Crossover - TF/HP: The Theft

[silberstreif]

Title: The Theft

Beta: Starfire201 - who managed to take this piece to "readable". ^^
Continuity: AU/ Bayverse
Rating: PG
Characters: Harry Potter, Allspark, Optimus Prime, Jazz, Megatron is mentioned
Note: Written for the tf_speedwriting Genre week. Now, I kind of regret the 2 hours limit... it was as if a floodgate had been opened. :)

Summary: Harry Potter can feel something calling him. After years, he follows the hum to the US, and finally to the Hoover Dam.



Crossover: The Theft

Peace. It was a single, simple word, but you only realised its sheer beauty if you had the misfortune to know the darker brother, war. Still, peace had come, Voldemort was dead, and the wizarding world was taking the first hopeful steps to a brighter future again.

Some things were rebuilt within days and weeks. Diagon Alley, Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic all returned to what they had been. Other things took longer and only scarred, instead of healing. Wizards and witches were missing, others were buried and mourned and only now the horrifyingly large scale of destruction the Dark Lord's regime of terror wrought became truly known.

In-between all of it was Harry Potter.

The Chosen One. The hero. The Man who lived and lived and saved them all.

And, as they whispered in quiet corners, behind hands and away from the light: The man who became more. Who had been seen with a special wand. With a cloak. With a stone. The man who defeated death too often to be normal.

Harry Potter ignored these rumours and instead threw himself into the rebuilding. He attended funerals, was at unveilings, calmed discussions with reasonable words. He was there at the trials, and if he wasn't, his best friends Ron Weasley or Hermione Granger were there in his stead.

But when no one looked, when he was alone, he simply stood and breathed and looked to the west as if searching for something. Listening.

The wizarding world rebuilt. And Harry Potter became restless. Something was calling him, softly, but steadily. He felt it in his bones, in his magic. It vibrated through his soul. It was light and life and love.

And in pain.

For two years he ignored it. Then, in the third year, he searched for the origin. And then, he travelled to the United States of America, officially with the mission to rebuild the ties between their magical governments. Unofficially, he was searching for something else entirely.

Two months of talking. One month of travelling with other wizards to get to know the beautiful country better.

One visit to the Hoover Dam.

And nothing was as it had been.

~

It was the Allspark. Eternal. Great. It was and would be and always had been.

It was.

And yet… things were changing. Something had disturbed the balance, had cast the Allspark out of its chosen resting place and into the cold, cold space.

It was the Allspark. And it was mighty. But the space was so empty and it yearned to create, to make it more than it was. Then, it felt a small planet. Hot inside, full of energy and potential and the possibility of life.

And there was life.

It fell.

It was.

This little, young planet was teeming with life and the Allspark touched it. Carressed it. Formed it. Made it more and mightier. Gave it the spark of awareness, the spark of intelligence. And it was happy when it saw that the spark grew to a flame.

Humans, they called themselves. The Allspark loved them, flighty and changing as they were. So fast and young. So much potential…

But then the balance shift caught up. An old spark of his came, dark and twisted. In sudden panic, the Allspark did what it never had done before and attacked at the last moment. Yet, the Allspark was life and light and giving and never, ever death, destruction, hurt.

Megatron only crashed. And the Allspark was again.

Until its sweet humans came, and took it from its resting place. Touched it. Took life. Formed it. Didn't understand the sparks they were gifted with. Didn't love them – and so they killed the sparks. Again and again.

The Allspark was weeping.

But it was old and mighty and knew change would come. Because that was the way of life and in the end, balance would always be restored.

Balance was restored.

Death had grown too strong, too destructive, too vast, has looked for a vessel. For something capable of bringing change and control. Death who had seen the Allspark's newest creations and also saw the potential.

But it was Death and so it had to wait, until one of the little sparks offered himself up to Death and proved itself capable.

The Allspark and Death were patient. They waited.

Until a little spark came, a soul bright and always fighting. A soul who mourned the lives lost, and fought against the imbalance. A soul who walked towards certain death with hope.

Death took the chance and gave this little spark the gift of mastery over his own Death. And in return over his own life. It seemed little, but in the grand scale of things the little soul became a wild card, a spark closer to the gods than to anything else. It didn't know it yet, but the stage of its life had changed.

Harry Potter had become the Master of Death.

It called.

~

Harry Potter stared at Hoover Dam. It was massive, gigantic even, and slightly intimidating in its size. But what really made his breath catch was the constant hum he felt. It was loud here and it seemed unfathomable that no one besides him seemed to notice.

But the witch at his side, a Muggleborn one but then the differences didn't seem as big here in the States, just chatted on and on about the building and the 31st President Herbert Hoover and the canyon it was situated in – the Black Canyon.

"It's a very impressive building, Clarice," he assured her with a smile. "Pity we can't get nearer."

Clarice, who had reminded him a bit of Hermione, just with blond hair and a wider smile, brightened: "But we can! If you're interested, Harry, we can join one of the tours," she offered. "Or you can just cross over it with a car."

"A tour sounds fantastic. And besides, I'm afraid I don't have a driver's license." Not that just crossing over it would be enough. No, he needed to get inside.

She nodded understandingly. "Of course, you don't really need it in the UK, right? But here, people would just ask how you live without a car. It's necessary." She waved a wand and looked at the time. "The next tour starts in twenty minutes. Let's join in, yes? I haven't been here since I was… oh, I guess ten years old?"

Harry just had to respond to her barely hidden joy. "Well, then it's time to do the tour again, right?"

The tour was booked out and there were Muggles everywhere. Most had cameras with them and Harry and Clarice fit in quite well. Still, Harry cast a Notice-Me-Not charm on them both from the very beginning just as a precaution. Of course, they paid for the tickets anyway, but war had taught him to be better prepared than sorry. This way, they wouldn't be missed too fast, should something happen.

The tour guide, an elderly man with white hair and big gestures, made the tour into a real experience with jokes and funny anecdotes. Clarice's attention had locked onto him in the very beginning and since then hadn't wavered.

Harry's on the other hand… he could barely remember a single word said. With every step, the hum had gotten stronger and stronger. He felt it his bones, in his teeth, in his brain. He wanted to sing along and was only a bit surprised to notice that his hands had begun to tremble.

It was here.

He could feel it. Its call. Its song.

Another step. The hum became weaker. No! He stopped and glanced at Clarice who continued on as if nothing had happened. Then, he looked at the chattering tourists, who also seemed undisturbed. Determination filled him, he had come too far to give up now.

He took a step back. Yes. This was it. Here was he nearest to it. All around them was grey concrete, lights, signs, but nothing special. Only a hallway.

Harry breathed. And then made a decision.

A fast invisible spell later, he turned around and ran back, searching for a door. For something.

~

Finally.

The Allspark was patient. Ancient. But time and life were always touching and time was running out.

But now he came, the little spark touched by death. So near…

~

There was nothing. No door. No hint to where the hum came from. His group was nowhere in sight anymore, but he already heard the chatter of the next one echoing against the bare walls.

Harry looked around. There had to be a hint, a clue, something. His hand touched the rough wall made out of cold concrete. The air was clammy, a reminder that they were near water.

Was he missing something?

Then he felt it, the hum in the concrete. The wall. He knelt down and touched the floor. It nearly vibrated against his hand. With widening eyes, he realised that the hum was in the whole dam. So, whatever he searched for was connected to the dam.

Just what were the Muggles doing here? He was very sure that the Ministry of Magic of the United States had no idea of this. He gritted his teeth. He could just join the next group, say he got a bit lost. Or, he could do something reckless, stupid, and very, very dangerous.

He smiled as the answer became clear. When had he ever done the safe thing? And besides, he knew that Ron and Hermione would support him in his choice. They would grumble, and argue, but support him.

He wished they were here.

Then, he apparated towards where only water should be.

~

He was coming.

The Allspark pulsed. Change would come, was coming.

Was here.

~

He landed.

With more luck than anything else, not in a wall or a human. Or something else. But also not in the water, which should have been here, if he had read the maps outside right. Harry smiled grimly as he concluded that he was now nearer to whatever the Muggles were hiding here.

The room he was in seemed to be an office of all things. Bureaucracy always seemed to rule life, no matter how evil or secret. A desk stood right at his hip, on it a very new looking computer. Behind it was a wall with files. On the opposite wall hung a poster of a cat playing with wool and the caption of: 'Never give up.' Very fitting.

Quietly, Harry sneaked to the door and pressed his ear against it. No noise on the other side. He breathed, gathered his courage, and opened it. Another hallway, looking no different than the one he had just been in. Only this one shouldn't exist.

He stepped out and concentrated. Yes, there it was. The hum was to the right side of his body.

Opening his eyes, he started jogging. Soon, someone would notice him missing. Clarice would no doubt panic. After all, she would've lost one visiting diplomatic wizard and war hero. He hoped that she wouldn't get into too much trouble… But the Muggles were a problem too. In the last several years they had developed new technology after new technology, so who knew when they would notice that he was where he shouldn't be. That someone had broken into one of their secret facilities.

Voices around a corner had him stop cold and look for a hiding place. But there were only doors and who knew what lay behind them. He pressed against the wall and hoped that they would not come towards him – and if they did that the spell would do its job.

"And the newest experiments?" asked a male voice.

"A success, sir. We could create three at the same time," was the answer of another male person, who sounded very excited. "It's a breakthrough!"

A female voice added a bit more neutrally: "The energy is now much more stable. We are not exactly sure what has changed in the last few years, but it
has helped us immensely."

"Very good." The steps came nearer. "Anything new on N.B.E. 01?"

"Well," said a second female. "Nothing good, sir. We think it might be aware."

Silence. And the steps stopped for a moment. Harry closed his eyes.

"Aware?! And you're only telling me this now?"

"Sir, the signs are inconclusive," the woman defended herself. "And even if it is, it can't do anything as long as it remains frozen."

"Right … And you're sure of that?"

"Very."

"At least that's something. Now, what about the radiation experiments on N.B.E. 01?"

The steps were growing quieter and quieter. Harry couldn't understand the answer anymore, but he wasn't quite sure he wanted to. Experiments? Creating something? Aware? He had a bad, bad feeling suddenly and hoped very much that he was wrong. They weren't experimenting on something magical here… right? If they were, he couldn't even imagine the consequences. There would be more than enough wizards calling for blood and revenge.

A part of him just wanted to flee. Better not to disturb this nest of trouble. But really, if they kept something, anything captive here and used it for experiments, wasn't it his duty to free it? He couldn't just leave it here to these people.

He turned the corner and started running again. The hum was now so strong, so encompassing, that it guided him down the hallways and doors without fail.

Then, he stood in front of a large door, which didn't open automatically.

He simply apparated again. After all, one could apparate towards known locations – or towards location you could triangulate very well. No wizard had any
difficulties to apparate to the other side of a door. Or wall, as proven ten minutes before.

The temperature on this side was colder. And the hum had turned into a song. No, a hymn.

He opened his eyes.

He was in a nearly empty room, full of technology and desks. In the middle of it was a translucent box and in it… three small, grey bodies, made of metal and cables. They didn't move and he realised with horror that these were the experiments the scientist had spoken of. Created such a short time ago and already dead. Whatever they were, they had deserved something better. Poor little things… But he was aware that his time was running out and for them he could do nothing anymore.

He forced his eyes to leave the bodies – the dead babies – and follow the pipes above the box… towards it. For a long moment, he forgot to breathe. He had found it.

It was big, massive, and yet smaller than he had expected. It was a cube. Seemingly metallic and decorated with strange signs and maybe words. And yet…

Yet… he could feel it. This was not a dead object. This was alive. No, even more… he could feel it, but not understand it. It was as if he was missing the words needed to describe it.

Unconsciously, he stepped forward. Then again. And again. Raised a hand to touch it.

"Hello," he whispered. "What do you want from me?"

His fingers touched the metal.

Death touched life.

Change.

The Allspark changed.

With wide eyes, Harry Potter could only stare as the cube which had seemed too small before, folded in onto itself. Becoming even smaller. More Potent.

Around him, alarms began to howl. Red lights flashed. But Harry could only stare in awe as the cube changed. And fell into his hands.

A soft hum went through him. A 'hello'. A 'I've waited for you'. And so much more.

He smiled, as something deep inside of him became peaceful. All was as it should be as he cradled the cube against himself. "I'm here now."

And he would protect it. After all no creature, especially when it was so obviously magical, deserved to be an experiment and to have its children killed. No doubt, the other wizards once they knew would agree.

“We’ll protect you.”

~

The Allspark was.

~

When the guards stormed the room, Harry Potter had already vanished.

And with him, the cube.

In a room further away, N.B.E. 01 was howling.

Somewhere deep in space, Optimus Prime looked up from the datapads before him when he felt a change in the Matrix.

"Optimus?" asked his lieutenant, Jazz.

Optimus shook his head and walked towards the map in the middle of the room. It showed the stars and planets where they had already searched for the Allspark. "Here," he said and pointed to a small planet far outside their route. "Let's fly towards this one."

"Not to argue, OP," Jazz said and leaned back in his chair, looking at him calculatingly. "But at the angle it has left Cybertron, there is nearly no chance that the Allspark would have landed on Planet 3235-0234."

"I know. And yet it is there." He just knew. "I'm certain."

Jazz stared at him, and for a moment even Optimus wasn't able to read the thoughts of his friend through the visor. Then finally, Jazz nodded:

"Okay, ya're the Prime." He stood up and walked towards the command room of the Ark. "Mechs! New coordinates!"

Optimus, meanwhile, sighed and stared at the little planet that had just became so important. For aeons he hadn't felt the Allspark or the Matrix anymore. Part of him had believed their race to be abandoned by Primus… until now.

It gave him hope.

 ~silber

Comments

[zatnik.livejournal.com]

ooh, I'm amazed at what you can do in two hours.

I'm randomly imagining Harry and Skywarp having a teleportation contest, now. I think I'm over tired. :P

[silberstreif.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I really used every single minute of those 2 hours.

*lol* That would be a sight! Or Skywarp meeting the Weasley twins... mischief just got intergalactical.

There are so many awesome possible scenes... Just what would the boggart of Optimus turn into? Or Megatron? Starscream? Would that Seeker see a mini-Megatorn - or something else entirely?

[zatnik.livejournal.com]

Himself, only ugly.

[ladyanatar.livejournal.com]

Wish granted! Well, partially. Kenya Starflight came out with four oneshots, and while they're mostly focused on Fred, George, Sunstreaker, and Sideswipe, they do meet Skywarp in the second story. In order, the fics are "Four's a Crowd," "Double the Fun," "For Love of the Game," and "Stronger Than Magic." Here's her profile link:

https://www.fanfiction.net/u/170713/Kenya-Starflight

Now that my message has been delivered, I really enjoyed this fic! You got an older-and-wiser Harry pretty much spot on, and I find the idea of the poor guy getting tossed this responsibility absolutely fascinating.

Oh, and I too am impressed that you managed to pound this out within the time limit. (Man, I have got to start speedwriting again...) I don't suppose that you have any follow ups planned?

[silberstreif.livejournal.com]

I read the first, so funny! Thank you for linking it, I hadn't known it before and it is so readworthy. Those two twin sets make a hilarious cast!

Thanks. :) I would write more in a hearbeat, but I am currently occupied with a few other projects. Still, I love both fandoms so the change is high I just write more.
And those two fandoms just have both so much potential...

I was impressed by myself as well. ^^ In the end I had 10 minutes left, which I used to correct a few sentences, but that was all.

I would love to see you speedwriting again. It's always fun and really productive often.

[ladyanatar.livejournal.com]

My pleasure! I totally agree, and Kenya is an excellent authoress.

Aside from the fact that I rarely get bitten by sequel!bunnies, I understand the conundrum. If you do manage to write more, I'll be happy to read it!

Since I'm not sure if it's specifically stated in the rules or not (ignorance is bliss!), I personally consider "finishing touches" and "final polishing" to be something I can do after time's up. Part of that is my perfectionist tendencies, and part of it is philanthropy; I'm not going to subject readers to something I'm not satisfied with.

Well, I'm definitely planning on starting again; there are even a few old prompts that I will eventually post, come Hell or high water. I just have a bunch of other stuff that I have to/would rather do instead, like RL and the forty-odd plunnies already hopping through my head.

[silberstreif.livejournal.com]

Very excellent. :) *reading through the third piece at the moment*

Usually I'm not that much a sequel person too. But Aftermath just... exploded into a whole universe, where everyone had a story to tell. So I'm still contemplating of writing all those personal stories seperated, or to just throw it all down and go epic.

I do some finishing touches afterwards too, but mostly try to avoid it. I try to use speedwriting as a method to be more satisfied with what I write. :/ Usually I'm always like: No, this is not perfect,and this isn't and look at that, this has to be rewritten entirely!

Old prompts can be addicting. I love to read them too. Forty-odd plot bunnies, those I know. And they keep multiplying.

[skylar-matthews.livejournal.com]

This was neat, and if more comes when you have time I would totally check it out. That's not pressuring mind you, simply stating. Oddly the thing that most amused me is how willing Harry was to use Apparation. He never did like it much in the books... (Well, in the American edition.)

[silberstreif.livejournal.com]

Oh thanks! :) I really love both verses and I wanted to try this was of crossing them seemingly forever. I might write a TF/HP crossover again, but I will try a bit of a different twist.
Ever wondered how the magical government would react to aliens? And especially the cube?
No pressuring, really, I took it as a compliment. ^^
Mmh, I always thought that Harry was so wary because in the 6th year he was still learning it and in the 7th year it was very dangerous to apparate.

[skylar-matthews.livejournal.com]

While I'd love to see more of this verse another twist could be fun too so whatever you wanna do.

That's good. I generally make all comments at face value, unless it's something I'm specifically trying to avoid answering in which case I'll circle around the topic endlessly. If I really want you to know but don't want to say then I'll bring it up again and hope the other person remembers to stay focused, if I don't want you to know at all you'll think of it again a minimum of 3 days after the conversation and finally realize I never gave you an actual answer. *laughs* My mom hates it but made it so subconscious the best I can do is warn people ahead of time.

Well it's always dangerous because you never really know where you'll end up and you could get stuck in a wall or worse. The way I read it though, and this might be close to direct quotation but I don't know where my books are to pull them out and check for sure, was that he had figured out how to make it work but greatly preferred other methods of travel, like flying or even the Floo powder network. The problem with those during 7, well the Floo powder network runs through the Ministry, which Voldemort controlled, and brooms are both highly conspicuous and known to be Harry's preferred method (also the reason why they moved him from the Dursley's house the way they did, with Hagrid rather than flying himself.) I thought they did actually apparate a lot in 7 though? I know they did in the movies but I can't recall the book offhand. But it would have been one of their safest options; no ways to regulate unless something happened and no way to track.

[silberstreif.livejournal.com]

First, I will probably write other things. :) My harddrive is a graveyard of abandoned projects.

Interesting. I tend to be the other way entirely. I can be blunt to a fault - and expect people to be like that too. So don't expect me to "get" things. xD There is a good chance I might miss them.

Mh, very true. But this is also a few years after, and I expect Harry to get the hand of apparating eventually.
Didn't Voldemort regulate appararing in Book 7? After all, the moment you appareted he knew where you were - which is why the Snatchers found Ron after he appareted away from Hermione and Harry.

By the way... am I the only Ron fan out there?! I know he is not as intelligent as Hermione and as "great" as Harry... but seriously, he keeps up. He goes with Harry on suicide missions, he finds is way back in Book 7 and even is loyal to a fault. When Harry or Hermione needed him he was always there.

[skylar-matthews.livejournal.com]

Don't we all have that though? Well, mine is more a graveyard of titled documents with a few sentences at best but generally just a vague idea of what the plot could be. A few just have inks to the plot bunny because I found a prompt online. There are even some I swear are literally blank documents with /just/ the title and whatever folder it's in to tell me the plot. I also have one notebook somewhere with the only bit of info on the story is "Amelia!" because I wanted to keep my main character's name and actually figured out how to start that piece (original work this time, surprisingly.) Her boss is yelling at her for some reason or other.

I do try for that but when a topic embarrasses me (with reason or not, some times the dumbest thing embarrass me) I tend to switch modes. I'm working on it, but I have a lot of broken coding to fix before I can call myself anywhere remotely close to repaired after everything my family did and this isn't even one of the /bad/ issues.

Apparating is basically teleportation. There is no way to regulate. The Ministry might send people to teach it so they know who knows how but there is no way to keep track of those doing it. The closest they can report is the number of incidents when it goes badly. As I recall the reason Voldemort could find them was because they said his name and there was a spell out to find anyone who said "Voldemort" because only Dumbledore and a handful of others were willing to speak his name at all. Also Ron ran into the Snatchers on accident/bad coincidence I think. I might actually go digging through my boxes I haven't unpacked to find my books and check on this now...

I have my favorites in the minor characters and like all three mains about equally. I am the one person you don't need to preach to about Ron though because I spent a couple years in my first fandom in a thread focused on love for the "comic relief" character in a main cast of four where the other three got massive love and he got none. I literally only joined because it looked like the most sane thread to talk about the series and any characters and they brought up so many good points that I now feel obligated to fight anyone when they call him worthless. So yes, while it's not exactly the same and a different series entirely, I do understand where you're coming from and can appreciate your love for Ron even if I'm closer to 'meh' on all three.

[silberstreif.livejournal.com]

Finally, I have a bit of time and not enough fever that I just keep staring blankly at the screen! Yeah, that more or less were my last few days.

I love such graveyards on the harddrive, they're like a hort of endless insipiration. ^^ Sometimes the title, a word is enough to know everything about the plot, the verse and the characters in it. It's the hint for the brain to remember.

Original work? Sounds interesting. I never really tried myself beyond short stories, but sometimes I just wish I would...

Yeah, if it embarrasses me I often try to switch to. ^^" I hope some day all broken programming is as good as new again.

You're right, Ron had bad luck there. One has to love the craziness of Voldemort to go to that much effort so that people wouldn't speak his own *chosen* name.

Not all love the same characters, but you seem very fair in your assessment. ^^ Seriously sometimes it is as if writers just "drop" certain characters. Which fandom was that one with the threat about the four?

[skylar-matthews.livejournal.com]

Oh honey! That's why you've been gone, so not fun! At least it didn't hit until after you got that big paper/report completed and turned in, hopefully?

Agreed. I do that for all of my plots, just tie everything to one focal point and use that as my reminder of the entire world. Generally it's also the scene that initially draws me into the world, especially if I'm writing from a prompt. The prompt will trigger a scene and then if I poke the scene long enough it'll unfold into an entire plot for me. I've got a couple trying to do that to me lately but I'd rather keep my focus on the three I'm presently in the middle of to complete at least one of those first.

Arguably there's a very thin line to calling it fanfic but the series it was rather heavily inspired from (read: a fic for a canon show that got me thinking) got flipped on its head (semi-literally) and now this new version of the universe exists and only one character from the original canon even exists in the slightest way in the series. Everyone else is entirely my creation and the world has big enough differences to the canon universe that the biggest concession to the old canon can be called a coincidence.

I've read enough verses where using one's name either draws their attention or is a way of claiming power over them so it's not that weird for me. Not to mention the refusal to use his name was based in fear and only those who weren't afraid would say his name at all so it was an easy way to find those brave enough to rebel against what he wanted.

I write and one-on-one roleplay, I need to have a decent grasp on most, if not all, characters for a good plot. Actually my best showing of understanding characters is the ones that actually scare me. Same series, there's one villain I just could not handle that he existed (still sometimes can't) but all my best plots involved him and I usually ended up using those with people even more freaked out than I by him so I took up the part to make sure it was done 'right'. [And now I realise that I've been more broken than I even knew for longer than I noticed, huh... Makes for a good job of writing creepy and evil roles though and maybe getting my bad out that way will keep the rest of me a decent person.] Anyway, the series was an anime called Yuu Yuu Hakusho. The manga started in '95 I believe (maybe '93) and it aired in America through the late 2000s. I personally watched from '04 to '07 or '08, whenever it stopped being played.

[silberstreif.livejournal.com]

Definitely not fun. Today I'm down to a common cold, but yes thankfully it was after the big paper. I really should schedule by now "after exam time, you get sick. Always".

I love scene writing, which evolves to a plot. I was wanted my hero to jump out of a window in front of the whole crew - I wrote four chapters just to have enough plot for that. XD
Only one chara still exists? Your muse was really busy. Impressive.

Very true, I'm reading a book series where it's the same about one's name. It's an interesting and sneaky way to find the rebels.

Sounds like a very... depraved character? What did he do? But evil people make the plot just that much more interesting. ^^ Nothing is more difficult that writing a truly good person.
I don't think writing dark and creepy roles means you're broken, just very creative and intuitive. There are a few writers that managed to freak be out, though, I admit. I just don't think you belong to them. :)
I've heard of the anime, but never watched sadly. I'm just too much a book person to hunt down series that don't really interest me.

[skylar-matthews.livejournal.com]

I offer mint as my cure all while I know a girl who swears by cinnamon. that's so not cool that you get sick after exams, such a bummer way to celebrate being done with testing.

*laughs* Ok, this is a story... So I read a fic that was the aftermath of my favorite character being tortured and how the character he was being shipped with reacted and what he did to the torturers. There was no follow up on whether my favorite recovered or how so I self-inserted a healer character of mine into a slight mental continuation. I do similar sometimes on other fics or even just to try and guess what's going to happen in an ongoing story. Usually there's no self-inserts but this time there was. Anyway, somewhere the scene shifted and even though it was still the same people they were completely new characters. (I think in concepts, not images so I assume their looks are similar but that doesn't actually matter to me, what was important was the feel of the scene was identical.) I held off poking at that scene for a /long/ time (months) but finally I relented and it gave me an entire trilogy of plot. Entirely self-reliant and only as alike to the original canon as any story in the genre is. The only reason it's tentatively fanfic is because right after all this the season finale of that show had a jumping off point that my brain decided was perfect to explain this is a shifted version of that. I'll share when I eventually get it written and you can try and tell me the canon if you want?

What's funny is even now, three years later, I can still find new details. I was replaying a conversational scene a few months ago and had an imp girl literally appear out of nowhere to explain something to the heros (in exchange for a sample of essence) that I had previously decided they could get by x means. She brought with her a whole section of hell creature culture and so she became an actual part of the cast (if only to exist in that scene) and might even pop up in the ending. And all the stuff I find while plotting in my head? That's nothing compared to what I find when I'm actively building the words (by it in text or on paper.) I work best on a subconscious level and have long taken to writing with the mindset of 'this is my end point and this is what I want to have or needs to happen, let's see how we get there, yes?'

The actual character isn't quite as creepy as the fans make him out to be and he doesn't really ever do anything super bad in the series though translations did tone things down... Plus I was a rather impressionable youth (14-15 the first time I saw him) but I did shiver the first time I saw the character and it was only a scene with him walking down a hallway and then talking to a team mate. Nothing creepy even happened! Well, maybe in the conversation but I had shivered long before that.

Oh no, the fact I can write creepy doesn't worry me so much as the fact I do so as easily and well as I do. There is a lot of darkness in my family history too so it's just something I've always been cautious about. Ever hear of "Johnny the Homicidal Maniac"? It's a bunch of comics and they're at least as creepy as they sound. My Jazz first read and loved them when she was only a single digit age and I can freak her out with some of my darker ideas and plots...

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*laughs* Is that a challenge? Someday I'll write up and post some of the dark stuff floating around in my head and we'll see if I can't manage to creep you out. Although granted, that does depend on what actually bothers you. Like me? One of the creepiest things ever is flesh falling off down to the bone and getting to see all the layers fade away and ugh... Otherwise I can't do anything with people sticking their hands into sink drains, sometimes even without the garbage disposal and, well basically visual gore, especially related to everyday sort of occurrences. There are some SPN episodes I need to turn away and block my ears because I just can't. Like that bully one where the kid sticks his hand in the blender? Or the Smith and Wesson episode with the elevator scene? Nope. (And I've known people who did get stuck in elevators like that before, forever ago, and even then it creeped me out even though that most definitely didn't happen.) Thankfully I see these things coming from a mile away but with SPN it's annoying because it gets drawn out so long you get the urge to look back and check and then I tend to end up seeing anyway.

Bummer. It's my absolute favorite anime and the core of where I started learning so much about myself and remains pivotal in my self dissection even though it almost never comes up in actual conversations anymore.

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I love mint. Mint all the way, but cinnamon is good too... My favourite Starbucks drink was a chocolate with mint sirup, cream and cinnamon on top. I loved it! My friends called me crazy. XD

A continuation, self-inset and as a result an entire triology of plots? Your muse is awesome, but probably a bit like non-stop on a sugar-high. ;) Do i have any chance still to recognise the canon? ^^

This creative progress of yours does so explain how you came from the question about unicorns and virgins to an entire story. Not that I mind, at all. ^^ It sounds wonderful and really creative and I kind of envy you.

I'm a lot more structered. I have a few moments, scenes or a concept I want to write about. Aftermath for example I had wondered about the question of guilt and started writing simply with that in mind. What to do if someone is guilty? How far does guilt go? Where is the point that someone shares the guilt? And does guilt matter if a whole society needs justice?
But then I also write moments, emotions, etc. Plots itself I have like a very rough overarching plot which I add and change and ADD how I need it.

That sounds like impressive acting. Was their real actors or an anime? Can I see this scene on youtube or somewhere?

Easy and well... yeah, I can see why you would worry. But you seem to do sweet and light well too?

Mmh, can't say I've heard about "Johnny the Homicidal Maniac". Sounds like very dark, black humour - which is exactly the kind of humour I love. And dry humour. The drier the better.

Challenge... kind of? XD I'm curious to a fault. What does bother me... *thinks* I really don't like mental slavery. Not if he has restrictions or so, but when he's thaught to love his own rapist for example (because it's destiny! Right. Take this curse word.). It makes me angry, freaks me out and I stop reading the fanfic.
But the examples you not I would probably nearly all look away and cover my ears. I do it often. The funny thing though? When I do force myself to watch I don't get those lasting effects others sometimes have after horror movies. So, I'm very sensitive during the movie or the story, but it takes a lot to have long lasting effects.
I think the worst scene for me in SPN was when those two lovers in season 5 started eating each other... but truthfully I *love* that scene too. It's wonderful.
What doesn't freak me out at all are kids. No matter what.

I've you recommend it, maybe I do have to hunt it down anyway. ;)

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I'm not a big fan of cinnamon personally but cool for you.^^ My ssiter (one of them, #3) works in the Starbucks in our local Target and she lets a coworker/friend mix up random concoctions for her all the time so she likes super odd things too.

Based off a one shot h/c fic which dealt more in the torture of the torturers than the 'c'. *laughs* And I should hope you can even pick out the character who survived the transition intact. Annoyingly though, canon did a thing to him later that I had planned to do/have had happen to him in my story and now I'm so annoyed. Surprisingly I'm actually more annoyed it happened in canon because I didn't want it to happen, rather than the fact I only did it to differentiate from the canon further.

How mean is it of me to be just a bit glad? I envy you having a partner who wants to write at least as much as you do when I can barely get mine to even think about plots unless we find ourselves reenacting one or I bring an insanely awesome idea to the table.

Oh how did I just figure this out... Writing/plotting for me is kind of like untangling Christmas lights. I have an idea of how the thing should look when it's done, and can see parts nice and clearly and how certain sections connect to others but right now it's a cluttered mess. So I poke and prod and tug and pull at the first part I can get to come apart and that leads me to what's next. Sometimes I need to stop and poke and pull other areas because the stuff I could see before is now part of the mess and other stuff became visible but what I really need is the part that's literally next in line too. And then sometimes I come to an actual knot, where two, three, four scenes decide to overlap and keep rearranging themselves in my mind and I have to stop and mess with stuff for a long time to make it make sense again. I have one fic that's in the works currently and there was a facing scene, a torture scene and a rescued scene (along with various subscenes that relate but aren't as easy to classify) that did this to me just last week. *laughs* I had had it decided and then the torture bit kept trying to jump in first and I had to stop and fight my own mind to figure out what was supposed to happen when.

I literally focus at least one thread of my subconscious on each of my active plots (and several potentials, plus a lot of other stuff) at every moment of every day. It maes hammering out details and ironing out plot holes both easy and hard because it's done but I have no direct access to the idea unless I pull it up to my conscious mind and even then I sometimes don't know exactly what I've figured out until I start to write. Scene writing for me is almost like casting actors. I run through several variations of the scene mentally, looking for what I like and don't and how best to present it before I ever think about writing a word. Then when I do sit down I take everything I liked but there's always room for improv too. (*laughs* You can't tell trying to explain my method of writing has been one of my recent subconscious topics, right?)

The series is an anime, long before stuff like Naruto and Bleach became the big thing. Although I am talking from the American time frame so it might have been different for you.

Which is funny because I lack so much of that in my life (well, until recently...) Talking with another gal I figured out that my happy writing (and some of the darker stuff when that's just plot focused) is actually my form of wish fulfillment. Not in the usual way though, because often enough I don't even have to include a new character for myself; I just piggy-back off one of "my" characters.

I just realized I don't think you know yet because you weren't around last week and I'm pretty sure I didn't mention it. I'm unofficially engaged. We need to find a ring and some other details to make it official but yeah. Happened last Saturday, caused me to get no sleep before work but I spent the whole day on a happy buzz because of that. Sadly we didn't get to spend Valentine's together because we work exactly opposite shifts but we already knew that and we're gonna do something as soon as we can to make up for it.

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*laughs* You're like Kripke then. You know when all those creepy kids started popping up? His wife was pregnant and he's all 'what's creepier than creepy little kids?" and started including a bunch in the series. I didn't like watching that scene but the idea doesn't bother me. I don't get residual effects from most horror stuff either, though every once in a while my paranoia will kick up and tell me there's someone watching me in the dark and the only thing I can do is keep lights on whenever I need to go through the offending room (it's only ever one room.)

Well don't put yourself through too much stress to find it and if you do only find parts I'll tell you now that the Dark Tournament (the second and by far longest season) is my favorite section so if you end up not finding the last season that's ok.

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I love trying odd things. :) Well more acurately I love trying new things of all kinds. Wish I had someone who mixes up odd things for me... Well, my best friend always comes up with odd soups for me to try. Do they count?
(Stupid question probably, but is a Target a coffee shop?)

Sounds interesting, you predicted the canon! :) It's fun if one does that, but it's not so good if something bad to the character happens. And canon is emotionally so different from one's own stories.

I don't think it's mean at all. Just normal. ^^ Insanely awesome ideas are just irresistible by definition. I love them, and I love the idea/stories you post as well.
On our front we're doing now reasonable process on our newest story. Miracles will never cease but we might finish this one. I hope, at least.

You're description of you're creative writing process reads very creative and fluid. I love those kinds of "knots" usually, because that's in the end were the reader (often) really doesn't know what will happen. It could go into every direction and often one just surprises the reader. I love to do that.

That's like the advanced form of multi-tasking. I have to admit, that I thought your explanation for writing very good. :) Much better than mine, so if it was a subconsicious topic it would explain why it read so well at least. Actors and christmas lights are both very visual explanations, both very fitting too. I found myself nodding along with the description, because so much is so similar to mine process. Not all, of course, but much. Just far better explained.

The time frame probably is a lot different. I was an anime fan before Naruto arrived here... which was years ago. I'm kind of part of the anime-generation here. The younger ones don't watch them anymore... and I admittedly didn't really keep up too when they stopped showing them in tv. I miss them.

I think for many authors writing is a kind of wish-fulfillment. A kind of therapy, too. I can't say that this isn't true for me as well. I write more if I am, not really sad, but also not happy. Also the more complex my stories are, the sadder I am. In a way it's a good sign that at the moment I'm not writing my old epic stories again. :)

Congratulations! This is great news! :D I didn't even know you have a boyfriend ^^", so this is wonderful. I'm so so happy for you! How did this happen? Did you know this would be coming? Did he ask? Hope you're still happy about it. Feel yourself hugged by me. (if you like hugs, I don't like strangers hugging me too, but well... if you want a hug you would get one from me. :D)

*lol* I didn't know that. That certainly explains all the children. I think that moment of paranoia is probably normal... at least I hope so. ;) I watched horror movies with friends yesterday, Hellraiser 2 and Mama. The last one is good, but the first one... I think we guessed most of the movie who is now related how to whom. Still, my best friend just giggled, because she knew the movies and I just got startled by something surprising regularly.

I start hunting tomorrow. The first season is good as well?

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Target is a... oh I forget what the name for the type of store is but they sell a bit of everything kinda. I think Wal-mart should be a big enough name that you might know that one and Target is kinda a step or two higher on the shopping center chain above that. Still cheap enough and has a lot of stuff but not everything (Wal-mart supercenters, there are some insanely massive ones that I've heard about and apparently one even has a library in it?!) just in the last few years apparently Starbucs and Target came to some agreement that has a Starbucks inside a lot of Target stores.

(It wasn't a stupid question and I even debated if you would know what Target was at all but thought it was a big enough name that it'd be known in other countries. Really it's my bad.)

Except it was (kinda) my idea and they took it and now it's one more thing to make him /more/ noticeable as the canon character. *frowns*

Which is your newest now? *laughs* Have you even mentioned it to me yet or no? And the beta offer is always open; just email me the fic and a short blurb of what you're hoping for from me and I'll have it back within a week.

Well those knots for me happen in the creative process, not necessarily in the story itself, so it's more a matter of untangling it so the story sits properly in front of the audience because done wrong it can be highly distracting from the rest. As to describing the process, what can I say other than I'm a writer with an overactive mind that needs to devour and regurgitate thoughts at an unbelievably high rate.

*laughs* Not to be conceited but of course it's better explained, I actually spent roughly a whole shift at work one day thinking about this. (I'm not kidding about the rate of thought conversion; especially if I have something to distract my body (hands and eyes mostly so crafting is a favorite though music or a show in the background covers hearing too) so my mind can run unhindered and I can focus my attention to the subconscious level of thoughts. (And isn't THAT a fun game; finding that backdoor to access your subconscious at all. I did it by accident.))

Naruto was big like 7-ish years ago. I was just ending high school as it started. Yuu Yuu Hakusho (and the other good anime) ended a few years before that. I watched a bit of Naruto, some Bleach and checked out One Piece but otherwise fell out of watching any tv around that time. When I came back years later I got into Supernatural and other American (or British and even a couple Canadian) shows. I miss the anime of my era but not anime in general though I do occasionally get convinced to check out a new one here or there.

Writing; the process by which old hurts get turned into creative works.*laughs* Apparently my biggest trick with my writing is that I'm bringing changes into my immediate world with it. Have you heard the story about what happened not half an hour after I posted the unicorn fic? *laughs* If I didn't already know how in-sync my Jazz and I are...

Oh, so I did tell you. *laughs* Except I neither have a boyfriend nor have for many many years... (There was one guy when I was 14 and he 15 and then one guy my first year of college and then another I'd known in high school who wanted to date me a few years back and then people who thought our Ultra Magnus and I were dating and by Primus no!) Thank you for the hug (and cheer) although I'm sure explanations will be desired now.

There was one time my mom and I watched a bunch of unrelated horror movies and spent the whole time trying to predict who would live to see the end. Ironically the only one we messed up was because one of the main characters in the movie was apparently a ghost the whole time. I literally don't remember anything other than that and the fact the character's actress was also playing a role on one of my mom's soap operas at the time (she mentioned it when she saw the girl.)

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First season has a lot of humor and comedy to it because that was the creator's original plan. The company he worked for convinced him to go a more epic battle and long quest style because they were hoping to use the series to replace Dragonball as it ended and outright forced him to add the fourth and final season to make the series longer (you can tell he didn't care because there's a lot of only partial backgrounds and such.) The second arc is still my favorite though, in part because it was where I really /started/ watching. Much like I saw some of 6 but season 5 was where I started with Supernatural so it's my favorite season.