Thanksgiving

Nov 28, 2010 15:51

My ritual sacrifice (with pie) went very well, and I return home with full intentions of writing until my fingers fall off this week (as well as doing a few other minor work related projects before the holidays and putting up the Christmas decorations). However, somehow, without warning I find that I've been nominated at the SunnyD Awards in ( Read more... )

knifing around, dust, awards, west of the moon, fanfic, buffy

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prophecygirrl November 29 2010, 01:36:53 UTC
Bliss.

(and congrats on the much-deserved win!)

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knifeedgefic November 29 2010, 01:58:39 UTC
Not a win. Just nominations so far. We'll see. There's some amazing stories that were also nominated in all those categories.

As for "bliss"... unfortunately the only instance of the word I can find is in a really plotty bit, and I don't want to give anything away yet. So you get a second choice.

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prophecygirrl December 1 2010, 04:38:17 UTC
God, I read it too fast! Still well deserved, though.

OK, so for my second pick, I choose... "passion"

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knifeedgefic December 1 2010, 04:45:14 UTC
“Liar,” Spike said. He yawned hugely, then levered himself off the bed and stretched, giving Buffy an amazing view of vampire musculature hard at work. Guh, her brain thought, totally without her permission. Ruthlessly, Buffy squashed that impulse right back into its box, then sat on the lid. No matter that her brain was also trying to replay the images from her dream of sitting on Spike’s lap and running her hands all over that.

Bad Buffy brain. She tried to remind herself of every single--very good--reason why Spike was absolutely repulsive and dreaming of being engaged to the bloodsucker was a sign that she’d spent far too much time in his company.

“Well, if there’s not gonna be any violence, I’m going to bed. Wake me up when Passions comes on,” Spike said, wandering toward the door.

Buffy grimaced. Passions: reason number five thousand seven hundred and eight.

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adrienne88 November 29 2010, 02:22:57 UTC
Unusual.

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knifeedgefic November 29 2010, 02:31:50 UTC
Odd... I could have sworn I'd used this word more than once.

Bloody hell, Spike thought, and stopped breathing.

“Oh, god, what’s that smell?” Buffy said, covering her nose with her hand.

Spike reached inside and flicked on the lights. He half expected her to scream. She didn’t. After all, she was the Slayer. This was her bread and butter.

Spike took in the scene at a glance. It wasn’t altogether unusual, really. He’d seen its like before. Hell, he’d participated.

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xtanitx November 29 2010, 13:40:50 UTC
Is it too late to jump in? If not, how about certain.

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knifeedgefic November 29 2010, 14:01:18 UTC
Certain is a word I apparently use quite a lot. But here's one of my favorite (not-so plotty bits):

“This is the place,” she announced, staring up at the flickering sign.

“What makes you so certain?” he asked.

“Because it’s just oozing sleaze,” Buffy said. “Definitely Ethan’s kind of place.”

“It’s oozing something,” Spike agreed, deciding he didn’t really need to breathe while they were inside.

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griphynne916 November 29 2010, 15:34:14 UTC
Exhibition

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knifeedgefic November 29 2010, 15:38:24 UTC
Not a word I've used... yet.

Got another choice?

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griphynne916 November 29 2010, 20:32:21 UTC
Hmmm... okay... how about generous?

Congrats on the nominations btw, they are truly well-deserved!

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knifeedgefic November 29 2010, 20:38:20 UTC
Damn. Don't have generous, either. BUT! I have "generous" by implication:

By the time Buffy had made it back downstairs, he was in the kitchen, chucking celery from one vegetable drawer to the next to make room for the rest of his stash. "You made coffee," she said with a frown. "How come you didn't take a nap?"

"Too hungry to sleep," he said. It was partially true, at any rate. Critically he eyed the heap of blood bags in the cooler and the size of the vegetable drawer. There was no way they'd all fit; she hadn't been stingy. If he didn't hate her so bloody much, Spike could have kissed the Slayer for that. Instead, he concentrated on packing the bags in as tightly as he could.

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claire_griffon November 29 2010, 17:10:26 UTC
Oh, this sounds like fun....Um....I choose weapon!

Also: whoooo on the nominations!!!! You deserve them for sure.

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knifeedgefic November 29 2010, 17:42:24 UTC
Thanks!

“How do I know you aren’t lying?” she asked, suspicious.

Spike smiled at her, slowly. “Cause I don’t lie that often. Truth hurts, baby. Weapon of choice.” That she could believe. “Besides, not like I knew he’d told you some rot about being fangless. He killed a few more than that when he was all soulful. If it makes you feel better, though, I’m sure he felt really bad about it.”

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claire_griffon November 30 2010, 13:08:42 UTC
Angel bashing!!!!! And done so well too!!!! :)

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