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Sep. 28th, 2005 04:39 amLook at the icon. XD The screengrabs were taken by Donkeykongsong, and I've been pondering what to do with them. Then I came up with this. All hail the Von Schraiders! And the bikers . . . and the Ishtars . . . and the Kaibas. . . . And everyone else. X3
And this blurb is the counterpart to the blurb where Siegfried found Leonhard bleeding on the floor. ;__; Here, the opposite situation occurs. This blurb is much longer than the other one, though, and more detailed.
( So Long and Goodnight )
Wow. That was longer than I thought. And it could end up being part of a fic. I like the way I wrote it, with all the detail.
It still fascinates me that I have such an obsession with death and that sort of thing. I remember as a kid I'd sometimes find stories involving death and I hated them because they made me sad, but something drew me to them anyway and I'd usually re-read them. My obsession with death obviously ties in with my love of hurt/comfort, as they often go hand in hand. It's hard to explain why that sort of thing intrigues me, but it does. I don't really think I'm that macabre of a person, though. My interest has its limits. For instance, I know I would never want to live in view of a cemetery. That would highly disturb me. XD; We passed a house for sale the other day that was kitty-cornered from the town cemetery, and I was thinking then about how unsettling it would be to live there.
And this blurb is the counterpart to the blurb where Siegfried found Leonhard bleeding on the floor. ;__; Here, the opposite situation occurs. This blurb is much longer than the other one, though, and more detailed.
( So Long and Goodnight )
Wow. That was longer than I thought. And it could end up being part of a fic. I like the way I wrote it, with all the detail.
It still fascinates me that I have such an obsession with death and that sort of thing. I remember as a kid I'd sometimes find stories involving death and I hated them because they made me sad, but something drew me to them anyway and I'd usually re-read them. My obsession with death obviously ties in with my love of hurt/comfort, as they often go hand in hand. It's hard to explain why that sort of thing intrigues me, but it does. I don't really think I'm that macabre of a person, though. My interest has its limits. For instance, I know I would never want to live in view of a cemetery. That would highly disturb me. XD; We passed a house for sale the other day that was kitty-cornered from the town cemetery, and I was thinking then about how unsettling it would be to live there.
