the thought of fucking into dust.

Niiiiiiice.

I’m born to be undead

Heh. I like.

Thanks. I don't wonder any more what I would have been like as a man. I think I know. Which trips me out, cause, hello? Fictional. And a different generation, different background, very different. And yet, not.ETA: Color me proud cause Tep likes my Munchkin and she's never "met" him.(It's not your father's cop show, Tep. I would never cross "Blue" with Buffy.Thematically, BTVS and H:LOTS have their toes in the same ponds...just in different colors. And Munch would be most likely to be a Buffista, were it not for his distrust of the 'net.

Yea, though I wander through the the Valley of Badfic, I will fear no shlock. For Erika is with me. She leadeth me to smart cross-overs, she maketh me lie down beside true pairings, and anointeth my head with Kay.

That's it. Karl and Hecubus get to fight it out over who writes my eulogy.(Not that I have immediate plans, huh? Just keep a file open for me.) It's all in the source material, babe. They are such great characters I could drop them anywhere and let them do their things...and sometimes I mean porn. She ,in particular, keeps tapping me on the forehead or something, like "You're the writer. Get this down, huh?"(And I suspect there will be a series of Kay-at AI stories, even though I need to be writing other things and don't really have time, blah blah. But Detective Howard is demanding like that...possibly with added Vampire Informant) Thank you. Cause "Homicide" people? Think I'm ruler of Freakonia for the latest(And I think some of them think that's a bad thing.And my brother keeps telling me Kay's unattractive. ) Yeah, I'd love to be that ugly. He probably just knows she could kick his ass. And I'm nowhere close to an ending either. I can't come up with anything right now that isn't "Three's Company " with fangs...but I could hide out for a while with the Munch/Dru smut.

I can't come up with anything right now that isn't "Three's Company " with fangs

suhNERK!

Which would be ok, if Karl hadn't said I was smart...that isn't smart. Not even. But tonight more Munch/Dru and then I'll figure out where the story goes after that.

not your father's cop show

Erika, have you seen The Wire yet? Really wanting you to! I think it's as good as H:LoTS was in its heyday and is even more morally complex.

And, as far as I'm concerned, you can keep on with the Munch/Dru smut for a while longer yet. (now thinking of Timmy trying to save Dru. mmm perverse!)

No, I've not seen it. Heard good things, though.OMG, Timmy and Dru? Poor Timmy. He would definitely get drawn in. She could use that creepy hypnosis thing to stun the pretty boy, and then make him listen to all of her "crazy crap" I did think about making him a fledgling, but "tortured vampire" is not new news... kind of a sexy thought, though in a desperately wrong way(shivers)

desperately wrong

beautifully, beautifully wrong!

Willow in the cemetery. Geeks that pass in the night

When she was closer she heard voices. "Why do we have to be the ones breaking into crypts?" said a half-familiar voice.

"Because we lost the lightning round of Next Generation trivia," answering a completely unfamiliar voice.

"I'm still not sure he's right about that mistranslation of the Klingon subtitles."

Another clink of metal against stone. "Well, when there's a discrepancy between dialogue and subtitles, canon always follows the dialogue. That's just a given."

"I'm not arguing that, but the Klingon lexicon has gone through some changes since the dictionary was published. It's out of date, I don't care if it's the only authorized edition. 'Undiscovered Country' alone introduced new vocabulary that isn't adequately declined in the published sources."

"But Rule 32 says 'The Klingon Dictionary is the final arbiter of translation debates in trivia contests.' We all voted on that."

"Yeah, but that was when they were going to update the dictionary."

Willow peeked through the bushes at the two arguing young men. Yep, that was Jonathan, but who was the blond guy? And why were they using crowbars on the lock on the Du Lac crypt, which had been installed and magically reinforced by Giles himself years ago?

She debated several approaches, then decided on a Buffy-esque confrontation. She stepped around the bush. "Hi, guys. Whatcha doing?"

The resulting screams of shock were very gratifying.

Jonathan clutched his chest. "Wil--Wil--Willow."

"Hi, Jonathan." She looked at the other person. "Hi, have we met?"

The blond young man blinked, hugging his crowbar to him. "We were at school together. I'm Andrew."

Willow thought a moment, then nodded. "Tucker's brother."

Andrew beamed. "You remember me?"

She shrugged a little. "I think I saw you getting beaten up in the hallway one day."

"Oh, well, yeah, that happened a lot."

She looked at Jonathan. "So what brings you two out in the middle of the night? To the cemetery? With crowbars?"