Yo there. 'Bout frigging time I changed my bio.
Struggling to finish the gargantuan story project also known as The Curse Of Love, and I've got Haldir and Drusilla on the brain for endless nights. I'm sorry for being such a liar, dear readers, for promising consistent posts of said story when I can't. Argh. I'll give you all a good one next time, I promise! Still wondering if it should be a Legolas or Haldir fic. Ah, heck.

Currently working on: "Yukijurou". It's shifted to the Peacemaker Kurogane area, so go check it out!

Favourite Characters:

Angel-- "Angel"
Spike-- "Angel"
Illyria--"Angel"
Willow-- "BtVS"
Faith-- "BtVS"
Xander-- "BtVS"
Saito Hajime-- "Peacemaker Kurogane", "Rurouni Kenshin"
Okita Souji-- "Peacemaker Kurogane", "Rurouni Kenshin"
Hijikata Toshizou-- "Peacemaker Kurogane", "Rurouni Kenshin"

Favourite quotes:

Buffy: What part of punching you in the face did you not understand?

Faith: A Slayer's life is very simple. Want, take, have.

Giles: I'm not supposed to have a private life?
Buffy: No. Because you're very, very old and it's gross.

Spike: RANDY Giles? You might as well of named me Horny Giles. I knew there was a reason I hated you.

Buffy: Remember: The ritual starts, we all die; and I'll kill anyone who comes near Dawn.
[turns and leaves the room]
Spike: Well, not exactly the St. Crispin's Day speech, was it?
Giles: [picking up remaining weapons] We few, we happy few...
Spike: ...we band of buggered.

Glory: You're lying to me.
Spike: Yeah... but it was fun. And guess what, bitch. I'm not telling you jack. You're never gonna get your sodding key, 'cause you might be strong, but in our world, you're an idiot.
Glory: I'm a god.
Spike: The god of what, bad home perms?
Glory: Shut up! I command you to shut up!
Spike: Yeah, okay, sorry, but I just had no idea that gods were such prancing lightweights. Mark my words, the Slayer is going to kick your skanky, lopsided ass back to whatever place would take a cheap, whorish, fashion victim, ex-god like you.

Spike: We like to talk big. Vampires do. 'I'm going to destroy the world.' That's just tough guy talk. Strutting around with your friends over a pint of blood. The truth is, I like this world. You've got... dog racing, Manchester United. And you've got people. Billions of people walking around like Happy Meals with legs. It's all right here. But then someone comes along with a vision. With a real... passion for destruction. Angel could pull it off. Goodbye, Piccadilly. Farewell, Leicester Bloody Square. You know what I'm saying?

Buffy: Spike, what are you doing here? Five words or less.
Spike: [Counting each word on his fingers] Out. For. A. Walk... Bitch.

Giles: Dear god, Buffy, there's only so much I can take. We're going to have to change the system. A fourteen-year-old's too old to be babysat, and it's not fair on her.
Buffy: What'd she make you do?
Giles: Um, well, we listened to aggressively cheerful music sung by people chosen for their ability to dance. Then we ate cookie dough, and talked about boys.
Buffy: [laughing] I'm sorry. I'm very, very sorry, but if it makes you feel any better, my "fun time Buffy party night" involved watching a robot throw Spike through a window, so if you wanna trade... no... wait... I wouldn't give that memory up for anything.

Xander: It's all my fault.
Giles: What makes you say that?
Xander: Statistical probability.

Buffy: I'm suffering the afterness of a bad night of badness.

Anya: Oooh, look at him! I'm thinking imagining having sex with him again.
Buffy: Imaginary Xander is quite the machine.

Illyria to Gunn: Try not to die. You're not unpleasant to my eyes.

Angel: One of you is going to betray me tonight.
Spike: Oh! Oh! Can I deny you three times?

Buffy: "That's all Cryptic Guy said: Fork Guy."
Giles: "I think there are too many guys in your life."

Angel: You know, I started it. The whole... having a soul thing. Before it was all the 'cool new thing'.
Buffy: Oh my god, are you twelve?
Angel: I'm getting the brush off for Captain Peroxide. It doesn't necessarily bring out the champion in me.

Xander: You have white knees! Very white knees!

Anya: How can I help?
Willow: Uh, distract him from Buffy. Uh, piss him off.
Anya: I don't know how.
Willow: Anya, I have faith in you. There is no one you cannot piss off.

Anya: Look, I know you find me attractive. I've seen you looking at my breasts.
Xander: Nothing personal, but when a guy does that, it just means his eyes are open.

Vamp Willow: Well, look at me. I'm all... fuzzy.
Willow: What do I want with you?
Vamp Willow: Your school friend Anya said you're the one that brought me here. She said you could help get me back to my world.
Willow: Oh, oops.
Vamp Willow: [begins fondling Willow] But I don't know. I kind of like the idea of the two of us. We could be quite a team, if you came around to my way of thinking.
Willow: Would that mean we have to snuggle?
Vamp Willow: What do you say? Want to be bad?
Willow: This just can't get more disturbing.

Xander: Giles lived for school. He's still bitter there were only twelve grades.
Buffy: He probably sat in math class thinking, "There should be more math. This could be mathier."
Xander: Come on. You don't think he ever got restless as a kid?
Buffy: Are you kidding? His diapers were tweed.

Anya: This isn't a relationship. You don't need me. All you care about is lots of orgasms.
Xander: Okay, remember how we talked about private conversations? How they're less private when they're in front of my friends?
Spike: Oh, we're not your friends. Go on.
Rupert Giles: Please don't.

Buffy: Why are you standing in my room hugging Mr. Gordo?
Angel: Mr. Gordo?
Buffy: The pig.

Xander: Do you think we should have put a leash on him?
Buffy: Yeah, let's tie ourselves to the crazy vampire.
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And that there are those pathetic haiku pieces from Toshi-san...

In an old shack
I am freezing in my sleep
I watch the spring moon

O flow’r of the plum tree
Though one flower may soon bloom
A plum is a plum

O dear nightingale
Sound of the featherduster
Will not stop

Grasses of the spring
Only five of your colors
Shall I remember

Through the rape blossoms
And bamboo screens rising light
‘Tis the morning sun

God that made me laugh. He is so cute sometimes...*sweatdrop* if you can call the Oni no Fukuchou cute.