dragonyphoenix: Blackadder looking at scraps of paper, saying "It could use a beta" (blackadder)

Title: That damned, elusive Pimpernel
Fandom: BtVS
Summary: Giles is wearing the most ridiculous outfit Buffy has ever seen.
Rating: G
Character: Giles, Buffy
Note: Written for a prompt at Giles Shorts: dressed
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but they will be … once I've taken over the world. Bwah-ha-ha!

 

 

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dragonyphoenix: Blackadder looking at scraps of paper, saying "It could use a beta" (blackadder)

Title: Fashion
Fandom: BtVS
Summary: Cordelia rejecting a new outfit.
Rating: G
Character: Cordelia, Harmony
Note: Written for a prompt at Open on Sunday – cut – but not posted there because it's longer than 100 words.
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but they will be … once I've taken over the world. Bwah-ha-ha!

 

One, the skirts were last month's length. Two, who put a baby blue top on that dress dummy? That color was so last week. Three, sparkles? What idiot thought they were in?Ever? “Well,” Cordelia said, “It's not Alexander McQueen but it is the best Sunnydale has to offer.”

 

“Right, that Queen guy.”

 

“Oh. My. God, Harmony. It was a joke. Alexander McQueen may be considered trendy – by some – but the man puts skulls on, like, everything. Honestly, he seriously needs to get over his death fetish.” Cordelia looked through the window. It had been a week since she'd gone in. Even if they'd barely touched the display, they might have gotten some new stock.“Come on, lets see if they have anything remotely close to acceptable.”

 

Cordelia skimmed through a dozen tops before pulling one out. She felt the fabric between her finger and thumb, held out the top to take in the overall effect, and brought it to her body as she checked herself in the mirror. “This might do.”

 

“It's nice.”

 

“Now, if the attendant isn't on a two-hour lunch break I might be able to …” Cordelia stopped, staring at the tag. Her left hand slowly reached down. She felt as if she were in a horror movie and the audience was shouting at her, telling her to stop, telling her to run. She picked up the tag,glanced at it out of the corner of her eye, and practically threw the top back onto the rack. “Oh my God, I don't believe it. The price was cut.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“The top. It's on sale.”

 

“Oh.” Harmony shrugged and with a half-wince said, “Too bad because it was real cute.”

 

“First rule of fashion: if no one else wants it, it's not worth buying, no matter how cute it is.”

dragonyphoenix: Francine from Strangers in Paradise (Francine)

Title: Have Great Sex!
Fandom: BtVS
Summary: “But I wasn't talking about sex, I was wishing them great sex. That's totally different. It's for Valentine's Day: have great sex. Just like you'd say Merry Christmas at Yule or wish someone a happy birthday, but without using the 'wish' word of course. Besides Xander,” she added, her voice taking on a darker tone, “you talk about them having sex. You just don't say 'sex'. You say 'spells' but it's the same thing and everyone knows it.”
Characters: Giles, Anya, Xander, with a cameo appearance by Willow and Tara
Rating: At least PG if not Mature
Note: Given the title, you think I'd be using Open on Sunday's prompt of bound rather than boundaries. *grin* Not posted there because it's longer than 100 words.
Note: I took the list of herbs from Acamar's Harry Potter fanfic Shade More Than Man.
Disclaimer: They will be mine, oh yes they will, once I've taken over the world. Bwah-ha-ha!
 


 

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dragonyphoenix: Francine from Strangers in Paradise (Francine)
Title: The Pen is Mightier
Fandom: BtVS
Summary: Anya is less than pleased after Giles has been turned into a rabbit.
Rating: G
Characters: Giles, Anya, Buffy, Ethan
Disclaimer: They will be mine, oh yes they will, once I've taken over the world. Bwah-ha-ha!
Note: Written for the prompt of sword(s) at Giles Shorts but not posted there because it's longer than 100 words.

 

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dragonyphoenix: Blackadder looking at scraps of paper, saying "It could use a beta" (blackadder)

Title: The Hero
Fandom: BtVS
Summary: In Prophecy Girl Buffy punches Giles so he won't interfere when she goes after the Master. What Giles is thinking as he's coming to.
Rating: G
Characters: Giles mainly but references to Jenny and Buffy
Disclaimer: They will be mine, oh yes they will, once I've taken over the world. Bwah-ha-ha!
Note: Written for a prompt at Giles Shorts – sword

When Buffy's punch had knocked him down, Rupert's thoughts flew back to his favorite boyhood game: drawing Excalibur from the stone. All the great warriors had tried and failed. When the monsters had attacked, he'd grabbed the nearest weapon to hand, drawing the sword smoothly from the stone. “Creatures of darkness beware, for I am Arthur of the Britons and your death is at hand.”

When he winced Jenny was there, asking if he was alright. “I'm not Arthur.” That seemed to upset her. He tried to explain. “I'm not the one who wields the sword. At best, I'm Merlin.”

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Jan. 11th, 2014 05:08 pm
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Day 11

Stretch yourself a little and try something new. Go play in a new fandom or with a new pairing or trope. Try creating a different kind of fanwork. Or check out some types of fanworks that are new to you. (The recs from Day 1, Day 3, and Day 9 might be a good place to start!) Leave a comment in this post saying you did it.


I decided to write a crossover. While I have written crossovers before, I'm not sure any of them have been all that good. Based on Open on Sunday's prompt of advice/advise I came up with the idea of Fray finding a note left by Buffy. Note the lack of crossoveryness. I went with it anyway.
dragonyphoenix: Katchoo from Strangers in Paradise (katchoo)
Because people not might find me on LJ and not at all because I'm desperate for hugs.

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Day 8


In your own space, create a love meme for yourself. Let people tell you how amazing and awesome and loveable you really are. Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so. Surf the comments and find people to give love to.


*makes eyes all big and anime looking* Actually not as tough as I'd originally thought because I read it as "tell others how wonderful you yourself are". Ack! Hope others will say nice things is a piece of cake in comparison.

Well, unless nobody says anything. ;-(    "Hello? Anybody out there?"

dragonyphoenix: Francine from Strangers in Paradise (Francine)

Title: Without the Lion
Fandom: BtVS
Rating: R, Mature
Characters: Giles, Willow
Concrit: Please, in comments
Summary: Given that libraries have been shown to be unsafe, you'd think Willow would study somewhere else.
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but they will be ... once I've taken over the world. Bwah-ha-ha!
Warning: Death of a major character
Note: I thought I didn't get Willow/Giles, and it was from Giles' PoV – why would he be attracted to someone so much younger? Which just goes to show I'm getting older I guess. I thought I didn't get Willow/Giles and then I read Trekker's Nothing Like a Prayer
Note: Gabrielle suggested I read over at Hairy Eyeball which is what got me on this Willow/Giles kick.

Nominated in the Best Angst category at the Willowy Goodness awards.

dragonyphoenix: Blackadder looking at scraps of paper, saying "It could use a beta" (could use a beta)

Title: Mark It With 'D'
Fandom: BtVS
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It's fun to play little games with children.
Character: Drusilla
Concrit: Please, in Comments
Disclaimer: They aren’t mine, not yet, but they will be… once I’ve taken over the world. Bwah-ha-ha!
Word Count: 195


Put it in the oven and mark it with 'D' and bake that cake for baby and me. The red words were so bright against the eggshell white of the walls that they almost seemed to be shouting. Drusilla had some vague thought that it should be 'B' rather than 'D' but that didn't make any sense at all. Death began with the letter 'D'.

 

Mark it with 'D'. Drusilla's hands were still red, wet enough to mark the girl, the one who had taught her the rhyme. “Where are you?” Drusilla didn't let on that she knew where the girl was even though she could hear the rat-a-tat-tat of a heart pounding on the other side of the closet door: it was fun to play little games with children. Mark it with 'D' and bake that cake. The words seemed to be a command.

 

Bake that cake. It didn't make any sense. Getting the child into the oven would be very difficult. All the pans would have to be taken out. And afterward the girl wouldn't be edible at all. Bake that cake. The words were quite insistent. Drusilla supposed she'd have to obey.

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Title: Unusual
Fandom: BtVS
Summary: What Kendra learned in Sunnydale
Rating: PG
Concrit: Please, in comments
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but they will be... once I've taken over the world! Bwah-ha-ha
Note: Written for a prompt at Open on Sunday: unusual


She'd been a girl when he'd come for her. Mother and father had given her up, had told her it was an honor. She never saw them again.

Each morning she woke at dawn and ran fifty miles before breakfast. She could perform all of the katas perfectly by the time she was twelve, although free-form fighting took her longer to master. She could cite, often word for word, the ancient tomes without referring back to the original documents. When she was sixteen, she killed her first demon.

Before Sunnydale, Kendra never stopped to think that her life was unusual.

dragonyphoenix: Blackadder looking at scraps of paper, saying "It could use a beta" (could use a beta)

 

Title: For a very important date…
Fandom: BtVS
Summary: Anya’s been reading Alice in Wonderland
Rating: G
Concrit: Please, in comments
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but they will be... once I've taken over the world! Bwah-ha-ha

Note: Written for a prompt at Open on Sunday: late.

 

“Rabbits and cards and painted roses?” Anya dropped the book. It hit the table with a loud thud. “Children read this?”

 

Giles closed the cash register and wished the customer a good day. “Alice in Wonderland? It has a different connotation outside of the demonic community.”

 

“Do you know what 'I'm late, I'm late, for a very important date.' means in Y'gar'esh?”

 

Giles removed his glasses and pulled out a handkerchief. “That's not one of my strongest demon tongues.”

 

“You can't translate it makes it okay for innocent little children to read about blood rituals and poisonings and... and... rabbits?”

 

Fic: Late

Jan. 10th, 2013 10:09 am
dragonyphoenix: Blackadder looking at scraps of paper, saying "It could use a beta" (Default)

Title: Late
Fandom: BtVS
Summary: In Sunnydale, you shouldn’t be out after dark.
Rating: PG
Concrit: Please, in comments
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but they will be... once I've taken over the world! Bwah-ha-ha

Note: I think it's fairly obvious that this is set in Wish!verse.

Note: Written for a prompt at Open on Sunday: late.

 

The sun is setting. You stare at the empty parking lot. Cordelia's car is gone. You'll have to walk.

 

Main Street is empty. You want to run but know it'll draw attention. You walk as quickly as you can. Your eyes are on the ground: if you don't see them, maybe they won't see you. You crash into someone. “Excuse me. I'm late.”

 

Your way is blocked. It's a little nobody from school. “Willow?” She's wearing leather. Why would she be wearing... Wait. Didn't she die?

 

“Late? Oh, I don't think so.” Her face becomes a monster's mask. “Not yet.”

 

dragonyphoenix: Blackadder looking at scraps of paper, saying "It could use a beta" (could use a beta)

Far fewer stories this year. I've been busy with English classes and also with a novel writing class that runs from October through sometime in the summer. Don't expect a novel out of me anytime soon though. That thing is a huge chaotic mess.

 

BtVS as Dragon's Phoenix

All of these are short – Monster at nine pages is the longest – and most are pure drabbles.

 

I wrote Monster as a sequel to skargasm's FrankenSpike's Creation because I couldn't help wondering how Xander would react once he realized he was a copy created to kill his beloved. I love this story because I think I do a good job of increasing the tension, of ratcheting it up in each chapter.

 

This drabble, based on the prompt of doorway, was me playing with metaphors. I frequently look at Angelus and Darla, and how they might interact with or attack Dru before she was Turned. This isn't one of my better efforts.

 

Playing with metaphors again or at least trying to, I wrote two drabbles playing with the prompt of wind, where Angelus tries to protect Drusilla. You can see why they wanted someone else to take that on.

 

Fireworks, still playing with metaphors, showing Spike yearning for Xander. Because I love Spander. ;-) It has a beautiful last line.

 

Tiny Suns in the Dark also responds to the fireworks prompt. This time Spike tries, not quite successfully, to keep Dru away from sparklers, “those little fireballs that shot off vamp-killing sparks.”

 

Nobody Told Her delves into what Faith was thinking on her way to Sunnydale. I think I got her voice down fairly well and like what I did with this one.

 

Games is basically Buffy and Willow chatting about schoolwork during that time when Buffy has been expelled from school and is waiting to get back in.

 

In Cerebus the Dork, two of the three geeks are being dorky while Warren is acting like a jerk. An Open on Sunday prompt of comic(s) allowed me to reference Cerebus the Aardvark, which I followed avidly in college.

 

In The First of Her White Dresses, a sick Dru explains to Spike why she's started wearing white. I rather like the Dru-logic of it.

 

And I Shall Defend My Queen references so many things: a graphic novel called Hatter M which is loosely based on the Alice in Wonderland books; Joss' Fray!verse since this library is supposed to be the one that Fray finds; Babylon 5 because that bit with the bowler hat is what Lt. Corbin does after the comic duo of Rebo and Zooty visit B5. Not bad for 100 words, huh? And I think I did a great job with Andrew's voice here.

 

Seashell was supposed to be the metaphor but instead Dru sees the tides carrying Spike away. It's a nicely sparse and evocative story.

 

While playing with the nest metaphor I wondered where Drusilla might go after Angelus killed her family but before she chose to join the convent. Suicide's a Sin came out of that.

 

Feeding: This dark!Willow fic references a couple of ideas from the comics, that Willow survives long enough to be in the Fray!verse and that Willow has gone dark. What does Willow do first once magic returns to the world? Aaargh, and I'm kicking myself for not having a gingerbread house on the table at Willow's place!

 

Falling from Darkness to Light is another drabble written to play with a metaphor, falling this time. It looks at the moment Dru realizes that Spike no longer loves her. Nicely done, even if I do say so myself.

 

Dust Drifting Like Snowflakes in the Snowy Wastes: What can I say? I adore writing about the desolation after love has been lost. And I'm very fond of Spander. ;-) The last line is killer, which also makes me happy.

 

By Their Fruits Shall Ye Know Them depicts Wesley's thoughts as he overhears Giles and Buffy choosing to keep the Council out of the loop after Faith had killed Mr. Finch. I tried to suggest that Wesley is more upset that Buffy didn't go to him than he is that they are planning to go around the Council's rules, but I'm not sure how well I pulled it off.

 

In We Have Met the Enemy and He Is Us, I've condensed a series of complex emotions down into a drabble. Yeah me! It's Willow's thoughts the night after Xander's yellow crayon speech has stopped her from destroying the world. The title is based on the comic strip Pogo.

 

With Lighting the Tree I was going for a drabble but couldn't condense it down enough. This was my Solstice story for 2012. A happy Giles/Ethan moment. And the ending is nicely ambiguous – but still happy either way you look at it – which makes me happy.

 

Squee!!! Zombies on the Beach is so much fun! In a drabble, two characters – both Faith and Ethan – have arcs. You learn that Ethan had staged a zombie attack and that Giles is dead. I love how much I crammed into this little story. *does happy dance*

 

The title for Plummeting from the Nest comes from a Babylon 5 episode. After Vir has been discovered helping Narns escape, Londo tells that some birds fly from the nest but that Vir has plummeted, fallen on his beak, and needs to helped gently back into the nest. The story suggests that Wesley is such an ass when he first gets to Sunnydale because he knows he's not prepared to be a Watcher.

 

VelvetWhip asked ShakenSilence for an Angel rapes Willow story. I, who tend to write my more violent stories when I'm upset, heard about the request shortly before holiday stress kicked in. Since I really can't see Angel – not Angelus – raping Willow, I played up the guilt side of things in With My Thoughts Wandering In the Dark.

 

Since I just finished writing Yearning. Oh Gods. The Pain., I'm too close to the story to say if it's good or bad. This sequel to Zombies on the Beach depicts Ethan shortly after he's learned that Giles is dead.

 

BtVS as Lucy Ash

This is where my dirty, bad, wrong stories live.

 

A Bad Influence remix - Part 1, Part 2 - plays with a story written by Hello Spikey. The original is better than mine.

 

Original

Shattering Like Broken Glass is a response to the prompt of plastic, although the metaphor I play with here is glass. I was thinking of how the glass windows of my childhood sparkled when struck by sunlight, unlike the less breakable plastic windows we have today. I have no idea where the priest or the assassin came from.


dragonyphoenix: Francine from Strangers in Paradise (Francine)
Title: Yearing. Oh Gods. The Pain.

Fandom: BtVS
Summary: after Ethan has been told that Rupert is dead.

Rating: PG
Concrit: Please, in comments
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but they will be... once I've taken over the world! Bwah-ha-ha
Prompt: Keats' The Eve of St. Agnes has the most amazing line: “music, yearning like a God in pain”.

Note: Set in my Lotus in Muddy Water series.

Note: Sequel to Zombies on the Beach.

Note: You might think I used “gone” for “dead” because I watched Hogfather the night before last, but I couldn't possibly comment. ;-)

Word Count: 285

 

Ethan's legs drew him through the sand. He moved slowly and clumsily, as if an external force were dragging him forward. Behind him... Ethan stumbled, half-falling before continuing on. Nothing chased after, but Ethan continued to flee. How long had it been? Minutes? Days? Salt itched his skin where the tears had dried.

 

The sun had risen out over the sea. The sky, bright and blue above him, gave lie to the surrounding fog. There was a thick mist, not quite visible, between Ethan and the world. It pushed everything away, creating such an unimaginable distance that nothing could touch him. He'd left the Slayer and her Watcher behind him. The Watcher who wasn't Rupert. Ethan's legs gave way below him. He fell onto the sand.

 

Rupert was gone. Dead. Gone forever.

 

The first time Ethan had seen him, Ripper had been laughing in delight. Ethan's heart had broken that night. That first Ripper – the one who'd become Ethan's lodestone, always drawing Ethan to him – that Ripper stepped out of the mist but didn't stay. He became another Ripper and then another, shifting from form to form, always Ripper but never the same Ripper. He was the Ripper who'd stared, wide-eyed, after they'd taken ecstasy and fucked till dawn, the Ripper whose face said Ethan was beautiful, was beloved. The Ripper who'd lied. The Ripper who'd abandoned Ethan. The Ripper whose punches, sharp and precise, were more than just physical pain. The Ripper who'd given him to the toy soldier boys. The Ripper he'd loved. Each and every one of them was the Ripper he'd loved.

 

Ethan reached out, yearning. It felt like a knife tearing through his heart. Oh Gods. The pain.

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Dec. 21st, 2012 11:46 am
dragonyphoenix: Francine from Strangers in Paradise (Francine)

“And the days are not full enough

And the nights are not full enough

And life slips by like a field mouse

            Not shaking the grass.”

                        - Ezra Pound

dragonyphoenix: Francine from Strangers in Paradise (Francine)

Title: Plummeting from the Nest
Fandom: BtVS
Summary: Wes doesn’t feel ready to be a Watcher.
Rating: G
Concrit: Please, in comments
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but they will be... once I've taken over the world! Bwah-ha-ha
Note: Written for a prompt at Open on Sunday – fire – but this week's prompt is flexible. To get to fire I started with the Tarot card of the Hermit, who holds a lantern which is illuminated by a flame.
Word Count: 100


Wesley had meant to be a scholar, a Hermit whose light would illuminate the work of others. Father had other ideas. He'd arranged for Wesley to become a Watcher.


Wesley had studied day and night, learned everything there was to learn about Sunnydale, and had even taken the advanced training that had pitted him against vampires. None of it had helped. He was terrified. Men who had trained their whole lives had failed at this task. He would have turned back if he could, but Father...


Surely the Council wouldn't have assigned him to the task if he wasn't prepared.

dragonyphoenix: Blackadder looking at scraps of paper, saying "It could use a beta" (Default)

Title: Zombies on the Beach

Note: Written for a prompt at Open on Sunday – fire – but the prompt is flexible is sunlight -> sun -> great big fireball -> fire.

Summary: Ethan learning that Giles is dead.

Note: In my Lotus in Muddy Water series.

Rating: PG
Concrit: Please, in comments
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but they will be... once I've taken over the world! Bwah-ha-ha
Word Count: 100

 

Faith stared at the corpses, waiting for just one of them to start moving again, wondering if she could get away with decking a human, when he chose to speak. “It's a shame Ripper wasn't here. Ripper always adored the classics.”

 

Aidan was between them before Faith could hit Ethan. “You hadn't heard?” Faith gave Aidan a sharp look. He was speaking gently to this asshole?

 

Ethan raised an arm against the sunlight. “No.”

 

“Rupert Giles is dead.”

 

Ethan looked as pale as the zombies had the night before. Maybe she didn't need to punch him.

dragonyphoenix: Francine from Strangers in Paradise (Francine)

Title: Lighting the Tree
Fandom: BtVS
Summary: Ethan’s looking for a bit of extra attention. What a surprise. ;-)
Rating: G
Concrit: Please, in comments
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but they will be... once I've taken over the world! Bwah-ha-ha
Note: Written for a prompt at Open on Sunday: fire
Note: Not necessarily a sequel to Of Old Mystics, but I was thinking of that most excellent Giles/Ethan tale when I wrote this. I highly recommend it ("it" being "Of Old Mystics" although I do very much like my own story as well!)
Word Count: 132


Feeling a surge of Ethan's magic, Rupert stepped quickly into the darkened living room. “What are you doing?”


Ethan gestured toward the tree, decorated but unlit. “There obviously needs to be flame. It's traditional.”


It sounded sensible, but Rupert knew Ethan. “I'd rather prefer to have a tree this year, and not a charred stick.”


Ethan turned away, but Rupert could feel his smile. “One little fire imp and I'm never forgiven.”


Wrapping his arms around Ethan, Rupert replied, “I merely said I'd prefer not to repeat the experience.”


“Well, what do you suggest then? That I never perform magic again?”


“Why don't we light the tree together?” As they joined their magic into one, Ethan leaned into his husband and purred, and Rupert knew this is what he'd wanted all along.

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