....you know, I'm not sure I can actually count mine. That's vaguely disturbing.

I just signed up for another ficathon. These things are going to be the death of me. (Yes, SA, I know you'll be expiring first.)

X-Men Movieverse, though. Pretty cool.

I couldn't sleep last night due to the slow formation of a Buffy fanfic plot. I'ma gonna try to write it (expect to see me in The Great Write Way at some point), but if I fail I may need to get somebody out there with skills to write it.

Wish me luck to not fail. =)

Nova Child, fic has its own thread, which we'll be thrilled to see you in. (Buffista fic is where the fic writing lives. GWW is where the non-ficcy writing lives.)

I'ma gonna try to write it (expect to see me in The Great Write Way at some point)

Actually, that would go in the Buffista Fic thread -- Great Write is for non-fanfic writing only.

Good luck!

To summarize:

FF: Writers, Readers, and Enablers, is for general discussion of fic, recs, links, etc.

Buffista Fic is for posting and workshopping of fic.

GWW is for original writing (fiction and non-fiction) discussion and workshopping.

Thanks for the clear-up. Now subscribed to Buffista Fic, will probably not make too much of a fool of myself now.

He felt her stiffen and her accepting body of moments before became non-responsive to his caress, so he in turn congealed thinking he had gone too far in his pursuit of the enchanting blonde woman. He kissed her rump gently and sighed, his warm breath disturbing the tiny follicles of her perfect skin.

Ewww. Congealed Michael.

One of the shadows was now trying to open the locked heavy doors, an impossible task to accomplish while wearing the thick gloves and mask. The man in the screen made a mistake and took off his gloves and Nikita and Michael watched in revulsion as his skin started to disintegrate. He next removed his gas mask and screamed in pain; the rest continue moving forward ignoring the agony the man was going through. Finally, Nikita recognized the man's face, lying on top of the camera, his skin being eaten by some unseen force. The pony-tailed man melted like the wicked witch of the west on the road to Emerald City and the Prince and his mistress silently watched, as the rest of the shadows did not seem to be faced with this horrible sight.

Umm...yeah.

Michael stood, grabbed Nikita by the arm and forced her to come close, his green eyes spewing fire and anger. “What is going on?” He whispered and then screamed, “SIT”.

Nikita was bewildered for she did not have time for any of Michael’s tizzy fits or royal commands, “Your Majesty, they know where we are, we need to go into the bunker, please”.

Dude, don't have a tizzy fit.

Congealed? What is he, an aspic? (Oh, dear. Don't answer that.)

He felt her stiffen and her accepting body of moments before became non-responsive to his caress,

It reads like spam....