Two steaming cups of chocolate goodness. Courtesy of whomever I swiped it from out of the cupboard.

Ben ,'The Killer In Me'


Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies  

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


amych - Oct 27, 2003 7:06:20 am PST #7222 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?

I'm convinced there is only one person in the world with a Roy-Orbison-in-cling-film fetish. But I'm pretty sure that one is the exception that proves the rule.


Am-Chau Yarkona - Oct 27, 2003 7:07:00 am PST #7223 of 10001
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty

Snerk. (edit: amych, I'm half-sure that there isn't *anybody* with a genuine RO-in-cling-film fetish. But that may be the camels talking.)

Well, having discovered this particular application of Ugol's Law (Ugol. Sounds like a servant of Sauron.) the question is one of fandom ettiqutte: does one really sign up to a mailing list, check there are no rules against fic, and just post a story, without lurking for a while and knowing what you're going into? Is one brave enough?


P.M. Marc - Oct 27, 2003 7:07:37 am PST #7224 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

I'm convinced there is only one person in the world with a Roy-Orbison-in-cling-film fetish. But I'm pretty sure that one is the exception that proves the rule.

This gives me hope that somewhere in the bowels of the interbunny, there's a hidden stash of you-know-what with you-know-who.


Am-Chau Yarkona - Oct 27, 2003 7:11:33 am PST #7225 of 10001
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty

This gives me hope that somewhere in the bowels of the interbunny, there's a hidden stash of you-know-what with you-know-who.

Plei, I know about the double-your-fun challenge, but I refuse to try and apply it to Voldemort.

Oh. You meant the Buffy/Wesley, possibly.


Calli - Oct 27, 2003 7:13:02 am PST #7226 of 10001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

you do/write/make something, step back, look at it, and think, "nobody else could possibly be as crazy as I am. I am all alone,

I occasionally had this kind of thought, too. It died for me when I discovered the Hobbit vampire slash yahoo group.


Am-Chau Yarkona - Oct 27, 2003 7:17:38 am PST #7227 of 10001
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty

the Hobbit vampire slash yahoo group.

Is that (she enquires tentatively) hobbit/vampire, or actual vampire hobbits? Because I'm imagining both, and trying to decide it Spike/Frodo or Pippin with fangs is the scarier.

Edit: though either, or both, would rather confirm Ugol's law.


Calli - Oct 27, 2003 7:20:37 am PST #7228 of 10001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

Is that (she enquires tentatively) hobbit/vampire, or actual vampire hobbits?

Actual vampire hobbits. For example, Frodo looking even paler than at the end of TT, if that's possible, longing and yearning for Sam to come. just. a. little. closer. That sort of thing. Also vampiric Mippin.


Cindy - Oct 27, 2003 7:21:54 am PST #7229 of 10001
Nobody

This gives me hope that somewhere in the bowels of the interbunny, there's a hidden stash of you-know-what with you-know-who.

Plei, I know about the double-your-fun challenge, but I refuse to try and apply it to Voldemort.

Oh. You meant the Buffy/Wesley, possibly.

I figured she meant Newt/Kissy.


P.M. Marc - Oct 27, 2003 7:21:59 am PST #7230 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

Oh. You meant the Buffy/Wesley, possibly.

No, I know where most of that lives (including WIPs and things awaiting betaing, because I am a very aggro archivist, and sniff it out right quick.)

I'm thinking more in the RPS vein.


Cindy - Oct 27, 2003 7:23:55 am PST #7231 of 10001
Nobody

I'm thinking more in the RPS vein.

Not Bronzer/Buffista fic, because (except for those of us who crossed over) that would just be yucky.

Wait. I get it. This is a psychological test to see how frigging twisted we really are, isn't it, Plei? You realize—of course—that without actually participating yourself, our results are going to skew too mild?