Last submission – Thanks Again to all the mods for all your work and to all the participants – wonderful to see all the Spuffy Love.
Again a new graphic with a revised poem – Suggestions on punctuation would be appreciated – was not sure how it should be in a poem.
This is a combination of a new graphic and a revised poem – I am not a writer but sometimes I have these flashes that I can work into a short poem.
This one I had worked with before – I did a rework of the images. The poetry reminded me of Spike and his quest and trials for his humanity/soul.
The script I worked from is Beneath You – one of my all time favorite episodes of the entire series and one of the finest performances of James Marsters and Sarah Michell Gellar. Hope you like the poems I came up with – I plan on doing others. I did not have the time to do the third one – I wanted to do the final “can we rest now” section – no time.
Once again I was reminded of how different the shooting scripts and the final episodes were – the superb church scene, which as I understand was worked on by Joss Whedon, is so different. With no intent to belittle the script created by Douglas Petrie – the final church scene takes on the quality of a soul in torment and chaos reaching out to the mercy of devine intervention which for Spike is Buffy which eventually becomes their cleansing and joining in Chosen.
Congratulations to all for another great Seasonal Spuffy – Thanks for all the wonderful artwork and new stories. A special Thank You to all the administrators!
Influenced by thenewbuzwuzz and her blackout poems – I did want to try some myself – due to this being the final day and short on time, I did them way.
Good morning! *beams* It’s a beautiful day to ship Spuffy.
The idea: Because any Buffy script can be Spuffy if you read between the lines. ;)
Thanks: to the mods for making the whole thing happen; freecat15 for encouraging me; the absent tumblr user alightintheswamp for betaing the “Welcome to the Hellmouth” poem.
Explanations & excuses: The poems are NOT set during the episodes that the words are from. I’ve included text versions and two kinds of clickable image versions, so if you want you can try and read the classic blackout way, or look at where the words came from. I ignore capitalization for the text versions, and I messed with the unused parts of the text a little so that the images wouldn’t be too huge.
Rating Tagging NC-17 in case, for mentions of sex.
Medium: blackout poetry.
Other pairings: not intentionally. I’ve stretched the name “Will” to mean William the Bloody in one line, so if that doesn’t work for you, it’s a Willow/Buffy poem. I hope it does work for you.
Disclaimer: All the words were written by Joss Whedon and David Greenwalt. I merely selected the ones I like best. The only pay I’m after is attention.
Here is the second offering I have for you today! (The first story, “Those Three Little Words”, is posted here.)
May I present the first part of a fluffy fic, set in a happier and Spuffier AU Season 7. The second part of the story will be posted on one of the remaining free-for-all days.
Title: The Anniversary Gift (Chapter 1)
Word count: ~1400
Summary: A first Spuffy anniversary. In this chapter, Buffy attempts to write a poem as an anniversary gift for Spike. Yeeeah. :P
Setting: AU S7 without the dark S6, because it’s my story. :)
Rating: R (so far) for suggestive content.
A/N: Felicia turns her back on angst/drama for fluffy humor! *gasp* (And has Buffy suffer through writer’s block as a surrogate.) :P Context-switching between writing this goofy story and the more somber Those Three Little Words (posted just before this) has been a bipolar experience. Hopefully it turned out OK so far. Beta’d by the effulgent All4Spike.
Feedback: Won’t you please be so kind? :)
Author SueWriteRo (DW)/WriteRo (LJ)
Title Dance of Madness
Rating and warnings G, but angsty
Word count 143
Setting early S7
Author SueWriteRo (DW)/WriteRo (LJ)
Title Dance Fight Love
Rating and warnings R
Word count 169
Setting S6 during Buffy and Spike’s affair
Hello again! This is a bit of an experiment for me (definitely more so than my earlier fic), but I hope people enjoy it all the same. :)
So, John Cage’s 4’33” is a piece of music made out of silence – or more specifically ambient sounds. It was released as a single last December, in a bid for the Christmas No. 1 in the UK (hoping to beat the latest X Factor winner, like the re-release of Rage Against the Machine’s Killing in the Name did in 2009), under the name Cage Against the Machine. It came with a number of ‘mixes’ – different people’s versions of four minutes and thirty-three seconds of ambient sound, of which Fake Blood’s Needle Drop Mix was one, building a piece around the sound of a vinyl record player just on the verge of playing something.
Here’s the 2nd of 3 morsels for the day…
Timeline: early S6
Word count: 103
Disclaimer: Still not mine, alas.
Author’s Note: I wish I was a better icon artist. I played with this quite a bit and couldn’t get the wheel-of-seasons effect I wanted. Still, if anyone wants to snag it, feel free!
I posted some fic earlier today, and now I’m back with poetry! Slightly moody poetry…
Title: Five Poems Spike Wrote about Buffy (and One that She Wrote about Him)
Rating: PG-13? Sex references and swearing.
Summary: Two sonnets, two lumps of free verse and 17 lines of hendecasyllablics; one from S5, two from S7, one from AtS S5 and one post-NFA. Plus something Buffy wrote in some sort of domestic futureverse!
Author’s Notes: Any bloody awfulness is intentional. Because I say so. :P
Warnings: None in particular.
Another poem, this time with a bit more angsty substance.
Spike: Great love is wild and passionate and dangerous. It burns and consumes.
Buffy: Until there’s nothing left. Love like that doesn’t last.
– Seeing Red
It’s my day! Finally!
First a very well-deserved thank you to enigmaticblues for organizing this event. This is my first time posting here and I’m excited to participate. Ye gods, it felt like forever waiting for the opportunity to share some of these pieces. It was incredibly hard (TWSS = That’s what Spike said) as my first reaction is to post them right away. *is feedback whore*
Without further ado, for my opening act I present this little Spuffy poem in the style reminiscent of kindergarteners the world over!
Title: Songs From The Cellar
Summary: Spike has more than a bit of time on his hands there in Buffy’s basement and more poetry in his newly restored soul than poor William ever imagined. Idle minds lead to musings and idle hands can lead to bad poetry.
Setting: S7 Begins between Storyteller and Lies my Parents Told Me
A/N: The conclusions drawn by Spike in this short tale belong solely to him and his tortured soul and are not necessarily shared in whole with the author.
Sonnets are Italian rhyming scheme (ABBA ABBA CDE CDE) a la Barrett-Browning(with far less talent).
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me and are being used for amusement purposes only. All rights remain with Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, the original writers of the episodes, books and other licensed products connected to Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel particularly Twentieth Century Fox, WB, CW, and UPN, all rights reserved. Bits of dialogue from “Potential” by Rebecca Rand Kirsher Continue Reading
Title: A Window On William (the Bloody Awful Poet)
Summary: Poems in varying styles in the voice of souled Spike for seasonal_spuffy spring 2009
A/N: Cinquain poems follow the following rules:
Line 1 – One word (a noun) naming the subject of the verse.
Line 2 – Two words (adjectives) describing the subject.
Line 3 – Three words (verbs) describing the subject’s actions.
Line 4 – Four words giving the writer’s opinion of the subject.
Line 5 – One word (noun) giving another name for the subject.
Tanka is a Japanese poetry type of five lines, the first and third composed of five syllables and the rest of seven. Tanka is the oldest type of poetry in Japan.
Shakespearean sonnet: 14 lines, The usual rhyme scheme is end-rhymed a-b-a-b, c-d-c-d, e-f-e-f, g-g.
Septet, 7 line stanza ABABCCC
One last tip of the hat to this round’s theme. Thank you for reading!
Started with a fake,
ended up with something real.
‘S poetic, that.
Originally posted at http://seasonal-spuffy.livejournal.com/336989.html
Enters crypt, winces.
Unsure what she expected…
not this mangled man.