Mal: You tell me right now, little Kaylee, you really think you can do this? Kaylee: Sure. Yeah. I think so. 'Sides, if I mess up, not like you'll be able to yell at me.

'Bushwhacked'


Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies  

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


Connie Neil - Mar 23, 2003 4:54:34 pm PST #2882 of 10001
brillig

Anne, it made me cry. So lovely.


Beverly - Mar 23, 2003 7:49:09 pm PST #2883 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

Wonderful Xander insight. Very visual. I loved it.


Am-Chau Yarkona - Mar 24, 2003 3:28:54 am PST #2884 of 10001
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty

I think I've got Am writing it! Yeah! Go me!

Go You indeed, you fic-writing-enabler you.

I love your Drusilla.

Anne, I've said this before, but I'll say it again: that's a very good story.


Elena - Mar 24, 2003 5:23:25 am PST #2885 of 10001
Thanks for all the fish.

Anne, I'm at work but I really want to comment extensively on this. If I don't come back later with comment, please remind me. Right now, just real quick.

Far too much of his life had been nothing but noise.

This is perfectly lovely. Because it's true. And it explains why Xander likes the quiet.


Anne W. - Mar 24, 2003 5:55:03 am PST #2886 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.

Anne, I'm at work but I really want to comment extensively on this. If I don't come back later with comment, please remind me.

Sure thing! Extensive comments are more than welcome.


Am-Chau Yarkona - Mar 24, 2003 6:12:17 am PST #2887 of 10001
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty

For Fay, only a few hundreds words, first draft, needs more of a lead in, comments welcome:

"Xander," Andrew whined. "When are you going to untie me?"

"Not for a while, nerdy boy. While you tied up, you’re relatively safe from Anya."

"But the ropes are itchy!" He squirmed to demonstrate.

"Look, Andrew," Xander said, coming to squat in front of the chair, "Buffy and Giles—and Annabelle—are out there, in danger. I don’t have time to play games."

"I’ve told you everything I know."

"Have you? I’m not sure I trust you. Perhaps you’re withholding vital details."

Andrew looked at Xander, fear in his blue-green eyes, and for the first time in too long Xander felt the appeal of having power over a fellow human being. This man—if Xander was a man, so was Andrew, technically—was afraid of him, really afraid. And something else.

"Perhaps I am," he heard Andrew say, bravely but still not quite making scary-villain levels.

"I don’t think so. You weren’t close enough to Warren to find out anything interesting."

"You don’t know that! I could be hiding the Death Star plans."

"Like R2-D2? No way."

"I could be!"

"What are you expecting me to do, strip you naked and look for a secret disk drive?"

It suddenly occurred to Xander that he actually had the power to do just that. Something in Andrew’s expression said that they’d both had that thought, and the next thing that Xander realised was that his pants were getting tighter with the idea.

Neither of them spoke for a moment. In front of the chair, on eye level with Andrew (though Andrew had looked away, submissively refusing eye contact and trying to hide a rampant blush), it came to Xander’s attention that he wasn’t the only one finding his underwear unusually restricting.

Then Andrew muttered, "Luke had to take the restraining bolt off first."

It didn’t really matter what that referred to. A course of action crystallized itself in Xander’s mind, became a plan, and without stopping to consider whether this was an Archer-trekking-off-into-the-desert-with-only-Trip-for-company plan or a Janeway-helping-B’Elanna-send-a-message-back-to-the-alpha-quadrent-through-a-wormhole plan, he was putting it into action.


Fay - Mar 24, 2003 10:59:35 am PST #2888 of 10001
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.

squeals. claps. squeals again.

"What are you expecting me to do, strip you naked and look for a secret disk drive?"

May I tag?


Am-Chau Yarkona - Mar 24, 2003 11:05:50 am PST #2889 of 10001
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty

May I tag?

Of course, Fay. It's practially yours anyway.


Deena - Mar 24, 2003 11:20:55 am PST #2890 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara

Yay for Am! I like that, lots, I want more, lots!

I also want Dru and Spike in a certain museum with broken glass and strange arrangements of pretty, pretty things. I like Dru. I think she channels the inner deena.

I also want more of the other story that you said you might have more of...

(the physics aren't nearly as important, really.)


deborah grabien - Mar 24, 2003 11:45:27 am PST #2891 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Am, only change in there? I can't make Xander say "perhaps" in my head. He is definitely a "maybe" kind of guy.

I'm on the phone with Roz Kaveny, and have been for the past hour; she's taking another call and I'm braising short ribs for writers group tonight. We're discussing a glorious mix of Uk politics (Cook, Portillo, Milligan) and Buffy (canon! Fic! episodes! Her interviewing Jane Espenson!)