Hee! Thankee, Madam Wife.
Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
Any time.(Mutual appreciation being the key to any successful internet plural marriage.)
Stunning stuff Deb.
Thank you, world's bestest mama-in-law.
Your son, BTW, came and stared uncomprehendingly at it over my shoulder, while apologising for not having the "poetry gene". I patted him on the shoulder consolingly, and told him it was OK.
And one more Bowie drabble.
Young Americans
She picked him up just after sunset, near the backstage door of Madison Square Garden.
He was a fox, in a heroin-chic, underfed way; skinny, muscled, all black leather and bleached hair. His name, he said, was Spike; he was on the guest list. Did she want to hang out backstage, and watch Ziggy Stardust? Oh hell yes, she did. She took his arm, oddly cold, and went inside.
The Spiders from Mars burned, and nearly everyone staggered out into the chilly Manhattan dawn. They found her under the stage the next morning, but by then, everyone had moved on.
You are on a roll!
Kaiser?
Sorry.
Kaiser?
Dutch Crunch.
I'm proud of this drabble even though it's not from any Jossverse, and in fact was just intended to be...fanfiction methadone, if you will. [link] (Thought somebody might miss my Munchkin...I do, but then love is hopeless, isn't it?) Even though it's off-length, I think it is the best fanfic drabble I've written. Which in some circles is like the prettiest skin infection, but I know y'all understand.
erika, I damn near swooned over that. Comment in your lj.
This week's open on sunday challenge is poetry (I did that last week, damnit!)
First one, to Michael Drayton's "Since There's No Help". THe episode ref should be pretty obvious.
Since There's No Help
Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part
For a day, just a day, he was human again. He could laugh, weep, love. He could eat ice cream, shivering, warm blood expanding his veins as she licked a drop from his nipple.
Nay, I have done, you get no more of me
The Powers allowed him humanity. But it made him weak, no help to her. Now, wisdom triumphing over love, he's renounced it.
"When?" She clings hard, her face wet.
Shake hands forever, cancel all our vows.
"Now," he tells her, and watches her kiss memory goodbye.