Currents of Time

I've just finished writing this, right? I start going over it, changing a few words, rephrasing sentences, correcting typos, the usual... and it occurs to me the second time through.

The whole thing is written in present tense.


I rarely write in present tense, and never by accident. (Except, of course, now I apparently do.) How odd. Now I must decide if I want to leave it as such or if I want to go through and edit it all into past tense. (And, of course, now that I've noticed, I'm sure I'm going to botch it up somehow by swapping tenses somewhere in the editing.)


First, however, I am going to drop-kick that little blue Ford currently sitting on my desk, because it is surely all his fault.

Er, if anyone's been wondering what happened to me - almost two weeks without posting? Probably a record - I occasionally go through extreme bouts of inability to be at all social. During these times, dealing and interacting with others becomes too hard for me, and I tend to fall off the face of society in every way possible, and I emotionally disconnect from most everyone around me. I do not know why this happens. I deal with it when it happens, even though that's hard. It's actually more comfortable staying like it, and it takes effort to pull myself back out of it. (I wonder if the ridiculous amount of posting I did in February was a subconscious attempt to head this off - forcing myself to socialize is the only way around it.) Someone called me on hiding this afternoon, and I'm feeling a little bit more normal, anyway, so, er, Hi. I'm here and posting again.

Mostly I have spent the last while attending my classes, doing my homework (and finding out my 2003 copy of Excel can't make the graphs required for class, that was fun), going to work, and then, in my free time, conducting some cooking experiments but, for the most part, sitting at home watching Top Gear (they've lots of episodes I've not seen here) and playing FFXI with my brother (because he's not included in the massive pool of people I ignore while in one of my phases). We camped a few notorious monsters, were murdered in a few besieged events, collected and traded in entirely too many eggs for the Easter event Egg Hunt (as a result of this, my Mog House is now in a state of CONSTANT NOISE. If by "constant" one means "every fifteen minutes." Turns out the new furnishings have sound effects), and we took Nabiki and Hisi through a few more of the Wings of the Goddess missions. Summary of events: omgwtf male mithra

Also, I saw another lawn covered in plastic flamingos ... yesterday? Madness. And my BotCon invoice came in. I'm in the blue group! Which means, if I want to get to MSTF (which I most definitely do), I will probably have to skip picking up the at-con exclusives until later on in the weekend.


A very short conversation with my mother (because my parents aren't entirely exempt from the group of people I start ignoring) a night or two ago - wherein I revealed I'd written a few more parts for "GT" (my mother read and actually liked "GT". Yeah, it surprised me, too) - saw her voicing the same conclusion that I'd reached earlier. I probably ought to drop the Offshoots. My inner thirteen year old protests this vehemently, as she appears to enjoy writing the things. Could I get a few opinions on this? It's still weird to me to think I've written things featuring real people, and we all know I can't be trusted to give myself sound writing advice. Other people seem to like them, and if I look at ... everything I've written and finished in the last year (I started writing/plotting out "GT" in March of last year. That is odd to think about) has been at the request, or at least encouragement, of other people.

Not real good at writing for myself, but then I'm content with playing things out in my head, so that's not much of a surprise is it?


... I'm not feeling verbose enough to bother typing this out more than I have and I don't want to exceed my current self-imposed word-limit for the month. I write for people because I don't feel the need to write for myself! SHOULD WE TRY A POLL?

[Poll #1156599]


My answers are lame because I am only filling this out so it stops prompting me to. Shut up, little boxes.

And if anyone has anything they want to see, I will take pretty much any request. Ask ineptmagicuser (and I should probably forbid her to answer this post but I am not, because I apparently don't value my sanity in the least). She's got me writing something that might be romance if you squint at it hard enough. Seriously. What is that, Aniko.


Edit:
Er, comment insanity happened. You can ignore it. Or join in. Whichever.

Pretend I posted this at the end of January, since I wrote nothing last month and was lame enough to post old stuff. Though maybe I should be saving this for the end of February.

Either way, someone needs to take these two - or at least Mirage, since he's the real problem, anyway - away from me before this gets even more out of control. TAKE HIM AWAY. Please?

Also, I can't come up with an even half-decent title. Woe.

Title: Prodding
Author: Jecca Meitahn / twilit_wanderer (ME!)
Fandom: Transformers, sort of Top Gear crossover
Rating: K
Characters: Mirage, Sideswipe, others.
Pairing: Take it as you will.
Wordcount: 1,044
Warnings: None
Summary: Mirage doesn't want the other Autobots to know where he'd been while he was missing. Sideswipe, unfortunately, appears to be on to him.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers or anything (or anyone) related to Top Gear, and this probably didn't happen.
Notes: This will not make sense if you haven't read "GT." This is ... silly. It was originally a short scene from the still-in-progress "WST-Live!" thing, but it kept growing so, to prevent Mirage from stealing the story, I gave him yet another of his very own. I removed all references to the events of that story, so this should stand apart from it without problems. It still, of course, fits into Alt-verse.

( Prodding )

- END -

This wrote itself last night (since it's technically morning now). I've no idea why or where it came from (I wasn't even in the fandom when the incident in question took place). But I've got into the habit of posting something at the end of each month, apparently (this will only be the third...), and despite the 30-or-so thousand words I've put into them, nothing else is finished, so I guess I figured I'd share this, or something.

Happy New Year, by the way, even though that's really not until tomorrow.

Title: Sympathy
Author: Jecca Meitahn / twilit_wanderer
Fandom: Transformers/Top Gear crossover
Rating: T
Characters: Mirage and Jeremy Clarkson. Others referenced.
Pairing: Nothing intended, but take it as you will.
Wordcount: 1,111
Warnings: References Richard Hammond's crash
Summary: Mirage and Jeremy talk outside the hospital shortly after Richard Hammond's Vampire dragster crash.
Disclaimer: I'm fairly certain this conversation didn't happen. I do not own Transformers or anything (or anyone) related to Top Gear.
Notes: This will not make sense if you haven't read "GT." This probably qualifies as something done in exceedingly poor taste. I am ashamed of myself. I do not know why I have written it. Nor do I know where it fits in the timeline of "GT." I think this could easily fall either shortly before Jazz and Hound arrive or shortly after Mirage's departure. Whichever you prefer. (I know where I place it, but it's really not that important.) And, truly, I am sorry. This is rather terrible, both of me and of the writing in general. Please don't hate me for this.

(For the record: Yes! I dislike this! A lot! Why did you post it, then, drama-queen attention-whore whiner? Because Aniko would kill me, and I like not being dead.)

( Sympathy )

- END -

WINTER STORM TONIGHT, TOMORROW, AND SUNDAY.

It be taking mah brother away a day early!

*woeface*


I do like snowstorms, though.


However! My family has been tainted.

My parents are very worried about the storm, you see, because this time we are sending my brother back alone. He is driving himself back to campus! It's only two or three weeks until holiday break, which is why.

But he will be driving alone for six hours, potentially in a blizzard.


So they have purchased a disposable mobile phone. Nuuu!

So, alas, I can no longer claim we are completely mobile phone free in this house. Not that I did, anyway, but I guess it's the principle of things.


In the meantime, my keyboard is glitching a bit and I am watching the final puzzle/fight of the Silent Hill/Transformers crossover rewrite itself. This one is better, but that I'm having to type it up as it comes along is a bit annoying. Why couldn't we simply have got it right the first time?

(I am sad! I had really hoped to finish this by tonight, just because. I might've been able to do it, if not for that scene. ...Though I have an hour. I suppose I still could.)

Edit:
I got another review for my Ecco Haiku! I have not added anything to it for a while. ...Whatever. I am the happiest person in the world. ^__^

(People who complain about reviews really confuse me. How can reviews make you mad? I even have a flame-y one that I adore, because it is so funny.)

For all the work I've put into this, it feels kind of weird to not be posting it anywhere. I don't know where else I could put it, though. That said, I don't care if anyone reading this wants to link it anywhere, either because they like it or because they want to poke fun at it.

* This has since been linked to at topgearslash and, if Aniko is to be believed (and I've no reason to doubt her) at The Padded Cell.

It doesn't fit in one post, so I've linked each entry to the other half of the story.

...I want to say several things about this, including how much I dislike it right now, but I'm not going to! I realize my opinion is tainted quite a lot by the fact that I've been working on this for months. So, without further discussion, here it (finally) is, in all its ridiculous glory.

Title: GT
Author: Jecca Meitahn / twilit_wanderer
Fandom: Transformers/Top Gear crossover
Rating: T
Characters: Mirage and Jeremy Clarkson, with appearances by Decepticons Rumble, Ravage, and Battle Ravage (unnamed), Autobots Jazz and Hound, and humans Richard Hammond and James May. Others referenced.
Pairing: nothing intended, but take it as you will. I don't care.
Wordcount: 13,300
Warnings: this is insane?
Summary: Mirage's deployment goes awry. Jeremy Clarkson's Ford GT arrives. There are no such things as coincidences.
Disclaimer: I'm fairly certain this didn't happen. I do not own Transformers or anything (or anyone) related to Top Gear. I do, however, own an Alternators Mirage, who looks startlingly like Jeremy Clarkson's GT and is the entire cause of this deranged thing.
Notes: The Transformers characters in here all have Alternators forms. The Alternators line has no canon, so I'm kind of making my own up as I go along, but there are a lot of very strong influences from various branches of Transformers continuity. This is completely irrelevant to anyone not familiar with Transformers.

There may be a few problems. I'm not British, so I'm not sure if all of the dialogue is right for Clarkson and the others. I'm not sure my chronology is entirely correct, either, so, if something's glaringly wrong, please tell me so I can try to fix it. I'd love to hear what people think of this in general, as well, even if it is nothing but hatred.

Part I

( GT: Part II )

- END -



Edit I should've done quite a while ago...
There are other stories (all one-shots) related to this. In order of writing, they are: Sympathy, Prodding, On Names, and "With A Chance of Rain".

The first ten pages of "GT" are finished. I am done changing them around, I have had someone else read them, there are no errors that either of us have seen (there are probably still errors, but I have no one else to throw it at, so this will have to do)... adshfdjg I am so thrilled by this, and I seriously have no idea why. A very large part of me wants to post that part NOW RIGHT NOW, but I am going to wait until the rest is completely finished, as well.


THE OTHER THING IS, I have thrown the occasional YouTube link to Top Gear videos at my brother. I have never been given reason to think he has watched any of them, much less enjoyed them, except! Except just now he has thrown a link back at me! One I have seen already (Bugatti Veyron versus Eurofighter Typhoon), but yay!


Edit:
( Heroes 2:06 minor spoilers )

But I may be going to hell. I cannot believe I wrote this.


The Trans-Fan's Prayer

Transformers, who art of HasTak, hallowed be thy canon.
Thy warriors come. Thy battles be fought, on Earth as they are on Cybertron.
Give us this day our daily finds.
And forgive us our fanworks, as we forgive those whose fanworks offend us.
And lead us not into snipe bidding, but deliver us from scalpers.
For thine is the franchise, and the retcon, and the robots, for ever and ever.
Roll out.




YES I AM AWARE THERE ARE PLACES WHERE THE SYLLABLES DON'T MATCH UP.

Those of you not familiar with The Lord's Prayer may want to take a crash course, but I suspect this was inspired by the FFXI-based parody of it I saw on Allakhazam back when I frequented the forums there. Though the Intro Survey I've had sitting filled-out on my desktop for the last two months wherein I answered TRANSFORMERS FOREVER? with AND EVER, AMEN could not have helped.

I keep telling myself I will post that tomorrow. The problem is that I am a total wuss and also that today always has a tomorrow. What will happen, you see, is I will die horribly some day without having ever delurked, and then people will write tragic poems about it and send them around as internet chain mail.

Also, "And forgive us our fanworks, as we forgive those whose fanworks offend us" is like my new favorite line ever. And should perhaps be applied to every member of every fandom everywhere.

As copied from thebaconfat:

When you see this, post a little weensy excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.

I am not prolific and I rarely finish anything, but instead of continuing to make excuses, I will shut up and post what I have.

( Transformers/Top Gear Crossover: GT )

( Transformers Alternators/Smallest TFs crossover-of-sorts insane-fic )

( FFXI: An Evening In Buburimu (cont) )

( Original Characters: Jade and Hotaru 1 )

( Jade and Hotaru, round 2 )


... whoo.

Complete tangent. I went to the toy store today and, okay, so they had no Transformers toys (this was not a surprise), but they do, apparently, have Transformers posters! Whoo! They carry one with the movie Autobots, one with the Movie Decepticons, and one with an assortment of the G1 Autobots (ala Dreamwave art), but they only had the Decepticon one. PURCHASED. Will have to check back for others, because... Posters with Transformers! Hooray!

They stole our phone. I WILL NEVER FORGIVE THEM. To add insult to injury, despite our lack of phone, we still receive calls, and so must run across the store like useless twits, looking for the nearest available phone. Often only to run back to check the cakes in the display, or to rummage through the bins of decorations to see if we have Cinderella, or whatever it is they want.

I wonder what they are going to take next. There are not many things left - we are mostly limited to the oven and the counters. If they do not finish these renovations soon, I fear I shall go insane.

Saw three Corvettes, today, though! Two different black ones and a red one. They are such pretty, pretty cars. bwee!


Not sure what else I need to do to convince people to write me letters. Writing to them doesn't work, writing back to them on the very, very rare occasional that they do write doesn't work. Perhaps it is all of the ridiculous doodles I put throughout. Guys! If you do not want to write me letters, please just say so and stop claiming you are really, really going to (really), because it makes me sad then, when you do not. I am starved for any kind of social interaction, and it is not fair to hold out such a tempting morsel and then draw it back away as you are. Fiends, the lot of you. (To be perfectly fair, I do have one person I have a sort-of-fairly-regularly-almost letter-writing thing going on with. Long live snail mail!)


This song is annoying. No, no, it is not tricky to "rock a rhyme that's right on time." How could that possibly be tricky? Better yet, why are you bothering to sing about how it is tricky, as opposed to just attempting it? Unless this song is supposed to show us your cleverness. NOT CLEVER. Also, ANNOYING. Certainly not tricky, though, I concede that we are, perhaps, working with different definitions of the word, "tricky."


Meanwhile, in the ongoing saga of, "I'm Not British, I Swear," I was apparently adopting some sort of accent this evening. I was unaware of it until my mother asked about it. I hold no delusions that it actually sounded even remotely British (though that is what she called it), as I am Not British (and should I ever find myself on the other side of the ocean and am struck by one of these apparent vocal glitches, I am quite sure I would be laughed off the land mass. This same idea is what kept me from attempting much Japanese while in Japan), but it was a bit disconcerting. Where was it coming from? Why? How did I not notice my manner of speech changing? CURSE YOU, BRAIN. (The other possibility, the one I favor, is that the ninety-plus-degrees-plus-humidity weather has fried her and she was experiencing auditory hallucinations. Or, my father was watching Doctor Who recently. Maybe she was hearing some of that somehow.)


Could this entry be any more random? (Perhaps the heat has gotten to me.) I think it could. Aniko and I should never be allowed to speak to each other after 11 pm. I end up helping her transform her Alternators (long distance! It is a good thing I have a digital camera, or else I'd never have been able to film Wheeljack's transformation for her!) though she does not need help with her really small ones (she has the same two as me, and I call them WSTs, even though it is wrong!), and then she ends up telling me what she is doing with them (that is most of the really short story behind this picture and all its relatives), and then she convinces me I need to write stories about it. So we get things like this:

( This ties into the TF/TG crossover somehow. )

I am going to bed now.