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[lirazel]

Stolen from dollsome:

If you were asked to pick one scene, one shot, one detail, one moment of some kind out of all the things I've written and say "This, this, for whatever reason, I remember, this is something that struck home with me, that I wanted to keep," what would it be?

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[gryfndor-godess.livejournal.com]

My favorite fic of yours that always comes to mind is "Prism," because one of my biggest Spuffy kinks is reading Spuffy from others' POV, and you capture the personalities of such often reviled characters so vividly. In terms of actual details, I think it's a toss-up between Buffy and Spike's conversation about him never having bitten her (such a tense moment that requires them to be honest and actually *talk*, rather than just let their looks/touches speak for them) and the end with Faith. I adore her conversation with Buffy, and the bittersweetness of the last few lines is just...gah. Emotionally draining and poignant and perfect. I love when fics don't pull the hard punches, and much as I don't like to see Buffy in pain, at that point in time her sadness/pain/regret is completely realistic and necessary. I appreciate her recognition that Faith was right and that she left things unsaid until it was too late.

[blackfrancine.livejournal.com]

Okay. I have 2, both from Ars Poetica.

The first is the scene where Buffy finds the Dorothy Parker poem and laughs and cries and is angry all at once. I just think that's perfect. Everything about that is perfect. That DParker's morbid humor is so in sync with Buffy's, and that's exactly the type of thing Dawn would've left for Buffy--it's sort of insensitive--but still so strangely thoughtful of her. And then there's just the fact that DParker is awesome.

The second is the scene where she finds the Edna St. Vincent Millay poem. Perfect poem for that moment. And I just love this as the moment where her damn breaks--where all of that suppressed emotion bubbles up.

[silverusagi]

A line about the first thing Spike doing when he enters a room is locating Buffy, no matter what else he's doing.

[maddie2927.livejournal.com]

Love doesn't mean never having to say you're sorry, it means asking for forgiveness over and over and giving it again and again.

They aren't the exact words you wrote, but this is just basically... everything. I mean I've told you more than once that I lovelovelove III, but I never thought I'd reveal to you the true extent of my creepy. If there was a list of things called "words madolyn lives by" this would be on it. towards the top. and you're probably like, "hey that's weird I was just doing my whole writing thing" but when I read that, it just really meant something to me. It's like I read it and all I could think was, this is the truth. hold on to it.

So thank you for writing that.

[snickfic]

You want me to choose one? You silly, silly girl.

Let's go with the scene(s) in your fic that most recently just randomly occurred to me, which is the bit of Prism with Chao-Ahn. To me, the Spuffy in those scenes take a backseat to Chao-Ahn's incredible loneliness and isolation and Spike's radically changed relationship to Slayers, even Slayers that aren't Buffy. Her talking about all the things on her heart, and him listening even though he has no idea what she's saying; her working out from her dictionary what he said to her; what he said to her, and all the regret and change reflected in him saying them; the feeding of my always-hungry kink for unexpected moments of grace.

Like I say, I was just randomly thinking about this yesterday - in connection to S7, but I don't remember why. Bits from your fics just pop into my head sometimes, as yummy writing is prone to do. :)

[laeria.livejournal.com]

Buffy doing cartwheels in the Coliseum, because it's basically Checkpoint condensed in a single image. (The not-quite-rebellion of Buffy Summers, Chosen to fight and look pretty doing it.)

[quinara]

The image I always remember of yours is when Buffy, Giles and Dawn house-hunting and Buffy wanders through the house they choose, opening the back door to the porch and the garden and wordlessly sitting down on the steps. Because it's awesome!

[unbridled-b.livejournal.com]

I hope you don't mind if I pick from a fandom other than BtVS. I love your BtVS fics, but of all your work I think my favorite is Lovelornity. This might be because of my lifelong obsession with Little Women, but honestly I think it has more to do with the way you wrote the fic, with the narrative striking through Laurie's real feelings and replacing them with the emotions he so desperately wanted to feel. I've never seen that done in a fanfiction before, and it was very affecting. My favorite line was this: "He yearns shudders to imagine what their children would be like, their home warm messy and alive never quiet." I think that sums up the situation beautifully, and it's so sad. I could easily see him feeling this way in the canon of the book.

[angearia.livejournal.com]

Okay, where do I even begin?

+ Of Ill-Advised Imprints and Rather Fetching Ewok Queens

I love how you used Victor in this fic. It was so perfect and wonderful and your Topher characterization was amazing. Also, the fact that you could use your Star Wars knowledge really made this story feel real. Your geek card has clearly been stamped.

+ Composition

I love the image of the bird, we talked about this idea how in Priya's dreams her soul flies free. But that imagery you put into it is so beautiful. And that small snippet about Echo bringing Priya watercolors.

+ Ars Poetica

For some reason, the Season 4 one is sticking with me strongly today! I think it's 'cause I'm in a silly mood. What I loved most was how you captured Buffy's teasing of Giles, in particular:

“You’re leaving me alone with him?”

“Giles, you’re a big bad Watcher with a crossbow. Besides, he’s being all obsessed with Shakespeare. Isn’t that what English people do? So you can do it together. Now, I’ve had a very long day, what with the cooking and the moral crises and the making bears and such, so am going home and going. To. Bed. Good night.”

+ Ministers of Grace

It's odd but what I remember most about this fic (and what I love) is how I think of the lace and Drusilla's fragile mind and fragile life. I remember talking about this with you and how you hadn't really intended that, but I think symbolically maybe it worked out that way? And I love it.

There's a start! ♥

[ever-neutral.livejournal.com]

Because I have been stalking you on Checkmated:

She still loves the laughing schoolboy with the hand-me-down robes and the mischievous grin; she will always love that boy. But she isn’t the girl she once was; she is a woman now, tested and true, and it is the man lying beside her that she is in love with—his scars, his darker eyes, his nightmares, the rasp in his voice, the gentleness in his touch, his fears, his regrets, his hopes, his love.

She’s never loved him more than at this moment.

WHAT THIS OTP DOES TO ME.