Angel: Will you just shut up for once?! Illyria: What? Angel: My God, the speechifying. Has it ever occurred to you that now might not be the best time for when-we-were-muck stories?

'Time Bomb'


Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies  

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


Fay - May 02, 2004 10:58:08 am PDT #9085 of 10001
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.

"Not enough, though," River snarls, unfurling her limbs with a speed that leaves him breathless. Suddenly Simon is enfolded in her legs and arms, an embrace that feels more like an attack. He laughs uncertainly, breathlessly, and she makes a frustrated noise almost like a growl. "Stupid. Stupid. Thicker than water. You're clinging to outdated paradigms, trying to hold on to the wrong thing. Spinach. Stupid." Her breath is hot on his neck. He wraps his arms around her uncertainly and pats her on the back like a colicky infant. "No! Not like that," she says, and her wet mouth closes shockingly over his earlobe. He jumps, and yelps, and she bites down hard.

"River! River, I – what do you think – stop it! Stop it right now!"

She pulls her head back far enough that she can look at him. His eyes meet hers, questions and protests bristling unspoken between them, things he doesn't know how to say (surely he has misunderstood this?), and then she darts forward and kisses his mouth in a way that will not allow any misunderstanding at all.

Desire uncurls somewhere inside, all the more tempting for being utterly forbidden. His body, he finds, really does not care what is acceptable.

He pushes her away. He is shaking.

"No," he says unevenly. Her fingers are still tangled in his hair. She is hurting him. "No. No. This is wrong." Simon's voice is stronger now. She snorts, looking at him with that same pitying look she would always use when he made some assertion that she, his precious, precocious pain of a sister knew to be nonsense – even though all the books confirmed his ideas – and it is all so familiar and so intimate, so hideously, impossibly right that he feels exhilarated and sick to his stomach.

"Stupid," she says, pulling away from him slowly. "You'll see. I know, you dummy. I'm right." She sits back on the table and cocks her head, studying him closely. He stares at her, lost for words. She smiles, and offers him her arm. He looks at it blankly, and against all expectation she laughs. "Blood," she says. "It's what you wanted."


deborah grabien - May 02, 2004 11:07:20 am PDT #9086 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

You know, I'm completely Firefly-ignorant. Never watched it.

But the fic? Is lovely lovely lovely.


Fay - May 02, 2004 11:24:33 am PDT #9087 of 10001
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.

Thank you! ( Firefly broke my heart. Or rather, F*x did. Curse them.)


§ ita § - May 02, 2004 11:32:06 am PDT #9088 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Hodgeberries!

That having been said, it's lovely.


deborah grabien - May 02, 2004 11:32:07 am PDT #9089 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Today's Open On Sunday challenge is books, any context. Here's my first one:

The Secret Garden

In her mind, poor fragmented missing thing, she is a child, but not the child she was.

Instead, her name is Mary, and she lived a long time ago. She lives with a distant, unhappy uncle in an enormous house in Yorkshire. Somewhere in the house, her spoiled frightened cousin Colin keeps to his bed, crying in the night.

In her mind, they find the door to a secret garden, and bring it to life, and the shuttered dead house comes to life with it.

Outside her mind, Willow cries over her, and swears to get her back from Glory.


Fay - May 02, 2004 11:35:23 am PDT #9090 of 10001
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.

OWCH.

Oh, owch. Go Deb.


deborah grabien - May 02, 2004 11:41:24 am PDT #9091 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Oh, dear. I have literally no clue where that one came from. It was one of the books that was read to me rather a lot when I was a child, sick in bed - but rather nice, I think, imagining that poor fuddled Tara was having a lovely wander with Dickon, feeding the robin, and not screaming hopelessly for Willow.


lisah - May 03, 2004 8:14:16 am PDT #9092 of 10001
Punishingly Intricate

I love it Fay! But damn you for making me miss Firefly even more.


SuziQ - May 03, 2004 9:18:19 am PDT #9093 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame

Fay! Firefly! wibble


Gris - May 03, 2004 12:06:07 pm PDT #9094 of 10001
Hey. New board.

Wow, Fay, that was very good.

I come here for help. I have a plotline in my mind, for a fic I want to write. But I've never written fic before. How do you guys recommend I start? Should I just start writing, from the beginning, and go until I'm done? Or should I plan breaks before I begin? Should I start with characterizations, thoughts, putting my mind into the mind of my subjects?

Basically, I'm wanting of help. =)