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Update on MA thesis on HP fan fiction [09 May 2009|04:04pm]

sociologistff
Hi!

With this message, I would like to thank all of you who answered my questionnaire at http://fanfiction.frontexperts.com (see the original message below) and have given me helpful feedback. Many of you who sent me emails with comments let me know that my questionnaire did not fully embrace your experience with fan fiction. Because a survey is a highly standardized research instrument, there was no way of avoiding this problem but I decided to broaden my research design according to the concerns conveyed to me. Thus, I would like to conduct a group discussion with fan fiction authors where they will have the opportunity to freely talk about their experience without being bound by narrow questions like in the survey.

Therefore, I am looking for Harry Potter fan fiction authors who will attend the LeakyCon 2009 from May 21st-24th in Boston and who would be willing to get together for an hour or two as a group to discuss their experience with me and the other fan fiction authors. As far as I can tell from the LeakyCon schedule, Saturday morning would probably work best to meet for the discussion. Also, it would give us a chance to get to know each other on Thursday or Friday. I will provide a space at the hotel where we will be undisturbed and make sure we have drinks and snacks. A group of 8-12 people would work best but if there are too few people for a group discussion, I would be happy to meet with any of you informally at LeakyCon to talk about your experience as a fan fiction author.

By participating in a group discussion, you would make an immense contribution to the quality and accuracy of my research. I am looking forward to meeting you in person and hearing about your life in Harry Potter fan fiction. If you want to participate please let me know until May 19th by replying to this message or at fanfictions@ gmx.net or petra.baumann@edu.uni-graz.at.

Thank you so much for your repeated help!
Best,
Petra

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Harry Potter Fan Fiction - Help with MA thesis! [16 Apr 2009|12:56am]

sociologistff
Hello!
I hope it's OK that I'm posting this message here. I do not have any financial interest whatsoever, this message regards academic research only!

My name is Petra Baumann and I’m doing research for my master’s thesis in sociology on Harry Potter fan fiction at the University of Graz, Austria. As a sociologist, I am especially interested in the social background of fan fiction authors: where they come from, how old they are, etc. Through my research I found that, many studies on fan fiction are done in the fields of literary studies, women studies, or cultural studies but there are very little sociological data available, especially on the Harry Potter fan fiction community.

In order to gather sociological data on Harry Potter fan fiction authors, I developed a short online questionnaire. If you are an author of Harry Potter fan fiction you would immensely help me with my research if you could answer this questionnaire at
http://fanfiction.frontexperts.com

The questions will take about 10 minutes to answer and there will be no spam or advertising when you click the link. The evaluation is done anonymously and the data will be used solely for academic research. If you have any questions regarding the questionnaire or my research please feel free to contact me at fanfictions@gmx.net or visit my LifeJournal.

Thank you!
Best,
Petra

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NEWBIE SURVEY [18 Apr 2007|04:06pm]

anjelkitty34
[ mood | cheerful ]

<b>NEWBIE SURVEY!</b>

<b>Name:</b> Angelica Atkinson
<b>Age:</b> 34
<b>Gender:</b> F
<b>Favorite anime/tv series/manga/etc:</b> X-Files/ Stargate SG1/XMen
<b>Favorite character(s):</b> Scully/Sam/Storm
<b>Favorite writing style <font size="1">(angst, romance, alternate universe, one shot, multi-part, etc)</font>:</b> Hurt/Comfort/Romance
<b>How did you get into writing/art?:</b>  I started when I was in Jr. High. I didn't know others did it until the internet.

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Chapter 3 [16 Apr 2007|06:35am]

jadey_fadey
[ mood | exhausted ]

Nothing's More Than What Love Is For.

Chapter 3:click for the candyCollapse )

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Chapter 2 [15 Apr 2007|08:42pm]

jadey_fadey
[ mood | dorky ]

Nothing's More Than What Love Is For

Chapter 2:

click for the candyCollapse )
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story [11 Apr 2007|06:44am]

jadey_fadey
[ mood | chipper ]

Hey,

this is my first time in this community but I want to post a chapter of a story I wrote. Please tell me whether you like it or not?

Nothing's More Than What Love Is For.
click for the storyCollapse )

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The Notebook Fanfictions [17 Nov 2006|06:20am]

obsessedemotion
[ mood | Just woke up. ]

I was wondering if anyone on this community knows any of the move The Notebook Fanfiction or even a community with them? I am currently obsessed with that movie so I was just wondering.

Please keep me informed.

Bye.

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[15 Nov 2006|09:46pm]

junsui_chikyuu
Hey, just joined this Comm. Hoping someone could help me out. If this is not allowed I apologize and will delete it asap.
My current obsession is: the 90's movie Little Giants. I. Need. Fanfiction. for it. But it does not seem to exist. Preferably Spike/Icebox, but of course, I'll take anything I can get right now. Thanks, in advance, for any help.
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[16 Sep 2006|09:02pm]

sunlike
If you feel obsessed with one of the hottest couples on earth, join us at brangelinafics, where you can read and share (if you´re also a writer) lovely and wonderful stories about them. Ratings for all tastes.

Read our Profile
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Another Challenge Fic [19 Feb 2006|03:54pm]

croix_blanche
If anyone doesn't know of Loveless (raburesu), maybe you know of Fruits Basket? I'm looking for stories pertaining to Ritsu - He's the year of the monkey. Any and all will be welcome as long as they are about him.
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Request [19 Feb 2006|02:41pm]

croix_blanche
Not sure if I'm allowed to do this, if not, please delete. But I'm searching for Loveless fanfiction, either about the Zero boys or Shinonome Hitomi (Sensei). If anyone wants to take up the challenge and write their own, I would love you forever.
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[15 Feb 2006|08:45pm]

foxxyauthority
I apologize if this post is against community protocol... if so, please delete it or let me know!

If you are looking for another venue to share your works and find the best collection of fandom on livejournal, please stop on by _fanfics_.

The Fanfiction Archives is a multi fandom fiction and art community, where members gather together, share their works and critique the works of their fellows! Things never get too dull - there is always a community wide challenge, member highlight or contest open to members! In fact, if you join soon you will still have time to partake in the Innocent Bystander Challenge, open for submissions through Thursday February 23 (details and such can be found on the community's main page, challenge open to all members).

_fanfics_ hopes to someday boast the largest archive of fanfiction and fanart on livejournal - already we have 400+ amazing works only a mouseclick away.

Please feel free to check in if you have a spare moment, join if you like the look of things, and fill out the "Newbie Survey" to introduce yourself!

We look forward to seeing some of you there!
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community pimping [29 Jul 2005|09:03pm]

steerpikesister
http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=hp_northeast_uk

this is my new community for Potter fans in the north east of England. hopefuly we might get enough to have our own Potterday outing! please join!
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[23 Mar 2005|08:50pm]

ex_katysioux87
[ mood | join! I'll <3 you forever! ]

If you are a fan of the band AFI and have fanfics that you would like to share, join my community afi_fic I am in dire need of members!

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[12 Mar 2005|10:19pm]

__isis__
[ mood | crazy ]

This was a wonderfully inspired community! God knows people get sick of my mad rantings, ravings, and rambles (The deadly Rs). Yes, so, I go by Isis *bows* and I'm obsessed with a good many things not the least of which are Harry Potter and Lord of The Rings. I also get obsessed about writing in general, various songs, whoever happens to be my current object of affection, chocolate, and plenty more I can't remember at the moment. Yes, so I just came to introduce myself, though I really have nothing of interest to post at the moment. Ta ta!

~Isis

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[12 Jan 2004|12:20am]

rejecta
hello. story is posted here.

plot: my band goes on tour with blink-182. nuff said? oh yeah.

(comedy/romance are the genres.)
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my first GUD fic *yay* [30 Jul 2003|02:55pm]

kitsunegari
*gulp*

"You've been a great- an audience esentially. Now fuck off!" Paul announced through the microphone. The audience cheered, whistled, laughed and clapped, hanging onto everyword he said like symbiotes, then the three performers left the stage, dragging their bucket of beer with them. The audience remained in their seats continuing their applause, expecting another 'final' appearnce. Behind the curtains however, the three men had already begun to change.
In his own dressing room, Paul was just removing his shirt when Cameron came in unannounced. He raised an eyebrow at the semi naked figure in front of him and gave a small nod of approval as he approached. He noted the fine down that scattered Paul's pigeon chest, the way it encircled his nipples before leaping boldly to his navel and tracing its way down to that hidden region below the waistband of his trousers. He felt a rush of warmth pass through his body as he absorbed this information. Now was the time, it was now or never. They had been working together for 18 months now, and this was the first time he had gathered the courage to make his move. As the distance between him and Paul lessened, he grew more agitated with excitement. Paul looked up startled by the sudden entrance, his shirt in his hand he stared as Cameron approached him from the doorway. The two men said noting.
Cameron raced uo to Paul and kissed him. At first Paul was taken aback by the embrace, pulling away from him and looking at Cam qizzially. He noted the expression of disappointment and embarrassment on the younger man's face and smiled. He dropped his shirt onto the floor and pulled Cameron into a long and passionate embrace. Pressing face against Cam's he forced the lads lips apart with his tongue and roamed his mouth. He tasted sweet. Cam kissed him back with all the passion of a giddy school boy unable to believe his luck. His hands explored the naked torso of his prize, feeling the softness of his skin, while his tongue darted in and out of his mouth. There was a moan of pleasure from Paul as Cam pulled himself closer and rubbed himself up against the front of Paul's crotch. There was a notable protrusion in the region which excited Cam more adn he felt a rush of pleasuer pulse through his body as his own erection brushed against Paul's. To Cam's complete embarrassment, as he kissed the man he had desired for months and his own bulging erection bumped against Paul's leg, he flet a second wave of pleasure and a distinct wetness in his jockeys as he ejaculated. A dark stain appeared in the front of his pants and the embrace was ended abruptly when Cam pulled away. He flushed with embarrassment and tried to hide it from his infatuation, but was unsuccessful. Paul tried mildly successfully to hide a smirk. Before he had a chance to rassure Cam that it was okay, he was gone, exiting the dressing room as quickly as he had entered. Paul stood staring at the closed door for a moment, smirked, shook his head, then continued to get changed.

Kitsunegari
17 July 2003
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[30 May 2003|11:12am]

reservoir
[ mood | excited ]

Hi. I'm new. And I'm obsessed with the Weasleys, currently. I have multiple other obsessions (including Alan Rickman), but this is the biggest one right now. Be prepared for them to change often. This group is perfect for me-I love to rant, but my friends are sick of hearing about it, and hate having to deal with in RL, and on my LJ. So here I am.

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Perpetual Perplexity or What the Hell Happened to Me?: The Musings of a Dead Man. [17 Mar 2003|10:20am]

kitsunegari
[ mood | apathetic ]

Perpetual Perplexity or What the Hell Happened to Me?: The Musings of a Dead Man.

I've contemplated many things, but death was never one of them. I don't remember exactly when it happened or even what I was doing before hand, but what I do recall disturbs me. How can the dead be disturbed by anything? I often wondered that myself and never thought in my life --ha! life. I can even make bad jokes in death, things can't be all bad-- i'd ever find out. But I'm disturbed by what I recall about my death. It's not the fact that i'm dead that i find the most disturbing, though it did come as quite a shock. It's not everyday you wake up to discover that you've died. No. What I find the most disturbing is how I died. Or rather how I believe I died.
I've never heard of someone being found dead in this manner. I can't even fathom it. It's too incredible. I've sat here for days trying to figure it out. From the first moment I relised I was dead I've tried to work out how I did it and why. Maybe I was drunk. That could explain why I don't remember what happened before. By piecing it together I know I wasn't alone when it happened. I know this because when I firswt realised I was dead there were a couple of other guys near by with expressions on their faces that were a mixture of awe, shock and absolute terror. Things got a little shady after that until the police and ambulance showed and took away my body. I don't recall what was being said because I was still suffering from the disorientation of one minute being alive and the next minute being dead. There was a lot of investigating going on, police tape, forensic photographers, everything. It was almost like a scene from a movie. I even got a couple of groovy chalk outlines! I found that part exciting. I don't know why, i just did. Some childhood fantasy perhaps. All in all there was an awful lot of excitement. That was a few days ago now. There has been the occasional detective come by to check on the scene and the chalk outlines and police taoe are still here, but for the most part, it's just me and my musings.
I've tried to leave the area a few times, because frankly, the scenery is quite dull. Come on, someone died here! There's still blood on the ground! That, and I'm sick and tired of staring at the same boring decor all the time! For some reason though, everytime I try to walk through the archway to the kitchen, I hit something like a brick wall. I know there isn't one there, but I keep walking into it none the less. That's got me a little perplexed. I don't know much about the afterlife, what with this being my first experience with it and all. So this whole being unable to leave that area in which I died thing is somewhat of a mystery. It would be nice though, I'm dying --oh dear, another terrible pun-- for a drink. Being dead is rather thirsty work.
It's actuallyquite boring being dead. Well, when I'm not trying to figure out what I was before my sudden and somewhat untimely passing that is. I've heard people talk of the whole possiblity of life after death, well, if this is it, I'm extremely disappointed. Things were much more exciting when I was alive. This is torture. Maybe this is hell! My own personal hell: to be bored out of my skull for eternity never knowing the truth of my death. Always to speculate what might have caused such a perplexing and disturbing demise. It sort of makes sense though. That whole whole fire and brimstone twaddle did seem a little far fetched to me. More like something from a childrens book than an eventuality. Unless it's your worst fear. I don't know if I've ever been afraid of eternal bordom though. Seems to me, my prsonal hell is something that I find truly annoying. Hmm. Boredom bugs me. I hate boredom. I have to have something to do, something to stimulate my senses. Then again, I've neer really believed in hell. So, if this isn't hell, then what is it? Maybe it's the waiting room to the next life. If that's so, then why amd I the only one here?
It's all really starting to bug me. Imagine that, a posthumousness with emotions and feelings. How is it possible to still think and feel even thought I'm technically a nothing? I don't understand what's going on. Maybe it's the disorientation of being alive so recently.
You know what really confuses me? It's the arm and the foot. From what I can remember, I was still pretty much whole, where limbs and feet are concerned. So who's were they and what connection do they have to this? Add to that the blodstained chainsaw lying near the remains of my decapitated body, and you've got a confusing very picture. It's like a dream that jumps all over the place and misses out on all the important parts that fill in whats going on. That's what disturbs me the most about this whole thing. I've got all these pieces of a puzzle that when put together creates frightening picture. What I can't fathom is why anyone, let alone myself, would consider severing parts of themself with a chainsaw.


Kitsunegari
11 February 2003

(This story was inspired by the Darwin Award detailing a group of guys who, in an effort to prove how macho they were, decided to sever bits of themselves with a chainsaw. One guy severed a foot, another an arm, and one who cut off his own head. This story is about the guy who cut off his head).

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[01 Nov 2002|09:44am]

kitsunegari
[ mood | creative ]

Despair Part 3

He actually thought he had got away with it. As he stepped into the taxi, he took one last longing look up at the outside of the hotel, tears blurring his vision as he did so, then the cab drove into the distance. Ten minutes after Tim's emotional departure, Rich strolled up to the hotel entrance, greeted the doorman and walked inside. He was hoping to talk to Paul about an idea he had come up with for the group. Though the Doug Anthony Allstars had broken up nearly ten years ago, Rich was sure Paul would be interested in a one off reunion tour for the boys. He hadn't yet spoken to Tim about the idea, but since relations were mildly strained between those two, he thought it better to talk to Paul first. As Paul was in Melbourne for ComFest, he had had to fly down to see and speak to him. He knew Paul had a busy schedule coming up, with his Gud tour and his rehearsals for The Withces of Eastwick, but he was sure Paul would find the time to get back together with the boys. Even if only for a few shows.
Rich could hardly believe it had been nearly ten years since the three of them had gone their separate ways. Each had been fairly successful in their own right, but it was Paul who had been the most successful, with Good News Week and his most recent comedy shows. Himself, he had done a variety of different projects, both on television and radio, but he preferred to to sit behind the scenes and keep an eye on what was happening. As for Tim, he'd only taken mild notice and had recently seen a couple of episodes of Shock Jock someone had sent him. Not his cup of tea, but he still found them amusing.
-It seems time does fly when you're having fun- he thought as he entered the lift that would take him to the floor Pauls room was on. Thirty seconds later he exited teh lift and found himself on the tenth floor.
-Now which way to Paul's room?- he asked himself as he surveyed the sterile corridor. To the left was room 1020, to his right 1019. Paul's room was 1013, so he went right.
He knocked on door 1013 and waited for and answer, when none came he knocked again and called "Paul, it's Rich." Still no answer. He checked his watch: 11:21. Now either he wasn't there because of some press engagement, or still asleep. In the case of the latter, Rich knocked harder on the door and called louder. Still no response.
-I'll come back later- he said to himself and departed for the lift.

Meanwhile, TIm sits in the back of his escape car, tears of regret falling down his face. Had he really done what he had done? He looked down at his and hands and could see blood stained under his fingernails. This had to be a dream. It was all too surreal to be truth. He closed his eyes to try and regain a sense of sanity, but when he did so, all he could see was the image of his mutilated friends lying betrayed and violated on his hotel bed, an expression of sadness and confusion on his lifeless face. he reopened his eyes with a painful cry that made the cabbie turn around and ask if he was alright.
-Yeah, I'm fine. Just get me to Tullamarine Airport okay.
Obediently the cabbie turned around and drove on. Meanwhile, Tim sat crying in the back seat.

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Despair (pt 2) Formerly known as Duality [10 Sep 2002|12:13pm]

kitsunegari
[ mood | artistic ]

WARNING: Suitable only for person 15 years and over. Contains course language, and violence.


Paul stood staring at his lifeless body lying on the bed of his hotel room. A deep crimson spreading outward from his torn throat onto the duvee. He stood there and watched as Tim continued to fuck him, barely able to believe it. He stood unmoving as Tim finished up, showered and left. This man had been his best friend for years. Tears formed in his eyes and spilt down his face. He couldn't move. He couldn't speak. He couldn't avert his gaze. He just stared, frozen, at his brutally destroyed form.

It was twenty four hours before his body was found. Paul remained where he was, only metres from the bed as a knock was heard on the door, as his name was called out by a voice that was all to familiar, as hotel security broke into his room and his body was discovered. He could do nothing but stare and cry. He wished he could tell them what had happened. He wanted to yell out the whole story, but no sound escaped his lips. His mind raced with thoughts and pleas he just couldn't express. All he could do was observe silent and unseen. Even when his body was finally removed from the room and the place cleaned, he couldn't leave. He was trapped.


til next....
~Kits~

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Me again... [04 Sep 2002|09:13am]

crow_jane
[ mood | devious ]

I'd better introuduce myself before I go any further - my name is crow_jane and I'm a Blixa Bargeld junkie (you know, the guy from the Bad Seeds, Nick Cave's band?)- and you can have a good look at the target of my obsessive tendencies here.
This takes me to the following: here is something I've taken from a forum I was on. Its a weird attempt of fan-fiction from me - especially since the topic of the thread was supposed about somebody else (P.J.Harvey, if there are any P.J obsessives reading this), but the folk on the forum were cool about it & didnt seem to mind - maybe they 'understood' ;) even if I did take over the story just a little bit, but never mind. I've posted it here, starting from the point when I first joined in. Usernames have been changed to protect the curious, although I wont be able to fool anyone...

Topic: @ the P.J.H dinner party
(starting from my first post in the topic)

ME
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As Idiot was busy vaporising the party members using
his customised atomic fart-ray, (ME) was busy
slacking away at the International underground spy
radar station. Strange. Suddenly the party
re-animates. Turning to monitor no.5 she caught a
fleeting glimpse of a tall dark clad figure retreating
into the woods. Not the boy with the fart gun, thats
for sure(amused that he who wielded such an instrument
of evil failed to take the adequate precautions.
Gassed himself, the fool)- No, who could it be? Who is
this tall, strangely magnetic figure with the red
right hand & those weird powers of resurrection.
(ME) was *sure* she saw him pass Elven queen that
great big flask of life preserving wine. Why did Polly
turn her head just for a moment, when he departed like
a flash of shadow......?

Tori
-------------------------------------------------------------------
(ME) looked into her glass globe and saw..........
Nick Cave... or was it someone else??????? Someone who
wanted to look as Nick...
(ME)putted her leather uniform on and opened a
secret door... she walked through a corridor and
entered the forest...
Then she...

ME
...thought Man, this uniform looks pretty cool on me.

Venturing further into the woods, she noticed a
disturbance in some bushes by a nearby riverbank.
Investigating with caution, she was shocked to notice
that there was a poor wee lad (about 43 years old, 6ft
2inches tall, in a black pinstriped suit,straw hat,
sunnies and tiny little goatee)who appeared to be lost
and disorientated. She came over to him and asked him
gently if he was lost. "I am" he sobbed, in a somewhat
German accented voice. "I just vant to go home"
[(ME) was not paying attention to the fact that
he had started to hypnotically bat his eylashes at
her]"Do you want to take you to the policeman so he
can help you?" She said. "NEIN!!!...uh,uhm..no no" he
replied, "I Think I'm[sob]*really* lost"(his eyelashes
began batting into a more seductive tempo). "Whats
your name?" she asked gently.."Uhm.." he said, looking
down at his perfectly cut lapel with the letters
'B.B.'on a brass pin there.."I dont knowh![sob]I dont
knowh!![sob] I haff forgotten my name!![howls]Please
help me!! I haff forgotten my name!![weeping]"
(ME)was struck with a blow of pity for this
poor lost child with the policeman phobia and oddly
fluttery eyelashes who clearly was in desperate need.
She decided to temporarily put aside the investigation
of the shadowy stranger to take this kid home and
restore him to his parents. Maybe they could help him
find his name.
"C'mon" she said, holding out her hand to him, "come
home with me, I run a safe house that kids can come to
if they get into trouble. I'll take you home & after
youve had some Ovaltine and sandwiches I'll help you
to find your mum"" Uhm, do you have any dry red
wine,und maybe some garlic prawns?"
he asked "..well, I think I have some prawns, but I'll
pick up some wine at the bottle shop on the way home,
your parents can pay me back when they come" said
(ME)as they made their way towards the 7-11
shopping center just by the edge of the forest. "Whats
that your carrying in your hand?" she said, looking at
the old guitar case he was holding. It had a sticker
reading: 'Property of the Bad Seeds, Nick cave tour
2002'. "Maybe that might tell me who you are" "You
think Ihm Nick Cave?" said he, sounding puzzled (as he
ran the tip of his tongue over the pointy vampire
fangs he carefully kept hidden from (ME)'s
view. This was *too* easy)"Do you hahve a
cigarrete?""You mean those candy fags?" said she.

Meanwhile, back at tea party base camp, Polly Jean was
busy helping Tori, Jimi and the others fix up the refreshments.
Some of the scones and vol au vents
needed to be thrown out after being tainted by the
Idiot's fart-ray, but a few people had remembered to
bring a plate so there was no problem here.

750 revs noticed that Polly seemed distracted
since the visitation by the stranger. "Whats wrong?"
she said."I'm certain that was Nick out there" she
replied. "Suzie said he often goes out wandering in
all sorts of weather & she gets worried about him.
There's been reports of a Vampire German Guitar player
lurking in the region luring people to take him home.
If there's anybody in the party who knows the woods
*really* well, I'd like them to volunteer to track him
so we can take him back here where its safe, and I'm
sure he would be starving by now"
Tori was interested - "But arn't vampires
destroyed by sunlight?" "He's wearing magical sunnies" Polly
replied. "They protect him. Anyone fancy a touch of
brandy in the whipped cream?"

Banshee
-------------------------------------------------------------------
Banshee somehow slinks into the scene
without anybody noticing. fashionably late and tired
from her journey she finds the big red couch in the corner
and settles into it and begins to write in her notebook.

Tori
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Tori jumps on the table and grabs the mic
and asks whowants to join her for a walk through the forest...
'We have to make that everything's safe!!!', she
said...
'Now I just know who we can use... Elven queen with her
mystical preserving-wine, Dragonfly with her suspicious
mind and her hearing like bats, 750 revs with
her magical words and songs, Queen of boredom and Jimi
with their flying guitars, Goddess with her brains,
Aragorn (just 'cos he's a prince), Aquaman (well 'cos he's the oldest...), Mutt
with is MAD DOG, (ME)...
'cos she's our Strange and mystical one and Tori with her unhuman power...
Hmmm should we ask Idiot
for his farts... nope we don't need that, we only would
attract the bad people with it... '

'We also need some clever people to stay with our
queen, Polly... Am sure Yoda,Gandalf,Boromir,
(ME)and Banshee can do the defending bit... '
'Could someone get (ME), she should know about
our mission!'

'So what will it be guys and how will we start this
operation?' Tori asks...

Mystic
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this operation needs pink champagne says Mystic.
Floating in on his magic rug his secret guest gently
moving through another melody. Ms. Amos sips some more
pink champagne and tilts her head back, winks at Tori
'long time no see sister!' and walks over to the
supper group. With the group complete and Richards
carpet hovering upside down plans begin to become
beautiful patterns around PJ's head....

ME
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As the party was conferring in the woods, (ME)
had arrived home with the lost boy that she had found
by the riverside. His parents must have had money, he
was very fussy in the bottle shop about what wine he
wanted & she ended up spending much more than she
intended, but man that was a monster of a tantrum he
threw in there!(her ears were still ringing from that
weird & glass-shattering screech he kept doing)
AND to make it worse she ended up blowing half her
bill money on an extra 3 bags of frozen prawns because
it turned out what she had wasnt going to enough to
feed him. This 'little boy' was turning out to be
*extremely* high-maintainance!
....And there was something else, too. He seemed to
have an odd fascination for red colored liquids. She
had to keep dragging him away from the red Gatorade,
the Rasberry cordial, the tomato juice, the cranberry
flagons..and he also kept gazing longingly at people's
necks("I just vant to haff a look aht them!!"). She
was suspecting he might have picked up a few unsavoury
habits at school, and she decided to have a word with
his parents about it.
Meanwhile, outside the supermarket someone was giving
away samples of a new brand of tea to promote it. It
had different flavours, lemon, orange,
apple...rasberry. Somehow, the color of *this*
rasberry tea seemed unusual...it was like an almost
*blood* red. As (ME) was busy in the checkout
the 'lost boy' was drawn to the sample stall. That red
liquid looked so...appetising. He felt so...HUNGRY!
Unable to help himself, he moved over to the tea
table, unable to control the pointy little fangs as
they started to emerge from his mouth...
(ME)had just gotten the docket when the radio
at the supermarket began to play a PJ Harvey song,
"Down by the water". She realised she had forgotten to
check on the 'Lost Boy' she found by the river!! He
might have gotten lost again!! Looking frantically
around, she saw one of the freakiest things in her
life - as the song was playing every loudspeaker
seemed to be sprouting beautiful patterns in the air,
and somehow she felt there were plans hidden in those
patterns, but she didnt know how to read them. That
was when a tall shadowy figure loomed up behind her
and spoke "I know the meanings of those patterns, and
they tell me you must return to the forest with me as
you are required there". She turned around - It was
the Stranger with the Red Right Hand! How did he find
her! "Excuse me" he said, turning to the commotion at
the tea-stall. "Blixa! when your finished with the tea
lady could you come over here? We need to go now!" The
'Lost Boy' looked up from his vampiric tea-frenzy and
answered "Just hang ohn! - I need to get my guitar!"
The truth was starting to dawn on (ME)
- "You mean to say I bought all these %&#@*#@*!?! prawns for
NOTHING!!??!"

Gandalf
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I would have made a witty, imaginative reply to this
thread long ago but I'm still frozen in a catatonic
state of drooling, bug-eyed shock:
I'M AT A DINNER PARTY WITH PJ HARVEY, DAMMIT!!!

And she looks so pretty in the flesh!

Mephisto
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...all this time Mephisto has been trying
to talk to people but to no avail.It is quite impossible to
penetrate the "caustic b*astard" aura which spreads 25
ft around him.After 6 shots of famous grouse the field
of repulsion drops..he makes a pass at Tori,
succeeds, then flees when she starts to tell him
of her dream wedding for the third time in 12 minutes.
Mephisto meets Jimi,
they shake hands,the combined
forces of malevolence and disgruntlement cause a
mighty thunder-clap and flash of light.All that
remains is a pair of steel-toe timberlands and Jimi's
carpet-slippers smouldering in a crater.Polly breaks
down and runs back to Dorset,Dragonfly,hammered on
Stella-Artois asked her how things were going with
Nick Cave..shortly before nutting Mr.Gallo for
cheating at twister.It is around now that the knives
come out....

Bladerunner
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somebody say "knives"?!?!?!
hehehe... Bladerunner takes off
invisabilty robe and swings her 30 cm. kitchen knife
frantically at all directions.
then she remmembers she is not at all a
violent person. she turns back time with her 4
dimentional time-reverser, so much in fact she brings
polly back from dorset, and is now playing back up on
violin to polly who just HAD to play plants and rags
when inspired by Bladerunner's ability to turn
back the wheels of time. now someone has to come up with
a plan still, no? ...

Goddess
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then Goddess gave out the party bags
which were full of shiney things and everyone went yay yay
except for Idiot who went outside to be
sick after having drunk
far too mucho............................

ME
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which was about the time that a hot pink volkswagon
convertible pulled up at the party site. Four people
came out, The tall handsome stranger(after wiping the
red stuff from his right hand off on the fluffy dice
that hung above steering wheel),(ME)
carrying 3 bags of half-thawed prawns & 1 bottle of extremely
expensive red wine, the 'lost boy' and the tea lady from
the supermarket (who was hanging off'lost boy's' arm as they
were making fluttery eyes at each other)"I think if you
started the barbeque up straight away the prawns should cook ok" said Nick.

Tori
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Tori runs over to (ME):
'Where have you been?
We have a major problem... There was someone lurking
about in that forest... So we thought of having a look
there...'

Mephisto
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...It was Mephisto,partially exploded,
they looked to his hand in it was...
"poptrash" by Duran Duran.He screamed
"dont look at me!!".He then ran off into the murky
forest..it was then that Simon Le Bon pulled him into
the back of a van and took off.Could the rest of the
Scooby gang save him?..........

ME
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As Nick greased the barbeque plate & tossed the prawns
around in a bit of the red wine & some pepper & garlic
he yelled out to Blixa(the 'lost-boy')to find that
long match they use for lighting barbeques. After
lighting the coals & letting the plate heat up to cook
he wandered up to Tori & (ME) and spoke to them
- "who is this person you spoke of lurking in the
woods?" "We thought it was you" said (ME).
"There was also talk about a vampire" said Tori "you
mean him?" said Nick as he gestured to Blixa who at
the moment was busy attending to the tea-lady."By the
way", said Nick, "Where's Polly?"

The kid
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Before Polly could respond to Nick' all of a sudden
The kid enters the ballroom with none other than Idiot at his side well' Polly
could not believe what.....

Banshee
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... what Idiot was wearing! Head to toe in hot pink
fetish clothing! everyone's attention turned to Idiot
and....

Tori
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they all looked like this... Hmmm said Tori, never
knew you could be beautiful...
Everybody was eating and dancing... when suddenly...
Goddess starts screaming: 'There's a dead woman in
the toilets!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'

Goddess
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quote:
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Originally posted by Tori:
they all looked like this... Hmmm said Tori,
never knew you could be beautiful...
Everybody was eating and dancing... when suddently...
Goddess starts screaming: 'There's a dead woman in
the toilets!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'
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How come I get the toilet scene??? HMMMMM

Dragonfly
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so everyone runs to the toilets, Goddess in lead,
and then the S h i t Monster arrives (<< wink )... (sorry to make
this gross , you can always change the suite )

ME
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It began to dawn on Blixa that he may have gone a
little overboard (vampirically, of course) with that
girl with the nice tea that he picked up from the
supermarket....

obsess much?

Hi [12 Jun 2002|10:03pm]

irishgirl1274
[ mood | crazy ]

I'm new here. My obsession is the man in the icon. Yep, that's him. Mr. JC Chasez. I do write fan fiction. Have a couple of stories, they also involve the backstreet boys. If any of you want to read them, give a shout out and i'll post them on here. :)

obsess much?

[07 Jun 2002|11:34pm]

kitsunegari
hmmm...
not much happening here....
*dashes off to compose some fan fic*

til next....
~Kits~
obsess much?

thought it about time.... [19 Apr 2002|06:57am]

kitsunegari
[ mood | like that.... ]

been lurking here for a short bit, and decided that I should say something....
"something"

anyhoo....
i don't write fan fic often, and when i do it's usually DAAS or Paul McDermott related....
*sigh* *needs to get a life in the fan fic arena*
so, here's my latest....

WARNING!!!!! WARNING!!!!! WARNING!!!!! WARNING!!!!! WARNING!!!!! WARNING!!!!!
THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS EXPLICIT MATERIAL NOT TO BE VIEWED BY PERSONS UNDER THE AGE OF 18! IT CONTAINS DETAILED DESCRIPTIONS OF MALE TO MALE SEXUAL REALTIONS. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!!!!!
IT IS ALSO WRITTEN REALLY REALLY REALLY BADLY. DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU ABOUT THAT.

Short background: this story takes place after the end of the great debate "Ignorance is Bliss", which featured, on the positive: Paul McDermott, Judith Lucy and Anthony Morgan. On the negative: Greg Proops, some scottish woman I can't remember the name of, and Rich Hall.




THE PIXIE AND THE OCELOT



The two men rushed down the corridor towards Paul's dressing room, making sure no one saw them as they entered. Ensuring the door was locked behind them, Paul turned and gazed lustfully at his prize. All night he had been exchanging glances and flirting with the manly figure that now stood before him, and once the lights had gone down, he had made his move. As subtle as a snowflake and as swift as lightning, he had captured his prey. Advancing slowly forward, he never took his eyes off the man. Staring wantonly into the bespecaled gaze of his latest catch, with a hunger so intense it made the other feel uneasy. The gap closed more swiftly than he had calculated and he thrust his face towards the other, kissing him with violent passion. Mashing his lips against the others, forcing them apart with his tongue and probing feverishly. The other started backing away due to the force, but Paul just grabbed him by the hips and thrust him back, feeling the prominent erection of his soon to be lover brush up against his own. Both let out breathless groans of pleasure at this touch and Paul broke off the kiss.

Breathing raggishly, Paul was then thrust up against the wall with passionate fury as Greg took control. All night he had been waiting to do this to him. Exchanging glances from across the stage and flirting with him. When Paul had approached him after the lights had gone out, he couldn't resist and they made a swift and silent exit to the dressing room. And now here he, Greg Proops, stood with Paul McDermott up against a wall, and the control was in his corner. He looked at the smaller man's face.

< So beautiful > he thought, then nibbled ferociously but delicately on his ear. He pinned Paul's arms to the wall and grinned mischieviously, before nibbling, suckng and kissing at his neck. Paul let out small groans of appreciation, but was getting frustrated. Why were they still clothed? As if reading the younger man's thoughts, Greg pulled Paul's shirt from his pants, revealing the soft white flesh of his stomach. Greg pulled off his tie as Paul undid his shirt and let it drop to the floor. Paul now stood bare chested before him. He stopped to take in the image of the figure that stod before him. Without a shirt, Paul looked even younger. A hairless, sparrow chested dwarf with an acid tongue. Greg felt his temperature rise. Paul's expression went from quizzical to raging lust as he sprang forth like a lion onto it's prey, knocking the two of them onto the bench. Once again Paul's mouth explored Greg's, while Gregs hands explored Pauls slender torso. Rubbing up and down his rib cage and down his back and over his stomach,hovering momentarily to play with his nipples. He slid his hands down Paul's stomach to his belt buckle and undid it, ripping the belt from it's loops. He then hovered over the button choosing instead to tease Paul further by tickling the engorgement that was attempting to escape. Paul broke the kiss and threw his head back with a gasp which made Greg grin.

--Do you like that do you? his voice laced with mischief, his hand doing the same.

Paul moaned again. He could feel the electricity run through his body every time Greg rubbed his hand against the front of his pants. Each shock bringing him closer and closer to climax.

--Take me! Paul gasped.

--In time, Greg replied. --in time...

Greg undid Paul's pants and let them drop. Paul's penis was pushing it's way from underneath the elastic of his jockey's. Greg helped it to find the freedom it craved. The sudden cool air on Paul's genitals made Paul shudder.

--Take me, he pleaded.

This time Greg responded by lifting Paul and sitting hiim on the bench, his back against the mirror, kneeling down before him and flicking his tongue across the head of Paul's penis.
Flames of desire went careening through Paul's body and he arched and twitched with desire.

--Take me! Take me now! he gasped.

Greg slowly enveloped the throbbing erection with his mouth, lightly rubbing his teeth along the shaft. Paul very nearly screamed out in ecstacy but was stopped by another wave of electricity shunting through his body. He shuddered as the orgasm swept past and another began to build. His hands gripped the edge of the surface, his knuckles turning white from the pressure. His breathing rapid and uneven, often coming in gasps as Greg sucked on his cock. His body began to arch and convulse as he neared his third orgasm.

--I'm going to blow this time, he breathlessly warned.

Greg took no heed and increased his pace. Sucking harder and harder. Nibbling and licking at the head.

--I'm coming! Paul gasped, and Greg sucked hard at Paul's penis, taking in everything that Paul had. He got up and spat the semen into the sink and rinsed his mouth as Paul sat panting on the other side of the room. He gathered up Paul's things and told him to get dressed. Fixing up his glasses and replacing his tie, he unlocked the door and opened it, checked no one was around and left. Paul showered, got changed and met up with Judith, Anthony and Rich at the pub.

--Where have you been? they asked.

--California, was his reply, then he plunged into his beer.

til next....
~Kits~
2 obsessed fans|obsess much?

[18 Apr 2002|11:28am]

okobojii
Hmmm...not much activity lately...oh well..

It says that all kinds are welcome, so I'll come right out and admit that I'm a boyband fan fic writer. I specialize in N Sync, but I sometimes venture into BSB as well.

Anyway, I look forward to sharing ideas...
-K
1 obsessed fan|obsess much?

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