Love is...

...getting back from a week's vacation and reading through every single friend's post and every single community's record of that week. This one feels head-explodish. But she read your posts. Did not comment for the most part, but read them.

Vacation report to follow at some point. Now, I must go read fanfic to get rid of the rushed-ness left over.

You people write a lot. Of course, that's why I friended you. But you write a lot.

Bunnies are not your Friends...

They've got me. They all want to eat me alive. Make them stop!

There's the Dragaera/X bunny ('My sword is magic and someone died to create it!' 'Same with mine. Big deal.' 'I am a more cynical assassin with a more dysfunctional life than you!' 'Oh yeah? Prove it!'), which no one would even understand, thus rather spoiling the point. Someone stop Vlad and Seishirou from running together in my mind. Assassin collision! KaPOW!

And the GO/X bunny, which will end up being in the GO tone because Crowley and Aziraphale just do not do serious. At all. And neither do I, so that's okay. I'm asking around about that. Maybe nobody notices anything because they've got more than enough to notice without worrying about a few more or less normal things. And maybe, just maybe there's a boy halfway around the world who can make things better.

And the many, many SM Kunzite/Zoicite bunnies (Get them off me! Off! No more Silver Millenium AUs! No more!), which keep multiplying before I write any. They are evil.

Original-wise, there's Rune, who wants to have her own story arc, and all the stories I want to stick on fictionpress (Shadowstalker, Secret Service, and poems) besides that. Rune's full name is Varuna Candleweight, or so she claims, and who am I to argue? At least this means the AA duo will get a break. Apparently I do best with stories that can either be self-contained or part of a larger world, like Rune and the AA boys.

Otherwise, inspiration is failing to strike. I mean, other than reading Paradise Lost and seeing surprising similarities between Satan and Seishirou (omgsquee!), reinforcing my belief in Sei-chan's tragic hero-ness. Because Satan gets all this angst, and is really, really cool. Milton, you r0XX0r. Now entering three-book storytime a la Nestor, except longer and to slightly more point. Whee.

The brain is dead. Long live the brain!