All Souls' Night

I'm debating with myself whether or not to turn srevan into a community. It would be annoying to repost everything, but it would also be a lot simpler to deal with.

Opinons?

Edit | I've done it. It will take a while before I'm completely up, as I have to sort through everything and decide what's worth keeping and what isn't, and consolidate things made over the course of multiple posts. But srevan is a community, as you can see.

Liss, ask to join in as many of your incarnations as you like, and I'll add you to the list so you can see NC and original stuff again.

I can't help but advertise myself sometimes. Especially when I keep on making myself laugh as I write it. Granted, it would be much better and much funnier if it was read from the start, but still--

From Ranma, back to Naruto.

( any parallels are completely intentional )

I love the way I describe plot when I'm not bothering to actually try and write FOR anyone other than myself.

Maybe I should try writing like that for real some time.

( if you feel like reading something old and probably incomprehensible, here's what made me laugh )

If anyone other than rabidfarfgirl understands enough of that to be interested in the rest, let me know.

So. There was Zombie A, and there was Zombie B. They didn't really know each other, but that's kinda hard when all you do is shuffle around all day going "bleeearrrrgh." Of course, they weren't exactly smart enough to know each other, which helps.

At the moment, they were shuffling along in approximately the same direction, not really aware of each other beyond the recognition that someone going "bleeearrrrgh" was not food. Both were pretty much intact, and so it was more of a shuffle than a lurch. Still, they didn't know how to pick up their feet, so there was a problem when Zombie A came across an old tree stump. Since it wasn't moving and wasn't making any noise, the zombie ignored it, and, as a result, banged nastily against it, toppling at a diagonally sideways angle and knocking Zombie B down on its back in the process.

Zombie A tried an experimental bite at one of the lumpy things beneath its teeth that might be food. Zombie B tried an experimental grab at the thing on top of it that might be food. They tried a bit of moaning and groaning, because saying "bleeearrrrgh" got repetitive, even for a zombie. A random passerbye was entirely disturbed by the vaguely risqué happenings, but managed to get a good video clip before sneaking away.

And thus romance was born.

I really like the way the colors move around here. Not fast and flashy, like some places, but gentle and cool. I know they're not all cool colors, but that's the way they move nonetheless. The hall's not like that, of course, but if I keep my door open just a bit, they mostly don't sneak in too much. This is so much a better place now it's been restamped.

If I ask nicely, they might even help me lay out my glove patterns.