Fic: Vignette Series

[mollyig]

Anya's Bachelorette Party was definitely memorable for all concerned. Loved Willow getting LWTB, and Hallie and Anya enjoying the kerfuffle.

[Sassette]

**Cicca: This is so true - especially the ABBA part. Glad you're enjoying the disco site ... I found it by typing 'disco inferno' into google. God, I love the internet *G*



**mollyig: Heh ... thank you. Though I dare say it wasn't quite as memorable as Xander's bachelor party. And you know, it took me a bit to realize LWTB was 'Large with the Butch' ... though in this instance, I'm going to think of it as 'Large with the Boogie'.



-Sass

[Kieli]

So I FINALLY got ya updated on my archive site, Sass *whew* That's what I get for being a neglectful webmistress (oohhh doesn't that sound like there was leather involved? ) So, yer all caught up!

Time flies by when the Devil drives.
It's not the pace of life that concerns me, it's the sudden stop at the end.

[Shinnen]

Oh WONDERFUL to have you back and with a punch too! This vignette is awesome. Imagining Willow doing that dance was hilarious. Hope to see more soon! Thanks Sass!

CheerZ

Shinnen



She's the most amazing girl in the whole world. She's the only girl who makes my heart beat faster and slower at the same time. When I'm not with her, I'm not living. I'm not existing until I can hold her in my arms again.

[Sassette]

**Kieli: Honestly, it didn't make me think of leather so much as this: http://www.jinxhackwear.com/scripts/det ... oductID=91 But thank you, that's awesome *G* Y'know, last time I moved computers, I didn't bother moving my Vignette files - I just grabbed them off your site.



And for anyone who isn't familiar with the site, Kieli does a W/T fic archive with largely or wholly Pens fic (it's sad but true - I don't recognize everything on the site anymore, because I'm not on Pens as much as I'd like - so some of this stuff could be from pens, and I just haven't seen it). Now, while I personally feel that the commentary in the Pens threads is part of what makes fic here so much fun, this archive is handy for REreading fic. Gosh knows I've forgotten lots of my own vignettes, so this is an extremely handy place to figure out what I've already written (btw - #18 is my own personal favorite, in case anyone has ever wondered) loverswalk.taoist-life.net/fanfiction.html



**Shinnen: It's wonderful to be back - and I certainly had an amazingly good time imagining Willow doing that dance ... so I hoped the Kittens would, too. I'm so glad I was right (though, I've never had anyone write to me and tell me they hated something ... my ego wants to say that's because everything I write is really damn good, but my paranoia wants to say that's because people here are too nice and polite *G*).



-Sass

[WebWarlock]

Oh Sass you know me.



I'd say if it sucked if I thought it did!



Though I completely detest disco (and everything it stands for!) I really enjoyed this little fic, this ficlet, ficcy, whatever.



It was good!



Warlock

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Web Warlock

Coming Soon to The Other Side, The Netbook of Shadows: A Book of Spells for d20 Witches

"Monkeys? Why is it always monkeys, why can't I be attacked by crazed super-models?" - Ron Stoppable, "Kim Possible"

[Kieli]

*ahem* YEAH! What he said...*G* I totally loved that site, Sass. Caught myself with credit card in hand to order... Sass is to good to me. Really...truly

Time flies by when the Devil drives.
It's not the pace of life that concerns me, it's the sudden stop at the end.

[Sassette]

**WebWarlock: Thanks, Tim - it's good to have people I can count on for brutally honest literary assessment *G* But I just want to point out that to me, disco stands for slightly goofy campy boogie-time that's just a little funny because it's so dated. Disco means never having to say you're sorry - how can you be against this? *G* But, I am very glad you enjoyed the fic - and it's good to hear that people can enjoy this fic even when they're disco-haters



**Kieli: Too good to you? Absolutely not! Do you have any idea how much >time< your site saves me? Sometimes rereading what I've already written in this series helps me out, and sometimes when I'm doing that, I just don't have time to scroll through everyone's comments (though I must admit, I do occasionally >just< go through people's comments again ... it can certainly turn a bad day into a good one *G*). But your comment made me think of that shirt, and I have to say that shirt cracks me up. I also enjoyed the one that says 'Talk Nerdy To Me'. I believe (because, y'know, everything relates back to W/T ) Tara needs this shirt ... though I can't quite figure out how she'd find it.



-Sass

[TemperedCynic]

Sass, you have been missed on Pens, as so many others can attest. I thought Xander's bechelor party could not be topped. After all, Tara gets drunk and wins a wet T-shirt contest - how good is that? So I start to read the new update. Anya has a bachelorette party on disco night at the Bronze - hmm, this can either be brilliant or cringe-worthy (I was there when disco arrived the first time). No beer, just "tea". I felt for Willow not wanting to dance. Then the Copacabana tribute - damn, that was brilliant moving the action along to the song lyrics. And poor Willow, having to fend off "bucket-boy" and Cyndi Green in less than 5 minutes. So Ira Rosenberg knew the whole dance routine to "Staying Alive", eh? And taught his only daughter the whole routine. Nerds revenge, indeed. You've made my day, Sass.

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More than any other time in history, mankind faces a crossroads. One path leads to despair and utter hopelessness. The other, to total extinction. Let us pray we have the wisdom to choose correctly. Woody Allen (1935 - )

[Kieli]

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But your comment made me think of that shirt, and I have to say that shirt cracks me up. I also enjoyed the one that says 'Talk Nerdy To Me'. I believe (because, y'know, everything relates back to W/T ) Tara needs this shirt ... though I can't quite figure out how she'd find it.

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How she'd find it? Why by accidentally hitting upon it while using Willow's laptop while hers is in the shop, of course! *VBG* Sounds like its worth a short story or so....Tara borrows Willow's laptop while she's off at class, she's doing a little surfing and sees this funky link, gets curious and it's Geek Time, baby!

Time flies by when the Devil drives.
It's not the pace of life that concerns me, it's the sudden stop at the end.

[Sassette]

**TemperedCynic: And I've missed Pens, too. And I wouldn't say I've topped Xander's bachelor party - because not only did Tara win a wet t-shirt contest, but Buffy said 'boobies' *G* Though, as you say, this one had a whole 'Copacabana' montage kind of thing - and God knows, I love 'Copacabana'. I was really happy with how that turned out. As for 'poor Willow' ... I think she secretly enjoys telling people off for hitting on Tara - though she does >not< enjoy people hitting on Tara in the first place. So it evens out as long as Willow gets to be all large with the butch *g* Anyway - thank you, I'm really glad to hear you liked it, and that it was not, in fact, cringe-worthy *G*



**Kieli: You certainly have a point - but Tara with a laptop? I don't see it. I certainly don't think she's a freaky computer hater like Giles, but I don't see her owning a laptop. Though, I suppose I could come up with some >other< reason for her to use Willow's ... hmmmm ....



-Sass

[Kieli]

Hmmm...indeed, I just kind of threw that thought out there on the fly. I figured maybe Sunnydale U is like some of the universities here inVA where a laptop is a requirement (some schools even give them out when freshmen first come in and add the cost to their tuition). Though I'm sure you could come up with a cool vignette that is MUCH cooler than that

Time flies by when the Devil drives.
It's not the pace of life that concerns me, it's the sudden stop at the end.

[schrodinger cat]

I've just finished reading all of these vignettes, and I’d like to reiterate my amazement at how well you are at getting into all of the characters heads. Your willowbabble is always spot on, shy Tara comes off perfectly and the scoobys are always the supportive family. I could give you my comments on all of the vignettes separately but as I wont as they'd be too long and take your voluble time away from fic writing. Every one is wonderful and I don’t think I have a favourite. They deal with so many different topics and are all beautiful in different ways so it's hard to decide. You’ve managed to keep me on the edge of my seat, made my cheeks hurt from smiling, made me laugh out loud at the computer screen (waking my poor sis at 3am... oops)... I seem to relate to every story on some level (is that a bad thing). Most of all you've made my heart sing with the love you manage to portray in these small visions of W/Ts life together.



*Jo realises in fear that the person beside her has finished and is now taking their seat. She stands up slowly (almost knocking over her chair) grinning in embarrassment, at the ring of faces turned her way. Shuffling from foot to foot, awkwardly looking on her pocket less skirt for somewhere to put her hands, and blushing bright red she clears her throat and finally manages to form some coherent thoughts. The words might not be original but they fit the occasion ‘my name’s Jo and I’m a sassaholic’*



Sorry I just couldn’t help myself… I really liked the fanfic addiction vignette. I kept telling myself on the way to work this week ‘no more until you get home – you can cope for 8hrs’ inevitably by lunch time I’ve read another. I’m so sad that I’ve reached the end.



I'll just add my comments on #39

This fic bought back such happy memories:

Quote:

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“No beer,” Willow, Buffy and Tara managed to say in unison.

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lol

I must be getting used to your style of writing (or have a similar thought pattern.... no that's too scary an idea) 'cause I realised as soon as you mentioned willows fear of dancing to disco that she was bloody good at it and would end up dancing to staying alive (it just had to be that one... it's the classic disco dance) while the centre of attention (you couldn’t let it just be Tara that gets embarrassed in public.... that just wouldn’t be fair). Though I guessed that she knew the dance due to a secret love of Saturday night fever not that ira knew it.



The way that you manage to show how W/T can get completely lost in each other, oblivious to everyone around them, is .... just wow. It really makes you see the love, them both being so scared of crowds, and yet for each other they make themselves the focus of a group of strangers, without even noticing...



To generalise my reaction to the rest of these stories: awwwww

I’m glad you've got a list of ideas (I have a few I might e-mail you)... I just don’t want these to stop.

Jo



Elves are wonderfull. They provoke wonder.

Elves are marvellous. They cause marvels.

Elves are fantastic. They create fantasies.

Elves are glamorous. They project glamour.

Elves are enchanting. They weave enchantment.

Elves are terrific. They beget terror.

The thing about words is that meanings can twist just like a snake, and if you want to find snakes just look behind words that have changed their meaning.

No-one ever said elves are nice.

Elves are bad

Terry Pratchett - Lords and Ladies

[Mix]

Sass that was fantastic. I could totally picture Willow getting all posessive and ending up challenging Cyndi to a dance off.

To be honest though I wasn't really surprised that she knew all the moves to Saturday Night Fever, however I was surprised at just how vivid the image in my mind was



Wonderful writing, I look forward to more

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Proud member of the Nancy Tribe!

[Sassette]

**Kieli: There are schools where a laptop is a requirement? And here I thought it was a little outrageous when I took a math class in high school that required a graphing calculator. Okay, I can see handing them out to Freshmen and adding the cost to tuition - that doesn't seem quite as wrong to me ... but let's just sit for a moment and imagine an auditorium-style classroom where the professor has to listen to the clickety-clack of hundreds of students taking notes on a laptop. And if they're not taking notes on the laptop, what the heck are they required for? Typing up papers? What happened to computer labs? I'd end up with one of those internet anywhere cards on mine, and I'd goof off. I know this, because I ended up programming a text adventure game on my graphing calculator in that math class. Probably why I got a 'D'. And that ended up way more ranty than I expected *G* Sorry.



**schrodinger cat: Gosh, thank you (I will also be replying to your reply in the Lingering Darkness thread, but not until I have an update ... I didn't want to post there having told people an update was forthcoming without actually putting up the update *G*). I applaud your fortitude in reading this entire series - there's quite a lot to get through (though, this series isn't nearly as bad as AD for losing all feeling in your legs if you're not careful to read in chunks). I'm actually glad you don't have a favorite - I, personally, DO have a favorite, but the point of the series is to explore as many what-if's and aspects of the W/T relationship as possible, so if one stood out way more than the others, I'm not doing this right *G*



And hey - 8 hours is a freaking long time sometimes *G* Gosh, back in the day (heh ... I sound old *G*), I'd be checking this board every hour or two hours if it was particularly busy.



Heh ... nice catch *G* Willow's disco-fear >required< that she be good at it ... I wasn't able to work it in, but she flails around like that when dancing to non-disco to avoid busting out with the smooth disco moves ... and her disco-fear stems from a long-ago incident when she was just a tiny tyke before kids break into the 'cool' group and the 'not cool' group in kindergarten ... she and Cordelia were friends until the unfortunate disco incident after which Cordelia declared disco was dead, and Willow was a nerd. So, if you didn't already know that, don't worry about the similar thought pattern thing (though it is impressive you called as much as you did - or I'm getting more obvious)



And that, more than anything, is the point of the Vignettes series ... W/T are the center of the universe here, and everyone and everything else is as periphery to the vignettes as they/it are to W/T. And definitely email ideas ... I still have a list of them I'm working through (I don't like to do a whole bunch of suggested vignettes in a row, because it makes me feel like I'm losing my touch ), but I'll definitely get to them.



**Mix: Thanks! I could defeinitely picture it, too - and it cracked me up. That 'Copacabana' segment was the originating idea for this one, and as it had disco, and someone who is not Willow hitting on Tara, it just >had< to end with a dance-off. I wasn't really surprised Willow knew all the moves from Saturday Night Fever either, but then again, I wrote it And yeah, it's bizarrely easy to see Willow doing this, isn't it?



-Sass

[Sassette]

Series: Vignettes
Number: 40
Title: Gratuitous Truant Us
Author: Sassette
Feedback: Can be sent to pink_overalls@yahoo.com
Spoiler Warning: Set Season 5. Spoilers up to and including ‘Family’
Summary: Tara’s power over Willow is truly an awesome thing to behold
Disclaimer: I didn't create these characters. I’m just borrowing them, because it’s lots and lots of fun.
Rating: PG-13+

Gratuitous Truant Us
Part 40 of the Vignettes Series
By Sassette

Tara rolled onto her side with a little squeaking noise, her eyes cracking open as she peered blearily at the clock. Five AM, and she could hear Willow moving about the room, and Tara let out a little huff of air, because a groan would’ve taken up too much energy.

She had no idea how Willow did it. They had been up half the night - again - with Scoobyage, due to their new Big Bad Thing, and here was Willow up before dawn – again – so she could keep up with her studies.

No, not keep up with her studies. Tara managed to keep up with her studies, and made good solid grades that boded well for graduate school if she wanted to go: Willow didn’t keep up, she set the pace so that other students, and sometimes professors, had to keep up with her. It was clear, even to Willow, that she could do less and still lead her classes, but she wasn’t content with that. It wasn’t remotely a competitive thing, unless you counted Willow competing with herself, but rather an innate sense of completeness and follow-through that would’ve been disturbing if it weren’t so endearing. She didn’t want to just learn, she wanted to >know<, and that meant not taking facts at face value. Tara had learned that Willow rarely took a piece of information as given, unless it was glaringly obvious on the “a = a” level; instead, she cross-checked and verified, or experimented before accepting the fact and moving on from there.

Tara blinked her eyes twice, then rolled over onto her back, seeing Willow sitting in a chair, a book open on her lap and a pensive expression on her face, a single light on next to her. If she were a gambling kind of woman, she’d bet good money that the book Willow was reading was not a required text, but something she had found in the UC Sunnydale library to “supplement the curriculum”. A soft smile curled her lips and she pushed herself upright, leaning against the headboard and just watching this woman with a brain like a sponge who, for some reason, was completely and totally in love with her.

Her smile grew completely against her will at the thought, a warm tingling feeling filling her up with goodwill and happiness that was so completely overwhelming she had to hug herself to keep it all in. She couldn’t help it: she wanted to laugh and cry and skip around like a lunatic, because nothing in the world had ever felt as good as loving and being loved by Willow. Add to that the relief – no, relief wasn’t a strong enough word, but it was 5 AM and she couldn’t come up with anything better – at her birthday passing, and the knowledge that she was not a demon, and it was surprising she didn’t just burst out into song like one of those old movie musicals from the 30’s and 40’s.

“Good morning,” Willow whispered, even as she wondered why she was whispering. Probably because the sun wasn’t up yet, and it seemed the thing to do. “Did I wake you?”

Tara shook her head, smiling. “Well, maybe,” she hedged, shrugging her shoulders. “But I’m glad to be awake,” she want on hurriedly, seeing the guilty look on Willow’s face. Willow had asked once if getting up early and studying in the room was okay, and Tara said it was fine. But Willow had asked again, twice, each time reassured that it didn’t bother Tara at all, until Willow had sheepishly explained that she liked being able to look up and watch Tara sleeping, and so she felt kind of selfish about the whole thing.

“You’ve got an English class and trig today?” Willow asked, even though she knew the answer. She had managed to memorize Tara’s schedule after reading it just once, mentally cross-checking it with her own in order to determine what times on what days she could look forward to meeting up with Tara during the day.

“Mm-Hm,” Tara agreed, nodding and stretching as she got out of bed. “And you’ve got statistics and chem?”

“Yeah,” Willow said, nodding, her brain derailing at the sight of the sleep-rumpled sexiness that was Tara first thing in the morning. She was pretty sure, in some still-functioning corner of her mind, that she would have nodded and said ‘yeah’ if Tara had said ‘you want to maybe hit yourself in the head with a hammer? Please? For me?’. Sometimes, when faced with the sheer wonder that was Tara, all Willow could manage to do was nod and say ‘yeah’. She closed her eyes for a moment, attempting to wrap her brain around the conversation. “I’m just going over some material for chem now,” she said, holding up the book to illustrate. Tara smiled as she walked towards Willow, noting that the book, indeed, was not one Willow had actually been assigned for the class.

Taking a deep breath, Tara tugged the book out of Willow’s hands, a little surprised when the gesture was met with no resistance. Usually, getting a book away from Willow required threats, bribes, or some kind of tussle. These techniques were only sometimes successful.

Tara slipped onto Willow’s now book-free lap, curling up and wrapping her arms around Willow’s neck. “Good morning,” she said unnecessarily, nuzzling Willow’s hair and breathing deep, smiling as Willow’s arms wrapped around her and hugged her tight.

“Great morning,” Willow said, getting her own nuzzling in, with the addition of a light kiss where Tara’s neck met her shoulder, her hands lightly stroking Tara’s back. “Snuggles way better than chem.”

“Yeah?” Tara asked, smiling into Willow’s hair as an idea she’d been kicking around for a while in the back of her mind rushed to the front. “I’m better than chemistry?”

“Oh, yeah,” Willow said, smiling blissfully, peppering Tara’s neck with playful kisses. “’Cuz not only are you way cuter than Professor Williams, we have our own special chemistry. It’s like a private experiment, with a Tara element and a Willow element, and an attraction that gets stronger with proximity and an exchange of electrons … “ Willow said, trailing off as her brain caught up to what she was saying, and just how not sexy and totally dorky it was.

“I love it when you talk nerdy to me,” Tara breathed into her ear, licking lightly at the lobe as she smiled.

“Uhh,” Willow said, wondering just how she had managed to find someone who actually found the embarrassingly uncool things her brain came up with sexy. “God,” she said, giving up on anything coherent in favor of capturing Tara’s lips with her own, kissing her like she meant it. Because she did. After a long moment of simple soft contact, in which Willow felt like her heart had expanded in her chest to ten times its normal size, because that’s the only way it could contain all the love she had for Tara, she pulled back slowly and looked into Tara’s eyes. “In the quadratic polynomial that is life, you’re my binomial formula. You make everything make sense,” she whispered, reaching up a hand and brushing her fingertips against Tara’s cheek reverently. “You complete the square.”

Tara’s eyes misted over, and she smiled tremulously, resting her forehead against Willow’s and taking a shaky breath. “You say the sweetest things to me,” she said, cupping Willow’s face in her hands and kissing her gently in a brief, tender kiss. “I even got that one,” she said, kissing Willow again.

Willow sighed against Tara’s mouth, their lips playing against each other slowly, parting softly in perfect unison and understanding, their tongues brushing together. There were, Willow knew, universal laws of attraction, and that these things could be explained scientifically. Taking things at face value meant taking them on faith, and Willow wasn’t the kind of person to do that. She needed evidence – proof – and a reason before she really believed.

But not this. This required no experimentation, because it was as self-evident as “a=a”. Willow loved Tara. Tara loved Willow. Willow wanted Tara. Tara wanted Willow. These things she could take on faith, because they were undeniably, irrevocably true, and there wasn’t a single part of her that didn’t believe.

“Willow,” Tara said, pulling back lightly and breathing the name against Willow’s lips. “Skip class. Stay here,” she said, her voice rough with want as she stood on shaky legs and held out her hand.

“Yes,” Willow said, placing her hand in Tara’s, her heart skipping a beat at the warm tingles that simple contact sent shooting up her arm. “My two hydrogens are totally bonded to your oxygen,” she said breathlessly as Tara led her to the bed, their arms wrapping around each other as they tumbled down.

“Water?”

“Mm-Hm. We’re both gonna’ get wet.”

“Way ahead of you.”

“See? Chemistry.”

[shuyaku]

YAY!! First I would like to thank the Big Woo (wiccachica) for ushering (through guilt, of course) your return. I say let the guilting begin - we are not above it as you know. Especially when gets the fabulous fan-fic writers back to their posts



This latest addition was great. Chemistry? Yeah, Baby!



-shuyaku

Oh God, Willow—you’re giving me the gift of Karen Carpenter. Just when I think I grasp the full extent of your love." - Tara

"Why do birds suddenly appear? It’s because, you are queer…" - Willow (Gods Served and Abandoned by AntigoneUnbound)

[sam darls]

Sass..that was so great..and so cute . Love sam xx

"Sometimes things happen between people that you don't really expect. And sometimes the things that are important are the ones that seem the weirdest or the most wrong. And those are the ones that change your life." - Jessie Sammler (Evan Rachel Wood)

[wimpy0729]

Oh Sass! YAY! Another vignette treasure!



Tara loving it when Willow talks "nerdy" to her -- LOL



But it's soo cool that they do have that amazing chemistry we all know and love. You show that so incredibly well.



Can't wait for the next installment!



Wimpy

[pipsberg]

Oh god I loved this update Sassette! It's been far to long and I missed your work. I especially love the way you worked in the chemistry to Willow's spicy talk. I adore this part!! More please...

-pipsberg



"We live our lives, do whatever we do, and then we sleep - it's as simple and ordinary as that."

Michael Cunningham, The Hours

[Puff]

Not wanting to sound redundant I tried to think of something to say other than great to have you back, what a wonderful update and *sigh* I love the chemistry between them...but I couldn't Thank you for the new vignette I'm probably going to smile for the rest of the day now.

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It's a moo point. It's like a cow's opinion. It's moo.
Words of wisdom from 'Friends'

[Sassette]

**shuyaku: I don't know about "ushering" my return. More of a good hearty push, really, as I was pointed in this general direction, but just sort of standing there. But let this be an object lesson - I am highly susceptible to guilt. And flattery. And bribes. And flirting. These things are like literary cesium, and my brain is like water. So thank you - flattery gets you a violent chemical reaction, and I'm happy to have been back at my post *G*



**sam darls: Why, thank you sam - I'm happy you liked it. I don't know about great (it was a little short for great, I think - then again, Napoleon was short ... something to ponder ...) I thought it was rather cute myself, though admittedly, not at all what I intended when I sat down and started writing. Funny how often that happens.



**wimpy0729: Thanks! I'm glad you liked it. And of >course< Tara loves it when Willow talks nerdy to her ... God knows I do. As for showing the chemistry well *shrugs* ... I just write it like I see it. As for the next installment, sorry to say it likely will be a wait (my track record on posting regularly just isn't so good), but I'll see what I can do to hurry it along.



**pipsberg: Thank you - I'm both flattered and sorry you've missed my stuff ... I've missed writing it. As for the chemistry bit - these things tend to just happen when I start writing. Totally unplanned. More when I can manage, and I'll try to make it sooner rather than later.



**Puff: No worries - redundancy is not a problem. When you think about it, I've written 40 vignettes where the underlying idea is "Willow and Tara love each other forever and get it on as often as possible". And I have yet to see anyone say that's a bad thing, so let's hear it for redundancy, eh? But thank you - I'm not posting here nearly as often as I like, but it's always a comfy warm fuzzy feeling when I do, and that's because of you and the rest of the kittens - I really appreciate every post. Glad you liked the update, and you're welcome. *G*



-Sass

[WebWarlock]

Damn I love this thread.



It is nice to see you still writting Sass. I am still looking forward to picking up books from you in the future and telling my kids "hey, I used to read her stuff for free!"



Warlock

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Web Warlock

Coming Soon to The Other Side, The Netbook of Shadows: A Book of Spells for d20 Witches

"D&D doesn't teach children that monsters exist. Children already know that monsters are real.

D&D teaches them that monsters can be defeated."
- Unknown

[The Rose24]

Lovely vignette. Yet another story that shows W/T's magnificent connection.

Tara: My heart doesn't stutter.


Tara: Willow, I got so lost.

Willow: I found you. I will always find you.

[Sassette]

**WebWarlock: Thanks, Tim. This thread loves you, too. And I'm pretty darn sure I'll never stop writing altogether - it's when I have the time that's an issue. Heh ... I find that to be an extremely happy scenario, and I'll see what I can do about making that happen, 'k? *G*



**The Rose24: Thank you. They are rather magnificent, aren't they? I just don't have words to describe how I love them, and what a joy it is to write about them. Makes me all tingly inside.



-Sass

[nika]

Sass You're amazing! That's gotta be one of the wittiest things I've ever read here on pens. I bow to your table of periodic elements or whatever...

[Rane018]

sigh... another perfect vingette, sass! Hope you feel better. *hugs*

"Take care of my heart, won't you please? Take care of it because it's all that I have. And if you let me, I'll take care of your heart too." Pure sweetness in the look between Willow and Tara. (shooting script)

[mollyig]

I love the image of Tara surreptitiously watching Willow while she read, and Willow gazing at the sleeping Tara while she studied. Willow is so cute - it's not enough to just get by with good grades, she has to excel. It was so funny when she was "talking nerdy"! Bless her lovely mad head!

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Sheacht mh'anam déag do bhéal, do mhalaí's do ghrua

[Sassette]

**nika: Why, thank you - I don't know about the wittiest, but I'm happy with how it turned out. As for bowing to my periodic table of elements, that's going to have me gigging madly all day *G*



**Rane018: Gosh, thanks - I'm really glad you liked it. I will attempt to feel better, because you said so *G*



**mollyig: Heh ... yeah. If you were dating either Willow or Tara wouldn't you spend in inordinate amount of time just >looking< at her and feeling happy? *G* And, ahhh ... Willow's head. I have to admit (because I am not, sad to say, some kind of crazy math and science genius), I had to look up some of that nerdy talk on the internet. Couldn't remember what things were called *G*



-Sass

[wiccachica]

(stomping around with chest puffed waving banner and chanting)



Sa-ssy! Sa-ssy! Sa-ssy!



Twilight of my day. Holiday in my work week. Pertinent monetary disclaimer of my contract...I cannot speak the words to express my joy at seeing you writing again...



Okay...as a geek I have to ask...Is it really that wrong for me to be totally enthralled with the "nerdy talk" in this vignette? Please advise.



(ahem)





The Woo has decreed a day in your honor. One thousand trolls have been enlisted to scribble poetry dedicated to you for thirty seven days.



Here is a Trollish Faiku from Howart Furryfeet:



Vignette



Such Power in

your words, Sassette as

Inspires the Moon

To conquer the Sun...

To defy order

To relay the Truth

and the Beauty

Of a well-turned phrase.



hf

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