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@maximuses SAID: “ don't speak, just... kiss me. “ -> Målingen and Buffy

💜 A Hundred Kissing Prompts // CLOSED 💜

"Haha... I don’t think you want that.” The mutant nervously chuckled. Did she want to kiss Målingen? Of-fucking-course she did! Mama was smart, sophisticated, caring, stunningly beautiful - what woman in her right mind wouldn’t jump at the chance to kiss her? Målingen was everything Buffy had ever dreamed of in a partner wrapped into one beautiful, perfect package. But there was a key difference between the two of them. One that Buffy hesitated to admit in spite of her own displayed confidence: Målingen had a future. Sure, Buffy could argue until she was blue in the face and starved in the lungs that she had a future too - that she was fast and talented and graceful and strong. That all those things meant that she had so much potential for a bright future ahead of her. But it wouldn’t be true. No matter where she went or what she achieved, Buffy’s successes would always be outweighed by the undeniable fast that she wasn’t a person. She was a thing. A lost but still-armed weapon, a monster, a freak of nature, an impossible creation, a science experiment gone wrong, a child with no name and no place in the world. She had no future. She knew that. She always knew that. It was why she acted so happy and confident. She was so desperate to be satisfied with herself that she thought if she could just fake it, maybe she’d eventually manage to convince herself that she was.

“It’s nothing against you, Målingen. It’s just...” She paused at the dejected look on the other’s face at her words, her heart twisting in her chest. A groan of frustration left her as she struggled and failed to find the words she wanted to say. “You have a future! You have potential! You can go anywhere you want to go, do anything you want to do, be anything you want to be! You’re brilliant, and beautiful, and kind, and you’re changing the world! But I’m not like you! I’m a mess of loose genetics in a vaguely human-shaped soup-bowl. I try any of that and I’ll be shot down immediately. I’m just dead weight, and I don’t want to weigh you down while you try to shine.”

By the end of her outburst, there were tears running down Buffy’s face. She swiped at them with her wrist, looking down at the floor. It hurt to do this but... she didn’t want Målingen to have to put her life on hold for her, and she didn’t want to be a ball and chain weighing her down and discrediting her accomplishments. It was better this way, right? This was what it meant to love someone, wasn’t it? To be selfless and do what’s best for them, even if it hurt like hell?

She paused a bit as Målingen put a hand under her chin, raising her head to meet Buffy’s gaze. She looked worried, confused. And then she felt the woman’s lips on hers and she froze. It felt... so much better than she ever imagined it would be. And she melted into it, crying as she moved to cling to Målingen llike she was a lifeline that Buffy would die without.

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@maximuses SAID: son of a – son of a gun, son of a freaking gun. -> mama and buffy

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“Keeping it PG for the baby, Mama?” Buffy quirked a brow as she looked over at Målingen from where the mutant was settled comfortably on a beaten-up sofa. The tar-like body of the infant squirming in her arms sifted a bit, looking towards the sound of her voice. “I don’t really think there’s a need for it. She can’t understanding anything you’re saying. Infants don’t understanding language. They only understand tone, and even then, their responses tend to be guided by the emotions they sense from their parents.”

Buffy moved up, hunching over and raising a leg to scratch at herself behind one oversized, droopy ear. “She’ll understand that you’re mad or frustrated. She won’t understand what upset you or how you respond to it. Her whole focus is squarely on the fact that you’re upset and nothing else. Babies’re really simple like that. Makes them easy to care for in that sense.”

It had seemed to simple raising Alice. She responded more to people’s emotions than anything else. Sure, she cried when she was hungry or uncomfortable, but keeping her happy otherwise was really quiet simple beyond that. If she saw other people enjoying their food, she’d eat it. If she saw other people enjoying their naps, she’d happily join them and lay down so easily. If she saw others enjoying bath time, she offered no fuss in joining them in the tub. Now that she was older and learning about independence, she was a lot less compliant. But infancy had largely been without complication.

“Baby talk aside, you’re only frustrated because you’re overlooking something simple. Change the variability factor to 0.5 and increase the sensitivity factor by 50%. You’ll get more accurate results like that and you won’t have to calibrate after every storm that rolls through.” A pause, and Buffy perked up again. “Oh, and don’t forget to pump once you’re done. You’ve been doing pretty good avoiding mastitis since you started. Don’t wanna fall back into that old pain again.”

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@maximuses SAID: “If you listen close you can hear the crying.” -> målingen and buffy

💜 Perspective’s Sentence Prompts // CLOSED 💜

Buffy’s ears perked slightly, her one visible eye darting about to try and pinpoint the source or what Mama was talking about. It was faint, almost muted in its quality, but Buffy could hear it. The crying of an infant. She tried not to let it show but the sound broke her heart.

In the many years she’d been in Umbrella’s mousetrap, she’d become very familiar and desensitized to the sound of children crying. She could remember with disturbing vividness the cell block they were all kept in. Thick, brightly lit cubes with tile and concrete floors meant to endure the claws of the mutated, their warped visages and mottled bodies on full display past iron bars and a thick layer of durable glass. The alley between the cages stretched on like the path to an executioner’s chopping block. Buffy could remove peering through the glass between the bars to see others like her. Some screamed until blood ran down their chins. Others rocked silently back and forth, only beginning to panic when their cells opened up. The worst cries always came from those that disappeared from their cells and never came back. It was a sick irony, she thought, how Andromeda treated them like animals even before her tests on them ever began.

“I hear it.” Buffy spoke softly. She didn’t really know how to respond to it though. “More often than I like to admit. I’m not the only one either. A lot of us find ourselves sleepless at night, haunted by the screams of those we lost along the way here and those we never got the chance to save. It’s painful. We try to remember them all on The Wall but there’s so many we just know that slipped through the cracks.” She turned back to said Wall; the simple grey surface was neatly decorated with columns and rows of portraits. Some were candid pictures taken of those they’d managed to save, accompanied by little baskets filled with their favorite toys or objects hanging just below their name plates. But for some, all they could offer was the picture of them found in their file. It was a sad fact that Project Z had seen more casualties than successes even after that death of Umbrella. Zaccarian was one of those scientists who decided that if she could not retrieve her experiments then she would leave no trace of them.

A Scorched Earth policy she called it.

“I wish they could find peace. I know it’s probably impossible and a tall ask but after everything they went through, everything they suffered… they deserve to rest. They deserve to move on.” Buffy bit her lip, falling silent in her attempt to hold back tears. It just wasn’t fair. Even in death, there was no escape. No comfort. They weren’t human nor animal enough for even that.

When would this nightmare end?

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why is there only six s.w.o.r.d.s. now that you mention it?

"There used to be more of us. But that was a long time ago.

Years back, we had numbers in the forties and fifties. We would raid Umbrella labs every couple of months, steal their data and take as many of their experiments with us as we could. Zaccarian never stopped working on perfecting Project Z. They were aggressive in their attempts to hunt us down but we got lucky solely off the fact that after a while, corporate began losing faith in her repeated failures to create her so-called 'perfect specimen'.

Then one day, our luck ran out.

Maybe they'd been expecting us or maybe they were better prepared. We went in, did our usual bag and tag, and bounced. Only this time, we took with us Zaccarian's one success. And neither she nor Umbrella was willing to let us get away. They tagged the little girl - her name was Molly. The sweet little thing was still barely over her first forced mutation at just eight years old. They broke in at the dead of night, took our nighttime scouts out with heavy artillery. And then, they had this special, perfected cocktail they used to knock us all down. It was toxic - not enough to kill, just weaken. They took us all back, wanting to finish what they started... It was a bloodbath. They gave us all the new injections. Those that didn't give them the results... they put them down like animals... starting with the kids.

I don't remember everything from that day. I remember that was the first time I'd ever seen Lupa break her muzzle and bite someone. I watched Jude go into a frenzy and devour six people, and we barely managed to tranquilize him. I watched Star swallow someone whole and then puke up their half-digested remains afterwards when she realized what she'd done. We burned that facility to the ground, slaughtered most of the people in it. Zaccarian lost her perfect specimen in the firefight, she lost the new samples, she lost most of her research and staff. We came out physically stronger, but in the end, that incident still broke us. We were dragged in a team of fifty-eight, and we left a team of six and one kid. Umbrella wanted us dead for months. I don't know how we survived it, or how we got back on our feet. But we did.

I'd say that the only thing keeping us going now is knowing that we have to keep going. We have to crush any last trace of Umbrella and wipe it from the face of the earth. We have to bring what they did to light. Then it doesn't matter if we die - we'll die knowing that we did right by ourselves and our fallen. We'll die peacefully so long as Umbrella goes with us. But we can't die before then. We have to keep living. For Joan, and Ivy, and Bramble, and Ludo, and Rain, and Cloud - and all the others who'll never be known or be remembered by anyone but us, but who still have their portraits hung on the wall of our home, and who get candles lit for them every holiday, and who'll forever live on in our hearts. We have to do it. For them."

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S.W.O.R.D.S. Headcanons : Buffy

Buffy also answers to the name Luffy.

She’s regarded as the second-in-command of the Six. She’s also regarded as being the loudest.

Buffy has the most abilities but also the most complications. This is because after she survived the initial rounds of testing, she was basically the guinea pig for most variations of Z-Strains. Her genetic code is a horrifying amalgamation of Z-Virus altered genetics from various different species. Essentially, her DNA is a bunch of ramshackle spaghetti code barely being healed together by the virus.

As a result of her genetic makeup, Buffy experiences a variety of symptoms post-super-mutation, including: vomiting or coughing up blood, seizures, sudden loss of feeling/control of her limbs, sporadic nausea and fainting, sudden bouts of pain all over, sudden onset migraines, and temporary vision/hearing loss.

As a result of Zaccarian throwing in a sample of the Plant 43’s seedlings (just because she was curious), Buffy has the ability to produce dexterous vines from various points of her body and grow various fruits, flowers, and herbs from her body.

Buffy’s got the DNA of quite a few animals floating around inside her. The most prominent ones are visible in her standard form: rabbit (longer ears), kangaroo (shorter ears, legs, and tail) and giant anteater (large claws on limbs).

In her supermutant form, a lot of the genetic soup becomes more visible. The zebra stripes on her hindquarters becomes visible, her tail becomes longer and lined with quill-like protrusions of fur, the bottom of her back feet become solid with densely packed keratin like zebra hooves, the claws on both her front and back feet, and her ears, grow longer and stronger, her teeth grow longer and more rigid, she develops a thick layer of fat and cartilage along her back, shoulders, neck, and flank, she develops spiny bone growths along her vertebrae, develops large horns/antlers on her skull, she experiences uncontrolled blooms of vines and plant growth all across her form, and she’s generally much faster, stronger, and more flexible.

The mutations revert once she’s calmed down.

Buffy has a habit of tunneling underground. She creates vast networks of tunnels that she hides and navigates in.

A kick from Buffy could kill someone. It’s enough to shatter bone, crush stone, and shock a heart into stopping.

Buffy can crack her tail like a whip.

Despite the intimidating sight of her teeth, Buffy is entirely vegetarian.

Buffy is the most mischievous of the bunch. She enjoys playing pranks on others and telling jokes. They’re mostly playful, but they can become quite malicious if someone crosses her.

Buffy has the worst temper of the group. She’s the most outspoken, confident, and unwilling to tolerate injustice.

Buffy loves gardening, outdoor activities, obstacle courses, collecting crystals, and naps in a hammock.

Buffy is the go to when it comes to distraction and diversions. She can run fast enough to lead enemies astray and then cause mega-blooms of hallucinogenic mushrooms or plants to disorient the isolated foes in order to get away completely.

Buffy is the most alert and tends to serve as a lookout for the group. She can give swift warnings by thumping.

Buffy’s go-to method of dealing with enemies that are stalking her is leading them out to large bodies of water and waiting for them to follow her in to drown them.

Buffy’s claws on her ears are fully functional but they take up a lot of energy to use so she refrains from using them unless she really needs to.

Buffy is the shortest member of the team at just 5’2”.

Buffy cannot handle anesthesia. She will stop breathing if she’s on it for too long and will have to be resuscitated.

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“Ya alright there? Ya lookin’ a bit... rough.” Strong words coming from her. Barring the very obvious mutations, her clothes were caked with dust and dirt, her claws rough around the edges from her constant running and digging.

She briefly returned to her previous tasks, the sounds of Buffy’s claws raking over the rubble and displaced debris to give it one last thorough glance before she abandoned it. Nothing of interest. “I know this is the pot calling the kettle black but you look like death warmed over.”

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