I am not...I am not the damsel in distress. I am not some case. I have to work this. I've lived in a cave for 5 years in a world where they killed my kind like cattle. I am not going to be cut down by some monster flu. I am better than that. What a wonder...how very scared I am.

Fred ,'A Hole in the World'


Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies  

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


Calli - Jul 25, 2003 6:50:50 am PDT #5414 of 10001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

Ooooh, my comment in another thread got turned into a nifty Clark line by Am-Chau! Thanks!

I really like:

Clark dozed for a little while on the sofa; Lex ate the cleaning girl who came every morning, careful to hide the body (he didn't think Clark wanted to see the direct evidence of his lover's new diet) and then settled down to make a plan, a list of things to do, people to kill.

He'd only reached item 23 ("the board of directors, slowly") when Clark woke up, and suddenly he had something else to do.

Especially, "the board of directors, slowly".


Am-Chau Yarkona - Jul 25, 2003 6:54:13 am PDT #5415 of 10001
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty

Ooooh, my comment in another thread got turned into a nifty Clark line by Am-Chau! Thanks!

My pleasure. I did remember to ask permission, didn't I? I know I meant to, but I'm memfaulting on actually asking...

Especially, "the board of directors, slowly".

It was a lot of fun to write. A lot. Though I realise now that the word "slowly" doesn't actually fit with the description of Alexander's killing method. Huh. Time to fanwank that or change it...


Calli - Jul 25, 2003 6:57:22 am PDT #5416 of 10001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

I did remember to ask permission, didn't I?

Yes, you did. But I didn't know how it was going to be used (I gave a blanket "go for it"), and it was fun finding out.

I realise now that the word "slowly" doesn't actually fit with the description of Alexander's killing method

Well, by specifying "slowly" next to the board of directors it could be suggested that this was anomolous for him.


Am-Chau Yarkona - Jul 25, 2003 7:00:07 am PDT #5417 of 10001
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty

But I didn't know how it was going to be used (I gave a blanket "go for it"), and it was fun finding out.

Heh. Good.

Well, by specifying "slowly" next to the board of directors it could be suggested that this was anomolous for him.

Nice explanation. Maybe I won't bother editing it, then.


Connie Neil - Jul 25, 2003 7:01:58 pm PDT #5418 of 10001
brillig

he's apallingly self-centred and has the moral centre of your average cat

t she makes that sound like a bad thing, I mused, gazing upon the two cats within view.


Connie Neil - Jul 25, 2003 7:02:38 pm PDT #5419 of 10001
brillig

Oh, and revealing my biases ...

Vamp!Lex never looks up Dear Old Vamp Dad?


Connie Neil - Jul 25, 2003 9:01:46 pm PDT #5420 of 10001
brillig

I was going to put the new V!Giles bit up, but I got distracted by Plei's new Gunn site--Hah! Gunn sight! I kill me. Maybe tomorrow.


victor infante - Jul 25, 2003 9:03:02 pm PDT #5421 of 10001
To understand what happened at the diner, we shall use Mr. Papaya! This is upsetting because he's the friendliest of fruits.

I was going to put the new V!Giles bit up, but I got distracted by Plei's new Gunn site--Hah! Gunn sight! I kill me. Maybe tomorrow.

Heh. One of those nights. I'm finishing up part three of "When You are Tired of London." May well have it tonight.


Lee - Jul 25, 2003 9:10:34 pm PDT #5422 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

taunters.


Connie Neil - Jul 25, 2003 9:17:20 pm PDT #5423 of 10001
brillig

Hey, my Hubby's giving me fic ideas! He's trying to tell me to keep it and do a spec script, and I'm telling him that the odds of ME buying a script from a total unknown are pretty slim.

Anyway, the religion discussions of earlier today started it, with MM's musing on Jesus as the undead: Religious fanatic gets turned, wakes up a bit later and thinks he's Jesus, returned from the dead. Angel has to deal with it. "You can't walk on water". "I'm just back from the grave, give me a bit to get my bearings, OK? And only mockers demand signs and miracles." "OK, crosses repel you." "The sign of my crucifixion! An instrument of torture! Of course it repels me." "Sunlight?" "My Father wants me to bring people into the light, if I try to return to Him too soon he burns me. If people drink of my blood, they will live forever. How can I not be the savior?"

Any takers on the fic bunny? Hubby's pleased with himself and his knowledge of obscure religious facts.