Deb, that was fun. I can so see Dru being fastidious.
Erika, I like your Munch, and I like the way you write him.
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
Deb, that was fun. I can so see Dru being fastidious.
Erika, I like your Munch, and I like the way you write him.
I love his superhearing.
Another rock drabble for Victor. This one is dangerously close to what used to be home, but fuggit, you know?
Sympathy for...
"He's one of ours, isn't he?"
They stood shoulder to shoulder, backstage behind the black curtain. They seemed invisible to the hordes of people eddying around them: Light riggers, sound engineers, an FX team, basic underpaid underappreciated roadies, all involved in the fanfare and sheer hard work of setting up and staging a show at Madison Square Garden.
"He looks dead." Dru was whispering, singing, dancing with eagerness. "All corded and leathery. Two quid says he's one of ours."
"He could be." Spike watched Keith, tuning a classic Strat. "There've been rumours. But wouldn't you think Rolling Stone would know?"
Hee! It's what I've always suspected about Keith Richards.
It's what I've always suspected about Keith Richards.
I always figured Anita Pallenberg bit both Brian and Keith, but decided she could only keep one....
Ha! That's really funny, Deena, Deb, thanks again...don't worry, stuff's gonna happen soon.
Hah! I've already called Keith Richards one of hte undead! Or, well, at least a scary grandpa.
One more, because I can't resist...
Because I'm evil, and I can't resist.
Cat Scratch Fever
"Spike?"
"Half a mo, love."
He came out of the woods, grumbling. Dru tilted her head sideways and watched him jerk a three-inch broadhead out of what, in life, woud have been a perfectly good lung.
"Oooooooh," she crooned. "Someone's going to get spanked for that."
"Bloody wild man. D'you believe this little lot?" Spike tossed the arrow to Dru. "Right. Berk gets to be the deer for this. He runs this way, impale the stupid git."
Spike turned back to the woods, feral, dangerous. "Oi! Nugent! Think you're a mighty hunter? Got your bleedin' Great White Buffalo RIGHT HERE!"
HAH!
(I know, I know. I suck. But I can't help myself. I hate Ted Nugent...)
When bows got boring he started stalking deer with a rock.