Anyone wanna write something on pink, fluffy bunnies (OF DOOM)? I have officially lost my sanity.
Wouldn't your fan-fic characters really rather have a Buick? (This is a question about their preferred mode of transportation, BTW)
My oneshot will convey my answer. I do not own anyone. This is from Moe Scyzlak's POV (yes, The Simpsons). Set in limbo.
People Drive Like Spazzes
They're at it again.
Of all the customers I ever had, the Trainer-Ranger combined group is very susceptible to chaos. I know. I've seen it. And with the sole OC in the Trainer group, Dianne, being a trouble magnet, well...
Let's just say I've taken to wearing a helmet when she's doing mischief.
Sorry. Didn't introduce myself. Moe Scyzlak, The Simpsons character, bartender of Coffeehouse. You'd think a cafe would be more peaceful than a bar. Well, if you mix Pokemon, Power Rangers, The Simpsons and other shows (and the films, and books and the occasional OC), you've got a recipe for disaster.
This day isn't different.
Because, right now, Dianne, Ash and Ziggy Grover have commandeered poor Tommy Oliver's Jeep. And, yes, Tommy is currently tied up. And, yes, he is struggling against his bonds. And, yep, Ziggy's holdin' the poor fella down. No, they aren't kissing.
I watch as they scratch America's new Toyota, with England driving.
And, of course, subjected to an irate England's potty mouth. Even worse than Barney when drunk.
Then suddenly...
Dianne braked. Ziggy screamed. Ash ducked. Tommy struggled.
BOOM!
Oh, God. Not my car. Not my car. NOT MY CAR!!
"WHAT THE H*LL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! YOU CRASHED TOMMY'S JEEP INTO MY NEW BUICK!! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THAT FREAKING THING COST ME?!"
"Well, excuuuuse me." Dianne. I will kill her.
Tommy's finally wriggled free. "My Jeep..." he moans.
I will kill them. I will kill they who are responsible for the destruction of my beloved Buick.
How much would your character score in an IQ test?
They would all be average, 'cept for the super-smart ones.
What do you do when you get writers block?
I read. And sleep. Namely, I do a multitude of activities. Most common is bashing my head against the keyboard while saying, "Why me?"