Insent.

Oh, excellent.

All of them. Flawless Andrew, and jeez, ita, the Pike thing - genius!

edited, because I didn't mean to press post just then.

V. sexy WoE drabble, Deb - and welcome to LJ! If you need any icons making, I'd love to help out.

Coming in late, but Plei, the Andrew/Xander made my morning and early afternoon.

deb, we can set you up...

You want a code?

We can give you a code.

Yeah, the WoE drabble--FANTASTIC!

ita, as always gave good drabble.

Kat, thanks!

rozk is your Roz's LJ account (mine's minim_calibre), and sunday100 is the community you'd want to join for the drabbles.

Right. You want to go here: [link] to join, and then from your extended update journal page you select sunday100 from the Journal to post in: dropdown list.

icons?

Boy, I'm a total tech-dweeb.

OK, I have joined the Sunday 100 community. I am debg (easy because simple is better for me). Now, how do I post the story to there? It says I can post, but it doesn't tell me how....

Deb, see ita's above.

In the extended options menu, you'll see a posting box, like the one I'm typing in.

Below that,

Optional Settings

Journal to post in: [Drop-down menu here]

Use the drop-down menu to select Sunday100, and then hit the post comment button.

(This is why I'm not a tech writer. I don't think I made any sense!)

AHA! I found and did.

You simply wouldn't believe the level of accomplishment I feel in simply navigating a site.

And I lurves you all. And Fay? I would adore an icon. Graphics make me whimper; I've only just learned how to resize things in Photoshop, and it took two years to figure it out.

more Emma/Ethan:

"Bloody hell," he said, "is that what Junior was doing all along, then? Doesn't he know you can't feed that sort of demon a vampire?"

The demon made another noise, a rather loud, unpleasant noise. For some reason, Emma had a mental picture of a butcher with a slab of meat, slapping it with a cleaver on a block somewhere in a cave full of guano bats. That such a noise could find a way to slide out of something that was, as yet, only partially formed acted as a spur. Keeping one eye on Dru - who, with her attention now riveted on the halfway-anthropomorphic black cloud at Ethan Rayne's shoulder, seemed to have forgot Emma entirely - Emma knelt, grabbed the unconscious girl by one leg, and dragged her towards the door.

"Oi!" Spike, prudently keeping his face as far from Crispin's lethal feet as he could, yelped at Drusilla. "Dru! The leather bird's stealing our snack!"

Dru, still entranced by the coalescing Eyghon, ignored him. One side of the black swirl suddenly shot out a protrusion, which began to solidify into a treetrunk of an arm, complete with four fingers. If the curving scimitars tipping each finger were as sturdy as they looked to be, there was certainly trouble brewing. Ethan, caught in the pentagram, saw the arm and the fingers. He squawked.

Emma slid the girl out through the destroyed front door and into the garden. She spared a fast glance to make certain that Crispin and Spike were still engaged in their dodge and feint tango, and then skidded to the edge of the pentagram. the stake she'd been holding was now back in her belt; whatever that enormous noisy thing was, she was betting it wasn't immune to her favourite knife.