Kat, if you could get that to 100 words, you should definitely post it.
And Anne -- you CSI shipper, you.
That's my girl, large and in-charge. Okay, teensy-weensy and in charge.
Gunn ,'Just Rewards (2)'
Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
§ ita § - Jul 28, 2003 11:53:30 am PDT #5503 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
kat perez - Jul 28, 2003 11:55:46 am PDT #5504 of 10001
"We have trust issues." Mylar
I shall try to get it to 100 words, wouldn't have a clue about where to post it other than here, though.
I sooo wanna be Karen when I grow up.
Dana - Jul 28, 2003 12:02:39 pm PDT #5505 of 10001
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
"Sloane. Arvin Sloane."
Ooooh.
§ ita § - Jul 28, 2003 12:03:13 pm PDT #5506 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
It was for you, Dana.
Dana - Jul 28, 2003 12:03:41 pm PDT #5507 of 10001
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
You're so sweet. Want one in return? Gimme a fandom.
Anne W. - Jul 28, 2003 12:05:03 pm PDT #5508 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
And Anne -- you CSI shipper, you.
Heh. More like an anti-shipper, I fear.
§ ita § - Jul 28, 2003 12:05:11 pm PDT #5509 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
How about ... Roswell?
Dana - Jul 28, 2003 12:06:12 pm PDT #5510 of 10001
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
Hrm. I will percolate.
Although considering how much of an asshat LJ's being, I probably won't even get to post.
Fay - Jul 28, 2003 12:47:02 pm PDT #5511 of 10001
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
Oh my God. Wonderful. Just wonderful.
Dana - Jul 28, 2003 12:47:17 pm PDT #5512 of 10001
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
For ita. Angel/Roswell.
Darla cursed as the wind blew sand in her face. She hated deserts. She hated being hungry.
There. A figure leaning against the wall outside the diner, cigarette hanging from beautiful young lips.
"Shit! Agent Topolski?" The cigarette fell to the ground.
"Who?"
The boy shook his head. "Sorry. You look like someone I used to know."
"I'm Darla." She took another step, moving close enough to feel the warmth of his body.
"Michael." Sullen, suspicious, but so pretty.
He tasted strange, his blood spicy and sharp and rare.
"Pleased to meet you," she said, and let his body drop.