tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53418692011-04-21T18:48:20.694-07:00plot bunnies and random storiesa place for my random plot bunniesSusanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393357572259429391noreply@blogger.comBlogger301100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341869.post-1124602647616428422005-08-20T22:35:00.000-07:002005-08-22T23:53:08.803-07:00fic fodder from LA Times 8/18/04" One quality McAdams and Craven both touched upon when talking about Murphy's qualities was his eyes."I couldn't believe they were real," said Craven. "I don't think I've ever seen eyes quite that shade, such a pale but a very, very bright blue." "They're very hypnotic," McAdams said. "In a creepy way and in a very charming way."In that respect, they helped Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393357572259429391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341869.post-1094801692523620892004-09-10T01:32:00.000-07:002004-09-10T00:34:52.523-07:00Disclaimer: Don’t own Hellsing or X/1999. This is PWP, live with it.
M/M, yaoi, slash, call it what you like I don’t care, just know what it is.
Meeting in the Park
Seishirou inhaled deeply the London smog. He readjusted his sunglasses as he watched the evening crowd enjoyed the Japanese festival. It paled in compared of the one in Japan but his prey was in this crowd. Seishirou Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393357572259429391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341869.post-1082701442349889232004-04-22T23:21:00.000-07:002004-04-22T23:28:04.263-07:00plot pieces so I can work on them at school.
He begins to drown in his blue ocean. He was drowning and Tatsumi was the only who could save him. Tatsumi blink, giving him a change to breathe. Tatsumi looked down in his cup, feeling uncomfortable from Tsuzuki’s stare.
“So.” Tatsumi cleared this throat, trying to control the downward spiral.
Tsuzuki tried to make eye contact, trying to tell Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393357572259429391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341869.post-1057734209484396282003-07-09T00:03:00.000-07:002003-07-09T00:03:29.503-07:00Didn't finish Kusanagi. Oh well, I should finish it later.
Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393357572259429391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341869.post-955126582003-06-10T09:54:00.000-07:002003-06-10T09:54:02.756-07:00Kusanagi walked up to his government issues house. He touched the bush as he walk up, feeling the plant's life coursing through his fingers. He slowly opened the door. " Meow." His tabby cat rubbed up against him, purring that his owner was home. Kusanagi smile and pick his cat. His cat began to purr louder. He head butt Kusanagi. Kusanagi laughed and walked over to his kitchen. He sat the cat Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393357572259429391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341869.post-953345632003-06-05T10:16:00.000-07:002003-06-05T10:16:56.430-07:00a posible yu yu story
“Over the hills and through the valley,”
“ Live a bear, a big fuzzy bear!”
“ Wrong story.”
“Oops!”
“ Like I was saying… Over the hills…”
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaa! Save me!”
A little pink fuzzy ball jumped into Storyteller’s arm. His brother, a big green fuzzy was cashing him with a wuffle bat.
“Enough! I want peace and quite so I can tell my story!” yell the Storyteller.
Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393357572259429391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341869.post-953316602003-06-05T08:57:00.000-07:002003-06-05T09:53:41.000-07:00Kusanagi walked up to his government issues house. He touch the bush as he walk up, feeling the plant's life coursing through his fingers. He slowly opened the door. " Meow." His tabby cat rubbed up against him, purring that his owner was home. Kusanagi smile and pick his cat. His cat began to purr louder. He head butt Kusanagi. Kusanagi laughed and walked over to his kitchen. He sat the cat downSusanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393357572259429391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341869.post-950418112003-05-29T10:20:00.000-07:002003-05-29T10:35:53.000-07:001st army divison, in tokyo, easten army, about infantary or field artialy, 155m howitzer ( gun) maybe help out after an earthquake? Havn't pick a rank but i think it won't matter.
The irony of life
A day in the life of Kusanagi Shiyuu.
" Fire!" The 155m Howitzer reashade back from the explostion. " Sir, we miss the the targert by five meters." "Again" belowed Kusanagi. " Yes Sir!" saulate Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393357572259429391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341869.post-949974582003-05-28T10:36:00.000-07:002003-05-28T10:36:22.930-07:00Kusanagi ShiyuuSusanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393357572259429391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341869.post-949972772003-05-28T10:31:00.000-07:002003-05-29T09:49:08.000-07:00a good page for JGSD
their rank
Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393357572259429391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341869.post-949455912003-05-27T09:17:00.000-07:002003-05-27T09:17:20.566-07:00I now know who I'm going write for the OD challege. It's going to be .Kusangi ( total mispell)Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393357572259429391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341869.post-947934492003-05-23T10:02:00.000-07:002003-05-23T10:02:29.686-07:00not quite sure if it's flows but proof that I'm still working on my story "and the Gods played"
Nagasaki
Clotho looked around and wrinkled her nose in disgust. She did not like port towns, and Nagasaki was not different. “ Different part of the world, different time, same smell.” She thought to herself as she walked through the booths. “Same pointless crap. I will be happy when this world is Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393357572259429391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341869.post-947928032003-05-23T09:45:00.000-07:002003-05-23T09:45:10.346-07:00A day in the park with Seishirou ( or why you don't let him have ice cream)Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393357572259429391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341869.post-947925642003-05-23T09:38:00.000-07:002003-05-23T09:47:25.000-07:00"It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others." She pick up a scarp of paper and read the quote. She let go of the paper, watching it twist and turn in the breeze. Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393357572259429391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341869.post-947445852003-05-22T09:55:00.000-07:002003-05-22T09:55:08.783-07:00"It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others."
"Clever people master life; the wise illuminate it and create fresh difficulties."
-Emil Nolde
"He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze too long into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you."
-Nietzsche
"No passion in the world is equal to the passion to Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393357572259429391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341869.post-946433562003-05-20T10:54:00.000-07:002003-05-20T11:10:51.000-07:00Back to Highlander/Gw crossover. (tnn is wonderful! showing highlander. :) makes me very happy)
Some Zulu time thing
"Kid" was running up the hills of Seacover, with the trill of blood lust rushing thru his veins. He had not kill that many people in an imate way since the war. Still there was a diffence of shooting up a building than killing with a sword.Sword killing is more imante, more Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393357572259429391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341869.post-944595392003-05-16T10:18:00.000-07:002003-05-16T10:18:05.193-07:00 A day in the life of Fuuma Monou aka the Dark Kamui by Dr. Larry Hoffemen of Unvistrey of Roswell Paranomal
A study of the normal behavoir of a "Dark Meissah"
(talk about a normal day)Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393357572259429391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341869.post-943983092003-05-15T09:46:00.000-07:002003-05-15T09:46:28.026-07:00I think I will use this rewrite
Putting on the gloves.
It was one on those rare nights in Tokyo. The winter storm from the day before, clean the air up. The winter sky was dark and piecing. “An appropriate night to start life over again.” Thought Subaru to himself as he walked towards to one of many name less parks that dotted Tokyo Bay’s shoreline. He sat down at one of the many benches with Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393357572259429391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341869.post-943415802003-05-14T11:30:00.000-07:002003-05-14T11:30:57.110-07:00a rewrite. the compute is acting up.
Putting on the gloves.
It was one on those rare nights in Tokyo. The winter storm from the day before, clean the air up. The winter sky was dark and piecing. “An appropriate night to start life over again.” Thought Subaru to himself as he walked towards to one of many name less parks that dotted Tokyo Bay’s shoreline. He sat down at one of the many benches Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393357572259429391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341869.post-942779332003-05-13T11:01:00.000-07:002003-05-13T11:01:42.943-07:00Putting on the gloves.
It was one on those rare nights in Tokyo. The winter storm from the day before, clean the air up. The winter sky was dark and piecing. A perfect night to start his life over. Subaru walked down towards to one of many name less parks that dotted Tokyo Bay’s shoreline. He sat down at one of the many benches and swarled. He pulled out a cigarette, light it, and inhale. SubaruSusanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393357572259429391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341869.post-942751982003-05-13T10:09:00.000-07:002003-05-13T10:09:22.933-07:00Clotho walked backed into town. The crowd cheers died down as she turned the hill. A young man walked towards her,carrying a bucket."Excused me, but do know where I can get some water." The young man smiled. "Follow me. There's a well nearby." Clotho looked beside them. Hope and the neighbor where carrying Kasumi-san down the hillside. " Did they crucify her husband?" Clotho just nodded her head.Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393357572259429391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341869.post-942737542003-05-13T09:40:00.000-07:002003-05-13T09:40:12.113-07:00Kigai Yuuto, Kasumi Karen.Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393357572259429391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341869.post-942702682003-05-13T08:39:00.000-07:002003-05-13T08:39:19.356-07:00The ccflm new challege is OD. A normal day for clamp.Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393357572259429391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341869.post-942136382003-05-12T10:25:00.000-07:002003-05-12T10:34:54.000-07:00fuck, fuck, fuck! I lost my plot bunny! :P Lets try again.
Putting on the gloves.
Subaru looked down at his hands. Bare hands. Hands that where cover. The only time his hands where free was when he was innocent. Or was he every? He rubbed the back of his hands. They where cover. Mark him. He was not apart of this world. Must not touch the people when he works. A layer between them, Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393357572259429391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341869.post-939986052003-05-08T09:36:00.000-07:002003-05-08T09:36:20.806-07:00a writing siteSusanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393357572259429391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341869.post-938116902003-05-05T10:47:00.000-07:002003-05-05T10:47:30.450-07:00Disclaimer: I don’t know much about Japanese History. I also don’t own Karen or Yuuto. Clamp does. Warning this part of the story is a bit graphic.
Nagasaki
Clotho looked around and wrinkled her nose in disgust. She did not like port towns, and Nagasaki was not different. “ Different part of the world, different time, same smell.” She thought to herself as she walked through the booths. “Same Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393357572259429391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341869.post-938085192003-05-05T09:44:00.000-07:002003-05-05T09:44:49.020-07:00random idea, three-some of Sei, Sub and Kamui? or someone else? Possible Mac/Weeb smut at a hotspring?Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393357572259429391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341869.post-936930682003-05-02T23:02:00.000-07:002003-05-02T23:02:22.276-07:00editted and post my 1st plot bunny. check it out and please leave a reviewSusanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393357572259429391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341869.post-936621242003-05-02T10:33:00.000-07:002003-05-02T10:33:53.883-07:00return to....(other clamp bunny)
Think of why subaru puts his gloves back on.Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393357572259429391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341869.post-935455522003-04-30T11:28:00.000-07:002003-05-02T11:47:01.000-07:00Random plot bunny(Clamp owns them)
Fuuma sat down on the rock. The stream gurrgle by, resting his trouble soul. He look down. He was still holding the shiken with a death grip. He died with the sword in his hand. Fuuma was not sure what happen to Kamui or earth, but all he know was the overwelling feeling of betrayal. He was not quite sure who he betray, or it was it Fate's guilt washing over Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393357572259429391noreply@blogger.com