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Loving Ethan'n'Giles. Really loving them.
The prospect of Angel spending his mortality in a monastery is deeply satisfying. Good call.
Donuts. Heh. And bless.
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
((((((you guys)))))))
Loving Ethan'n'Giles. Really loving them.
The prospect of Angel spending his mortality in a monastery is deeply satisfying. Good call.
Donuts. Heh. And bless.
"You haven't changed a bit," Ethan smirked. "Wake up, demand tea. No matter where you woke up, you had to have your tea."
connie, I love it.
Her name slipped unbidden from his lips
thinks
looks at name
fills in blank
"Buffy," Wesley said....
Nice work, Plei. I like the style.
SA, I am wondering where you're taking that. It's... interesting.
SA, I am wondering where you're taking that. It's... interesting.
Yeah. It's also finished. I may poke at it a little, but that's pretty much it. Not sure if there's a point.
Um.. right. Okay. I think I might have to re-read it, given that information.
Just a note: blood sacrifices will not result in more writing but most likely a long recitation of "Euw" and "poor goat." Tiaras are sufficient inducement to fic.
connie, the blood sacrifice wasn't for you, it was to keep Ethan intrested.
she says, hurrying off to find tiara...
Am, I've got tiaras, I've got more tiaras than heads. Happy anticipation of the next installment is all the inducement I need.
And Ethan doesn't want any blood sacrifices he doesn't get to participate in.
Happy anticipation of the next installment is all the inducement I need.
Well, I think I might be able to manage that...
Ethan doesn't want any blood sacrifices he doesn't get to participate in.
What does he need? A formal invitation?
What does he need? A formal invitation?
Ethan? A whiff of smoke and halfway comprehensible directions are all he needs.
edited for grammar. Gramper wants his two-cents as well.
blows candle out, lets smoke drift down internet connection
Turn left out of Rivendell, right by Morder, into LA on the main freeway, turn pink at the roundabout, and you're still eight miles away.
Edited because even Dark Lords need good speeling.