tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45829695726226503882024-03-21T12:54:21.565-07:00Oddment VoicesNaoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02739730497281456248noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4582969572622650388.post-26951332730040652682012-01-05T11:49:00.000-08:002012-01-05T11:49:17.642-08:00Horribly self-indulgent idea<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w68-UZKBBTo/TwX-SE9fveI/AAAAAAAAAD0/cV9zwLu4gMs/s1600/th_Swindle-wtf.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w68-UZKBBTo/TwX-SE9fveI/AAAAAAAAAD0/cV9zwLu4gMs/s1600/th_Swindle-wtf.png" /></a></div>Guys. I had a terrible, horrible, no-good, very self-indulgent fic idea on the way home from work the other night. A-and I wanna write it. So to keep from writing it, I shall talk about it. This makes sense, yes?<br />
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It's called<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">The Gestalt Games</span></b></div><br />
<i>The Autobots and Decepticons were too caught up in their war. They never planned to have to defend themselves, as a united front, against another race intent on taking them over as slaves. They thought themselves too strong, too superior, too technologically advanced. So when a race of techno-organics storms the universe and enslaves or kills most of them, they are unprepared to say the least.</i><br />
<i>Intrigued by the unique energy fluctuations and ties of the gestalt teams, these techno-organics create a gladiatorial maze ring for entertainment. The Gestalt Games.</i><br />
<i>Now these teams must survive the mindless games they've been pitied against, all while learning the true meaning of being a gestalt. Which for some, is harder than it seems.</i><br />
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The race of techno-organics that I had in mind is actually my technomages from <i>Wish You Were Here</i>. (cue the horribly self-indulgent part) It's an AU where the technomages win the war, Eorin survives to lead a still fractured council, and Haverick dies in the assault on the city. And I'd probably pull in a dual plot of both the gestalts in the games, and the technomage council attempting another coup out of the games. It would be very complex. But I love this idea so ♥Naoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02739730497281456248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4582969572622650388.post-84741341544536807912011-11-24T16:47:00.000-08:002011-11-24T16:52:24.299-08:00Been a while huh?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq_JQuXzZidxupds0LPiELqiO83Wpqk2uIizZ4T5VVcoGv-0ktcBeTJsKU5rdzVa5Cc5Mh6IQwtXp2fbmargxFD9eMh3czIzwZWRCWhLYBvLbOGz21SYk7KzRubFsofrjEx6lAS6uv4KA/s1600/Prowl-MyMilkshake.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq_JQuXzZidxupds0LPiELqiO83Wpqk2uIizZ4T5VVcoGv-0ktcBeTJsKU5rdzVa5Cc5Mh6IQwtXp2fbmargxFD9eMh3czIzwZWRCWhLYBvLbOGz21SYk7KzRubFsofrjEx6lAS6uv4KA/s1600/Prowl-MyMilkshake.png" /></span></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">It's been several months since my last update, and I can say that I've been sucked pretty thoroughly into the Transformers fandom. :3 I used to watch Armada back in middle school, but it was a causal thing. Then, after DOTM came out, I got sucked into the series like crazy! I've got several WIPs started so far, most of them full of kink. My gosh is this fandom full of kink! *faints* I love it though. The only issues I've had so far have been in wording choices to convey a more mechanical sense of being rather than an organic one. But at least all my HP angsty stuff has improved my writing style~</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">------------ unedited snippet of a WIP <i>Please Don't Insist --------------</i></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Prowl cornered First Aid in the hallway to the rec room. He had given the other mech a few Earth days to think about his proposal, and it was time to ask again.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">His doorwings flared upwards as he stood in front of the young bot and First Aid twitched as Prowl cleared his vocalizer.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">“Um, hello Prowl, sir.” the young medic said quickly. “How are you doing? Is your shoulder holding up well?” Blue optics locked onto said joint as if he would take it apart right there in the hallway if it was hurting the SIC.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Obligingly, Prowl rolled the shoulder joint in its socket, hearing the soft whirrs of the motion through the resonance of his frame. “The repairs you made yesterday were perfectly satisfactory.” He was pleased to see the other bot so concerned with him as well. There had been a small chance the young medic would have been so unsettled by his request that Prowl would have been forced to have a confession with Ratchet about it. “I was wondering, though, if you had thought about my proposal from earlier.” His doorwings fluttered back and forth quickly in expectation of what First Aid would say in response.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">First Aid shifted from foot to foot. “Well…um,” his vocalizer gave a soft whine and the mech averted his optics as he reset it. “I-I’m not really sure I’m qualified for something like that…and-”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Prowl cut him off as he stepped forward and into his sensor-net field. “That is a perfectly acceptable answer, First Aid.” He sent a soft wave of reassurance through the net. The other’s optics cut upwards swiftly. Blue spiraled wide – threatening to overcome the entire iris diaphragm. “I will simply have to find someone else who thinks they are qualified to do it. Maybe one of the human mechanics would be willing?” A calculated shrug of one shoulder was matched with a dismissive wing flick.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">First Aid startled and Prowl deftly turned around, sliding on the edge of his foot smoothly. He only managed two steps before he felt a servo grab his arm and haul him backwards. Only turning his helm, he moved his left doorwing down and backwards so he could see the flustered face of First Aid. He raised a questioning optical ridge as the young bot just stood there holding his arm.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">First Aid shifted again, as if embarrassed by his bold move. “Don’t do that, Prowl, sir.” His fingers tightened their hold for a moment before letting go. They brushed the bottom edge of Prowl’s doorwing as he pulled back, causing a sensornet spike that showed just how conflicted he was making the other mech. “Give me a few more solar cycles to think.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">It was thrown as a quiet, firm, statement. It was challenging Prowl, and the SIC was happy to let it in this situation. Nodding to show his acquiescence, he continued on his way. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">His doorwings were flicking happy circles as he entered his office.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">First Aid twitched as another bot entered the rec room. A quick glance as he shifted forward showed it was just Sideswipe, probably just coming in off shift for some energon. The realization didn’t cause the tension cables around his backstrut to release any however, or the tightness in the gears of his shoulders to ease.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Swallowing a quick mouthful of his energon, he un-subspaced the datapad he had brought with him and tried to relax. It had seemed like a good plan back in his room. Go the rec room, grab some energon his HUD was telling him was desperately needed, hide in a corner just populated enough that Prowl couldn’t corner him, and read a medical datapad for a while. What could go wrong with that?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Said plan failed as he focused in on the datapad. He had opened it to a random file on pure whimsy. Pure whimsy was now displaying a comprehensive layout of the main energon and electrical lines commonly found in Praxian helms.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">He figured he could blame Prowl for the new dent in his helm as he let his head fall onto the table. Shuttering his optics, he crossed his arms in front of his head and cycled air furiously through his vents. This was too complicated. He just wanted to help everyone. But now… helping involved putting another mech into a critically threatening position and then helping them overload, and First Aid wasn’t sure exactly how that fit into his philosophy.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>Naoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02739730497281456248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4582969572622650388.post-67007382069637692792011-05-05T16:05:00.000-07:002011-05-05T16:21:07.147-07:00Prayer Flowers<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTLS2FzQ96vdcUbmpGD5sLx4E8xmfkIee7rGnsWeijSnIJyJ5-N-7B7KryIqA_wggHpC3V_LIlaAJHtS9wOZQ00Jt9RPp_s_SgEsdSTLiWdYAwRXDCfafHhnEnMnZ7rA9s7OusBCwxRHE/s1600/clover001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTLS2FzQ96vdcUbmpGD5sLx4E8xmfkIee7rGnsWeijSnIJyJ5-N-7B7KryIqA_wggHpC3V_LIlaAJHtS9wOZQ00Jt9RPp_s_SgEsdSTLiWdYAwRXDCfafHhnEnMnZ7rA9s7OusBCwxRHE/s320/clover001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603375112041817330" /></a><br />So. Just got power back from it's week-long absence. I can honestly say the best part about it is that I don't have to use a flashlight to go to the bathroom anymore. Yay!<div>But the point of this isn't to expound upon the horrors, tribulations, or problems that I've encountered during the past week due to the rash of tornadoes that tore apart Alabama. It's to say tell you all about the wonderful new tidbit I discovered during my Tuesday morning expedition into angel mythology. </div><div><br /></div><div><b>Sandalphon</b> - <i>Guardian Angel of Prayer</i></div><div>As he collects prayers, he converts them into crimson or purple flowers and they ascend to the Celestial City on the waves of light from his wings.</div><div><br /></div><div>I mean, how cute is that? ♥ He collects prayers and wishes and turns them into flowers!</div>Naoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02739730497281456248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4582969572622650388.post-17437805059135720762010-05-19T21:20:00.000-07:002010-05-19T21:30:28.322-07:00It's stuff like this that pisses me offWas browsing though the Naruto C2s on fanfiction.net and came across this wonderful line of a summary:<br /><br /><em>"NO YAOI, but yuri permitted. All female pairings approved, harems welcome."</em><br /><br />Why the HELL do you let yuri in, but not yaoi? Freaking hypocrites! And 'harems welcome'?<br />Ugh. ene People who run C2s like this piss me off. It's almost enough to throw me off a fandom.<br /><br />Exucse me while I go attempt to cleanse my senses with some more <em>tolerant</em> writings.Naoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02739730497281456248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4582969572622650388.post-80167295344984224132010-05-10T16:25:00.000-07:002010-05-11T10:46:48.080-07:00Avatar/Naruto<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdjzS-SkKP10NHWRsD2ZlYCgq15hVrdfph1h1az9_WXdde1lk0ITnepVDenFKI2KlyqSFuFill89xdeBTcvgZfrnWZZyzPQmHIYt9x-3j6FqMec-Bgt9IH9dJKFOBnYthJIMwQmi3QAd8/s1600/th_naruto.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470069421298512930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdjzS-SkKP10NHWRsD2ZlYCgq15hVrdfph1h1az9_WXdde1lk0ITnepVDenFKI2KlyqSFuFill89xdeBTcvgZfrnWZZyzPQmHIYt9x-3j6FqMec-Bgt9IH9dJKFOBnYthJIMwQmi3QAd8/s320/th_naruto.jpg" /></a><br /><div>"Why?" You ask? Well... I don't really have a good grasp on that yet. XD<br /><br />It just kinda hit me Sunday while rewatching the Avatar movie since my mom hadn't seen it yet. I was sitting there going 'gee, I wonder if I could fic this?' And BAM! Naruto/Avatar popped into my head. (well, first Avatar/HP, but that failed, so I switched to Naruto) </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The most random thing about this idea is that I have no desire to read any of the other Avatar/Naruto crossovers (of there are any). I just want to write this one because the idea keeps beating itself against my head. </div><br /><div><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>[Beware rambling and nonsensicaly-ness ahead. This is a plot in progress]</strong><br /><br /><br />The basic premise is that Naruto merged with Kyuubi back during the ninja wars. Due to this, he kinda became immortal. XD Years (and years, and years, and years) pass and Naruto - now Nathaniel - decides to go to Pandora.<br />At this point, Naruto is a very well respected young scientist. He has several degrees in various science/medical fields and is a top graduate from, like, Harvard or the equivalent.<br /><br />Through some weird and screwy things I'm still playing around with, Naruto gets an avatar, but Kyuubi's conciousness moves into it permenantly.<br />The best idea I have for trying to do this is having Naruto get an avatar made, but when they go to field test him, it doesn't bond to his syanpses correctly (cause it molded after Kyuubi's). Then when Naruto stays behind and tries again, Kyuubi gets jerked into the body and takes off with it. Naruto can still take control of the avatar if he wants to because Kyuubi and Naruto are still mentally linked, but he doesn't do it nearly at all as a way to repay Kyuubi for helping him.<br /><br />The People (cause I'm too lazy to look up how to spell Omanitakayo, or whatever) think Kyuubi is what they call "two-souled." In their beliefs, everyone is born twice, and the second time is when you become one of the People.<br /><br />When Jake comes to Pandora several months/years later (still building a timeline to work with), Naruto has established his position as the weird science guy who hangs out in the back talking to himself and has way too much free time and talent (cause hey, several decades can do marvelous things to time managment and skill). Kyuubi has also established himself throughout the people as an (oh shoot, what are they called again)... Rider of Last Shadow. So, he's pretty bad-ass again.<br /><br />Things play out kinda normal, only Kyuubi pops in occasionally to help train Jake's new body as a more sarcastic yet still kind teacher. Kyuubi likes to roam a lot, so he wasn't there in the very begining to meet Jake. He also pops in to stop the mating scene with (umm, what was the chick's name again?) chieftan's daughter.<br />Naruto helps around the compound and is pretty much out of the canon timeline until the escape scene (cause I couldn't really think of a plausible reason for him to move to Site 26 with the others). The he escapes with them and helps to get to Eywa.<br />Kyuubi gets called in telepathically by Naruto and they make a grand entrace on Last Shadow. They fail to save scientist lady again, and then Jake starts his talk. Kyuubi buts in with the 'and thell them Rider of Last Shadow says to gather.'<br />Boom, boom and they save Pandora.<br /><br />I haven't decided yet exactly what I want to happen to Jake. Does he get together with Naruto? Or with Kyuubi? Rrg. Once I figure that out, I'll know if I should kill off Jake's body or not.<br /><br />Comments are completely welcome! ♥ I'm still building the plot and events for the most part, so any input may actually end up as a major plot point! XDD</div>Naoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02739730497281456248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4582969572622650388.post-8098175141208262022010-02-19T17:44:00.000-08:002010-02-19T17:57:12.726-08:00Nobody can really mean Somebody<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8kqBEMEVo_KSSyDkbDOESTRSj9oS3Kx3v1AdYhhxb97F4U9l8w8N4Ix1EWUZyWqv6FbRBAXCcQK0dzYJ4IumjS52v1hRrbV7e-1UZZrOFgH-Swe1LyU6w0HEu1VB4PUUhL8sZBJ1AjHQ/s1600-h/HappyPlace.png"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440138732795804546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8kqBEMEVo_KSSyDkbDOESTRSj9oS3Kx3v1AdYhhxb97F4U9l8w8N4Ix1EWUZyWqv6FbRBAXCcQK0dzYJ4IumjS52v1hRrbV7e-1UZZrOFgH-Swe1LyU6w0HEu1VB4PUUhL8sZBJ1AjHQ/s320/HappyPlace.png" /></a><br /><div align="left">So I was playing around with the idea of Nobody the other day and came up with two new possible plot ideas. It all started with this little dribble I kinda just bled out the other night.</div><br /><div align="left"><br />“Nobody would ever like you.”<br /><em>“I do” </em><br />“Nobody would ever want you.”<br /><em>“I do”<br /></em>“Nobody could ever love you.”<br /><em>“I do” </em></div><br /><p>From there, things just kinda rambled into what is a <em>nobody</em>? And then my mind began whirling and things started clicking together into random pictures. I evetually came up with two different plots for this. One in the Kingdom Hearts universe, and one in the Naruto universe.<br /><br /><u>KINGDOM HEARTS VERSION:</u></p><br /><div align="left">Nobody - If nobody loved him, that was fine, because the other boy was a nobody. AxelRoxas, RikuSora<br /><br />Sora and Roxas are brothers who move to a new school after their old one kicks them out for fighting. The first day there they set up a reputation for not taking abuse from anyone. This piques the interest of the local gang and they set out to figure out what makes these two boys so special.<br /></div><br /><div align="left"><br /><br /><u>NARUTO VERSION</u></div><u></u><br /><div align="left"><br />Naruto’s a nobody who just moved into town. Gaara is the school psycho. What happens when one boys asks the question that Gaara doesn’t want to hear? GaaNaru<br /><br />“You freak!” the boy covered his eye, trying desperately to stop the blood that poured out of the cut on his head. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing! You cut me!”<br />The red head raised a nonexistent eyebrow. “You were in the way.” he said smoothly.<br />“You’re messed up! What type of person would ever care about you!?” The boy stood up and balanced against a wall to keep the pressure off of his broken leg.<br />“Nobody! That’s who! You’re just a punk that’s gonna get a taste of his own soon! Just watch!” the boy stumbled out onto the sidewalk and limped as fast as he could towards the hospital.<br />Gaara stepped out in front of the boy quickly. “Never insult me.” he said as he slid the blade in his hand into the boy’s chest, piercing the heart and killing him. He looked in disgust as the body fell to the floor. ‘Worthless.’ He wiped the blade on a clean spot on the boy’s torn up jeans. ‘Nobody can hurt me.’ </div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">-----</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">As you can see, there isn't much yet on either of these plots, and I am somewhat reluctant to start another shaky plot when I have so much going on right now. I will probably come back to this later though; it's such an interesting idea.</div><br /><div align="left">If anyone would like to use either of these plots, feel free. You can take what you like, or if you comment on this post, I'll send you what little more I have typed out for these two.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">Comments from the peanut gallery? Which one seems better/less likely to fall on it's face?</div><br /><div align="left">Love/Hate? </div>Naoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02739730497281456248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4582969572622650388.post-21626202701000621222010-02-19T16:51:00.000-08:002010-02-19T17:29:43.359-08:00Fireplace Sneezes : HP fic preview<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBdl42QIufJfqm8VqmwhKSlwt5hCf8B5-Ks9nX3YdBXORmeHxKBrHQRejOvIIs1xuUsGFlG8euhKzSi12_H5FqahKnbCRhi9SaLMd9s0lCHXWuKLGiP8jLenpnHd47l61GwBAnk6JSW4k/s1600-h/msnsirius02.png"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 96px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 96px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440131521660357778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBdl42QIufJfqm8VqmwhKSlwt5hCf8B5-Ks9nX3YdBXORmeHxKBrHQRejOvIIs1xuUsGFlG8euhKzSi12_H5FqahKnbCRhi9SaLMd9s0lCHXWuKLGiP8jLenpnHd47l61GwBAnk6JSW4k/s320/msnsirius02.png" /></a><br /><div>This is a snippet from an HP plot that I recently unearthed from the depths of my fanfiction writing folder. XD It's kinda scary in there sometimes. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So, it's been tentativly titled "Fireplace Sneezes" and it's an epic HP crossed with HP crossed with HP fic. XD I'm not even kidding. I have no idea what I was thinking when I planned this out, but I still love the idea.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So basically: </div><br /><div>We have Harry James Potter #1. In his timeline, he follows canon pretty closely until his 6th year. Dumbledore accuses him of murder and assualt towards the various Hogwarts students and he is sent to Azkaban. </div><br /><div>Fate doesn't like this. So when Harry is killed by Death Eaters storming Azkaban, he is offered a chance at a new life. A redo. He takes it. </div><br /><div>So now HJP#1 is in a new dimension at age 12. He's kinda pissed at this point. He goes through Hogwarts and rescues Sirius. The two then begin a very illegal liasion together and are quite happy about it. HJP#1 also continues on to kill both Dumbledore AND Voldemort in this dimenision. He then accepts Lucius Malfoy as his consort. With Lucius's help, HJP#1 manages to completely overthrow the Ministry of Magic and replace everyone in it. All three then take a break and move to France. Of course, shit happens and Lucius and Sirius die in France. (sadness ;-;)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Then we have Harry James Potter #2. He lived what is considered the complete canon verse storyline. Except, he DOES die from the Avada Kedavra in the 7th book.</div><br /><div>Fate at this point, is very upset that nothing is working out like she/he/it wants. So, she/he/it prepares again. HJP#2 is grabbed from the clutches of Death and flung backwards in time to the Maurder's Era in another alternate dimension. </div><br /><div>And this time, to make sure something goes correct, Fate also grabs onto HJP#1. HJP#1 has nothing to lose since his lovers are dead now. So, he agrees to go along on the ride and protect his younger/alternate self. That makes this HJP#1's 3rd dimension.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>And thus, we have HP crossed with HP crossed with HP. X3 </div><br /><div>In the story, HJP#1 is called Evan James Black, and HJP#2 is considered his brother and is called Harry Aryn Black, age 7.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>-----UNEDITED SNIPPET-----</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>‘Shit. I’m surrounded.’ Sirius watched the dark shapes of the demetors circle around him as he struggled to stay upright. Their cold onslaught was slowly weakening him and soon he wouldn’t be able to stay conscious.<br />“Expecto Patronum!” called a voice from behind him.<br />Sirius looked up and saw a large silver snake wind it’s way through the trees and attack the demetors, driving them back. Each time one tried to come forward and get to Sirius, the snake would curl protectively around him and drive it back. After just a few moments more of the snake’s presence, the hoard of demetors left.<br />“That should have taken care of them for a while. I hate demetors.” the voice said as it stepped into the clearing. It appeared to be a boy of seven or so.<br />“Who are you?” Sirius asked the kid. He couldn’t believe a seven year old child could cast a Patronus that strong.<br />“My name is Harry. I live over there.” He made a motion to the woods behind him. “And you are Sirius Black are you not?”<br />Sirius was dumb stuck. “WHAT ARE YOU!?!” He pointed his wand at Harry and prepared to cast a very powerful hex.<br />Harry cocked his head and Sirius saw a glimmer of metal in his hair. “An ally.” His green eyes studied Sirius and the older teen was about to hex him and deal with the consequences later. “Come.”<br />The word startled Sirius and he almost hexed the boy out of surprise.<br />“You can come and meet onii-san. Then you can floo back to London and your friends. The forest doesn’t like visitors all that much.”<br />“How do I know I can trust you?” Sirius asked. “No child can conjure a Patronus. It’s too advanced.”<br />The dark haired boy just started at him before turning around and walking away. “I am not a child, that is true. It is also true that the forest does not like visitors, so if I were you, I would follow me.”<br />Sirius looked after the strange child before lowering his wand with a sigh and chasing after him. ‘I am going to end up hexing myself for this later. I can just tell.’ He said to himself as he struggled to keep up with Harry.<br /><br />“We’re here.” Harry said as he stopped on front of intricately wrought wicker gate.<br />“Isn’t it a bad idea to have such a weak gate?” Sirius said before he could stop him self.<br />Harry smiled and motioned to the wicker gate. “This? Give it your best shot.” He smirked.<br />‘Okay, the kid is going down.’ Sirius walked forward and tried to grab the bars and bend them, but instead of breaking like he thought they would, the bars started to burn his hands the longer he held on. He swore when his skin got so hot he had to let go. “Gate, get ready to go down.” he whispered under his breath as he lifted his leg and kicked the gate as hard as he could.<br />Sirius was still cursing and hopping around with his leg in the air when he heard laughter. He looked over and saw Harry covering his mouth with his hand. “Fine.” Sirius pulled his wand and whispered the slashing curse and waited to see the gate crumble. Only it didn’t, his spell came back at him even faster than he had sent it. “Oh shi-”<br />“Protego!”<br />Sirius was hurled to the ground as he saw Harry stand in front of him and take the brunt of the attack. “Sorry about that, the gate thought you got a bit full of yourself.” He extended his hand and Sirius took it gingerly and hauled himself up, trying not to wince. “Let me see.” He pulled Sirius’s hand forward before the man could object and looked at his palm. Some of the skin was peeling and most of it was an angry red color.<br />Harry frowned. “We have an herb inside which will help with that.” He ripped a part of his cloak and wrapped Sirius’s hand neatly before turning back to the gate.<br />“Artemis, may we pass please?”<br />Sirius was about to ask why he was talking to a gate, when the doors swung open of their own accord.<br />“Do you see the weavings?” Harry said as he paused inside the gate. Sirius nodded as he noticed patterns woven in the wicker he had not noticed before. “They are Celtic symbols. They are what give the gate it’s powers and personality.<br />“Ah.” Sirius just nodded as he looked at the gates again. ‘They symbols would be awesome for some pranks. I wonder if the kid has a book of them inside?’ Sirius followed the kid up a stone to a medium sized cottage of sorts.<br />“Onii-san!!” Harry yelled out as he ran the last few steps and entered a stone archway. “Onii-san! We have a visitor!”<br />Sirius walked slowly up to the archway and peered inside. Seeing nothing he started to step forward. Just before he put his foot down though, he ran his eyes over the side of the archway. Seeing none of the woven symbols, he finished his step and walked inside. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>----</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>In this story, Harry is also somewhat of a mini-prophet. This comes from his dying and being dragged back to life so abruptly. He is inevitably tied to the forces of Death and Time now.</div><br /><div>Several chapters on, Harry takes the Hogwarts Express with Evan (as the teen was offered a place in Hogwarts after Sirius leaves). James meets Harry for the 1st time and they all have a laugh about how Sirius met them. Remus gains Harry's adoration. Evan stomps in upset about bloody Slytherins not letting him past into the stupid cars. Lucius pops into see the teen who had been asking for him. 'Tis great. </div><br /><div>Several months after they reach the school, Harry is given an aging potion so his body ages to 13.</div><br /><div>I think it will turn into a Remus/Harry and Evan/Lucius. But I may change everything around by the time I finish up some more chapters.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Overall, I really like this idea, and it's so random and swiss-cheese-like that it'll be fun to write. It'll most likely go up on my LJ and FFN accounts. Eventially....</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Comments? Love/Hate? </div><div>All opinions are welcome (except for the 'ur so stoopid. y r u riting tis sh!t.' kind).</div>Naoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02739730497281456248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4582969572622650388.post-83121107330078497472010-02-10T12:23:00.000-08:002010-02-10T14:05:27.415-08:00Pottercest HP idea<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZAj9BZQnDcJKLmYrJT_t9OI1KyYXRsUbDF4j2jEDFZZSQUsyvZ2jRXov-32lP_i5wn7Twp5oNjPlk4Y26Gemv2jEwMzjd_RfQhvGEKd-vewlgVCoBq6tPC5zF9gUNnA-gE8mrY06ruec/s1600-h/23pz2.png"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436738847727938882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZAj9BZQnDcJKLmYrJT_t9OI1KyYXRsUbDF4j2jEDFZZSQUsyvZ2jRXov-32lP_i5wn7Twp5oNjPlk4Y26Gemv2jEwMzjd_RfQhvGEKd-vewlgVCoBq6tPC5zF9gUNnA-gE8mrY06ruec/s320/23pz2.png" /></a><br /><div>So, I had this like almost awesome dream last night. It was only 'almost awesome' because my stupid alarm clock woke me up before it could evolve very far. DX<br /><br />Essentially, Harry is the younger brother to the supposed BWL. His brother is like maybe two-four years older than him. (I don't have a name for the older bro yet) When they were little and Voldemort attacked, Harry's bro jumped in front of the curse, but Harry was the one to rebound it.<br />Harry is sent to the Dursleys by Dumbledore while his brother begins to train in magic. What no one else knows though, is that the two boys are connected mental by a bond. Harry's bro is upset by the way Harry is treated at the Dursleys, but no one believes him, so he gives up trying to tell them. He begins to learn healing spells, so that each night he can heal Harry.<br />Now, the dream comes in here. (perverted mind at work, just to warn you) Vernon is very abusive of the boy and takes great pleasure in stripping him and whipping his bare body. He enjoys the way Harry's poor white skin turns red and shivers under each blow. Because of this, Harry is exremely self-concious of his body and only lets his brother see him, mostly because his brother insisted the first time. Harry was afraid his brother would turn away in disgust from him, but instead, the other just ran soothing hands over Harry's bleeding thighs and ass, healing them as best he could.<br />When Harry is finally invited to Hogwarts, he is somewhat of an outcast, but his brother still takes care of him as best he can. Harry changes by himself in the bathroom stalls and such and wears the winter uniform year round. His brother actually visits him in the flesh now though and cuddles with him and offers soft affection.<br />The boys had built a very strong connection due to the trauma Harry had been through, and this spoiled each of them for the other. Hence, delicious slashy Pottercest. ♥<br /><br />The plot, when it fully develops, will be very dark and intense. I just love the scene where Harry's brother heals him for the first time, though.<br />That first soft touch to his burned arm. Lightly grazing the flesh and pushing healing magic into it until it's smooth again. The soft protests as his brother pulls his shirt over his head and his shorts down around his ankles. The flinching and shivering. The cold yet strangly warm hands ghosting across the boys flesh in a non-sexual manner. The hidden tears in the olders eyes as the seed of love begins to grow in their hearts.<br />-sigh- It's just so sweet. And I can see how it grows into the intense love it will eventually be. ♥ ♥ ♥ The story will most likely be posted on my DW since it's so dark and slashy.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Comments? Opinions?</div>Naoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02739730497281456248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4582969572622650388.post-54090223115237467482010-02-07T18:44:00.000-08:002010-02-07T19:10:11.971-08:00Happy Birthday Random Plot Bunny<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaBgU_Shwnn9GVfkC__R8Wzmpi1LX_YY3FDfoUsI9yJ15Miw-8J-HxhvjVM2WyrTco2bLzLEf3QbT4mJvIiVTh8HQEHpPO0PKHYMi7jxu54GJ9nh5QvjlzjgbamhVwwIq6F_7EPJ3hZuM/s1600-h/16.png"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435703029895623634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaBgU_Shwnn9GVfkC__R8Wzmpi1LX_YY3FDfoUsI9yJ15Miw-8J-HxhvjVM2WyrTco2bLzLEf3QbT4mJvIiVTh8HQEHpPO0PKHYMi7jxu54GJ9nh5QvjlzjgbamhVwwIq6F_7EPJ3hZuM/s320/16.png" /></a><br /><div>So, I was browing through the internet, clicking links to interesting looking things, and managed to find my way to a wiki on Asexuality...</div><div>I'm not really sure <em>how</em> I got there, but I learned several new things and it managed to inspire a new plot bunny when I opened the demisexual page and started reading.</div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">"Demisexuals often have rocky relationships with asexuals because the demisexual's feeling may become more sexualized with time, which the asexual may find inappropriate or unexpected."</span></div><br /><div></div><div>It has sooo inspired a plot bunny about an asexual MC with a demisexual MC2 who falls for the MC.<br />At first, I thought of doing this in the HP universe, with Harry as an asexual, but as I was writing this up, I had another thought. NARUTO.</div><br /><div></div><div>Yes. Naruto as an asexual and a semisexual Sasuke chasing after his ass. XD Naruto would have had a horrible childhood, always thinking he was less than skum and just wanting affection. He would feel that love and sex are not tied together, especially since he lives in an area where whore sells themselves regularly, sometimes to rough customers. (I know this is a slight bastardization of asexuality, but it'll be better when I write it out, promise!)</div><div>Sasuke, as we know, is obsessed with revenge. It has tainted his outlook on life. It is only after he deals with Naruto that he begins to accept the possibility of forming relationships with other people. He befriends the blonde, accepts help from Kakashi, and kinda hangs out with Shikamaru and the others. After several chapter, he begins to be attracted to Naruto.</div><div>Naruto is uncomfortable with these advances since Sasuke is still a more sexual person.</div><div>And then the story revolves around their relationship, the mess with Akatsuki, and an invasion by Sound.<br /></div><div>I haven't decided if Sasuke should defect or not at this point... Hmmm.</div><div>Any comments? ♥</div>Naoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02739730497281456248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4582969572622650388.post-76667569836878033192010-02-02T16:07:00.000-08:002010-02-02T16:20:31.208-08:00NCIS/HP crossover snippet<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifrvXr8xvMYlgSU3bUwzVHPovJ8Bh2fiqlyrZj5XRFOxpZHtdI9D_hFKGEXTgO74SGM4WSbhio3PCyWPo1bw6StQkbVyn05T70VRyNuIYmT3Y0NzLcc1P2PYYSq-gAHTPm52ZuAFhrVrU/s1600-h/ran_lust.gif"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433805083668574098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifrvXr8xvMYlgSU3bUwzVHPovJ8Bh2fiqlyrZj5XRFOxpZHtdI9D_hFKGEXTgO74SGM4WSbhio3PCyWPo1bw6StQkbVyn05T70VRyNuIYmT3Y0NzLcc1P2PYYSq-gAHTPm52ZuAFhrVrU/s320/ran_lust.gif" /></a><br /><div>So I had this idea a while ago, and just started writing it out. It's been pretty fun writing, and seemed to go smoothly (as opposed to some of my more extensive HP-only plots). I'm planning on writing a few more chapters and then begining to post them over at my DW.<br /><br />These are snippets from two of the chapters I have. I don't have any pairings picked out yet, and am open to suggestions. Most of the plot is still Under Construction as well... so I don't have anything concrete to explain to you that you can't pick up from reading these. XD (And before you say anything, yes, I did intentionally choose the most cliche name I could think of for Harry. )</div><div align="center">------------------</div><div><br />“You have <em>got</em> to be kidding me!”<br />Gibbs turned his attention from the entryway over to where a dark-haired teen was complaining. His eyes narrowed at the numerous bags the teen was carrying. Motioning for Tony to follow him, he walked over to where a cop was about to inform the teen he would have to leave.<br />“Aww man, are you saying I lugged all my stuff up here for nothing?” The teen continued to himself, running his hands through his already messy dark brown hair. He let out an explosive sigh and picked up his bags from where he had let them drop. “This sucks. Majorly.”<br />He started to turn around when Gibbs called out to him. “Hey! Mind explaining what that was about?”<br />Inquisitive blue-green eyes swiveled to stare at him. “What?” He shrugged one of his bags higher onto his shoulder. “It’s a crime scene. I came, I saw, I’m leaving. This is generally called ‘not interfering with police work’. Most cops tend to like that.”<br />Tony snickered from behind him and Gibbs resisted the urge to smack him while the teen was still there. “I mean, do you want to explain what that shouting was about before.”<br />The teen raised an eyebrow at him but let his bags drop to the ground so he could turn unhindered to face Gibbs. Crossing his arms across his chest, he introduced himself, “Evan Jamieson. Cleaner.” Blue-green eyes sharpened suddenly. “Mr. Morrison was a client of mine. I was contracted to come by every two days and clean the house, top to bottom. If you want, I have all the paperwork assuring my identity and the validity of my claim in my office.”<br />Tony let out a whistle and stepped forward to stand beside Gibbs. “Lot of information there buddy. Ever been under investigation before?” The senior office shoved his hands into his pockets and adopted a relaxed posture as he questioned the teen next.<br />Evan snorted. “Yea. Under and done investigation before.” The teen then motioned to his bags. “Do you need me for anything else? I still have more jobs I can get started on since this one has obviously panned out.”<br />Tony let a grin stretch across his face. “‘Obviously panned out’?”<br />Evan sighed again before giving a long look to the two men in front of him. “Yes,” he said finally, drawing out the ‘s’ in a slight hiss. “This is a closed crime scene. That can mean one of only a few things. My client is dead,” Evan held up a finger, “in which case I don’t get paid. My client is under arrest for something,” another finger was held up, “in which case I still don’t get paid. Lastly, my client’s house has been used for a crime,” a third finger was raised, “in which case, why the hell would Mr. Morrison want me back in that house for several months?”<br />The hand and fingers were lowered and Evan bent down to sling his bags back over his shoulders. “So, all options lead to a default on payment to me. Also, I can’t really clean a crime scene, evidence tampering and all that jazz.”<br />Tony slapped him on the back suddenly, prompting a jerk and crouching position out of the teen. “Ha! You’re right. Pretty smart kid.”<br />Evan shrugged out from under Tony’s hand. “Kid? I’m twenty-two.”<br />“Really?” Tony asked incredulously. “You look more like-“<br />“Eighteen, right?” Evan interrupted. “I know. You’re not the first person to tell me so.” He glanced back over his shoulder at the hill he had just climbed up. “Look, I’m not trying to be rude, but today was going to be a stretch for me anyway, so do you mind if I leave so I can get a head start on some of my other appointments?”<br /><br />…<br /><br />“Hermione Granger, head lawyer at Spellbound.” The intimidating woman raised an eyebrow at Tony. “I’m here for Evan Jamieson, and I would advise you to move aside before things get complicated.”<br />Tony raised his own eyebrow. “Really Ms. Granger? How so?”<br />The woman stepped forward into Tony’s personal space. “Complicated like I throw a right hook through your chin before stabbing you in the groin with my four inch heels complicated.”<br />Tony couldn’t help his internal wince as he attempted to hold his ground against the woman in front of him. “Well now, that would be assault of a military officer, and that could get you sued.” He smiled at his own joke.<br />Hermione growled lightly. “And you not letting me through could be construed as terrorism by some governments, so why not let me through before the charge of self-defense gains some merit.”<br />“’Mione, you can stop now.” A voice piped up from behind Tony.<br />The woman in front of him instantly transformed before his eyes, becoming a caring mother or older sister. “Harry! I’m so glad you’re safe!” The woman shoved by him and threw herself at Evan recklessly.<br />The young man easily caught her and swung her around lightly. “I’m fine. Kingsley’s letter just came through explaining my diplomatic immunity.”<br />The woman disentangled herself and stood with arms akimbo. “Evan Harry Jamieson. Do you know how worried I was when I got a call that you had been pulled in for questioning? Do you!”<br />By now, everyone in the hallway was staring at the spectacle before them.<br />Evan cringed under the woman’s stern gaze. “’Mione, you know you look like McGonagall when you do that, right?”<br />“Harry! This is no time for jokes! You could have been killed!” Hermione’s face was flushed and one of her hands had left its position on her waist to wave threateningly in front of the young man before her.<br />Instantly, he straightened and grabbed her hand gently. “Hermione. It was questioning. One of my clients has apparently been kidnapped. They just wanted to know if I knew anything. I’m perfectly fine.”<br />The stern persona evaporated under the gentle caresses being given to her hand and Hermione slumped forward, shoulders rolling into a hunched position. “It’s just, you always seem to get into these things Harry, and I don’t want you getting hurt. I can’t lose you again.” Her voice was strained, the words blending together slightly as her hand rotated to clutch at Evan’s. “I don’t want you to die again.”<br />The words were whispered, but Evan’s head immediately shot up and pulled her into an embrace, eyes raking eagle-like across the witnesses to this spectacle. Spotting a door to his immediate left, he pulled himself and Hermione into the men’s restroom quickly.<br />The click of the lock was loud in the quiet hallway, and the only other sound for several seconds was muffled voices and sobs.<br />“Tony, did you catch what she said at the end there?”<br />Tony jumped, hand on his heart as his boss came up behind him. “Boss! You nearly gave me a heart attack.” All he got in response was a hard stare. “Right. Um, just before Jamieson grabbed her, Ms. Granger said that she didn’t want him to die again. I only barely caught it, it was really low.”<br />“Ziva!” Gibbs barked, taking a long draw on his coffee. The Mussad officer came up beside him immediately. “What do you think of all this?”<br />The woman stared at the bathroom door for a few moments, organizing her thoughts. “He was jumpy when he heard that last statement. Almost like he expected to be attacked at that point.” Her voice was calm, her eyes never leaving the door until this point. She turned her gaze to Gibbs slowly. “Do you not find it odd that a young man with diplomatic immunity would have employment as a house cleaner? Much less, be so familiar with our lines of questioning?”<br />Gibbs took another drink of his coffee and Ziva continued. “You stated that he said he had both done and been under investigation before. When you combine this with what was just overheard a few moments ago…” she trailed off uncertainly.<br />“A vigilante.” Gibbs finished for her.<br />Ziva nodded. “Precisely. Most likely the son of some diplomat who thinks he knows what is best for his community back home. His father may have sent him off for a ‘cool-down’ time after an affair back home. This is all just speculation though.”<br />Gibbs nodded and turned to McGee, who had been lurking slightly behind a water fountain ever since the lawyer had shown up. “McGee!” He barked, “Find out everything you can on Evan Harry Jamieson, Hermione Granger, and a law firm called Spellbound.”<br />“On it boss!” McGee said as he jogged down the hall back to his computer. </div><div align="center"><br />------------------ </div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="left">What do you think so far? Am I completely off my bonkers with OOC-ness or plot insanity? Any and all comments appreciated. You never know, you might inspire a new chapter!</div>Naoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02739730497281456248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4582969572622650388.post-17366308668742611002010-01-29T17:19:00.001-08:002010-01-29T17:33:30.120-08:00Life as a Blonde plot idea<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH8R9nYnf9c0skryEzmiGr7ohkUkAaki5isG5XF7rSq0nFR6OyfVjtaCbxOzxaAOzCAQNxAQu6TzbzeEtNqF5fAGwomyVb4BIkDWbMHz1gTKuGjWNCc44bUcDZD5XIRMcEW-PF-5He5Do/s1600-h/uke_icon.gif"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432339450892290802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH8R9nYnf9c0skryEzmiGr7ohkUkAaki5isG5XF7rSq0nFR6OyfVjtaCbxOzxaAOzCAQNxAQu6TzbzeEtNqF5fAGwomyVb4BIkDWbMHz1gTKuGjWNCc44bUcDZD5XIRMcEW-PF-5He5Do/s320/uke_icon.gif" /></a><br /><div>So yea, another plot idea for you guys to chew over and spit opinions back at me about.<br /><br />This one is just a pure HP fic entitled <strong>Life as a Blonde. </strong><br />I've written maybe 75% of the first chapter already, but the entire outline isn't very solid yet. The summary actually has more of a plan than the fic itself at the moment. DX<br /><br /><strong>Summary:</strong><br />Having come to the conclusion he was fate’s favorite plaything, Harry really shouldn’t have been surprised when he was sent back in time to when he was a child. What he did not expect though, was coming back as a blonde, eleven year old, Draco Malfoy. And how the hell did he end up falling for his younger self again?<br /><br />I'm not sure if this fic classifies as DM/HP or as HP/HP? Cause technically, it's like both. O.o<br />Any input on where this should lead (besides the obvious)? All comments appreciated! ♥</div>Naoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02739730497281456248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4582969572622650388.post-18182694066386620052010-01-29T12:22:00.001-08:002010-01-29T12:53:21.117-08:00new plot idea<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfiZMTWGLPpkj1f_PA2D6sxT2aAvfTasThCmuOsYwWm5KkNyqBoxPM-x7zphlwZk2AJpkIaJEs2FFgCBMHmY9pvbEnTztHfdj8lz1FtXu_6EVYJ2IXCCX7r2YiegObuEiiyfqPiGb6m1M/s1600-h/moan.gif"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432266905267374610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfiZMTWGLPpkj1f_PA2D6sxT2aAvfTasThCmuOsYwWm5KkNyqBoxPM-x7zphlwZk2AJpkIaJEs2FFgCBMHmY9pvbEnTztHfdj8lz1FtXu_6EVYJ2IXCCX7r2YiegObuEiiyfqPiGb6m1M/s320/moan.gif" /></a><br /><div>So, I was going through my closet looking for something to wear today and got hit with a new plot idea. Strange place to get hit by a plot idea, I know. A closet. Then again, maybe not that strange. XD</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The working title for this new fanfic is <strong>The Price of Wonderland</strong>.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>It's a Harry Potter/Wonderland crossover. I haven't worked out all the ideas yet, and I refuse to let myself do so until I finish my HIS paper due in a few hours. </div><br /><div>Essentially though, the war is over. Harry killed Voldemort in a rather expected yet still cheered about bloody battle outside Hogwarts. Despite having killed his arch enemy, Harry doesn't feel right. 'What am I supposed to do now?' he wonders. His whole life had been about living untli the final battle and then he was going to die tragically, taking down Voldemort with him as a final heroic act. Instead, he's alive.</div><br /><div>Ginny is convinced the two are going to be together now that the war is over; Ron and Hermione, although they both fought in the war, don't seem to understand that Harry doesn't want to be married. Kingsley wants him to be Head Auror. The Wizarding World expects him to stay put on his pedastal, living as they wish him to. Always protecting them, getting married to his school sweetheart, and having multiple children the press can hound.</div><br /><div>Fed up with it all, he wanders off into the forest on the borders of England. He wishes desperately he had another clear cut path to follow. Needing something to tell him what to do next now that he had killed the big bad guy. Several feet later, he trips over an upraised tree root and falls facefirst into a rabbit hole. Croosing his arms in front of his face, he braces for impact. Instead, a brush of magic slids past him and whisks him down the hole into another world.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><em>Welcome Harry Potter, to Wonderland.</em></div><br /><div>This Wonderland, though, is much darker than any version he had heard of, or could even imagine.</div><br /><div>Cheshire are whores. The Mad Hatter kills for fun. The Red Queen rules all with an iron fist and insanity. The Doormouse is a cursed prince suffering from amnesia. And the March Hare is a drunken prophet who just recieved a new vision.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Thats all I have now, but the possibilites are just lurking at the edge of my mind, waiting to pounce. :E I've even got some character sketches in my head that I can draw out in art class. This story has seriously hit me over the head with a mallet and refused to give up it's stranglehold on my mind.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Any opinions on the idea, or suggestions of what I should do? All thoughts welcome! ♥</div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">the icon is mine btw, credit if you take for your own use</span></div>Naoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02739730497281456248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4582969572622650388.post-30031547403766460372009-12-29T08:08:00.000-08:002009-12-29T08:19:45.396-08:00Fic Preview - Acid<div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">Acid</span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">A Harry Potter multi-chapter fanfic</span></div><br />“Hello codger.” Her rich voice filled the hall and quieted the murmurs that had started in her wake. “Did you miss me?”<br />Dumbledore looked carefully into her eyes, recognition dancing on the edge of his tongue. “I am sorry, but your name seems to have escaped my mind.”<br />“Tsk. Tsk.” She waved her hand and waved an admonishing finger in his direction. “Is old age really that hard on you? After all you owe me, you up and forget me the moment I come into your hall of my own volition? I’m disappointed my boy.” A smirk adorned her face and amusement danced in her eyes. Dumbledore almost gasped as he recognized the face.<br />“Laevus.”<br />“Ah!” She clapped her hands happily. “So you do remember me? It’s nice to know you’re still as sharp as a rusty nail. That shall make this whole mess much easier on you.”<br />Dumbledore gazed silently at the woman in front of him. He blinked as she suddenly winked at him and moved her hand to wave absently around herself. Her dress melted from her skin and a black leather tank top and loose dark green pants took their place. When the shirt finished forming, red lines like those of spilled ink trailed from the shoulder down in a pattern that resolved itself as torn wings. As a last accent, trails of chains looped from the pants.<br /><br />Laevus stretched his shoulders and sighed when he heard a pop. “Much better.” He looked himself over and with a few more flicks of his wrists added some leather and rope bands around his wrists. Raising his eyes to regard the people in front of him, he was pleased when he saw the look left in Dumbledore’s eyes. “<em>Correct old man. You guessed my name, but apparently you forgot my power</em>.”<br />“What do you want?” Dumbledore asked as he took in Laevus’s new appearance.<br />“<em>Nothing much old man</em>.” He flicked a stay piece of hair away from his face. “<em>I have a student I would like trained here</em>.”<br />Dumbledore leveled a stare at the man in front of him. “<em>Why here? You have continually tried to destroy this school. Why allow any disciples of your own to be taught here</em>?”<br />Laevus smirked now, “<em>My magic is normally considered ‘impure</em>.’" The word was spat out of twisted lips. “<em>I do not wish for him to be under such a label. Moreover, you owe me old man. I can destroy this school again if I need to</em>.” The last sentence was hissed out and Dumbledore vaguely heard the students beginning to question whom Laevus was. The teachers were too polite to, yet. They would as soon as they could corner him.<br />The elderly Headmaster sighed. “<em>I will take on your student then, and teach him</em>.” ‘Maybe I can keep him from Laevus’s influence here.’<br />“Good.” Laevus nodded as a small smile graced him pale lips. “I will need a position here as well then.”<br />The rest of the teachers jumped slightly as the language switched back to English. Dumbledore frowned slightly. “We do not currently have any teaching positions open.”<br />It was Laevus’s turn to frown. “I would not have imagined that to be a problem for you, Headmaster.” The stress on the last word was mocking in its politeness<br /><br />---------------------------------<br />And here is a snippet of the first chapter of Acid. It doesn't look like much right <em>now</em>, but it gets better once everything falls into place.<br />Dumbledore gets back at Laevus next time, he hires him as Filch's assistant. XD Needless to say, Laevus - spirit of destruction that he is - is <em>not</em> amused. As for the mysterious student, well, he thinks it hilarious.<br />Laevus doesn't take this laying down though, he starts a war on Dumbledore, using Hogwarts as his base. (Because yes, you read right, Laevus has destroyed Hogwarts before. He did it during Dumbledore's time. So now you can wonder why no one remembers this, because after all, don't the history books sat Hogwarts has been around since the Founder's time and has never fallen? XD) Laevus also becomes friends with Peeves and Filch, using both to ensure his student's safety.<br />Oh, and there's a Japanese demon after Laevus. Kane, the demon, only just got released from prison. So, the cannibal mass-murderer is on his way to Scotland now. ^^ (he's introduced in the prologue, which I don't think I posted here)<br /><br />So, any questions or comments? Like, hate, indifferent?Naoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02739730497281456248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4582969572622650388.post-549844555334800102009-12-29T07:44:00.000-08:002009-12-29T08:05:07.097-08:00Life is just like the Movies<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-WxINdaNH6kfDeW-bDqkGgD5XwH2sM5CoaTTwUzpilke9x2TWO_qV-IVMSE4jLzD4FHROyNFTmB7bzN_LjuGuv0gQyvegkgpjKduouLS17fIuLwJ7IF0dS03P8wHoxC9l9JUCUbbPa6A/s1600-h/vassa_bite_me.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420689791959986834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-WxINdaNH6kfDeW-bDqkGgD5XwH2sM5CoaTTwUzpilke9x2TWO_qV-IVMSE4jLzD4FHROyNFTmB7bzN_LjuGuv0gQyvegkgpjKduouLS17fIuLwJ7IF0dS03P8wHoxC9l9JUCUbbPa6A/s320/vassa_bite_me.jpg" /></a><br /><div>So yea, my car just DIED. As in the engine just kinda keeled over and quit. T-T The ironic part? I was coming into work with my dad so I could steal internet, and the engine shut off<em> just as I got into the parking lot</em>. Sure, I had to push it into a parking spot, but can you get any more perfect than to break down at a mechanic shop as you pull in?</div><br /><div>(The really sad part of this though, is that I was planning on buying Seasons 2 & 3 of Supernatural today, but no car means no way to get three cities over to the only movie store that carries them. ;-; )</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>My second point is that the big computer had just gone through a big update and no one told me. So I got on to print some stuff, and just after I sent the big 173 page document to the printer, the computer happily informed me that it would be restarting in seven minutes. wtf. So yea, I was on the edge of my seat staring at the printer hoping it would finish in time. Can you guess when it spat out the final page? At <em>1 second left</em>. OMG. Stuff like this only happens in the movies.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>And holy shiznit, I now have CS2 on my laptop and I just finished installing my small tablet on there as well. (It's a Wacom Graphire, can you say oooold? ^^ They don't even make these anymore)</div><br /><div>This means I will have better access to iconing materials and that things should get updated faster since I will be switching computers less now that I have a basic version on everything I want finally installed on my laptop. XDD I'm so happy. Now if only 7 was pretty...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Since like NO ONE has any Drop Dead Fred icons that I can find that I like, I'm about to make some of my own. After that, more yaoi icons since I have like 8 artbooks worth of yaoi (....) and then some Naruto ones if I can get some good bases. I'm also gonna see about getting some screencaps of Time Hollow and Devil Survior so I can do some of them.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>As for my fanfictioning, since everything is finally happy and updated here, I'm off to finish Bondage Isn't Free so I can finally get a post up on Dreamwidth. -______-; After that, I'll be working on Duskborn, followed by CinderAllen after I figure out where my parents stashed my VHS player when I wasn't looking. Then Caged Bird, and finally, Blue Skies and my new stories. (of which, I just found some more plots I hid from myself. they have now joined the large plunnie farm in my head and are currently reproducing. anyone up for an adoption?)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Mwah-ha-ha! I am fully planning on using the image post feature to the fullest! Please note that all icons you see here are my own creation unless otherwise stated. If you like one well enough to steal it, please credit back to me and post a comment so I know where it went. Thanks.</span></div>Naoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02739730497281456248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4582969572622650388.post-47982581751785790302009-12-28T14:21:00.001-08:002009-12-28T14:28:11.102-08:00Windows 7 Drama<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKxfesEUKkzePEfVhLPw2vPTNDacJLwz4UtoDSV2bSrMFt_JWWEqCuohfIUQhcn8wzs0V1mfxa-o66saKo4tMi6Z1y7A3DbmLiOawPs-v9KQJta9Nm_eVk9v0s2LpkOCU9u6essxN1jT8/s1600-h/crossgen_christmas_icon.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420417250728504834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKxfesEUKkzePEfVhLPw2vPTNDacJLwz4UtoDSV2bSrMFt_JWWEqCuohfIUQhcn8wzs0V1mfxa-o66saKo4tMi6Z1y7A3DbmLiOawPs-v9KQJta9Nm_eVk9v0s2LpkOCU9u6essxN1jT8/s320/crossgen_christmas_icon.jpg" /></a><br />So, I finally got the upgrade in for my laptop. My first comment to anyone looking to upgrade from Vista: Windows 7 is UGLY. Ugh. The buttons are all like big, and the icons in the task tray are pure white with black outlines. It's a designer's nightmare. Why the hell did they design it this way? DDDX<br />It also took like 8 hours to upgrade, that part I didn't really mind; it just took longer to upgrade than I think it would have been to begin a new install.<br /><br />So, I'm fussing around on my laptop, cussing it out about every five minutes as I find something else that it changed magically.<br />My current layout on here is crap and I'm about to set up a new user for all my school stuff and 'work'. I'm also in the process of redoing all my music playlists and reogranizing all of my music since the files reset.<br /><br />Currently, I'm just happy it left my favorties bar alone.<br /><br />Grrr. So that's my rant for now just to let you guys know I'm alive and well. I'll post a more enchanting something later, after I fix this mess.<br /><br />(the icons is MINE btw guys, so don't steal it)Naoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02739730497281456248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4582969572622650388.post-88600876167282055572009-12-22T13:17:00.000-08:002009-12-22T19:47:16.630-08:00Look! A Distraction!I recently got <em>Supernatual</em> season 1. It is awwwwwesome! ^^ I has a new favorite pairing. -hearts- I worked on <em>Bondage Isn't Free</em> the other night, but the plot line skewed itself sideways when Evan decided he wanted to have sex with Lucius in the middle of his living room... Sadly, I had to put a stop to it. With that edition (which I will edit some later) I am only two parts away from finishing it (finally!!).<br /><br />I still have to write two chapters for <em>Duskborn</em> by Friday though. I want to finish one by tonight though and have it posted for <em>Duskborn</em>'s birthday! (Happy Birthday <em>Duskborn</em>!) Then I need to finish <em>CinderAllen</em> for all those who have been so nicely waiting on me.<br /><br />Arg! Too much fanfiction to write, so little time. ;-;<br /><br />I only have like another 20 icons to do before I finish my first batch and can have it posted. Maybe like the 26th?<br />I also have to redo this girl's logo because I don't own the computer I did it on originally, so I don't have the file in order to make a smaller version.<br /><br />-sigh- Off to do more work... Wish me luck and fast fingers please people. T-TNaoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02739730497281456248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4582969572622650388.post-59355871112958024832009-12-18T15:29:00.000-08:002009-12-18T17:02:31.528-08:00Slashy Conversion and IconsMwah-ha-ha! I have succeded in converting Caits to the Star Trek slash fandom. ^^ Which means, I'll probably get roped into doing a few Star Treck oneshot-y things for Spock/Kirk. I'm anxious about trying any of them thou'.<br /><br />*ahem* NEON GENESIS EVANGELION IS FREAKIKNG AWESOME!!<br /><br />:) Cait said she had never seen it before, so I had to show her ep.24 so she could see the adorableness that is Kaworu/Shinji. Then, we watched Death and Rebirth and Cait got to see the confusingness that is the Orange Crush of souls. XD I still don't know the name of it, but it looks like Orange Crush!<br />Cait and I were almost crying during the 63 second static shot. "You know it's true love when it takes 1.03 minutes to kill someone." (from an icon I found, and so true ;-;) I have some new baby plunnies hopping around for some oneshots, but I'm leaving them alone for now until I finish everything I had promised for Christmas.<br /><br />On that note, I've been working on <em>Bondage Isn't Free</em> today, and omg, it's so much fun. ^^ Evan Rosier is a joy to write. It's about half-way through and I think I can get it done tomorrow and posted on Dreamwidth. My current sticking point is the rape/kill scene I have to write...and I've never written smut before. Then I get to write voyueristic masturbation. ^^;; I may have to wait until Monday to upload it so I can get Evynn to beta it for me.<br /><br />I've been attempting to get into iconing for the past three days. I made like 20 in one night and another 30 the next day. ^^ Cait likes them, so they can't be too bad... I still have some Casshern screencaps I haven't used yet; I'll be waiting until after I iconize the rest of them, then I'll be doing a batch post on LJ for everything. I also have some Vassalord, Okane ga Nai, and Advent Children icons I've made. (screencapping is a tiring process, omg. it took at least as much time to screencap the scenes as it would have to just watch the movie!)<br />On the illustration front, Snape is still being a bit of a whore, and Eorin is still being shamelessly molested by Harius. (X3 Does it count as sexual harassment when they're imaginary?)Naoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02739730497281456248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4582969572622650388.post-47772428587429262442009-12-13T12:12:00.000-08:002009-12-13T12:33:28.557-08:00Crack PlotsSo...still haven't finished my History final due today. T-T For some reason, I just can't concentrate on it. Stupid Crusades and stupid bubonic plague.<br /><br />I did unearth some rather fun plots I had planned a while ago, but never really got around to writing. Unfortunantly, I don't think that my history teacher would take a slashy-filled fanfiction in place of a 5 page paper on European history. Hmm...maybe if I did a Count Cain/Kuroshitsugi piece?<br /><br /><br /><strong>A Sample of the Randomness that is Naoi's brain!</strong><br /><br /><em>Kyo Kara Maoh!: </em><br />When Yuuri first gave him the Demon Stone, Yozak thought it was a bribe. Just something to keep the spy in Yuuri's good graces. Little did he know that Yuuri was giving him something other than just the Demon Stone that night.<br /><br />Shori knew something was going on with his brother; most likely something to do with that stupid Demon World Bob wanted Yuuri to rule. Desperate for answer that Yuuri refuses to give him, Shori corners his little brother's best friend. However, what he gets may be more than just information.<br /><br />Morig is jealous of how much Conrad means to Yuuri, and decides to find out just how special the half-human really is. Leading him down a dark passageway, he then proceeds to have his wicked way with Conrad. However, Morgif didn't expect to actually find anything special at all with the man, so what happens when he decides he wants to do it again, only with a willing Conrad this time?<br /><br /><em>Harry Potter: </em><br />James didn't mean for it to happen. It was only supposed to be a one-night stand brought on by Lily's death. He never meant to have sex with Sirius of all people, and he definantly never meant for the man to get pregnant.<br /><br />Snape was only supposed to be making a withdrawl from the bank. How the hell did he wind up locked in one of the vaults with a Gringotts employee? Especially when the Gringotts employee was Bill Weasley.<br /><br />Many of these are one-shot type fics, something I haven't done a lot of before. However, that also means I will have some new fics to post on my LJ since I don't like the idea of posting a chapter at a time of an epic length fic there. That's what my FF account is for.<br />Flitter! Cait never got her KKM b-day fic... Guess that means she's getting a ton of stuff on Christmas then what with the TGIO presents from NaNo, belated b-day gifts, actual Christmas pics/fics, and the other stuff I'm planning that she'll probably kidnap anyways. ^^<br /><br />-sigh- I don't suppose anyone want to type up a History final for me? (and why is it always History?!) Anyone? *crickets* Well dang. 'Nuff procrastinating, I'm off to write another 4 pages on my final before tonight. -wince- Wish me luck!Naoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02739730497281456248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4582969572622650388.post-56618920211842501972009-12-11T13:21:00.000-08:002009-12-11T13:32:03.965-08:00Fic previewYay! I just got one of those fancy 'Retro Pack 2' card packs for YGO. (For those unaware, the retro packs are the rereleasing of some of the old YGO cards with new art. They are freaking awesome.) I managed to get my hands on a Brain Control and Magician of Dark Chaos.<br />Now I just have to restructure my decks so all the new cards I want to add in flow with everything else I have. I still want a Water Magician card, but I'll probably just have to buy that one on Amazon or something.<br /><br />This is a small piece of a planned fic for a Naruto/YGO crossover. I have about five chapters written so far, but plan on writing at least another five before posting it. I may also just rearrange the plot so it turns into a normal Naruto story. Not sure; it all depends on how cooperative Isis is.<br /><br />----------------------------------------------<br />“Am I dead?” Naruto asked uncertainly as he stared around himself at a field of whiteness. He gently reached out to try and touch something when a voice started him into falling backwards.<br />“No you baka.” it said. He looked around, confused by the fact that the voice seemed to come from the direction of his stomach. “If you were dead, I’d be free from here. Do you know how bad this place can smell?”<br />“Who are you?” Naruto asked a little fearfully.<br />“I am the Great Kyuubi no Kitsune!” it announced with pride, using a bit of its chakra to form a small manifestation.<br />“You mean… you’re the one who attacked the village!” Naruto scuttled backwards comically, trying to escape the voice.<br />“Yes pitiful child, I attacked that incompetent hole you call a village.”<br />Naruto looked around perplexed. “But I thought the 4th Hokage killed you?” The small boy was now completely confused.<br />“Ha! As if a human could ever kill me! The most powerful youko alive!”<br />Naruto sniffed pathetically. “Why did you attack Konoha?” he asked softly.<br />Kyuubi scoffed. “The foolish mortals abused the contracts of the summons.” When Kyuubi saw he had the boy’s attention he continued, slightly surprised that the dead last in school would be interested in this.<br />“Long ago, I was in charge of making sure that the human did not abuse the power of the summoned animals.”<br />“What are summoned animals?” Naruto asked.<br />“They are creatures called from another dimension to fight alongside the summoner. There are many different types of summon animals which include dogs, toads, slugs, monkeys, and,” Kyuubi literally hissed out the next word, “snakes.”<br />“What’s wrong with snakes?” the blonde asked timidly. Somewhat worried he had upset one of the only people who had been nice to him. ‘Well, maybe not exactly a person.’ he amended.<br />“Originally, they were one of the greatest summon animals. However, a few years ago, I received word that a mortal man had been corrupting their line. I went to investigate these claims, but when I showed up at your village” he spat the last word out “they attacked me. Some of them even summoned the animals I had sworn to protect and forced them to fight, even when they tried to refuse. This enraged me further and I attacked the humans.”<br />Kyuubi let out a sigh. “Eventually one of them summoned Gamabunta, the toad boss. He then used an advanced jutsu to seal me inside of you.”<br />“Me?” Naruto squeaked.<br />“Yes.” Kyuubi said chuckling. “He needed a new born child to seal me into, because I am so powerful, I would kill anyone else. Do you understand now why the others stare with eyes filled with hate and revenge?” He laughed at that.<br />“Then, it wasn’t me they were yelling at?” he asked as his face scrunched up in concentration. “But that’s not fair!”<br />“Of course, that’s -” Kyuubi started.<br />“You were trying to help!”<br />“Huh?”<br />“Then they call you all those mean names!” The great youko was now totally confused. ‘He’s sticking up for me? After what they have done to him?’<br />“I’m so sorry! You must have been so lonely!” Naruto suddenly lunged forward and grabbed ahold of the fox apparition in front of him. He squeezed him tightly in a hug. “All those people yelling at you. That’s just so mean.” The short blonde sniffed and started to cry into the fox’s fur.<br />Kyuubi awkward licked a few of the tears away. “Why are you crying?” he asked quietly.<br />“Because you won’t. You act all big and mean, but you’re really sad that everyone is mad at you for trying to do your job.” He rubbed his face into Kyuubi’s fur and let his tears soak into the dark red coat.<br />After a few minutes, his crying stopped. “I don’t see why they thought you were evil. I’ve seen some pictures of Boss Summons and they’re just as big as you.” he sniffed again as his tears started to dry.<br />“Hey!” Kyuubi shouted, not sure whether he should be pleased or insulted. He opted for pleased because it made him feel better.<br />All of a sudden, Naruto grimaced and a slid across the floor a few feet. “Itai!”<br />“What happened?” Kyuubi asked, worried about what had happened to his host.<br />“I think someone just hit me. Dang, I was just getting used to being dead too.”<br />“You weren’t dead baka!”<br />---------------------------------------<br /><br />And there you have it. A snippet from the middle of the first chapter!<br />Any comments? Love/Hate/Indifferent?Naoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02739730497281456248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4582969572622650388.post-69697034895448753302009-12-11T12:26:00.000-08:002009-12-11T13:21:38.603-08:00Crossovers from the galaxy beyond...NaNo finally ended (thank god!). I finished with 53/50K (aka, I won!) I'm currently in the process of a lot of editing, some plot-filling, and doing more illustrations. ^^<br /><br />Since then, I've managed to once again lose myself in the realm of fanfiction! (ah, the water's so sweet and warm xp) Being my curious self, I went browsing and managed to stumble across the strange and yet delightful realm of YGO/SG-1 crossovers. Aaaand OMG are Bakura and Daniel not the hottest thing since toast. (hehe... H.I.N.T. ...hehe) There should seriously be more action between these two. Sadly, I have only watched, maybe, a fifth of the SG-1 series, so I am like totally lost as I sit here and fangirl over this stuff.<br />After YGO, I went through and found NCIS, HP, House M.D. (which Failed), and other crossovers with SG-1. At the conclusion of much searching, I have decided that the SG-1 crossover universe is severly lacking. SERIOUSLY lacking. It should be crime how few good fics there are out there.<br />And for another thing, why is that there are only like 3 types of HP/SG-1 crossovers? Either Harry becomes a super-powerful memeber of SG-1 (resulting in an epic-length fic), Harry is Daniel (which is actually realy cool), or Harry and Jack end up together and mpreg ensues. (I'm refusing to read the Harry/Sam fics on principle as a slash fan-atic) Can't anyone come up with a decent new idea?<br /><br />Another crossover set that is lacking in good stories is DN/YGO. They're all crap. At least any that I can find are. It's so sad since everything is almost set up for a great crossover.<br /><br />Like Weiss Kreuz and Harry Potter! Omg, I so wanna read a good one of those. Does no one else see the similarites between Nagi and Harry? Messy black hair, green eyes, telekinetic/magical powers. Has no one else seriously noticed this?! It's almost written-out in plain sight for you people!<br /><br />I'm also debating starting a new crossover just because the one series pisses me off. YGO/YGO5Ds. 5Ds almost <em>demolishes</em> the basics of the Shadow Realm and the origins of the cards, aka the <em>basis of the whole YGO series!</em> (not to mention they stuck a Jou clone in there in one episode... -_-;;) And Jack Atlas! How dare he rip off the Kaiba coat! It's unforgivable!<br />Basically, (in my fic idea which I am seriously contemplating writing) Yusei (whom I believe can be saved) gets transported to Domino, Japan. There he meets Yugi-tachi and discovers that everything he thought he knew about the cards and the Shadow Realm was all a lie. It's a big wake-up call for the satellite duelist as he struggles to come to terms with his new knowlege, learning the 'old school' way of dueling, and dealing with a new threat against the Earth that he somehow gets wrapped up in, courtesy of knowing Yugi.<br />I'm not sure of the pairings or much anything else yet, but the idea is firmly in my mind.<br /><br /><strong>Help requested!</strong> I'm looking for a specific YGO/HP fic I found awhiiiile ago. I don't remember the name of it, sadly, but I know it was archived on fanfiction.net.<br />Yugi left Japan and was taking care of the three yamis, who had been reborn as children. (and are ever so adorable!)<br />Yugi buys a house somewhere in England and states that it would get confusing talking in three different languages all the time, so he decides that each day they would use a different language. English, Ancient Egyptian, and Japanese if I'm remembering correctly.<br />If you know which story I'm talking about, PLEASE let me know! I've been trying to find it for the past three days!Naoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02739730497281456248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4582969572622650388.post-88414311843220279592009-11-24T12:07:00.000-08:002009-11-24T12:20:35.580-08:00Slash Ahoy!Ok, so my dad got Star Trek 2009 and guilt tripped the whole house into watching it with him. First off, the movie was freaking awesome! <33 Kirk and Spock were totally banging. After the movie, I went and read at least 7 Kirk/Spock fics. They were so cute, awesome, and omg worthy. I also found another nano-er in the group of K/S writers. So yays! ^-^<br />The bad part though was that my grandfather wouldn't STOP TALKING during the movie! OMG! I was about ready to just kick everyone out of the room so I could have my silent fangasms in peace. Urh.<br /><br />Also, on a slightly-random-but-still-important-because-it-is-life-or-death note, my grandfather is clearly not used to driving on the roads around here. He's from Canada. All I can say is that they must have much wider roads and a lot more traffic up there. He was having problems with our 'narrow roads' and kept doing these crazy jump inbetween people to change lanes moves that had my heart in my throat for the first four times before I just zoned it out and thought of new fanfiction ideas.<br />On the better related news front there, I finally broke my 20K word count on NaNo; it's given me my confidence in writing back, so I'll most definantly be upping my fanfiction update schedule when December comes around.<br /><br />And now, enough procrastiniating, I'm off to wrote more of my novel and buy new manga! XD <3Naoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02739730497281456248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4582969572622650388.post-39200368508721353922009-11-20T18:39:00.000-08:002009-11-20T18:58:26.401-08:00Why yes Mr. Panda, I am related to Mr. SlothHistory is spelled very similarly to 'destroy', or 'his toy.' Am I the only one to notice this? Maybe it's because I have a nine page assignment due in four hours that I am noticing all of this...<br />Yay for word padding tricks learned from NaNo! *sigh* As cool as my history teachers initals are, (ZHA, how cool is that?) I can't help but be annoyed at the multiple assignments given to us everyday.<br /><br />Plus, I had an awesome new GW/HP idea today while driving to my write-in. What if Zechs was actually Lucius Malfoy? And Quatre was an amnesiac Draco? XD It's so awesome and I already have the basis of an outline for it written out...but I'm not allowed to think about that until December.<br /><br />Also, I'm a little behind on this, but they found CrazyAboutYugi's hacker. He's from NY apparently. They're trying to sue him for several things and he's been blacklisted by the fanfiction community. Remind me never to upset the puzzleshipping community. They are freaking awesome! <3<br /><br />On more of the homefront news, I still have no idea when my gradfather will be showing up. It's rather...worrying. I don't even have a clue if he's still in Canada or if he's in the US on his way down. Like, right now. >.< It's so stressful! Which means even less is getting done than normal.<br />*sigh* Enough procrastiniating for now, I have a history paper to write. ;_; Any volunteers? No? Damn.Naoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02739730497281456248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4582969572622650388.post-69609412379278317452009-11-18T07:36:00.000-08:002010-01-29T18:18:16.950-08:00Desperate teaserThis is a Harry Potter fanfiction called Desperate that I started during summer semester and lost. I found it again last Saturday and fell in love all over again with the idea.<br /><br />-------------------------------------<br /><br />He sat on top of a giant wooden cross on the edge of a graveyard, wearing only a ragged and faded green tunic. The boy stared as another of the black-robed people walked past his grave. More of them had been showing up the past weeks and it annoyed the boy to no end. They had no respect for the graves, nor the people buried there. The boy hissed softly under his breath as one of the black-robes stepped on top of the graves.<br /><em>They are very stubborn, kali?<br /></em>The boy turned to look at the giant snake that had crawled up the wooden cross while he wasn’t looking. Then again, he was so used to the snake that its approach no longer mattered to him. <em>They are.</em> Slightly elongated fangs poked out from underneath the pale boy’s lips.<br /><em>Shall we go hunting again, kali? They reek of old blood and other’s pain.<br /></em>The boy stared a little longer at the black robed figures retreating off into the house sitting on the edge of the graveyard. His grin widened as he looked up at the moon. He waited several more moments before speaking again. <em>I had a vision of Mother yesterday. He was in pain. I don’t like to watch Father make Mother be in pain, it unsettles me.<br /></em>The snake’s eyes gleamed as it turned its head from the boy to the house the black-robes had disappeared into. The reptile understood his Master’s underlying message and fresh venom began to pool in its fangs. The black-robes would pay the Father’s debt.<br />The boy eventually turned his head back down to the giant snake. <em>Shall we go Kali? Serenity warns us to be careful, but the light of Nothing shall cloak us in vengeance.</em> The boy’s words didn’t even faze the snake, he was used to his Master’s strange prayers and whispers to the dead.<br />Boy and snake easily dropped from the high cross and slipped into the shadows of the gravestones.<br /><br />-----------------------------------<br />No, the boy is not Harry in case you thought that. He's something else. I'll give either a fanfic oneshot or a fanart drawing to anyone who can figure out what/who he is.<br /><br />This is just the begining of the first chapter and the rest of it should be done within the next month.<br />Comments, questions? Love? Hate?Naoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02739730497281456248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4582969572622650388.post-74146431748780615572009-11-18T06:54:00.000-08:002009-11-18T07:14:34.884-08:00CasshernSo, I had to go on an art trip with my stupid art class yesterday. It sucked. Majorly. >.<<br /><br />On a positive note (and the reason for the name of this post), I watched a Japanese movie called <em>Casshern</em> on the way to the museum. It was freaking awesome! I also came up with a few new plunnies for the movie while I was watching it. ^^ Unfortunantly, I have to put those ideas on hold until NaNo is over. I also saw several points where I could screen cap some good icon bases. I'm still a novice at iconing, but Cait likes what I've done so far, so maybe I don't completely suck? I'll probably end up doing the icons later on this week and making a post on my LJ for them.<br />And the most amazing part of <em>Casshern</em>? The themesong was written and sung by UTADA HIKARU!! <3 I didn't even realize it until the ending when they played it as the credits rolled by. When I found out it was her too, I freaked out and was all hyper and excited. Which was rather awkward because it happened on a (red!) school bus filled with old people who had no clue what I was talking about. Hehe...<br /><br />And I couldn't leave you guys without recommending a new fanfiction could I? This is another GW/HP (because I am now officially obssessed):<br />ID: 4043045 - <strong>A Persian's Tale</strong><br />- Abandoned in London by the Dursely's with fifty pounds to his name and no desire to lodge in a Leaky filled to the brim with Light hostile patrons, who would've thought running from a mugging would find him living in luxury as a cat...<br />- <em>Just from the summary, I wouldn't have really wanted to read it. But considering I had read just about all the other GW/HP stories, I thought 'what the hell' and gave it a try. It was awesome! It was really fun to read Harry as a cat, especially since the author writes in such a way as to make it fun and easy to read. A definant recommendation.</em><br /><br />And now, off to type more of my novel before wallowing in despair over how little I actually have completed...Naoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02739730497281456248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4582969572622650388.post-86223061724574090282009-11-13T08:32:00.001-08:002009-11-13T08:36:51.368-08:00Fic previewThis is a Harry Potter fanfic I started a few months ago before NaNo and I was debating continuing it. The basis is that Harry has been 'trained' by an evil lord named Lord Arcus. His Hogwarts letter arrives and Harry is given the chance to go to school. How will Hogwarts react to this Perfect Soldier? (sorry Heero, I had too! XD)<br /><br />-------------------------------<br /><br />“No hesitation now, boy.”<br />The sharp voice cut through Harry’s thoughts and he wordlessly raised his hand and drove the knife it held into the body in front of him. Glazed emerald eyes gazed into the fading blue ones in front of him.<br />“Very good.” the voice purred in dark tones as a hand snaked around Harry’s shoulders to grasp his neck. “You have done so well; I shall allow you to ask for a favor.” Long nails drug themselves across the pulse that was beating underneath the pale skin. “What do you want?”<br />Harry shivered slightly as the breath of the man behind him washed over the shell of his ear. The seductive tones dragged him further into his mind and he lost hold of reality for a few seconds.<br />“A favor…” his voice was thin from disuse and scratched against his throat.<br />The man behind him chuckled at the childish repetition of his words. “Yes, what do you want? I shall give you a prize,” his voice lingering on the last word.<br />Harry’s eyes dropped to the floor and the dead body in front of himself. Blood flowed from the hole in its chest and matted its hair to its head. Absently, the thought surfaced that the man was probably not a natural blonde. Harry could see the brown roots and felt the strangest urge to laugh at the dead man for being so conforming.<br />The hand at his neck was joined by soft lips at the man behind him became impatient. “Well my pet? What do want?” Unspoken, the lips on his neck also showed that if Harry didn’t give an answer soon, he wouldn’t be able to. Allowing a small smile at the ministrations, Harry let himself relax and his thoughts flow free.<br />“An owl…” The man stilled and let Harry gather his wandering thoughts. “There was an owl. Cain ate it for breakfast. It had a letter on it.” Harry swallowed and moistened his lips. He hadn’t talked this much in a while now. “It asked,” he paused as a coughing fit overcame him. “It said that,” Harry doubled over and coughed again. Lifting a hand to his mouth, he tried to keep from swallowing his tongue. Cool hands wrapped around his bent waist and a face nuzzled into his back. He could faintly hear soft words spoken against his skin. The breath of the man behind him warmed his shirt and Harry tried to slow his coughing.<br />Calming down, Harry moved his hand and spit out a mouthful of blood. He straightened slowly and tensed his muscles to keep from shaking in pain.<br />“Quiet, my pet. You’ll be fine soon. Quoin’s poison is still in your veins it seems. Now, you said a letter came by owl this morning. Just nod.” Harry nodded weakly and the man pulled Harry’s head back until it rested on his shoulders. “Well then, I take it you want me to respond in a pleasing manner to this letter?” Harry nodded again and suppressed another coughing fit that threatened to overtake him. “Calm down. If you die, you are of no use to me.” Harry cringed at the words and tried to pull forward out of the embrace.<br />“Sit!” A hand grabbed him roughly by the head. “I did not say to move, so don’t.” Growled out, the words instantly froze Harry. “Good.” The hand softened its hold and stroked his hair. “Such a pretty head my pet.”<br />Showing surprising strength, the man lifted Harry’s frail body up and walked out the door into the stone corridors underneath the castle. Harry curled into the man carrying him and clenched his hands into his own robes. He felt the man start up the steps into the main part of the castle. He smiled and twisted his head to try to bury his head into the man’s neck.<br />A deep chuckle came through the chest that Harry was resting on. “Cling all you like for now my pet. I shall find this letter of yours while you go and talk to Quoin about your throat.”<br />Harry nodded vaguely, his thoughts floundering again.<br /><br />-------------------------------<br /><br />Aaaand that's all I'm giving you. So, what do you guys think? Love it? Hate it?Naoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02739730497281456248noreply@blogger.com0