Buffy ,'Get It Done'
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
here's a rustling under the desk, looks under
What's that? With the wiggling nose and the cute fluffy tail? Oh, crap, it's a plot bunny ... and it's dragging dialogue and angst and a bit o'smut ...
Bunny, I'll feed you to V!Giles if you don't wait your turn.
Here we go, deborah. I apologize for the wait. Tell me if there's anything you want changed about the HTML-- I went with my favorite simple-text layout.
It's a lovely story.
sneaks plot bunny stake wrapped in lettuce leaf
Not that I'm anti-V!Giles, but the poor thing...
Nothing to see here!
So, Am, you want a pissed newbie vampire to chow down on that poor defenseless bunny? He's still working on figuring out the proper levels of mayhem, you know, and if he could track down where that stake came from--'cause he knows darned well I'm not going to be threatening him any day soon ...
... No, I will not research the current state of the Chinese railroad system, I won't!
Rebecca, delay? What delay? I call this warp speed. Bles you, darlin'.
It's incredibly tiny on my screen, but I expect that's something in my browser or layout or screen resolution or something, yes?
Connie, cool alternate ending. Much more through Giles' eyes.
Darn you, wee Am-Chau!
(OK, so we're probably not going to have Ethan and Giles sneaking on a rattle-trap train packed with suspicious folks carrying geese on their laps and such. Seen far too many cheesy 30s adventure moves.)
Title, title, I need a title. "Ethan and the Potentials" is a good working title, but not a real one. Hmmm...
Title, title, I need a title
I tend towards enigmatic metaphor, personally. "In Place of What Must Come"? "A Shadow to Hide In"?
But then, I'm weird. Connie, there's going to be more, right?
Ah, deborah, not you, too. I want to, but I'm so afraid of getting Jossed in some horrible way. Sure, I know, I'm writing missing scenes of what's already taken place, but if I were to know something dreadful was going to happen to someone I get too busy weeping at the loss to enjoy writing stuff for them.
The above semi-hysteria is not based on any spoilers, just an amorphous dread.