Plei, I might have as well, if I wasn't still lost in the utter wonder of the Every(Bat)Man concept.
'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'
Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
What scares me is that I don't even know how I knew that.(OK, only about a million stand-up comics have told me about Jews and getting The Guy, but...) I would hardly call myself an expert on the XY people. And not on Batman since I was eleven or so.
Plei, the first one was fun and the second one was more disturbing than I was ready for. Very shivery making.
Erika, man, that's just amazing, beyond amazing.
Thanks. Honestly, I wondered as I was typing it whether the utility belt bit was going too far, but it got a laugh so...I just wouldn't want anybody to think I'm pulling a Tim Watley(comedian on Seinfeld who converted to make Jewish jokes)
This is an interesting Spike/Buffy smutfic...
WindSparrow "Fan Fiction: Writers, Readers, and Enablers" Jan 2, 2004 9:13:56 pm PST
Or a link to one, anyway...
It's true...Pretty hot.
I'm a very bad man. So bad, I'm linking to it, even though it's PG.
Mutating Paradigms and Other Shifts in Reality
It's, umm.
kinda B/G
I've got a certain weakness for B/G. I'm probably going to Electra Complex Special Hell. It's not an OTP or anything, though.
"We would have gotten a utility belt guy." But that's neither here nor there. I'm just trying to explain why I enjoy climbing from rooftop to rooftop, even when, strictly speaking, there's no need for it. The Princess hates when I do it, claims it attracts too much attention, blah, blah, blah. She doesn't know what my new agility means to me The honeymoon has gone on long enough that I no longer pay attention to every syllable out of her perfectly shaped mouth, gifted though that organ is. Sometimes, I like my time alone. Better that than mediating between the Princess and Dru. Some of their smallest beefs still go back fifty years And did I mention the claws? -more-
This time of night, the streets are mine. Mine and some poor detective's. But this time, I'm not the one mainlining bad coffee and cursing my superiors' parentage.
I pass cautiously by the Hyperion Hotel. I've heard a lot of rumors about the place, but I don't know what to believe, and it turns out the undead are just as full of shit as everyone else, which kind of disappoints me. I hoped for truth-divining powers, at least. A flash of something catches me attention with my nifty new peripheral vision, and I tell myself I'm looking for a bite, though I'll be tasting that claims adjuster's thin blood for hours. The truth is I was born a nosy bastard and I'll un-die one too.