work it so that things happened like he wanted them to. She showed Koenma the little things about the power of humans that affected a Spirit Detective’s work. Koenma used Kuroko to create the Spirit Detective. She was perfect and powerful and so, so loyal, and Koenma loved her. Then Kuroko met a human that she loved and who loved her. And Kuroko had always been fierce and determined and loyal and loved with all her heart. She had always held those things above her duties. That was always the strength behind her strength. It gave Kuroko power that set her apart. It made her Spirit Detective.

When Kuroko told Koenma that she was getting married and going to retire, Koenma learned that power can also be weakness.

So Koenma found Shinobu, who was powerful and perfect and made for being Spirit Detective; Shinobu who didn’t love, and wasn’t loyal or fierce or determined. Shinobu, who held his duties in such high regard, wasn’t one to be swayed by the outside. Shinobu was powerful, and Shinobu was unyielding, and Shinobu was justice.

He was perfect, because Koenma was justice, and Koenma’s Spirit Detective should be justice too.

When Itsuki came under his jurisdiction, Koenma discovered a new sort of power. Itsuki was his like Spirit Detective was his, and because they were both his, Koenma had them work together. He told Shinobu that the servitude was Itsuki’s punishment. Penance for minor crimes. He told Shinobu to keep an eye on Itsuki, to make sure the demon didn’t run, to make sure he wasn’t attacked from behind, because Spirit Detective was his so Koenma used it to keep Itsuki his too.

But Koenma discovered that Shinobu wasn’t perfect either. He was Koenma’s left arm, unyielding, handing out justice as required, as Koenma’s right arm stamped the fates of mortals. But Shinobu’s justice didn’t see like Koenma’s. Justice was a weakness too, like love and loyalty. It had to be, because Shinobu broke.

Then Koenma had no Spirit Detective.

Then Yuusuke died, and Koenma found a new one.

Yuusuke was strong. He wasn’t strong like Kuroko or Shinobu (though he had the potential in that sense), and at the same time he was like them. Yuusuke was fierce and determined. Yuusuke was loyal. Yuusuke was unyielding. Yuusuke was everything Kuroko and Shinobu had been, and everything they hadn’t, so Koenma thought he’d found the right one this time.

Best of all, Yuusuke didn’t have justice. Yuusuke didn’t care, and Yuusuke loved to fight. He wouldn’t follow orders blindly and then slip away when he was done like Kuroko had, because Spirit Detective was a warrior and so was Yuusuke, and he could never give that up. He wouldn’t react unexpectedly to anything that didn’t fit his views like Shinobu had, because Yuusuke wasn’t religiously dedicated to his post, didn’t care. Yuusuke didn’t have justice, so Koenma was free to use Yuusuke to make his own.

Koenma made Yuusuke stronger still. He gave the Spirit Detective allies that would teach him and train him and hold his loyalty where Koenma could watch it. He lent Yuusuke to Genkai to inherit her great power. He introduced Yuusuke to Genkai’s history, so that Yuusuke would see the power he needed and never have the need to look elsewhere. Koenma gave Yuusuke everything. He made Yuusuke; which was as it should be, because Spirit Detective was his, and Yuusuke was Spirit Detective.

Yuusuke was his and that was all he could be, now. Yuusuke couldn’t leave like Kuroko or Shinobu.

Then Yuusuke became part demon, and that was the best news Koenma has ever had. Yuusuke’s body was more powerful, different than it was, but he was still Yuusuke which meant he was still Koenma’s.

Koenma considered Spirit Detective to be power, when he first heard of it. And he was right. Spirit Detective gave him Yuusuke. Powerful, perfect Yuusuke and Koenma loved him because Yuusuke was his. Koenma had made him, and now that Yuusuke would live a demon’s lifespan, Koenma would have him for centuries.

Yuusuke would never be killed, because Koenma had made him powerful. Yuusuke would never leave, because Koenma gave him purpose. Yuusuke would never break, because Koenma had shown him how justice had broken Shinobu. Yuusuke was power and Koenma owned him, so Koenma had power.

It has never occurred to Koenma that he has too much power already; Koenma was born to that power. And children never understand what they already have.

Michael Shanks on Burn Notice

Thu, 14 Aug 2008 18:59:25 GMT

So I've been rolling a SG1/Burn Notice crossover around in my head for a while. It started out as a "Five Situations Daniel Jackson Never had to Get Out Of" kind of thing, and then one of the situations was a cross with Burn Notice, and the possibilities kind of took over. I was really looking forward to writing a fic in the Burn Notice narrative style which, as anyone whose seen the show can understand, is pretty unique. But the story plot just wasn't moving forward.

Then I saw the teaser for today's episode of Burn Notice. And guess who's in it? Michael Shanks, aka, the actor who plays Daniel Jackson. My first reaction was disappointment, because there goes the 'continuity' of my crossover idea. Then came the fangirl giddiness, because according to the teaser, Shanks is playing a spy. Think about that. Michael Shanks as a spy. Totally worth shredding my crossover. (Though I'm still dying to write a Burn Notice fic, and my SG1 crossover hasn't seemed to die yet.)

So I guess I'll have to see how tonight's Burn Notice turns out. I can't wait to see what kind of character Shanks is. He's an amazing actor, and after the end of SG1 I'm dying to see him in other roles. (Don't believe me about the acting? Go watch the SG1 episode Lifeboat.) Basically, I can't wait in general. Maybe I'll even get some cool ideas out of it. -Not that I didn't already have cool ideas, they just weren't cooperating with each other and forming a coherant story. -_-;

Screaming now.

Sun, 10 Aug 2008 18:59:24 GMT

So the links still don't work. Fan-fucking-tastic. On a separate note; happy eighteenth to me. I am officially allowed to read NC-17 material. And that really shouldn't be the highlight of my transition into adulthood.

College is scary. I start a week from tomorrow. I'm not ready in any sense of the word. So here I am wasting my time posting this.

Title: Haunted
Series: Little Haunted Town
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam Winchester (POV), Yellow Eyed Demon
Genre: Erm, tragedy?
Rating: Teen for general SPN violence and themes, some language.
Warnings: Spoilers for All Hell Breaks Loose (part one), the season two finale.
Words: 798
Status: One-shot, Complete, Series
Date of Completion: 10/16/07, Date of Last Revision: 02/16/08
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, and am not making profit by writing or posting this work of fanfiction

Haunted

Sam had been there a week when he had a vision of Jess. She was in their kitchen, helping him make what passed as a dinner because neither of them could really cook. It’s the last thing he remembered before waking up in this haunted, deserted town. In his vision, Jess was wearing the same clothes as she had that day, her hair was up the same way, and she said Sam, how about we go for dinner tomorrow. Maybe we can invite your father. You said he- just like Sam remembered– the last words she’d said to him.

Then Jess was dead. Her throat wide open, gaping, and their pretty little kitchen covered in blood.

Sam spent another week– two, three– exploring where he could and sleeping light, fending off the demons and spirits that attacked, laying down salt lines he wasn’t sure would work. He carried a short iron bar and a small container of salt with him everywhere. But everywhere wasn’t much. Sam spent most days sitting in the town square and staring at that damn bell, willing the answers to appear out of thin air. In his room at night, paranoid and terrified, he willed Dean and Dad to come to his rescue.

Sam touched his wedding ring and tried to figure out how he could have ever been so stupid. That night, Sam dreamt of a demon. He didn’t have to ask what or who it was, because somehow he knew this was the thing that killed his mom, killed Jess. It had yellow eyes and took the form of Sam’s father. He was afraid to ask why.

“I’m giving you a heads up, Sam. I like you, I want you to win. That’s why you’re here so early; to give you time to get the lay of the land.” The demon smiled, and John Winchester’s voice had more than it’s usual hint of Southern twang.

“For what? Why am I here? What do you want with me?” Sam scrambled his thoughts, looked for anything, anything, that he could do; to kill it, to just get out of the dream, but he came up with nothing. Fuck, he didn’t even know how to kill it in real life– didn’t even know what it was.

“Come on, now, you already know what I want with you. You’ve known for a long time, Sam. A year and a half, I’d say; the dreams, the night terrors, the waking visions.”

“You won’t get away with this. Dean will know I’m missing and come looking for me.”

“You don’t think I believe that, do you? You haven’t talked to Dean in months, not since you’re wedding reception. That had to have hurt, best man at your wedding and then the cold shoulder. You started pushing him away when the visions started coming during the day. It was actually quite smart of you not to tell him; left you alive and unprotected for me, eh Sammy? But that’s not the point. I’m hosting a little competition here for some people. People like you, Sam. Special children, psychics.” The demon laughed at Sam’s reaction. “You didn’t think you were the only one, did you? You’ve been out of the game too long.”

“Why kill Jess?”

“She was unfortunate enough to be there when I took you. A witness. I couldn’t have her telling anybody. Don’t worry, Sammy, it’s nothing personal.”

“That’s supposed to make me feel better?”

“No. But how you feel doesn’t matter. What matters is how well you perform in this little contest of mine.”

“What contest!?” It was insane. The whole thing was unbelievable. Sam had to be dreaming. He couldn’t accept any of this otherwise, couldn’t deal. I’m dreaming. This is a nightmare. Then it occurred to him that he’d have to be having a dream inside a nightmare, and Sam had to clamp down on hysteria. “What’s going on? Why am I here?” He didn’t want the answers, but Sam asked the questions anyway. Felt his mouth move of it’s own accord and his heart thundering in his ears.

“I need a soldier.” The thing wearing Dad’s face told him, stretching John Winchester’s lips wide into a terrifying grin. “A human soldier, one with powers; like you, like any of the children out there like you.” The inhuman yellow eyes glowed in the darkness of Sam’s dreamscape. He wanted to kill it. He wanted to charge at it and take it down or die. Sam wanted to run away. “And you’re all going to fight each other for the spot. A fight to the death, and nobody leaves until there’s only one person left standing. I’m rooting for you, Sam.”

And Sam woke up to the sound of someone yelling: “Hello! Is anybody there?”

Utter Crack Part II

Sun, 10 Aug 2008 18:03:39 GMT

Hah! No need to worry about my faulty links anymore! joisbishmyoga made my- er, their Utter Crack series into it's own post, complete with new material. *grins* Am very happy, because it continues to exceed my awesome levels. You can find the entire thing here:

More of that Jounouchi/Hakuba thing - The Kiss Meme: Calculating

So yay! Also, if this doesn't work (again, my god, if it doesn't I'm going to scream) I've added this to my memories, because I've finally deduced that they're LiveJournal's version of favorites. Thx.

The Utter Crack Series

Sat, 26 Jul 2008 21:37:56 GMT

I have an LJ friend whose work I appreciate very much. And whose profile I wish I could claim as mine, but am sadly lacking in some of those areas. (I've done my fair share of falling-through-a-plot-hole stories. Though I do detest bastardized and/or superpowered characters and do my very best to avoid such things . . . and am not entirely confident I manage most of the time. I know I didn't in my older stories.)

joisbishmyoga held a kiss meme a while ago. She gave a list of fandoms that she was willing to write for, as well as the characters in that fandom. I decided to de-lurk myself and post a prompt. It was: Jou and Hakuba, mood=calculating. (There had to be a mood.) I chose this one because I had a thought in my head about Hakuba analizing Jou and dual monsters, or something, and thought that would be interesting. (Jou is Jounouchi Katsuya [Japanese style; Sir name first] from Yu-Gi-Oh and Hakuba is Hakuba Saguru from Magic Kaitou [and some Detective Conan/Case Closed])

I've never seen Magic Kaitou, but I have seen Detective Conan. Kaitou Kid has several guest appearances, and there's at least one from Hakuba that I know of. So I've met the characters. Then I wandered into joisbishmyoga's journal and discovered Inconceivable. And I fell in love with the characters.

joisbishmyoga responded with a fic that was nothing like I was expecting and absolutely fantastic. It was crack. It was good crack. The entry was even titled 'Um. You get utter crack.' Before this, I had never encountered crack that I enjoyed. I loved it. Then I got another entry, a sequel with Jou and Hakuba meeting again under equally awkward circumstances. No kissing this time, but I got all gushy over it anyway. Then came another sequel. This one was so funny I couldn't believe it. Every other sentence seemed to send me into fits of laughter. My little meme prompt had become a series, which I dubbed then and there the 'Utter Crack' series. You can find the whole thing here: Utter Crack Series

(There has been a third sequel to this, in a response to another users meme prompt. There is a link at the bottom of the Utter Crack page, or you can find it here: Prompt- Kid and Seto Kaiba, mood=sneaky and/or amused)

{Post Edit: Crap! My links still don't work! What the hell am I doing wrong?}

So the point of this whole thing (besides me shamelessly promoting my brain-child series) was that it's given me incentive to post another fic. In honor of the Utter Crack Series, I give you my only passable Yu-Gi-Oh fanfiction. And it's an old story, so beware.

Title: Brother (Regret mix)
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh
Characters: [dubbed names used- like I said, an old fic] Joey (POV), Seto Kaiba, Mokuba, Yugi, Yami, Te'a, Serenity, Marik, with other peripheral characters
Genre: Tragedy
Rating: Teen for swearing and Character Death
Words: 657
Status: One-Shot, Complete [possible plans for future mixes]
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh and am not making any sort of profit by writing or posting this work of fanfiction.

Joey cried. He screamed too, and yelled obscenities, though how he did that he wasn’t sure. He didn’t really have a mouth, after all. Every time he pushed out far enough to get a glimpse of what was going on outside, he’d meet a blinding wall of golden light and a lot of pain. And he blinked, and suddenly he was opening his eyes to the outside world. The sight that met him was very strange.

“What the fucking hell!?” Was the first thing out of his mouth. “The hell’s goin’ on, Yug?” He was bound to a chair, very tightly. He started to struggle, eyes looking at his binds to asses how to get out of them. That didn’t look promising.

“Stop struggling, dog, or you go splat.” Joey’s head whipped around to his left, eyes settling on the rare hunter that was holding a button aloft. Splat? He turned his eyes upward and found a very large and heavy crate hanging there. His struggling very suddenly stopped. He turned back to Yugi.

“What’s- Teá!? Why are you wearin’ my Dual Disk? Why are you dueling Yugi? What’s going on!?” Yugi turned to him. Yami, he corrected himself.

“Calm down Joey. Are you injured?”

“Uh, I don’t think so, but considerin’ I was kidnapped by guys in cloaks and woke tied up in a strange place, I wouldn’t count on that. And man, do I need a painkiller for this headache.”

“Well, at least he’s still Joey.” He heard Yami say to the air. Or Yugi, whichever. Panic fading Joey took the time to examine his surroundings. Yami dueling Teá, on the docks, both of them hooked up to anchors, boxes at their feet. He got the idea. And he was almost happy to note Teá didn’t quite sound like herself. She was being controlled, that much he could tell, Yugi was calling her Marik. So he was happy it wasn’t Teá doing the actual dueling, but he was pissed that Marik would control Teá of all people. Why not him?

Damn, Kaiba was here too, with Mokuba. How humiliating. So Joey sat there, and watched as they dueled. He saw Mai pull up in her car with his sister, fresh from the hospital. She had wanted to take her bandages off, but Joey told her not to. He felt weak and helpless, and he didn’t want her first sight of him in years to be him tied up as the damsel in distress. Then he watched Yugi give Teá his puzzle, saw her struggle with it before letting it drop at her feet. He joined in with Yugi, pleading for their friendship.

“Shut up or you’ll get it, dog.” The hunter said next to him after it started to look like they were getting through to her.

“What is it with people and calling me a dog!?” Joey yelled out, frustrated with this whole situation. Kaiba sniggered, and Joey started struggling again.

“Hey I told you to-” The rare hunter started, but in that moment a cry was heard, and the splash of water as anchors fell.

“Yugi!” And Kaiba moved, card flying through the air to knock the trigger out of the hunter’s hand. Then he saw Serenity remove her bandages, and Tristan start forward to help Yugi and Teá. Kaiba punched the cloaked man, knocking him out. But the button was still flying through the air, and Joey watched as it hit the ground, button first. Grinding sounds could be heard above him, and he saw Kaiba’s eyes widen in horror. Serenity screamed, Mai yelled something, and Kaiba lunged forward to press the release button. His binds snapped back, but it was too late. Joey took his freed hand and pushed Kaiba out of harm’s way. Only one had to die, and he wouldn’t leave two younger siblings grieving.

His last thought was that he should have let Serenity take off her bandages.

My first comment!

Mon, 21 Jul 2008 18:00:28 GMT

The newly great robocakes has officially become my first comment-giver. They mentioned something about being surprised that my Bleach fic, Show Me the Gate (Welcome to Hell mix), didn't get more comments. I don't think they realized that they're the first person to comment on one of my posts. Ever.

I mean, I've gotten responses to comments I've left, of course, but this is the first comment made to one of my posts/stories/whatever. So eternal loyalty to robocakes.

Yes, I realize that robocakes isn't linked to the profile. I'm on my cousin's macbook, and apparently it doesn't support those options. O.o Yeah, I don't get it either. Whatever.

(Naruto fic) The Alternate Naruto Tales – First Tale: Bleach

Sat, 12 Jul 2008 19:06:00 GMT

This is a collection of one-shot stories where the Naruto characters are fused into any number of other Anime shows. This first one is Team 7 in the Bleach world.

The idea for this actually formed in response to a multitude of crossover ideas. I'm always coming up with ideas for Anime crossovers, Naruto specifically at the moment, with one or two scenes mapped out. But I just don't have the time or focus to write stories for them all. So I started writing one-shots to appease myself. Then this idea came. Why don't I post these one-shots in a collection? So here it is. Feel free to take one of my ideas here and run with them, but please please tell me about it if you do, whether by review or message or email, because most of the ideas here formed because I just wasn't seeing the crossovers or plots I wanted to. So if you build off any of these, or are inspired by any of these to do something similar or even in the same crossover, tell me! I want to read them. Also, if I've done some more extensive planning for the crossover universe than is allowed to be detailed in the story, or if there's random facts about stuff related that just didn't fit in the scene, I'll probably write a short explanation before or after the story. Or I'll leave you to ponder it and hope it sparks your imagination. =)

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or Bleach and am not making any money by writing or posting this.

Urahara smiled into his tea and then set it down. He almost thought his old friend wasn’t going to answer his summons. But the man seemed to have pulled through for him, like always.

“It took you long enough to get here.” Urahara told the man hidden in the shadows.

“There was this little old lady down the street who tripped and fell, and I was waylaid helping her get to the hospital.” Urahara turned.

“Did it sound like I was accusing you of being late? I know better.” Something flickered at the edge of Urahara’s mind. “Who’d you bring along?” There was a pause, and the man in the shadow shifted.

“You just noticed him, didn’t you? Either you’re getting old and soft,” He said in a disbelieving voice – Urahara snorted to show just what he thought of that, “or something big happened. I’d say it was the latter, considering the feel of your chakra. You’re exhausted.”

“Unauthorized portals into the Soul Society can do that to you.” The pause that followed his words was cold with unspoken accusations. Then the man stepped out of the shadows and into the room proper. He was wearing a black cloth mask that covered his nose and mouth, a headband that fell over his left eye, and was wearing Soul Reaper robes with his Zanpakutô slung across his back. Silver hair stuck up and his one gray eye was obscured by a drooping eyelid.

“I suppose you’re calling in my debt then, eh Captain?”

“Don’t be silly Kakashi. I haven’t been a Captain in a long time.”

“Just as long as I haven’t been Anbu, I suppose.” Urahara smiled. They both knew that you never stopped being Anbu.

“Are you going to introduce me to your colleague, Kakashi? Or would you rather he didn’t hear what I’m going to ask of you?”

“Is it something he shouldn’t hear? Judging by your statement earlier, I’d say it was illegal.”

“Of course not. I would never ask a patriot like you to go against the Soul Society.”

“Then what are you asking?”

“That you cover my area while the Soul Reaper who usually does is away.”

“Through an illegal portal into the Soul Society. Just what are you into now, Kisuke?”

“Nothing you should concern yourself about, unless you get a summons from the Soul Society. In which case I’d like to be informed.” Kakashi stared at Urahara for a moment, calculating, before turning to the door of his shop.

“Naruto.” A boy appeared in the doorway as summoned, younger than Ichigo by several years. He was blonde and wearing a bright orange shirt under his blue school uniform. His cheeks sported identical whisker shaped scars. “This is Urahara Kisuke, former Shinigami Captain. Urahara, meet my student, Uzumaki Naruto.”

“Uzumaki Naruto, is it? Pleasure.” Urahara said, smiling.

“You were a Captain? Do you have a Zanpakutô?” Naruto asked, apparently having no patience for formalities or pleasantries. Yes, just as Kisuke had heard.

“Why do you want to know?”

“Kakashi-sensei will only let me make swords that are empty and break every time I spar. He won’t tell me how to make a real one. Even Sasuke has a real Zanpakutô.” Naruto paused and looked Urahara over with a shrewd glance. The he crouched down and cupped his hands around his mouth as if that way Kakashi wouldn’t be able to hear him. “Hey, will you teach me how to make one?” Urahara mimicked Naruto and cupped his hands around his mouth.

“If you have to ask,” Kisuke whispered, “then no.” Naruto pouted.

“How long will your Soul Reaper be gone?” Kakashi asked.

“No idea.” Urahara said lightly. He stood and leaned on his cane to keep from wobbling in exhaustion. The little Junior Soul Reaper who wasn’t even dead yet could probably take him out with one hit, the way he was now. “But you do this for me, and we’re even. Deal?”

Kakashi paused, and then nodded his head. Something in Naruto’s jacket beeped. The boy pulled out an orange cell phone and scowled at the display.

“Sasuke,” he said to Kakashi. “Ten o’clock.” A few moments later a ghost walked through the wall to Urahara’s right. He had black hair, red eyes, no spirit chain, and what felt like a Zanpakutô at his hip. A very odd ghost.

“Is something the matter, Sasuke?” Kakashi asked the spirit.

“Iruka isn’t at his place.” Naruto cursed and summoned his sword, body melting away into spectral form and clothes being replaced by traditional robes.

“Where’s Sakura-chan? She can help us look.”

“You know her,” Sasuke said scornfully. “She’s getting her beauty sleep.”

“Hey! Don’t talk about Sakura-chan like that!”

“Dobe, you’re not supposed to defend her. You’re supposed to hate her. She’s a Quincy, you’re a Shinigami. She hates you, though, so at least one of you has sense.”

“Yeah, well, fuck that! I don’t care about stupid ass rules like that.”

“Typical. Are we going or not? He’s your dad, not mine.”

“Iruka’s my brother, bastard. He’s way too young to be my dad.”

“He adopted you, same thing.”

“It isn’t the same-”

“Boys.” Kakashi interrupted mildly. “Don’t you think you should find Umino-san before he gets eaten by a Hollow? I can’t imagine it would be very hard, considering his chakra.”

“Piece of cake, Kakashi-sensei! I’ll find him before Sasuke does, believe it!” And Naruto darted through the wall. Sasuke rolled red eyes at them before following.

Kisuke couldn’t help it. He snickered.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. I’d like to see you handle them.” Kakashi sounded resigned and faintly amused.

“The famous Hatake Kakashi, a teacher! And,” Urahara went on, lifting a finger in emphasis. “To not only a Junior Shinigami with too much energy and not enough skill, whose name happens to be Uzumaki Naruto, but also to an arrogant Uchiha and apparently a very traditional, female Quincy.” Urahara waved his finger a little bit, before he dissolved into laughter. Kakashi relaxed a bit at the shoulders and laughed with him.

“I know. How do I get myself into these situations? Not only a sensei, but to Naruto, who just happens to fall head over heals for one of the last of the Quincy and pick up a boy who belongs to a family that’s supposed to be a legend.” He shook his head at himself and was silent as Kisuke wiped at the tears in his eyes. “So you can tell Sasuke is an Uchiha?”

“What do you take me for?” Urahara asked, trying to sound offended. He couldn’t quite manage while he was still grinning. “Uchiha may be legends for most Soul Reapers, but I’m older than you, Hatake, and I was a Captain for most of that time. I was there when the legend was created.”

“Hmm.” Kakashi nodded in contemplation. Kisuke snickered again. “What?” The silver haired man asked, exasperated.

“Hatake Kakashi: Shinigami, former Anbu operative, Soul Society patriot, legend, and sensei.”

“Kisuke, if you don’t stop laughing I’m going to put my sword through your chest.” Urahara laughed harder, ignoring his former student, and managed to forget the weakness in his limbs, his sleeping comrades upstairs, and the weak space downstairs where a portal had existed not too long ago. “Kisuke.”

“I seem to- remember a- a vow,” Urahara managed. “ ‘Kisuke-sensei, I swear that I will never be anything like you.’ ”

“I did not sound like that.”

Kisuke laughed with a man he could call friend, and felt the worry and fear of what was happening and what he’d done melt away in the moment.

“So- so you say.”

“Kisuke, I didn’t sound like that.”

In this universe, I’ve created Anbu Shinigami. They’re hunters, designed specifically for tracking down Hollows. They wear white bone masks over their faces like the ones Hollows have. Only a certain kind of Soul Reaper can become Anbu. They have to have been human and become Shinigami unaided, and struggled with not becoming a Hollow– hence the masks, which are natural to those few. These Soul Reapers are simply a different kind, whether they become Anbu or not. The masks are part of them, always with them, but they can tie them to their belt or around their neck and make them invisible to others. And yeah, that’s not Bleach cannon, but it’s only a reference in the story so that can be ignored if it bothers you. Also, with those criteria in mind, Ichigo would qualify for Anbu. (Except that's past the concept of ‘not Bleach cannon’ and closer to ‘alternate universe Bleach.’) (And recent revelations in Bleach have made this something along the lines of very not cannon. Oh well.)

The Uchiha legend and what exactly Sasuke is– well, I have several ideas for that, but I’m going to leave it up to your imagination. The only thing I want to include is that whatever Sasuke is, it’s the result of a family curse.

Junior Shinigami are humans with the potential to become Soul Reapers that are taken under the wing of a Shinigami sensei. They’re taught how to be one, the spells, exposed to the world, and work on creating their sword partner– basically everything they would have learned as the Soul Reaper Academy. They start training at twelve and are considered graduated at twenty. This aspect was Naruto influenced, if you didn’t notice. =) Juniors can become spectral on command, shedding their flesh but without leaving their body behind like Ichigo does, and they can do it unaided. This is what separates Ichigo from a normal Shinigami in training. How Urahara knew that Naruto was ‘a Junior Shinigami with too much energy and not enough skill’ was because he could feel Naruto’s energy, and Naruto’s inability to create his sword partner on his own gave credit to his (non-existent) skill set.

Also, chakra=soul/spirit energy=spiritual pressure. I guess you could look at ‘chakra’ as slang or an alternate term or something. I just felt like putting it in there like that. And the way the Anime uses the term ‘spiritual pressure’ really bugs me. (I’m not sure about the Manga, haven’t gotten that far yet. Manga costs money. Anime is aired on TV. You do the math.)

Sorry my notes are as long as my story. Maybe I’ll get another one from this universe in here.

Am currently too lazy and distracted to do my usual story header/outline/info thing. Maybe I'll get to it later. I can tell you that the actual story (not the Fusion Universe explanation at the bottom) comes to a word count of 1,281. Huh. And these were supposed to be little one-shot things.

(Am so lazy that I'm not even putting tags on this. Pathetic.)

(Okay, I lied. I put the basic tags on there.)

fanfic - Geek Watcher's Guide (Stargate: SG1)

Sat, 12 Jul 2008 14:45:07 GMT

For being such an awesome, nonexistent audience, and in honor of my new addiction to blogging (Originally I had the 'show time of post' turned off because, really, it was crazy to think I'd be posting multiple times a day. But how wrong I was . . . how terribly, terribly wrong. It's just so satisfying to write and post things that are really my voice, because suddenly I feel like it doesn't come out anywhere else.) I'm giving you new fanfiction.

Well, not exactly new, as I've posted most of this stuff to my FF.net account already (which is now available in my links section) but I've heavily edited this one since I posted it there, and have yet to update it. That's about as new as it's going to get for a while concerning fanfiction, just because I already have so much written and would rather not post them all at once. I also have to get around to x-posting to communities, because that's where the audience is– but first I have to find and join those communities. Until then, enjoy one of my first forays into humor.

Title: Geek Watcher's Guide [Chapter 1]
Fandom: Stargate: SG1
Characters: Major Lou Ferretti (POV), Colonel Jack O'Neill
Genre: Humor
Rating: Totally PG as far as I can tell.
Words: 370
Status: Chaptered Story, Work in Progress– Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate: SG1 and am not and don't intend to make any profit writing or posting this work of fanfiction.

Geek Watcher's Guide
Chapter One

He’d searched everywhere.

Ferretti had hit every one of Colonel O’Neill’s hotspots. He’d even gone on and hit all of Daniel’s hotspots. He’d tracked down Major Carter and Teal’c and asked them if they’d seen the man. (They hadn’t.) Lou had stopped and checked the mess or Daniel’s cot in the infirmary every fifteen minutes of his search for the past two hours. The front gate reported that he hadn’t checked out. But Ferretti couldn’t find the man anywhere.

It was a moment of desperation and total insanity that prompted the Major to check Colonel O’Neill’s office. He’d been considering getting Doc Frasier to look him over for some sort of illness when he’d opened the Colonel’s office door.

Major Ferretti froze. And gaped. And felt a little faint. Jack O’Neill was in his office. Ferretti hadn’t thought Jack knew he had an office, let alone used the thing.

Worse, the man was typing on his computer! Forget the dust bunnies and obvious signs of total disuse, Colonel O’Neill was sitting in his desk chair and typing something furiously on his computer (Ferretti’s dazed brain noted that he must type something in the range of 50 words a minute, which was information his mind couldn’t process and thus promptly forgot), consulting a haphazard pile of beaten up notes on Standard Issue off-world field paper.

Yeah, he was definitely getting Doc Frasier to check his head. And then he’d tell her about O’Neill, because Daniel’s latest mishap must have been the icing on the cake and driven Jack insane once and for all.

Slowly, Ferretti backed away. The last thing Lou wanted was to interrupt O’Neill doing whatever-it-was that was so important that he’d seek out his office of all things.

O’Neill was in his office and working.

Screw the reports! Hammond would have to get someone else to sacrifice themselves in the name of the base 2IC’s signature. No way was Lou going near that office while Jack was in it. Or near Jack while he was in his office.

As Lou Ferretti turned the corner to the infirmary, it occurred to him to wonder what Colonel O’Neill had been typing. Then he decided he probably didn’t want to know.

I can't believe it. I'm going to jump off a building. Oh my god.

Thu, 10 Jul 2008 14:59:19 GMT

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

'Half way to dreamland' is one thing. Google maps should not have a location for 'my annoyed place'!

Seriously. I mean- seriously!

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'My annoyed place' exists in Gmaps.

Oh my god.

I'm going to bang my head against a wall now.

Damnit

Thu, 10 Jul 2008 14:50:21 GMT

So I said I was going to post to death_n_berry, right? Well, I had to look up how to do that in the LJ FAQs. I thought that maybe there was a different way to do that, because the comm links go to a separate page. You know, the ones with the all white background? So while I was looking that up I saw mention of linking back to your journal when you cross-post stuff, so that all comments are in a single place (after you disable the other ones). I've seen that done. So I tried it. And it didn't work. And I have no idea why.

Grrrrr. Damn it all. Learning curve my ass.

Whatever. I ended up using a regular LJ-cut because apparently that's the only thing I know how to do. Guess what? Regular cuts in journals automatically go to that sperate page I was talking about. Well, if that isn't one mystery solved.

Gah. Screw you LJ. Screw you because I still love this place.

I'm leaving now. I'll probably post some other fic I've already written and posted elsewhere soon.

—CD

My first post to a community.

Thu, 10 Jul 2008 13:13:17 GMT

Just joined death_n_berry yesterday. It's a Bleach fiction challenge comm (considering the short time for submission I'd call it flash fiction - but that's just me, and I take forever writing) that uses chapter titles as prompts, because the Bleach manga titles are really cool and vague enough to work. But anyway, the comm stared out strong but died somewhere between the fifth and sixth challenge. I'm writing for the seventh challenge, the most current one. It was posted in 2007. I know. But I really don't care. It's a cool idea that I might continue to do on my own. I'm cross-posting this post to that comm (first time using a fake lj-cut!) because I think the moderator deserves to see that there are still people out there who think their idea is kick-ass.

Just to warn you, I did this fic last night just before I posted my YYH one-shot. I was half asleep. I got up this morning and zipped through three revisions, though. There were surprisingly little (to none at all, now that I think about it) editorial errors like grammar or typos. I should write while my vision is blurring more often.

The main problem that needed to be addressed was the fact that I didn't have a concrete idea in my head when I started, so I wandered randomly off in a different direction than I'd started. Usually that isn't a problem for me. Wandering like that when I write short stories helps me find the real emotion behind it that wants to be conveyed. The Normal Son is my first one-shot that's tried to speak emotion like that. I'd intended it to be a short story, but it just kind of stalled there and didn't want to go any further. I was kind of disappointed, because I didn't feel that I'd given the story what it deserved, but the YYH fans at fanfiction.net disagreed with me. But that wasn't really the point I was trying to make. The point was that writing that one-shot was a real eye opening thing for me, because it really limited where I could go with it, which was new. This story was equally eye opening, in that, even though I could wander off topic with this one, I wasn't allowed to. I had to follow the prompt. It was an exercise in discipline, one I really appreciate.

My conclusion: I need to do more prompts.

Title: Show Me the Gate (Welcome to Hell mix)
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Urahara Kisuke, Aizen Sousuke (third party)
Genre: Introspective, angsty
Rating: Teen for mature themes. The only swearing is in the title.
Warnings: Spoilers through the conclusion of the Soul Society Arc. The tenses shift from present to past and back, but that's on purpose. The here and now thoughts/events versus the thoughts/events that already happened. Sorry if it gets confusing.
Words: 504
Status: Challenge, One-Shot, Complete
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or it's characters and am making no profit writing or posting this work of fanfiction.
Prompt: Bleach manga ch. 12 title, "The Gate of the End".

Show Me the Gate (Welcome to Hell mix)

Urahara has always been unable to destroy anything. He can create. He can create, and so he does. But he doesn’t destroy. He lets Benihime destroy, because that’s what she does, but Kisuke is incapable. It’s his single greatest flaw. It’s his single greatest sin.

Ukitake-taicho once told him that every person needed to find their own way. He’d commended Kisuke for creating a path with his new captaincy, in creating the Research and Development institute after just weeks as the Taicho of the 12^th. Ukitake-taicho said it took “strength of will” to forge his own way in life. That it took courage to begin something.

Urahara is good at beginning things.

He has had decades to think on Ukitake’s words. He came to many conclusions during his exile, many of them contradicting, many more absurd, some far too serious. But it is Aizen who shows Urahara what terrible truth there is in Ukitake’s words. It is Aizen who makes Urahara stop and listen again, the way he should have the first time. It is Aizen that reveals to him the true depth of his sin.

Urahara Kisuke and “strength of will” don’t seem to go hand in hand these days. He’s always had the tendency to yield to others, in an attempt to avoid conflict. That is just the way Kisuke acts. But it is more so, now. Urahara lacks the unyielding strength that backed his yielding habits in years past. He’s cowered from his own steel will, because that betrayed him. Because it was his will that doomed them. Because his will was what created and created and could never destroy, even when his creations could. Even when the other half of his soul could.

The sin to end all sins.

It was his inner strength that started Urahara down the path that damned so many. Kisuke knew what he’d done long before Aizen made his final move. So he worked with a desperation Urahara has never known before or since, to prevent the Taicho from achieving his goal.

But Urahara had already created that path. Aizen simply had to walk it.

Which Aizen did, avoiding all of Urahara’s attempts to stop him. Urahara failed to stop him. He’s flawed in that he starts but cannot stop, that he can create but can’t destroy.

It is here that Ukitake’s words haunt him, because for the first time, Urahara truly wishes it were otherwise. Aizen is his opponent, his opposite. Aizen is the destroyer. For the first time, Kisuke wishes he could be Aizen Sousuke.

Aizen didn’t make his own path. He used Urahara’s.

Urahara is the flawed creator that cannot destroy. Except he can. Urahara creates and creates and creates things that destroy. He created the path Aizen used, he created the weapon Aizen will use, and Aizen uses them to destroy. This is the one truth Urahara knows without a doubt. He created. In Aizen’s hands, his creation is the end of everything. And so Urahara Kisuke has become the end.

I'm posting fanfic! Real fanfic!

Thu, 10 Jul 2008 03:22:15 GMT

Dude. Check out the icon. I didn't make this one (pft! like I could) but it's seriously awesome. I credited, if you want to check out who did. If you know how to do that. Because I don't.

But hey! I figured out how to credit icons!

After making a fool of myself asking for help from somebody else in a comment, of course. Go me. Gah. I'll get the hang of this. I'm really just unbelievably lazy.

Anyway, I have fanfic for you. (you, ha, 'you' as in nobody) It's Yu Yu Hakusho, hence the icon. It's not Yuusuke centric, though, it's Hatanaka/Minamino Shiori centric, with a side helping of Kurama. Now, I have Kurama icons (somewhere) but none of them are currently on my icon list thingy and I'm too lazy to upload them. What's even better is that none of them would probably fit as well as this one for tone of the story. So that worked out nicely.

(Update: I found one. 'Nuff said.)

On to the ficage. (did I spell that right?) Oh, P.S., I'm posting this little YYH one-shot in honor of the first community I joined, which is a YYH 30 Themes. (I actually took Koenma and am wadeing slowly through the prompts, but Shiori/Outsider POV was a real challenge for me and I loved it. Hope you do too.)

Title: The Normal Son
Fandom: Yu Yu Hakusho
Characters: Shiori Hatanaka, Kurama/Shuichi Minamino (third party)
Genre: General, introspective, and, er- angst?
Rating: No swearing or strong language. No violence or fighting. I wouldn't even really consider this adult themed. Wow. You guys wouldn't know this, but that's a new one.
Words: 494
Status: One-Shot, Complete.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho and am making no profit writing this.

Shiori Hatanaka has always known that her son was not normal. For a time she had tried to ignore it, a small justifying voice running its commentary in the back of her head. But Shiori was not a woman who would stand to live in denial, especially that of her own making. So she accepted that her son was different and adapted to accommodate him as best she could, while she tried not to cry during the night when her empty bed swallowed her up and all she could do was question whether her own son loved her or not.

And then.

Then there was that incident with the dishes, and something changed. Shuichi seemed to actually look at her then. Respect her. His precocious nature began to lean more towards interest in conversation and people rather than the apathetic, separate state he had lived in most of his life. Shiori felt it, watched it, saw her son’s respect grow and morph the more he interacted with her, felt that respect turn into love.

But it was not the love of a child to a mother. Instead of rebellious teenage years marked by searches for identity and independence, instead of a boy that tried to challenge her authority or rules, she had a son that accommodated her. A son that did everything he could to be perfect and, the genius that he was, accomplishing it. Shuichi was trying to be perfect for her, to give her anything she wanted because he loved her, and Shiori knew that wasn’t normal. Children didn’t love their parents like they were gracious hosts that had gone far out of their way to make their guest comfortable, and they then owed the host an effort in return.

A normal son wouldn’t be perfect just for her. He wouldn’t hide what he did in his spare time, wouldn’t try to keep her separate from his real life with the real friends he had, just to keep from shattering the image he presented as the perfect son. A normal son didn’t act like his mother was some glass figurine that was clear and untainted and untouchable, and that would eventually shatter and leave him behind. He didn’t have scars with no origin or smile at her with sad, wise eyes. A normal son didn’t love from afar, as if he were the one that would taint her should he reach out and touch.

A normal son would love and touch and look at her like she was his mother. A normal son would act accordingly. A normal son was not so sure of his own identity from such a young age. A normal son wouldn’t cater to her every wish, or look at her with eyes that were wise beyond her years, or smile at her with such terrible sadness. A normal son wasn’t perfect. A normal son would have a mother to love.

But then, Shuichi had never been normal.

I have friends!

Mon, 23 Jun 2008 17:30:43 GMT

Yay! I'm a real LJ user now! I've friended others, joined a community, figured out the cuts, figured out the icons, have created a few icons, and now I've been friended!
LJ is love. It's official. I have friends. Thanks, auberus! I feel wanted. And I love your work. Haven't read the two most recent yet, but your Highlander stuff tops everything else I've read. Shades and Echoes, that's all I have to say. If anybody reading this claims to be a Highlander and/or Methos fan, you must must must read Shades and Echoes. Go visit my newest (and only) mutual friend, auberus. You won't regret it.

Ha! Take that, LJ!

Sun, 15 Jun 2008 01:45:38 GMT

I did it! I so totally did it! Now I have to figure out how to join communities and make friends. But I can post fanfic now! Hah!

My life is somehow that much brighter. Even though my room is dark.

Lets see if those FAQs know what they're talking about

Sun, 15 Jun 2008 01:39:31 GMT

Alright, so I finally found out how to find out how to make an LJ cut. Thank god. So this is a post to make sure I'm doing it right. There is actually substance behind the cut, if anyone is actually reading this to care. I'm working on a Bleach AU that has me shuddering just thinking about the plot. This is the opening scene and teaser for it. Please don't laugh or fall down in worship, please, because this is all I have done and laughing makes me sad and worship is too much pressure. Yeah. If anyone is reading this, that is.

Title: Um, no story title yet. Tentatively calling this part First Death.
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Kyouraku Shunsui (POV), Aizen Sousuke, Ukitake Jyuushiro
Genre: Alternate Universe, Angst
Rating: Um, there's not much to this. Thoughts of death and mainly angst-focused. Use your own judgment.
Words: 309
Status: WIP, teaser for chaptered fic
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach and never will. I am not getting any money out of this.

Summary: It feels like dying. It's death.

It feels like dying. He is dying. There’s no other explanation for the terrible pain he feels.

This is death. Shunsui thinks. This is worse than death.

“Gods, Jyuushirou . . .” Kyouraku chokes on his own words. His right hand tightens on the hilt of his naked sword, steel dull and broken in his hand, just like Kyouraku himself. His left hand shakes as he curls fingers in long white hair, trying desperately to be gentle even though he knows it’s too late for that.

The traitor– monster– is laughing. Captain Kyouraku tears his eyes away from the sight of his death to see Aizen, standing there and laughing, as if nothing at all is wrong.

“You–”

Shunsui tries to put anger behind his words, but his voice breaks before he’s even started. He’s too far gone now to hide how it’s affecting him. How it’s killing him. So Kyouraku stops trying.

“You,” He says again, because he has to ask. “What did you do to him?” Aizen has stopped laughing, but he’s smirking at Shunsui.

Gods . . . worse than death. This is so much worse than death.

“Do?” Aizen drawls in that infuriating way that he’s adopted, but Kyouraku is too broken to feel fury. “I didn’t do anything to him.”

Shunsui doesn’t believe him. He won’t. He can’t. The loose fingers resting in pale hair tighten before he can stop them, but there is no reaction. Kyouraku turns away from Aizen and looks death in the face again.

“Please, ‘Shiro.” He’s begging. “Please.” He’s not sure what for. Maybe the truth. Maybe a lie. All Shunsui knows is that he’s broken. Aizen broke him. Because it all comes back to Aizen, doesn’t it?

Or maybe it all comes back to Jyuushirou.

I’m dying, Jyuushirou. Help me.

But Shunsui knows now that he won’t.