It’s my day, and I brought word truffles! (I hope no one’s allergic.) Shout-outs to missmurchison for encouraging me to sign up and to enigmaticblues for organizing the whole fabulous shebang. Also, a big thank you to Mister Beta for egging me on and to philips for her unerring good judgment. And for coining the phrase “word truffles.” :D
Other parts will be posted shortly, and I’ll have a few from “Tabula Rasa” up a bit later in the day.
13 Spaiku from “Something Blue”
Disclaimer: Spike and Buffy are not mine. I’m just gonna borrow them for, like, five minutes, mmkay?
A/N: Here are thirteen Spuffycentric haiku snapshots from “Something Blue.” In four parts.
Feedback warms the cockles of my heart. (Heh. I said “cockles.”)
four spaiku: love was phony
two spaiku: goodbye, honey
Spaiku: “Tabula Rasa”
Disclaimer: Spike and Buffy are not mine. *sob*
A/N: Four angsty haiku from the final scenes of “Tabula Rasa.” Technically, these are probably more, um, “Spuffku” than “Spaiku.”
Feedback is a wonderful thing.
It’s my turn to cater the all-you-can eat Spuffy buffet (Spuffet?) that has been this wonderful round, and I brought word salad. Kudos to enigmaticblues for being such a gracious hostess and big thank yous as well to Mister Beta for haiku-wrangling and to philips for amoral support.
ETA: The last haiku in Part 8 must have fallen off when I first posted. It’s back now. Also, I now have a spiffy new banner courtesy of the awesome alwaysjbj. Thank you, ma’am!
Scoobies are dancing,
Slayer all undefended…
time to make a move.
Spurned, he sublimates—
finds cold, cashmere comfort in
Slayer-themed sex games.
Originally posted at http://seasonal-spuffy.livejournal.com/307554.html
Bit leans in closer…
interview with a vampire.
Spike’s so freaking cool!
crypt plus vampire equals bad.
Clue in, already!
a flask of bourbon and thou…
birds go for that, right?
Buffy bails, then halts,
arrested by chivalry.
Slinks cryptward to find
someone wants him after all;
old habits die hard.
Useless to pretend
he’ll ever be anything
but death on two legs.
Originally posted at http://seasonal-spuffy.livejournal.com/308967.html
Wary daughter heeds
against her judgment.
Bloody through playing;
no longer be sire’s toy or
Slayer’s punching bag.
Punches him and leaves
his dignity in tatters,
her shrine in shambles.
Disrobes for the day,
asks her weary reflection:
what is it he sees?
Originally posted at http://seasonal-spuffy.livejournal.com/309937.html
Here’s my dish for this Spring’s Spuffy potluck: a heapin’ helpin’ of haiku. (Oh, don’t worry about overeating — you’ll be hungry again in an hour!) I’ll be posting throughout the evening until you’re ready to strangle me midnight so as to space out the spammage a little. Many thanks to enigmaticblues for having us all over again and for being such a gracious hostess. You have a lovely home, dear. Also, gratitude of great magnitude to Mister Beta for his invaluable input and for giving me time to write when there seemed to be none. Thanks as well to rebcake for continued encouragement and the always awesome always_jbj for the beautiful banner.
A Spaiku Intervention
Syllable count: 1275
Rating: PG-13 for robotic naughtitude
Disclaimer: Spike and Buffy belong to M.E. and never to me. (Um, except in dreams. Then, they’re, like, totally mine. I won’t lie.)
A/N: Here are some Spuffycentric Spaiku caps from BtVS, S5, “Intervention.” Sixteen parts.
Feedback is more refreshing than a margarita on Cinco de Mayo. ::hiccup::
Dedicated with love to mi amigas herself_nyc and philips, just because.
A/N: #3 is one of two haiku I’ve previously written for “Intervention.”
Watcher shakes his gourd,
does arcane novelty dance;
Cougar spirit guides?
Turtlenecks in the desert?!
Visionquests are strange.
Originally posted at http://seasonal-spuffy.livejournal.com/333823.html