lj is purging inactive journals; I'm making this entry to save the Darla ficlets and roleplays we did which are still very dear to me, and were such a great part of my time at tm. 

( Cut for length, cross-posted with Connor's journal )

*locked from everyone ( Read more... )

Ah, yes. That would be the incident with the Tiresias curse, back in the 1820s. And wouldn't you all like to know ( Read more... )

This would be a woman who after considering moving to Sunnydale looked at the death rate, particularly among teenagers, and didn't. Or the farmer who after finding the first villager drained decided that the simplest thing was to ask for everyone to meet in the sunlight. Anyone who couldn't would be forced to, and if this made them burn alive, well ( Read more... )

I was going to say "style", but then I remembered the guy I was trying to talk into siring me before Angel staked him a couple of years ago, and Harmony Campbell. Not to mention dear old Luke. Meanwhile, I have to admit that Cordelia at her most saintly (this would be the time where I showed up pregnant at the Hyperion and she offered me something ( Read more... )

Darla never found out which of her enemies was responsible for this ignomy. If she did, no soul or mortal state would restrain her from eviscarating them with a brutality that made her actions in previous centuries look playful ( Read more... )

*locked from male readers ( Read more... )

Revenge tastes like the blood of a nobleman stupid enough to haggle about the price of a quick tumble with a streetgirl; thick with the smoke of drawing rooms, fat with rich feasting, full of lust and petty thrift ( Read more... )

Ah, moments of triumph. In my life, they have a depressing tendency to be followed by utter disaster ( Read more... )