So I've broken down and finally started a recs page.

It was never necessary until now; if I found something I liked, I archived it on F&F.  Between my own fic, running my sites, and that nasty little intrusion known as real life, I don't have time to indulge my fanfic habit as much as I'd like to, so I mainly stuck to Spikefic.  Lately, however, I've attempted to expand my horizons a little bit... and here's what I've found- things that I can't archive... but I wish I could.  :o) 

08/27/01

I could kick myself for not having discovered Jennifer Oksana earlier.  Fortunately, a few gems that recently made their way into my inbox caught my attention.  The first one was Merciful.  Here's the thing- I don't read Cordyfic.  And unless he's actively shagging Spike or Wes, or I'm betaing Donna, I usually don't read Angelfic.  But... damn.  This is dark as pitch and cold as ice and you should go read it.  Like, now. And while you're at it, check out All Things Cold- a horrifying little glimpse into where next season might lead.  And then there's Lacerated Sky- you know, I don't think I'm ever gonna write Fredfic.  Crazy people are just a bitch to write, and Dru is almost more than I can handle as it is.  Add to that the fact that we've only seen Fred a handful of times?  Sheesh.  Consequently, anyone that writes good Fredvoice impresses the fuck out of me.  Another excellent example of Fredfic, while I'm on the subject, is Scynneh's Just Fine on the Ice- a dark, scary glance into Fred's fucked-up little head.

Oooo, check out this one- Requiem by Lori.  How do you think the Scooby Gang reacted to Buffy's death?  With roses on her grave and at-least-she's-in-a-better-place-now sentimentality?  Somehow I doubt Joss would treat us that way.  Here we have perfect Xander- angry, frustrated, a la putting-his-fist-through-the-wall-in-"The Body" Xander.  This is great stuff- and I'm not heard to say that about Xanderfic often.  ;o)  But enough of the hyper-dark... Dances with Groos by Dolores Labouchere is one of the funniest fucking things I have ever read.  And then there's Tripod by Dolores and Kate Bolin, another one of the funniest fucking things I have ever read. 

And finally, some Wesleyrific goodness.  Criss Moody makes me melt into a little puddle on the floor, and Spun Glass is an Angel-and-Wesley-filled treat.  Go, drool, worship.  For those who prefer Wes to shag men with bald heads and wicked sharp axes, you can't do better than Love- Te's Wes/Gunn is a force of loveliness.   Also check out her searingly hot A Question of Style, written with Jane St. Clair.  Yummmm.  Gahhhh. 

That is all.