Saffron: You won't tell anyone about me breaking down? Mal: I won't. Saffron: Then I won't tell anyone how easily I got your gun out of your holster. Mal: I'll take that as a kindness.


Buffista Fic 2: They Said It Couldn't Be Done.

[NAFDA] Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.

Anne W. - Jan 22, 2005 1:34:59 pm PST #18 of 1103
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.

Wowza! That's wonderful stuff, Fay.

erikaj - Jan 22, 2005 1:35:40 pm PST #19 of 1103
If Scooby Doo taught me anything, it's that the only thing to fear is real-estate developers.Lisa Simpson

Yes, it was beautiful! And I could follow it because I am reading "Preludes..." right now, AIFG! (Although kind of an investment, mentally. But in a good "there's life besides procedurals," way. But it will take me a while to read, I think.) It is worth it, though, but it's not something to read before bed.

Deena - Jan 22, 2005 3:14:52 pm PST #20 of 1103
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara

I still haven't gotten around to reading the Sandman, but that's amazing Fay.

Gris - Jan 23, 2005 2:45:44 pm PST #21 of 1103
Hey. New board.

As somebody re-reading Sandman as we speak, let me chime in with the "Dude. Good."

Dude. Good.

Connie Neil - Jan 26, 2005 7:49:50 am PST #22 of 1103

Working on "Nessuno," my Renaissance Italy story, is oodles of fun. Already this morning I've researched the history of bathing and the career of Donato Bramante. Fanfiction, it's educational!

Anne W. - Jan 26, 2005 9:21:57 am PST #23 of 1103
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.

Heh. I'm reading up on the siege of Stalingrad for my current WIP. I think I've done more research for this fic than for many of my college papers.

Fay - Jan 27, 2005 6:11:34 am PST #24 of 1103
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.


Thank you! Good, good - glad you think it works. Cool. Well, I'll pop it over to the yuletidetreasure site shortly then. Am dabbling in a Death-Daniel piece (and contemplating Delirium-Daniel and Despair-Daniel, although not neccesarily Destiny-Daniel) and writing a little Robin Hobb Farseer Trilogy fanfic. In between marking books, that is.

DebetEsse - Jan 30, 2005 12:23:57 pm PST #25 of 1103
Woe to the fucking wicked.

I just finished a draft of my first big bunny that's been hopping around. It's got some very real issues (ie--maybe with the not so good, and I think the end is rather rushed), but I know I won't work on it again for many moons if I don't keep on it.

Would anyone be willing to beta?

Gris - Jan 31, 2005 1:02:02 pm PST #26 of 1103
Hey. New board.

I think I'm finally satisfied with the first big chapter of my Great Harry Potter Femmeslash Novel. I know that's not really this board's fandom, but if any Buffistas out there are interested in reading/critiquing/brit-picking the first 4,000 words, they're available on my livejournal, here

It's going to take forever to finish, because I write slowly and not all that often. And it's very plot-driven, I think. And the main relationship, which will be Hermione/Ginny, will probably develop very slowly. And never be smutty, most likely. And whatnot.

erikaj - Feb 02, 2005 1:37:04 pm PST #27 of 1103
If Scooby Doo taught me anything, it's that the only thing to fear is real-estate developers.Lisa Simpson

This is just a scene, probably never gonna be a story.
Six Feet Under/Buffy
Jeff really should have been more careful on his motorcycle. Claire should have called before bringing her new friend home.

“Hello, you guys!” Claire called. “Uh, they must be in the don’t have to come in. Restoration.”


“No, bodies.”

“No big, Red.” Faith said “Nothin’ I haven’t seen.”

“Shut. Up.”

“Yeah. .Big time demon-killer, C.”

“No way!”

” Yeah. Not something I’d tell the rents, though.
You feel me?”

Somewhat against her better judgement, Claire Fisher led her friend into the back room. Nate was watching as David worked on the unlucky cyclist. Faith did seem comfortable, and sat on the empty mortuary table.
”You can’t be in here, “ David said. “I’m surprised you want to be in here. And no, that’s not on the test, Nate.”

“You say you want to meet my friends,” Claire groused.

“I’d think a young woman such as yourself would have better ways to spend your time.” David said in Faith’s general direction while thinking “Damn, Rico, why did you have to get self-worth now?”

“I could say the same thing about you.” Faith said. “I deal with a lot of bodies in my work, too.”

David took a break from his task. He took Faith in, the makeup and the leather pants and asked “ What sort of business are you in?”

“None of yours.”

Nate cracked up. She was young but she had brass balls.

“Oh, it’s five by five...” Claire said. “ We’ve really got to motor now.”

”And you were worried about her influences.”

”No, that was you. Any time worry comes up around here, it’s always you. I thought your people were more festive.”

“How festive can I be?” his brother replied. I’m Episcopalian."