Vidder: Aurora (effulgent_girl)
Song Title/Artist: Effigy by Natalie Merchant
Rating: PG, maybe PG-13
Format: Zipped wmv & streamed
Notes: My second contribution to seasonal_spuffy. It's been a long while since I made a music video, much less a Spuffy one. I hope it doesn't show too much. I set out trying to find the similarities between Buffy and Spike and what it took to get them together through the years. According to the dictionary, effigy means a representation of a person. But what we've seen shows that Buffy and Spike are so alike, no matter what they may think in the beginning. He's a vampire and she's the slayer meant to kill him. But it doesn't happen like that. They're similarities, and ultimately, their feelings for each other bring them together in ways we never saw coming. They're two sides of the same coin; both a representation of each other. They're both strong on their own, but together they're a force to be reckoned with. And that's how I wanted to show it in the video. I hope my message came through clear. I had the ending in my head from the very beginning and it was fun getting there in the process of making this vid.
Warnings: No spoilers
Notes: This was created for Seasonal Spuffy's Fall '09 Round. It's a bit of a play on words; the fact that Buffy and Spike have a lot of key scenes on stairs and porch steps, as well as their ever evolving relationship from enemies to lovers and the steps they took to get there.
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Pairing: Spike & Dawn friendship
Summary: Some things you just can't hide.
Word Count: 896
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Summary: "I need to be here. With you."
Word Count: 1,930
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Title: Just Dancing
Author: clawofcat & only_passenger
Timing: S7 during “Empty Places”
Summary: When the Potentials need to blow off steam, Faith takes the girls out to the Bronze. A dance with Dawn gets her more than she bargained for.
A/N: For snowpuppies, who asked for a Faith/Dawn drabble. About a year and a half ago, only_passenger and I were messing around and decided to co-write, as an exercise, a series of related vignettes featuring Faith. This scene was one of those vignettes.
(She’s gotta say she’s impressed. The girl’s got moves. Sipping on her beer from across the room, Faith finds she can’t take her eyes off of Dawn grinding against Willow’s new prep-school, Richie Rich reject.)
Timing: Late S7
Pairing: Spike & Anya
A/N: Written for fangfaceandrea, who asked for a Spike & Anya friendship drabble.
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Summary: Buffy wishes she could want anyone else but him.
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Author: Lirazel (penny_lane_42 )
Characters/Pairings: Buffy, Buffy/Spike
Time: Season 6, post-"Gone," pre-"As You Were"
Warning: Gratuitous use of Keats's "Ode to a Nightingale." He would hate me for the way I've cannibalized his poem. Also, a reference or two to Byron. Clearly, no one should let me anywhere near the Romantic poets.
Summary: "There's nothing tender about the night." Buffy is not the slightest bit in love with easeful death.
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