I know the last thing anyone wants to hear is a bun bun whining about tornadoes, again. I apologize to anyone who thinks I've become a broken record but I come by my PTSD honestly. I was not looking forward to the prospect of spending another late April, digging my life out of the landfill that had been my home.

Given we had sightings that were within a few miles of us, I'm think I'm allowed a few moments elation.

I also thought that anyone who knew the bunny's location, and were a bit worried, might want a heads up. So here it is; they passed us by. They got close, or so the news reports kept telling us, and I'm sure we'll find some destruction out there tomorrow morning, but tonight I get to sleep in a bed in a room without a view of the stars. We even managed to hold onto our power and internet.

We were better prepared this time, I think. We knew it was a possibility a week or so ago and had gotten kits and plans together. We explained the situation to my niece and nephew, both of who were inside the lake house on April 27th, 2011, when it cracked like an egg. My niece barely batted an eye, because she was awfully young when it hit. My nephew, he started shaking. We calmed him down, giving assurances we could hardly be sure of, ourselves.

Tonight, when they reported a tornado having touched down right near the hospital my sister had picked to have her baby (20 minutes away,) we couldn't help but huddle in the hallway. My niece slept soundly, but my pregnant sister flushed, her face beet red, with a heart beating too fast to really handle. I was sure the baby could feel her stress, and I doubted that was a good thing. So I suggested we watch some Thug Notes since she was an English major and was bound to get a kick out of it.

Afterward, we hit up some BBC panel/game shows, and a box of donuts. We waited the storm out, wrapped up in blankets, enjoying Krispy Kremes, while watching David Mitchell spin a few porky pies on Would I Lie to You? We got so caught up in it, we missed the night's tornado deadline entirely. My sister calmed down, though you could hear the relief in her voice when her husband called us to tell us it was over.

Now I'm here, relating this to those of you who care, and those who are simply curious what's got a bun bun all in a tizzy. Answer? Not a tornado, not anymore, well... not tonight.

Still, I know there will be those who were not so fortunate, and my heart goes out to them. I know exactly what they are going through, and I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. They have all my thoughts and prayers.

And that's all folks!

Not quite the flood some of you may have been dreading, though I'm sure a few had no idea they were about to see that many bun buns wandering by, in all their bare-chested, sometimes bare-bottomed, glory. I hope everyone had half as much fun as I did going over old images (and a few new ones,) thinking about the creators, and friends, involved.

I tried to pick Bishie images that were either focused on representing the character, so no real naughty, interactive images, or else were created by someone who had an active hand in Bishie's design. I broke a few rules here and there, particularly with the more recent stuff, but I think that was a good mix, and it won't be quite so hard to find references the next time I need one.

There were a few images by friends that I couldn't squeeze in, one in particular, because she has apparently left the site. I hope no one feels slighted, or unloved in any manner. I would happily bounce around with all of you in my pocket, if I could. That is, once I started wearing pants with pockets... or pants.

For a finale, I decided it would be a shame to break my "story-a-week" streak, so I posted a story that I had been a bit leery of posting, for reasons that are not worth getting into here. It's certainly not the story's fault, and I think it deserves to be represented alongside my others.

I hope you all had a fantastic Easter, stuffed yourself rotten on candy, observed whatever sacred rites felt most appropriate to you and your family, and that you gave any bun bun who happened by, an affectionate hug.

Until next year, Squee!

No, not like that. Well, not right now, at any rate.

Tomorrow being a bunny's busiest day, I've found myself a bit too short on time to finish up a story for this week. Expect something around Wednesday or so, something off the queue with Leopards and Tigers, oh my! My apologies for the wait, but eggs must be hidden, and Cadbury's must be creamed.

Still, to celebrate the season, I've decided to post a few of the Bishie images I've accumulated over the past year or so. I'm sure everyone is tired of the same ole' "not-quite-references," so now there will be brand new, "not-quite-references" to enjoy.

Same ole' bun bun, I'm afraid.

At any rate, expect several more bunny pics to pop up on your radar. FA will be relatively Bishie-free, as I will be posting the majority to scraps, but for my poor, patient watchers, I'm afraid you'll have to endure some quality bunny time. Feel free to nuke them at your leisure. Or you can think of them as some poorly hidden candy bun buns, waiting to be devoured.

Ears first, please. We're not barbarians, after all.

Have any thoughtful compliments, creepy comments, or uncomfortable queries to make? Want to know what makes an immortal sex toy, tick? Ever wondered what is an electric succubus' favorite breakfast cereal? Want an excuse to proposition a statuesque, well-endowed polar bear?

Have I got a journal for you! Bun buns are standing by, waiting for your call.

I've yet to do one of these, and I'm not entirely sure what sort of response I'll get, but I figure everyone needs at least one in their journal collection. To be honest, I really enjoy answering questions that require me to consider some unexplored aspect of a character's background, or personality. And for that reason, this is less of a TMI for Bishiebunny (though I'm eligible for questioning) and more a TMI for the characters that I've tried to bring to life in my stories.

If nothing else, this will serve as a resource for keeping track of all the original characters I've collected, just doing what it is I do.

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Ask, comment, or flirt with any of the following...

Bishiebunny: A writer of dirty words, and exporter of purple prose.
Featuered Here

Bishie Bunny (magic): A submissive plaything, created by an enchantress with a nasty habit of breaking her toys.
Featured In the Lavender Room

Bishie Bunny (mundane): A rather effeminate, but utterly non-magical bun who is destined to get in way over his head.
Featured In a Hole in the Wall

Piho: An amazonian polar bear of impressive endowments with an affection for hockey, and bending her fans over the bleachers.
Featured In a Hole in the Wall

Megan and/or Lian: A poet and a scientist that share a home, odd couple style, getting into shenanigans... such as playing host to interstellar goo girls.
Featured in Daughter of Salmacis

Mari: A wicked, electrical infernal who has finally found her sheep, once a few adjustments are made.
Featured in Do Rubber Bunnies Dream of ElectricLatex Sheep?

Cynthia and/or Christopher: a couple thrust together by the perils of war, trying to make do with the hand they were dealt.
Featured in To Have and to Hold

I have a small part for a mad scientist/alchemist, turned college professor in an upcoming commission for everyone's favorite bloo

I would love to fill it with someone already established in the genre. I could come up with my own, and I will if nobody responds. However, I thought this would be a fun way to work in a cameo for anyone with the right mindset when it comes to turning big 'uns into little 'uns.
Basically, you would hold a demonstration for a class (they called you crazy,) showing off a new shrinking technique that will take the world by storm (they'll all pay!) You'll have make use of a less than satisfactory lab assistant (nobody appreciates your genius) as an object lesson for impressionable minds (examples must be made!)
How that turns out, we'll discuss, depending on your preferences and what works for the story. It's meant to be a bit part, but a fun/playful one. If you're interested, please to be leaving your character/resume in response. If you don't have such a character, but know one that might be perfect, feel free to send them my way. The more, the shrinkier... or something.
And feel free to ask any questions you might have, or note them my way.

My apologies for taking so much time in coming to a decision here. My middle sister's baby shower basically stole my last week, almost entirely, and that set me back more than I had realized. I was grateful for all the interest shown, and I hope to snag even more, the next time I have an open character slot like this.

In the end, I went with because it cleared up a few issues I was having with both pacing, and character motivations. Thanks to everyone who applied for the position, and I hope you enjoy the story... when it's done.

Ever find yourself looking for that perfect expression of your favorite kink, the one that nobody quite seems to get, all wrapped up in a purple-prose bow? Ever wonder what it would be like to read a fantasy tailor made to fit your very specific wants and desires, which you would totally do yourself if only you had the time, and Game of Thrones wasn't on? Ever thought, "gosh, sure would be nice to have a bun bun on a short leash, bound to his keyboard, making smut while I kept up with my busy tumblr/Facebook obsessed lifestyle?"

Look no further, worry no more, and lift those thoughts right out of the gutter, for I have the answer to all deepest, darkest, wettest dreams. And for once, that answer is not, "aw hell no!"

Ladies and gentleman, boys and gir- no, just the ladies and the gentleman. This is most definitely not an offer for all ages. We're all adults here, right? Good, then allow me to let you in on a dirty little secret. You ready?

does story commissions. I know, right?

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So what do they cost?
$8.00 per 1000 words, with no extra charge assigned to partials (1250 words is the same price as 1567.)
$10 dollar adoption fee for any character I create that you like so much, you decide to make it your own.

My partial policy is there to prevent even the suspicion that I might be padding my fee, particularly as I am a notoriously wordy bun bun. The adoption fee is not liable to come up, but it is there for anyone who would like an official Bishie creation for use in works by other artists/writers. In either case, I will work within your budget to get you the most bang for your hard-earned bucks.

Got twenty dollars to spend and not especially fond of math? I may have a 3k story with you in mind. I also accept tips, and may be enticed to write-for-art, depending on the artist.


What's a 1000 words mean, anyway?
1k is right around a decent sex scene with no real set-up but plenty of the bumping and the grinding.
3k sets the scene and will tell a little story, giving the naughtiness that all important context.
5k+ allows for multiple scenes, encounters, and either a deeply involved story, or just a nicely complicated orgy.

Most of the stories I post on FA average between 4-6k


How and when do I pay?
Once I've made sure you are familiar with the process, you will receive the relevant info through note, email, or skype. As far as paying goes, I offer a couple of options.

Payment Option number one is to pay the whole thing, right up front. This ensures you both a high spot on the queue and a set price. I recently wrote a 20 dollar story for 7, simply because they had already paid, but I could not wrangle the story in under 3k. I'm good value like that.

Payment Option number two is to put down a partial payment, with the final price to be set once the story is complete. This is good if you are a bit nervous putting money down, or if you want the ability to add length to the piece, further down the line.


How do I get in contact with you?
You can either send a note, or hit me up on Skype (bishiebunny). The later is especially useful if you have a lot of character specific details to go over, or some really complex kinks.


So what will a bunny do?
I am pretty open to just about anything and everything, as long as it does not violate FA's TOS. I have certain preferences which are pretty easy to spot by taking a look at earlier stories, but in general, if it curls your toes, there is a good chance I can write about it.

Some themes I am especially fond of include (but are not limited to) femdom, role-reversal, futa/herm characters, feminizing, cuckolding, femboy characters, pantyhose/stocking play, vore, size-play, bottom worship, and general D/s.


So what won't a bunny do?
My boundaries are set less by whatever gets your freak on, and more by my conscience. I will not write anything that glorifies racism, homophobia, or transphobia. I reserve the right to refuse any commission whose central theme makes me uncomfortable. That said, if you manage to make a bun bun uncomfortable, you have likely traveled awfully far down the rabbit hole and might want to consider coming up for air.


Does that mean you'll write...?
Probably. If I think the theme might trigger something in a trauma victim, I'll be sure to put up a disclaimer, along with labels on the piece. Beyond that, I don't mind casting awfully dark. This includes everything from vore to noncon, and the more brutal possibilities when indulging in one's more feral passions.

Ask. Chances are, I don't mind. It might even be a theme I've been waiting for the right reason to explore.


Oh boy, when can we start?
Check the queue! Then toss a note my way and we will see what we can do for you.


tl;dr
Bunny writing naughty words. $8.00 per 1000. Come get some!


Current Queue*

1) 10K worth of the Missus Hyde to his Dr Pimp.

2) Currently Closed

*Story titles are placeholders to suggest themes and will be changed before publishing.

Feel free to ask any questions you might have. I am sure I managed to forget something.

How old? Old enough to know better, young enough to do it anyway. If you know me well enough to be reading this journal, you'll be awfully familiar with that phrase. It's how I sidestep the age question, a question that can't help but pop up when one is a July-born and it just so happens to be July.

Well today I know a bit more, and I do a little less. Such is the way of things.

On July 27th, year to be redacted, a young man came into being who would eventually pick a bunny as his mouthpiece, largely because they seem more molestable than badgers or bears. Though, given this site, you might wonder about that. At any rate, it has been a long year, yet a remarkable one.

The Mistress that is Reality has put away her whip, patted her lap, and cuddled up all snuggly till we've practically forgotten the abusive past. Tornadoes, deaths in the family, financial ruin, all swept under the rug because today, dear friends, I celebrate my birthday somewhere that didn't exist only two months ago.

Today, there is a new house where the old one stood. There are new trees vying for the positions of those that fell. And there is a porch to stand on where we can watch the moon dance along the lake's surface, while a crane flies past. We're here, we're back, we have thumbed our noses at nature at her cruelest, and we have welcomed her with open arms when she came in at her most gentle.

What does all this mean? It means that tomorrow, my friends are going to come to the newly rebuilt house, sit in the newly rebuilt dining room and play some newly acquired board games while eating freshly grilled bacon cheeseburgers.

There really isn't a better birthday present I could have wished for, or even imagined. Though, if you wanna try and top it, I do accept all cards, letters, and monetary bribes.

Bunny gotta hoard. It's his birthday too, after all.

"Wait, what contest?"

See, here is where I am both late and a bit of an ass. I let myself get far too wrapped up in the day-to-day of board game obsessing, nephew rearing, and general summertime madness. I should have listened to the Fresh Prince's wisdom all those years ago. But who can concentrate when the inhabitants of the local mall strip down to short shorts that are practically painted on? And is it just me or did they release like, every movie I had been waiting for, all at the same time?


"Err, contest? Details?"

What? Oh right, sorry. I'll leave the majority of the details to Tobiwanz http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/4648893/ but the basics are this, I owe everyone's favorite pimp-cat some commission love and in an effort to clear off a heavy plate, we decided to turn it into a little contest. Basically, the winners will receive some free unfs in the form of a semi-short (5k-10k) story written by yours truly (madly, deeply.)


"Huh, well that's not too ba- holy shit! The deadline is tonight! In a few hours in fact!"

Yeah, see this is where I'm an ass I'm afraid. Though, to be fair, I did reach out to as many of my watchers as I thought might have serious interest. To everyone else, or anyone just stumbling onto this journal, I am offering a little consolation prize. All you have to do is reply to this journal with a statement of interest, and have the comment pop up before June 1st.

It won't extend Tobi's deadline, but it will give you a mystery bunny buck of sorts, think of it as a coupon of good faith. Keep it under your pillow, whisper sweet nothings to it at night, and dream big. You will be able to redeem it for either a discount (I'm thinking 5 dollars) on a story commission, or else an extra raffle ticket on my next contest. It might be something new for Tobi, it might be some new commissioner looking for some strange love, or I could just do my own, just for fun.

Whatever the case, you have 3-4 hours to get your entrance into Tobi's contest, and an entire week to earn some Bishie good will. And while the Tobi contest does require you post something on your page, the bonus bunny bucks come without requirements. Feel free to snag one on the cheap, just by letting me know you care.


"Wait, you do commissions?"

Yeah, about that, I've been doing them on the sly for awhile now, not really ready to post some big announcement until I'm ready to keep up with all of my previous commitments.


"I heard you had a couple of people already waiting."

I do, and I haven't forgotten any of them. Tobiwanz is one of three who have laid out the cash (and all three are good friends besides) so they do take precedence. That's really what this contest is about, to find a bun bun his mojo and fan it into something absolutely infernal.

And that's it, for now. Expect to see more information in the coming week, and given some of the entries to Tobi's contest so far, some really dirty tall-tales told.

 painwolf threatened me with erotic harm if I didn't indulge this particular meme.

I thought I might as well, seeing as I haven't touched the journal in a while. Soon I'll be offering up my meager writing skills in exchange for money, so I might as well see how many of my friends are still bothering to watch this space. Your participation is appreciate.

How does this all work? Unlike magnets, its no science magic. Simply reply and then stand back as you are enfolded in bunny babble. Sound like fun? We'll see....

Reply to this journal, and I will:


1) Tell you something I learned about you by looking at your FA page for 13 seconds.
2) Tell you a color you remind me of.
3) Tell you my first memory of you.
4) Ask you a question.
5) Tell you something I like about you.
6) Tell you the object that is to the left of me.
7) Dare you to do this yourself in your Journal.


Note that #7 is just a dare. While I might find inventive ways to encourage the prescribed behavior, I'm not going to burst into tears if you decide to leave your journal meme-free.

I don't generally pimp out my friends. I know how many journals the average FA watcher has to swim through. I figure anyone looking for a commission from a friend of mine is probably already watching them. But there is such a thing as a special case.

In this case, a friend-in-need who made a personal request for some pimpage.

So here is a fine looking tentacle lord, willing to shake that money-maker for all your deepest and darkest desires. Buy a commission. Buy two! Set up an orgy with your commissions! Print them up and wallow around on the floor as they wiggle and sway! That's right, have it your way and Scrooge McDuck these bad boys, you'll be glad you did.

http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/3743542/

I think everyone knows by now that last summer was the summer that nearly swallowed a bun bun whole. I won't go into details because I feel like most of my friends and watchers have already drowned in as many rabbit tears as they care to. Fair enough.

I promised this summer to myself. No obligations beyond those necessary to survive, no drama, and no funnel clouds. I left RPs hanging, cut back on my forum participation, and focused on nothing so much as nothing much at all. It's been a long time since I had a vacation, and while I didn't visit any tropical island or back-pack my way through Europe, I think it was good for what little sanity I have left.

But now I'm getting that itch, that annoying nibble at the back of my neck that says, "fun is fun, but all fun and no work makes Bishie a lazy boy."

However, what to do? Write? Doodle? Pick up the palate and refresh myself on oil paints before the new semester begins? Would anyone on FA even be interested in my "real" art? It's not especially erotic or fuzzy for that matter. I've got stories I could work on, several in fact and I've got an itch to get back to them, but is that really what those few who actively watch my page want to see?

So, assuming you survived this long, have yet to drown in bunny babble, and are thirsty for more, what's your pleasure? Stories? Badly illustrated porn? RP snippets of cuckolded bun buns? Lemme know and we'll see what we can manage.

, a fantastic writer and all around swell person, asked her readers where they were the day they found out Osama Bin Laden had fallen. I couldn't come up with an immediate answer. I had no strong impression in regards to the news. Then, I remembered why.

What follows is what I do remember. I decided not to post it on her journal for fear of pulling it too far off topic...

Last year, I was staying with a friend in a house without power, in a city under curfew to discourage looting. We were living on whatever food could be grilled out doors or could fit in a small cooler. Luckily the local Walmart brought in a generator so at least you could buy a few things, but it was rationed out. They would only stay open for so long and allow families to take so much. Ice was at a premium. I was sleeping a lot. There wasn't much else to do.

A couple of days previous, my sister had told me there also wasn't a home, or even a forest, to come back to.

I'll be honest, when I heard the news, I really couldn't care less. Neither could my sister. When she heard the news and replied with a "so what" she was declared unpatriotic. She ignored the comment and went to go scavenge what was left of her bedroom.

I'm glad that this event brought closure to people. I'm glad that a dangerous man was brought to some sort of justice. But compared to what was lost and endured during a particularly brutal spring in 2011, it just didn't really register with my family.

So many wolf cries today, all of the villagers are tired and somewhere, sheep are being devoured. There really isn't much point trying to post a serious journal. Like a lot of you, I'm not going to read any until April the second.

That's not an indictment against anyone who wants to enjoy the day. By all means, go for it. It has never been a favorite of mine, but I turn into a wide-eyed, giddy school boy whenever Christmas comes around. So I get why it might just be the bees knees for the right sort of person.

The problem is when the world decides to play a fools on you, a nasty one that sends you tumbling so far down the rabbit hole, you can't even see the light well enough to climb free. I'm dealing with something like that right now. But there really isn't much point trying to dig my way out, not today. Nobody would take it seriously.

So, yeah. I think I'm going out to the sheep pins, and see if the wolves will let me share in the feast. I could really go for a gyro right about now.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q04OI84G_pI



And then I consider how far behind I got during three days of extreme fluing and I start to feel a little worse. Oh well, it's Sunday and I'm allowed to rest, right? I just thought I'd give everyone a heads up, since so many were nice enough to check in with a bun bun and his shivered timbers.

For those worrying about the lack of caloric intact, Progresso's chicken noodle soup entered into my life like religion enters a prison block. Or... something.

I don't think I'm going to be able to meet my goal of having the next chapter of To Have and To Hold up by this weekend. I've written the majority of it, but I'm wondering if these early chapters are a little dry for the site. Like any new story, I have to balance world building with plot, and finding ways to sprinkle enough carnal to get the juices flowing. Pacing is key, I just want to be sure I've found the right one before I barrel on into the meat of the piece.

Not as electrifying as one might think. For the past couple of days, I've been just about as sick as I've ever been. Well, baring that one time I thought I was going to die and was ashamed that my last meal on this Earth was to be a big mac. At any rate, chills, sweating fevers, aches and pains on my pains and aches, and an inability to even consider that whole... food... thing.

Really, I don't think I could say yes to a broth handmade and delivered by Alton Brown.

At any rate, was hoping to have a couple more stories to post this weekend but we're just going to have to see how that goes.

And by soon, I mean as soon as I can work out a new icon.

Seems a shame to post stories without any sort of image or flashy logo to bring in the morbidly curious. Still, once I get all the kinks worked out (or in,) expect some new stories. I might also toss in a snippet of RP and maybe a dirty limerick if I can figure out a rhyme for my favorite feminine undergarment other than "itchy nose." "Scanty pose?"

Eh, I'll workshop it.

If you have any questions, queries, threats, wedding proposals, or can think of a rhyme better than "randy rose," feel free to add them below.

Based on a true story...

tangerinewillow: hai

bishie_bunny: HAI!

tangerinewillow: OMG STOP TYPING SO LOUD

bishie_bunny: I'M UNCOMFORTABLY INTERESTED IN WHAT YOU ARE DOING RIGHT NOW!

bishie_bunny: I have since realized my level of interest might have been off putting and uncomfortable for you.

bishie_bunny: I am now over compensating by being ridiculously apologetic and submissive.

bishie_bunny: I AM NOW ANGRY THAT YOU DID NOT RESPOND TO THIS TACTIC AND WONDER WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU AS I WOULD RATHER NOT BELIEVE IT HAS ANYTHING TO DO WITH MY BEHAVOIR!

bishie_bunny: ... and now I'm back. *ish all dizzy* Wh- what happened?

tangerinewillow: haha you're so crazy


It's all true.

Been a rough couple of months, thanks to toothaches, moving my grandfather's things out of the old lake house, and celebrating the final fourth of July ever on a pier that had defined my childhood summers. Then came new friends, new diets, one relationship destroyed and a stronger, more lasting one on the rise. I have been up, I have been down, I've become increasingly interested in my health and whatever my future might be.

Yeah, one of those "New Year's resolutions" kind of moments. They mean very little unless followed through. Let us see where I am in a month. Will I have stuck to my diet? Will I have continued to walk? Will a certain someone welcome me into her home?

We shall see.

At any rate, I have recently become more active on the Futanari Palace site, even been promoted to moderator of their furry section. Shhhh, nobody tell them that my furry cred is nil. They think I know all about the stuff.

I am considering setting up a new account for RP logs and stories involving a brand new obsession of mine. Sinasa, a new and dear friend, has already posted one and frankly I was a little surprised by the response. There was a lot of good, but also a lot of old friends feeling very sorry for me. I think maybe that particular side of my interests should be kept separate from the happy go lucky bunny that everyone sees here.

Whatever the case, here is hoping I can post in a month's time that things are still going smoothly. If not, I will be posting here to tell you about that whole red velvet cake I ate by myself. And the sugar coma that followed.

So the the trekking of stars and the peculiar memories they bring with them; no spoilers to be had so feel free to unavert thine eyes.

I went to see this with my sister (who, truth be told, is the true Trek-geek in the family.) My plan was to enjoy the special effects, not to think too long or hard about the plot, and enjoy the IHOP trip that would come later, complete with strawberry cheesecake crepes. When someone mentioned that there was a bit of time travel involved, I groaned. Seriously sci-fi movies, leave the transversing of the chrono sphere to the experts. You know, those guys with doctorates who travel about in police boxes.

To my surprise, JJ Abrams apparently has a doctorate of his own and whatever he travels in, it is doubtless bigger on the inside than the out.

So, I am watching this movie, admiring the low tech-high tech ships, the "lived in" look of the characters and world, and about ten minutes into the thing, it hits me. Dad would have loved this. It was everything he loved about Star Trek, everything that made him smile that joyful grin before inevitably tickling whoever was in arm's reach. My father died before he could see this movie and it struck me how bitterly unfair it was that he never got to see it, that I never got to see it with him.

It was one of the first times since the funereal that I truly missed the man.

Don't get me wrong, he was abusive, an adulterer and sometimes I tense up, for no reason, just because I think I hear him lurking outside my bedroom door. Ah but Star Trek (come to think of it, Dr Who too,) there we were family. Within the hallowed halls of Starfleet academy, we bonded. He was a first generation fan who could appreciate the Next Generation's charm. He didn't mind the cheesy special effects, and lord knows he didn't mind the short skirts.

So here I am, watching a fantastic movie, and I've got a lump in my throat wishing my daddy was there with me.

I didn't officially start crying until the end of the movie and I walked out in a bit of daze. My sister noticed my mood and I had to wave her off, saying I would explain within the safety that could only be provided by a short stack of pancakes. When I told her, voice choking up, she looked at me and at that moment, we both got it. We both wanted our daddy there with us, to share our strawberry cream cheese crepe and tell him that we forgave him.

Silly, isn't it? I mean,the man could never handle his strawberries.

As some of you may know, I recently purchased a new computer.

It came with bells, it came with whistles; it came with the startling realization that over the years I had forgotten several instant messenger passwords. Most of these companies use your old zip code to verify when you try and recover forgotten passwords. So of course, me and my damn gypsy blood, I haven't a clue what my zip code was three years ago, let alone ten.

Ah well, such is life.

The following contact info is current and should be used by friends, old and new, who want to contact me in regards to art, stories, RP or just to get a hefty helping of bunny babble. I'm extremely open, friendly and can usually converse about all things naughty and geekish with equal vim and vigor. Just please, if your conversation is comprised almost entirely of "murrrr," I reserve the right to politely pat you on the head and move on about my day.

It's not you, it's me.

I've always wondered if the incessant murr is furry equivalent to heavy breathing over the phone. This is not to say that I'm anti-murr or purr, or whatever onomatopoeia gets you going. I myself am a "squee"er. Just have something else to say. You know, variety, it's the spice of life, not to be confused with the Spice of space travel and giant sand worms.

Yahoo: Bishie_Bunny
AIM: Bishie Bny
MSN: bishiebunny[at]yahoo.com (that email is hacked btw, but the MSN chatter works just fine.)
Actual Email: Ask and ye shall receive

Finally, hey how about those City and their Heroes and/or Villains? I've recently reactivated my account, what with the new expansion having come out. I'm curious if any of my friends and watchers have accounts and still play. I'm looking to write up some tales to tantalize on the Mission Architect and I need some volunteers, both heroic and dastardly. Any takers or is there just a super group/villain group of relatively like mind souls I could look up?

Another one of those...

"I really don't deserve something this awesome," moments... http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2158057/

and a couple from before,

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2158461/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2108968/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2077289/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2051769/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2090424/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/1903722/

I've never really felt comfortable posting images like this on my page. I'd much rather the faves and comments go to the artists directly. Bishie ends up rendered because some artists and friends take on the task of bringing him to life in a way that I honestly can't. I truly appreciate it every time I get a chance to see him through another's eyes and hope that my friends and watchers take a moment to do the same.

As some of you may know, my youngest sister posts here as

As some of you may not know, it is her birthday today. It has been a pretty hard year on our family. Our grandfather passed away just before Christmas, the usual stress of raising her son as a single mom, and (and this is where an older brother gets all beaming with pride) finally getting a chance to start college. It has become a year of adjustments, frustrations, sickness and stress and it is barely even begun.

It has been especially hard financially, as it has been for all of us. Eh, I can see you all clenching your wallets. Don't worry, this is not that kind of journal.

Since I can't afford to give much more than a free meal and a bit of company, I was wondering if perhaps my friends here on FA would do me the great favor of wishing her a happy birthday. You can send a note or a shout out, or simply think about her while you go about the rest of your evening. Don't worry, I won't be checking up on this or keeping track of those who do and who do not. This is for those of you who have the spare time and would not mind indulging me.

You can think of it as my Christmas gift and Birthday gift for the rest of my life if you want. Gosh, what a damn bargain, eh? Besides, look at that spider character of hers. Isn't it fun?

And yes, if you get this journal sometime after the 18th, wishing her a belated birthday would be equally appreciated.

Thank you all for your time and indulgence in even reading this far.

So, in an effort to get the sex meme out of my system and off of my front page, I'm going to put up something of an open casting call. This is for all those who enjoy a good OC, are willing to endure a bland OC, and are capable of struggling through a miserable one if there's enough cocks, boobs and hilarity involved.

Basically, I'm looking for some OC buds so I can get more practice in on it. I assume anyone that reads this journal has some idea what my skill level is like, but if you need a refresher, take a quick look through the gallery and know that I tend to doodle naughty. I also tend to doodle nekkid, but that's more a comfort thing and should not impact my doodles unless I spill the bacon or something.

...

I sometimes eat bacon while I OC.

At any rate, if you are intrested in OCing at any time, leave a comment here; this includes my old OC buds as I'd like to get a list of people willing to doodle with me. Contact info is on the bottom.


YIM: kawaiilittlebishiebunny
MSN: Bishiebunny[at]yahoo.com
AIM: Bishiebunny
Hamachi: Errr, well, Bishiebunny

Creative, aren't I?

So by all means, feel free to delete. Mainly posting this for a couple of friends who wanted to be able to reply to my own. Trust me, I have no illusions about the typical response :P

Would You...
[] Push me into a wall and kiss me?
[] Come To My House To Do Nothing But Chill?
[] Slap Me?
[] Have Hard Core Sex With Me?
[] Slap Me If I Asked You To?
[] Lick/Suck My Neck?
[] Let Me Lick/Suck Your Neck?
[] Watch A Movie With Me?
[] Take Me Out To Dinner?
[] Take A Shower With Me?
[] Take Me Home For The Night?
[] Let Me Sleep In Your Bed?
[] Let Me Sleep In Your Bed (With You)?
[] Take Me Anywhere With You?
[] Repost This For Me To Answer Your Questions?
[] Lock Me In Your room And Take Advantage Of Me?
[] Let me lock you in your room and Take Advantage of you?
[] Make me breakfast?
[] Tickle Me?
[] Let Me Tickle You?
[] Stick Up For Me If Someone Was Being Mean to Me?
[] Instant Message Me?
[] Greet Me In Public?
[] Hang Out With Me?
[] Hold my waist from behind while we are out?
[] Bring Me Around Your Friends?

Do You...
[] Miss Me?
[] Love Me?
[] Think I'm Hot?
[] Think I'm Cute?
[] Think I'm Ok?
[] Think I'm Ugly?
[] Want To Kiss Me?
[] Want To Cuddle With Me?
[] Want To Date Me?
[] Want To Love Me?

Am I...
[] Sweet?
[] Funny?
[] Cool?
[] lovable?
[] Adorable?
[] Great To Be With?
[] Attractive?
[] Mean?

Have You Ever...
[] Thought About Hooking Up With Me?
[] Found Yourself Wanting To Kiss Me?
[] Wished I Were There?
[] Had A Crush On Me?
[] Wanted My Number?
[] Had A Dream About Me?
[] Been Distracted By Me?
[] Thought About Fucking Me?

Are You...
[] Happy You Know Me?
[] Thinking About Me?
[] My Friend
[] A Freak-A-Leak

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/1787528/

My friends are way, way too good to me sometimes.