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fandom kaleidoscope 2009 ed.

Thu, 07 Jan 2010 19:22:27 GMT

I saw this on vindmylla's journal and it looked like a lot of fun. I didn't get into many new fandoms in 2009, mostly Persona 3 ate my brain. I still haven't even beaten that game. That's what I get for playing on hard mode. Persona 4 was much easier.

First Fandom of 2009: Guild Wars

Favorite Main Character of 2009: Genjo Sanzo (Saiyuki)

Favorite Villain of 2009: Dr. Ni/Ukoku Sanzo (Saiyuki)

Favorite Video Game Character of 2009: Akihiko Sanada (Persona 3)

Favorite Game of 2009: Persona 3

Favorite Het Couple of 2009: Minato Arisato/everyone

Favorite Yuri Couple of 2009: Hazumu Osaragi/Yasuna Kamiizumi/Tomari Kurusu (Kashimashi~Girl Meets Girl)

Favorite Yaoi Couple of 2009: Minato Arisato/Ryoji Mochizuki(Persona 3)

Fandom That You Never Expected To Get Into: Death Note

Fandom That Made An Unexpected Comeback: Stargate Atlantis

Fandom That Inspired The Most Crack: Pokemon

Last Fandom of 2009: Persona 4

2010 is beginning with me hooked on Death Note and playing a shitload of Guild Wars now that I have a high speed internet connection again. I just got a Wii over the Christmas break too, and when our tv arrives I expect that I will also be playing the shit out of Okami.

Thu, 07 Jan 2010 02:00:13 GMT

Re. Death Note Vol. 5
Was it really necessary to make Misa *that* obnoxious??

Tue, 05 Jan 2010 20:00:17 GMT

I've had this song on repeat for like 20 minutes. It's another lazy day in my new apartment, hanging out and playing too much Guild Wars. I don't really have anything interesting to say in my first post of the new year. I've bounced around a lot over the past few months. I was living up north with my boyfriend for a bit, now I'm back in southern Ontario sharing a two bedroom apartment with my younger sister. We just moved in a couple days ago. I'm already less than impressed with our landlord- she made a big deal of having a couple weeks to do various touch ups and... nothing got done. Our shower is fucked. The drain does not drain and the shower head needs to be fixed. Oh and our dryer's handle is missing. I don't remember it being missing when we checked out the place, so I dunno what the fuck happened there. What a fucking piss off.

And the job hunt starts all over again. I'm hoping it doesn't take me 3 weeks to find ANYTHING like it did in Thunder Bay. I'd prefer to do retail or just waitress a few nights a week. I'm in the process of applying for fall programs, and in the meantime I plan to pick up a few high school maths and sciences just because I've always regretted not having them and you never know when calculus will come in handy right? I guess you could say it's part of my new year's resolution to become less of a vegetable.

Tue, 10 Nov 2009 20:25:27 GMT

Jerod's dog is adorable, but Jesus Christ I hate the little bastard so much right now for chewing up my headphones.

Tue, 10 Nov 2009 02:59:58 GMT

Well it only took three weeks but I finally found a job up here. I'm working at Subway, so I'm still on the hunt for a better job, albeit not as desperately as before. I started training today, and I like how laid back the place is, but I'm so sick of working jobs where showering is an urgent necessity when I get home. That, along with the hours, is why I really want to work retail. When I first started job hunting I was very particular about where I was applying, but as the days kept passing without any callbacks I started lowering my standards until I had to swallow my pride and go fast food. I don't get it either; I think was pretty qualified (if not over-qualified) for most of the jobs I applied for, especially the serving position at Montana's. Oh well at least I have some income now and they say it's easier to get a job when you already have a job (although I don't know why they say that)

On another note...
ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGH I failed yet again to finish all the social links, or even complete Aigis' link in P3. I get preoccupied trying to finish off other near-maxed links and always end up at rank 9 -.- I FAIL.
Time to move on to Persona 4.

wham bam, thank you ma'am

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 17:17:21 GMT

Soooooooooo psyched! I need to learn Japanese asap

Sat, 31 Oct 2009 23:25:19 GMT

I just found out about SoulSilver and I'm sorely tempted to buy the Japanese version because the North American release isn't until next spring D: I played Crystal *to death* as a kid, and 2nd gen is still my favourite.

I need a fucking job.

Fri, 30 Oct 2009 15:21:43 GMT

@maelx
Does your challenge still stand?

Wed, 01 Apr 2009 06:59:39 GMT

So... I've had Platinum for less than two weeks and I've already clocked 49hours 9minutes.
Dear god.

i'm not here, and this isn't happening

Mon, 09 Mar 2009 03:32:47 GMT

This is pretty much how I feel about school right now.
I had lots lots more to say about things, but it's getting late and I have to get up very early tomorrow morning to go to work, so for now this picture will have to speak a thousand words.

touché, salesman

Thu, 20 Nov 2008 08:21:16 GMT

[02:36:13] Jacqueline says: did i tell you what my mystery eggs hatched into?
[02:36:34] Rhymenoceros says: No~
[02:36:37] Rhymenoceros says: You hatched them all?!
[02:36:41] Jacqueline says: Yup, none of them took that long
[02:38:37] Rhymenoceros says: So what were they????
[02:40:44] Jacqueline says: Smoochum, Wyanut, Torchic, and Bulbasaur♥
[02:41:02] Rhymenoceros says: :-O:-O BULBASAUR!? NEAT-O! Can I have him?
[02:41:26] Jacqueline says: Yes.
[02:41:30] Rhymenoceros says: ^.^
[02:41:35] Rhymenoceros says: Don't evolve it.
[02:41:43] Jacqueline says: i won't i'm gonna breed it when i get a ditto
[02:42:03] Jacqueline says: he's male :(
[02:45:24] Rhymenoceros says: Wouldn't Ditto replicate a male Bulbasaur if you have a male Bulbasaur or female if you have a female, resulting in gay sex only?
[02:46:08] Jacqueline says: o.O
[02:46:29] Rhymenoceros says: Am I wrong?
[02:47:08] Jacqueline says: nope, you make a good point

♥.♥

Fri, 14 Nov 2008 05:24:27 GMT

this is so badass. i want one! espeon hoodie :O:O

I restarted my Pearl game again tonight. I've decided that I'm gonna spend the pre-Elite Four part of the game getting my Piplup to lv100. Why in heck would I want to do that, you ask? A lv100 Piplup is pretty useless, I know. But it's pretty hard - re. annoying - to try and EV train your Pokes properly pre-E4 because you can't go everywhere and trainers with undesirable Pokemon keep mobbing you left right and center. And since I love Piplup but hate it's evolutions I figure why the hell not? Besides I'd feel pretty badass taking on the E4 with a lv100 Piplup. I'll just wait 'til after I beat the Elite Four and get an Eevee to breed to make my team. And Wiggles (my Piplup <3) might not be completely useless. He might have at least one maxed out IV >> re. this post he has "often dozes off" >> so he might come in useful for breeding later.

Firefly Fic: Untitled (River PG)

Mon, 27 Aug 2007 19:48:17 GMT

Title: Untitled
Author: Squarked
Fandom: Firefly
Character/Pairing: River Tam
Genre: Morbid and creepifying.
Disclaimer: The 'verse belongs to Joss Whedon.
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: Minor ones for Safe. Minor minor ones for the movie.
Word Count: 600
Notes: Response to prompt one hundred and seventy four at ff_friday, pandemonium (although I didn't make the challenge deadline). Also spelled "Pandaemonium", Pandemonium is the capital city of Hell in John Milton's epic poem Paradise Lost. It means a place of chaos or torment. I wracked my brain for hours trying to think up a name for this fic and nothing. So screw it, I'm leaving it untitled.

"See, some of our best work is done while they're asleep. We can monitor and direct their subconscious, implant suggestions..."

"Simon." River peeks out at her brother from behind the couch.

"Not now, River. I'm busy."

"Simon, we're in trouble!"

Simon does not look alarmed by this statement. "No we're not, River. I'm doing my homework. Now leave me alone."

"We got out-flanked by the Independent squad."

Simon scowls. "Stop talking nonsense. Go practice for your dance recital."

"I learned it all," River brushes off her brother's suggestion. She doesn't feel like practicing any more, she just wants to play, and Simon's being such a wet blanket. "We got out-flanked by the Independent squad and we're never going to make it back to our platoon."

Simon turns his back to her and doesn't answer. He's clearly trying to ignore her, pretending to be completely absorbed by his textbook. River can't understand why her brother is being so difficult. Simon loves to play games.

"We're going to have to eat the men."

"I said shut up!" Simon screams and throws his textbook to the floor.

River shrinks back in shock, but not fast enough to avoid Simon's fist. The punch hits her square across the jaw, and sends her sprawling to the floor with the textbook. River starts to cry in pain and fear and confusion. Simon is standing over her and there's nothing in his expression but hate. She's never seen him like this before.

"Can't you two geniuses give your tired old man a couple minutes quiet?" River's father asks as he enters the room. He smiles at his children to let them know the admonishment is in jest, settles into his favourite chair, and opens the evening paper like nothing's wrong. The casualness in his expression scares River more than the violence in Simon's. "Now, what's all the commotion about?" He doesn't seem to notice the tears streaming down River's face. Or the blood on Simon's knuckles.

"Si-Simon hi-hit me," River stutters out, her voice hushed with disbelief.

"Well then," her father answers practically, "perhaps you should hit him back."

For a second River is stunned, and then she remembers;

Her brother isn't a child anymore and neither is she. This is a memory, and it's horribly, horribly wrong.

She looks back to Simon who's his real age now, and wielding an axe.

And so is she.

"No," she sobs, "I can't."

"You have to. Are you going to disobey your father?"

Simon rushes her before she can answer. His axe arcs towards her, aiming to amputate her at the shoulder. River dodges the attack with ease, spins, and kicks him low in the back as he passes her. The extra momentum throws Simon off balance. He stumbles and falls, hitting his head on the coffee table as he goes down.

River looks at the unconscious form of her brother lying spread eagle on the living room floor. Blood is oozing from his temple. "Get out of my head," she says to the sadistic bastard pretending to be her father. "You're not my father."

"Of course I am."

River isn't fooled. Her father never wore blue latex gloves. "No, you're not."

She can sense that behind her Simon has gotten back up. The weight in her right hand feels different. River looks down and sees her axe has become a pistol. She doesn't look back. Even so, her shot finds Simon's forehead, dead and center. It isn't really Simon though, not anymore than the man sitting in the chair in front of her is really her father.

"You're going to have to cooperate with us eventually, River," he says.

"Never, " says River. Then she puts the gun to her head and pulls the trigger.

* * *

"She's blocked us out again, sir," reports the orderly at the console. "We're having particular trouble with this pupil in maintaining influence over her subconscious."

"Tsk," Dr. Mathias makes a disapproving sound. He isn't surprised, but he is growing impatient. "We're going to have to use more invasive methods to enforce the conditioning. Prep the patient for surgery."

"Yes, sir."

Dr. Mathias checks his clipboard- fourteen surgeries already. Most of the other pupils have undergone only seven or eight so far. Some of them less. But River Tam is special in more ways than one. Any extra neural stripping is worth the risk if it brings him closer to unveiling her full potential.

Dr. Mathias leans over his star pupil, whispers in her ear, "You can't ignore me forever."

SGA Fic: Dark (John PG)

Tue, 05 Jun 2007 13:34:20 GMT

Title: Dark
Author: Squarked
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Character/Pairing: John Sheppard
Genre: Angst
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: PG (if that)
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: Some vague ones for 38 Minutes.
Word Count: 1,420
Notes: This fic's an oldie. I wrote it way back when SGA was still in Season One for sga_flashfic's Abandonment Challenge.

John woke up and saw nothing but blue. The grass under him suggested that he was lying in a field somewhere, starring up at the sky.

That's odd John thought, I don't usually nap off-world.

John didn't know where he was, or how he got there, but he did know he wasn't safe at home in Atlantis- there wasn't any grass in Atlantis.

Not the mainland, either he reasoned. There weren't enough trees, and he couldn't hear the ocean. I'd have to be pretty far inland not to hear the ocean.

He strained to hear it anyways, telling himself not to panic.

Where am I?

The sound of waves still eluded him. The sound of people running towards him didn't.

John tried to get up and see who was coming. Instead he discovered that he couldn't move. His arms and legs were completely numb and unresponsive. John sincerely hoped that was his team he was hearing, because if they were hostiles, he'd be a dead man. Spread-eagle and immobile on his back, he couldn't be more vulnerable. John was pondering how far he could projectile spit, when he noticed the sharp, needle-like pain in the side of his neck...

Oh jesus, not again. Not again.

Rodney's worried face swung into view above him. John barely noticed how relieved he was to see him over the klaxons going off in his head. How long had he been unconscious if the thing attached to his neck had already sapped enough of his strength to leave him paralyzed?

Rodney's warm fingers felt around the flesh beneath his jaw line, searching for a pulse. "He's conscious, but I don't think he can move and his pulse is frighteningly fast," Rodney informed Teyla and Ford, who were standing anxiously nearby, "Help me get him back to the Jumper."

"Get, get it off," John managed to croak.

Rodney looked confused. "Get what off, major?" he asked, eyes traveling the length of John's body.

Get what off?! How could Rodney miss it? His fingers were mere inches from where it was latched onto his neck!

"Wraithbug," John wheezed, neck muscles straining as he struggled in vain to sit up.

Rodney placed a palm to John's chest, stopping his efforts. "John, there's no Wraithbug," Rodney said, soothingly.

"No Wraithbug?" John echoed, disbelieving.

"No Wraithbug." Rodney's other hand moved around to cradle the back of John's head. "It's a dart. The Wraith must have shot you with it during the ambush. Stay still, I'm going to pull it out."

"Ambush?"

* * *

"What I don't understand is why the Wraith would invent tranquillizers darts when they already have stun guns," Elizabeth wondered.

"Perhaps these weapons are lighter and easier to carry," speculated Teyla.

Rodney made a face and shook his head, clearly not convinced. "Maybe, but weapons technology tends to advance away from projectiles, not back to them. And the dart didn't paralyze Major Sheppard for much longer than a stunner would have. It just doesn't make any sense that the Wraith would opt for more primitive weapons than the ones they already have; especially if they get the exact same result."

"Actually, the dart took less time to wear off than the stunner did. I've had full feeling back in my extremities for a couple hours now," John corrected.

"And Dr. Beckett couldn't find anything wrong with you, other than the paralysis?" Elizabeth asked, "Rodney said you were pretty out of it for a while."

"Nope, Beckett says I'm in perfect health," John said, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

* * *

Less than a day later, John discovered that he hadn't escaped quite as unscathed as he'd thought.

Rodney's scientists had found yet another research lab in his absence. This alone was not that exciting- Atlantis was littered with Ancient labs. But this one boasted extensive archives that interfaced with a command chair to project holographic images overhead. Better still, there was every indication that this room had once been the Ancient's version of an observatory. The retractable roof had been a dead give away, but more surprising were the artistically rendered star charts that covered the floor. John had been all over the city, and yes, Ancient architecture was beautiful, but in a sterile and non-personal sort of way. The Ancients had obviously taken extra care to express their special love for this room.

John had tagged along to operate the chair. Of course, with Beckett's gene therapy, Rodney could have accessed the data banks himself, but the truth was (though John would never hear him admit it) John was far more at ease with Ancient technology than Rodney could ever hope to be. Elizabeth had recognized it right away; to John, using Ancient technology was as reflexive as breathing.

He was a natural.

Besides, Rodney needed to be at his laptop to monitor the diagnostics program.

"Whenever you're ready, major," said Rodney, gesturing for John to take a seat.

John was always ready. He sat down.

Nothing happened.

Rodney frowned. "The diagnostics show the chair's getting plenty of power- it should be working."

John willed the chair to respond, for the first time actually concentrating on bringing the circuits to life.

Still nothing happened.

"Here let me try," Rodney suggested.

Rodney sat in the chair which lit up immediately, albeit less brightly than when Sheppard usually sat in one. John's confusion was mirrored on Rodney's face. "Maybe we should get Beckett to run more tests."

* * *

John sat in the infirmary, waiting for Beckett to return with the results.

Rodney had made him touch several other Ancient devices, just to make sure that John's problems with the chair weren't a fluke. It wasn't- nothing Ancient would work for John, not even the life signs detector.

Carson walked back into the room. The expression on his face sent a shiver of dread down John's spine.

"So, what's wrong with me doc?" he asked, trying to sound cool and unconcerned. Failing.

"I think I've figured out what the Wraith dart was for," Carson replied quietly, laying out the results of John's work-up on the desk beside him.

* * *

John hadn't believed him at first. According to Carson, the purpose of the Wraith dart was to render the ATA gene inert in humans. When Carson had delivered the news, John had shook his head and told him to check the results again.

"I double checked the results twice before coming to you, major," had been Carson's response, "But there's a chance that the changes are temporary." Though Carson had looked like he doubted that last piece of information.

One week passed, then two more. Nothing changed, and John was forced to accept that Carson's results had been right after all.

After the fourth week, Elizabeth called him into her office. "I really am sorry, John," she said, "But we need you and your team back in the field."

John left without a word, and Elizabeth let him go.

The atmosphere in the Puddle Jumper that mission was tense. Rodney was flying while John sat, banished, to the seat beside him.

John could have done without the side-glances that Rodney kept giving him; equal parts guilt and pity, as though Rodney had robbed him of a cherished possession and was acutely aware that John couldn't bear its absence. John wished he would stop, for both their sakes. Rodney hadn't done this to him, the Wraith had- just another thing to hate those bastards for, and there was absolutely nothing anyone could do about it. Not that Carson hadn't tried. So far he'd been unsuccessful, and although he wouldn't say so, John suspected he'd made no progress at all towards finding an antidote.

The mission turned out to be uneventful, serving mainly to give Rodney practice with the Jumper.

I guess he'll need it John thought cynically.

When it was over (the debriefing was mercifully short), John fled to his quarters until he was sure that most of Atlantis had gone to bed. Then he snuck down to the Jumper bay and into his favourite Jumper.

John sat at the controls and silently begged for a response.

Come on, just once for old times sake.

The Jumper had always seemed to operate outside the laws of science anyways, knowing what John intended almost before John knew it himself. Why couldn't it work that way now? The ATA gene hadn't completely abandoned him. It was still there, John just couldn't get a handle on it, like shadows in his peripheral vision.

John sat in the pilot seat for five hours, but to no avail.

Everything stayed dark.

Crossover: Bebop Baby (Simon/Spike PG13)

Sun, 18 Mar 2007 15:07:12 GMT

Title: Bebop Baby
Author: Squarked
Character/Pairing: Simon Tam/Spike Spiegel
Genre: Crackfic
Disclaimer: Not mine, just borrowing for perverted, perverted fun.
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Mpreg.
Word Count: 299
Notes: This monstrosity was the product of one of these memes; where you make a numbered list of characters and keep it to yourself and then your flist comments with questions such as "what would happen if 3 got 4 pregnant?" Spike ended up getting Simon pregnant.

Simon (puking into the toilet): Uuuunnnnngghh.

Book: I brought you some water. Are you going to be alright, son? Perhaps breakfast didn't agree with you?

River (peering around the doorframe): He'll be okay.

Simon: I don't feel okay.

Book: What's that, River?

River (whispering loudly to Book): He's in the family way.

* * *

Simon (quadruple checking blood test results): But it just isn't possible!

* * *

But evidently in this crazy universe of ours, it was possible, and now poor pregnant Simon had the difficult job of tracking down the Bebop so he could tell the father.

* * *

Six months later, aboard the Bebop.

Spike (lounging): Hey, doc. Long time no see. You've uh, gained a few pounds.

Simon (testy): I'm not fat. I'm pregnant.

Spike: (stunned silence)

Ed (cartwheeling through the room): Baby! baby! Spike's gonna be a daddy!

* * *

Some time later.

Spike: Oh hell. You're the doctor, how'd this happen anyway?

Simon: Four the eight hundredth time: I don't know how this happened! It defies medical science.

Ed (disembodied): Spppooooooky.

Spike: Yep, it's a hell of a mystery alright.

Simon: But you can't leave me like this! I can't raise a child alone, and I already have River to look after!

Spike: Sorry, doc. I'm not exactly the paternal type. Just tell that cheery mechanic it's hers. You're sleeping with her, right?

Simon: What!? 那牌子没有感觉!

Spike: Huh? Say again, doc? I speak Japanese, not Chinese.

Simon: I said, that makes no sense!

Spike (getting up and stretching): Well figure something out. I hate children.

Ed (popping up from behind the couch): Ed will be the baby's daddy!

Simon (head in hands): I'll never drink again.

Spike: See you space cowboy.

I am truly, truly sorry about this.

Firefly Fic: Your Cover's Blown (Kaylee, River, Simon PG13)

Tue, 24 Oct 2006 17:50:59 GMT

Title: Your Cover's Blown
Author: Squarked
Summary: Kaylee is actually an Alliance mole.
Rating: PG13
Characters: Kaylee, River, Simon
Pairing: None.
Warnings: Character death.
Spoilers/Timeline: Mid-series, roughly.
Sequel To: See author's notes.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's Note: This fic is based on the first of ana_grrl's unfinished snippets.

Kaylee lies in a pool of her own blood.

This stomach wound is more severe than the last one, but Simon Tam could probably still save her life.

But he won't.

* * *

At last, the Alliance gives her the go-ahead to bring River Tam in. (Simon too if she could manage it, but it was River they really wanted.) Kaylee wastes no time, eager to be rid of Serenity and its crew for good, but River is being difficult. She refuses to be persuaded to leave the ship.

Fed up, Kaylee pulls the pistol she stole from Mal's bunk. River is traumatized by guns. Kaylee should be able to force her with it, no problem.

But River doesn't scream or go to pieces when she sees the gun. Instead she twirls...

Kaylee is staggered by the force of the roundhouse kick that knocks the gun from her hand. She throws herself after it, even manages to get off a shot, but it misses River horribly.

* * *

The next thing Kaylee sees is Simon gaping above her, face contorted in anger and disbelief.

Gos se.

He's seen the whole thing.

Kaylee knows she'll bleed to death right there on the floor.

SGA Drabble: Bait (Rodney PG)

Sun, 11 Dec 2005 11:39:41 GMT

Title: Bait
Author: Jacqueline
Feedback: Email and LiveJournal
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: None.
Rating: PG, if that.
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Character death.
Summary: Something's hunting Rodney.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's Notes: For the Shark Challenge at sga_flashfic.

Rodney fights his fear, forces himself to breathe shallow, quieter, so he won't give away his position.

After a few minutes he manages it. Around him the forest is silent. Its darkness is omnipresent.

Then a twig snaps - somewhere off to the right - and Rodney's breath is coming in desperate gasps again. The noise he's making is loud; like blood in the water.

Rodney wonders if this is how unfortunate swimmers feel upon finding themselves in shark-infested waters, just as they realize they're about to be devoured.

Against all reason, the Wraith jumps him from the left.

Rodney dies screaming.