#buffy scribbles

[strawberri-draws]

usually it’s fine, but sometimes the way btvs makes a moral lesson is hilarious actually

[hmslusitania]

AU where Gotham’s on a hellmouth. Basically nothing changes about Batman’s backstory. The hellmouth isn’t a surprise, not really, not to anyone who hears about it who’s spent any time in Gotham whatsoever.

The only thing that really changes is that Martha Wayne was the last Slayer to spend any time in Gotham. Alfred was her Watcher, of course, and they were legendary amongst the members of the Watcher’s Council for how Martha lived to her thirties. Basically the oldest any Slayer’s ever been.

Bruce doesn’t get any of the Slayer abilities, that’s not how that works, but he does get the benefit of Alfred’s knowledge — even though Alfred leaves the Council after Martha and Thomas die. And even after he’s left, the Council still expects that one day, Bruce will join them, become a Watcher himself. But Bruce has never been particularly good at simply, well, watching.

Instead he trains like he’s a Slayer himself, never mind that he doesn’t have the magic that’s supposed to go with that. And he passes it along, first to Dick, and a little to Babs, and then Jason, and then Tim.

And then there’s Steph. And even before — before — Bruce gets that bad feeling in his gut. A familiarity he does not want. They don’t need Slayers in Gotham, Gotham has him.

And he… won’t do it. Somewhere on the other side of the world, a girl whose name he’ll never know falls in a fight, and Steph wakes up with superpowers, and the Watcher’s Council decides it’s jolly convenient she’s already in Gotham, where Bruce the prodigal son can simply be her Watcher.

They already don’t get along great even before this, and they continue to not get along super well now that the Council’s sent them both notice of this. And Bruce refuses, which Steph takes as an excuse to go out and try to do good recklessly.

And then, well, prophecy girl will prophecy girl and Steph dies. Not for very long, just for long enough. Long enough for Bruce to figure out he shouldn’t be a jackass about it, that he should actually train her even if not in the ways the Council wants because honestly fuck the Watchers’ Council; long enough for another girl, on the other side of the world who doesn’t need extra training, but well, superpowers come in handy sometimes, to join the ranks of Slayers.

Cass comes to Gotham eventually, and meets the other Slayer, but neither of them really like that name. It feels too much like something either of their terribleawfulevil fathers might be a little too proud of. And Babs was never a Slayer or a Watcher, but she’s also a graduate of the Bruce Wayne School of Gotham Wants You Dead Here’s How to Not Do What It Wants (your success rates may vary), and, well, if they want it, she’s got a name they can use.

[bog-teeth]

Marty McFly from Back To The Future feels like a pretty obvious transmasc for you to draw? if that doesn’t hit for you maybe Angel from Buffy The Vampire Slayer (I headcanon them as nonbinary :D)

i cant believe i used to be a supernatural fanartist and i cannot draw short hair. crazy.

[maxypadz]

Buffy Doodle

[beansprean]

No one looks more like a butch lesbian than season 1 Dean Winchester, except perhaps openly bisexual punk season 1 Dean Winchester covered in tattoos.

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(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: Multiple drawings of season 1 Dean in a punk style with tattoos. 1. Chest up in a Siouxie and the Banshees hoodie, hair spiked up, nails black, bar through one eyebrow, septum ring in nose, dolphin bite hoops in lip, small gauges and multiple cartilage hoops in ears. There is a large tattoo of an open mouth full of fangs on his throat. Dean points sternly at the viewer and says, in the form of a tumblr post from tacofriendss, 'Normalize toys during sex. Roll that hot wheels over them titties. Skurt.' 2. Full body of Dean talking animatedly to someone offscreen, gesturing limply with one hand. He is wearing brown work boots, cutoff lightwash jeans, and a gray tee shirt with the Werner logo, torn off at the sleeves and below the sternum. He also has a black leather cuff on his left wrist and multiple tied and beaded bracelets on his right, along with multiple rings and the samulet. Tattoos on his left arm include: a tipped over salt shaker, a woman in a bikini posing on a billiard ball, roman numerals spelling out 11-2-83, and a chevy impala logo. Tattoos on his right arm include a barbed wire wrap, the outline of the angel from the Led Zeppelin Swan Song logo, and the name 'Cassie' written in cursive on his middle finger. On his stomach are the symbols from Zeppelin 4 and a random phone number that looks like it may have been scribbled on hastily. Scooby Doo is peeking out from his calf in the space between his boot and the jeans. 3. Dean from behind, arms reaching upwards. He is wearing low jeans and another homemade crop top, revealing the tattoo on his lower back. It is a full rendering of the impala from the side, with stylized words above it that say 'highway to hell', surrounded by flames. 4. Knees up of Dean wearing a leather vest that looks like it was cut from his dad's coat, a Bruce Springsteen shirt with the sleeves and neck cut out, sitting low on his sternum and tucked into faded black jeans, paired with a simple black belt with a wallet chain. He is posing with the fingers of one hand hooked in his pocket, the other holding up a cigarette. He is wearing all the same jewelry as in previous drawings. More tattoos are visible including a small sword on the side of his left hand, a colt revolver and Faith's tattoo from Buffy on his right forearm, a demon protection sigil in its usual place over his heart, and a stylized crucifix across from it on his right pec. /end ID

[cowgirlcherrie]

❍ ACERBUS ! ━━ ellie williams.

⤹ pairing: vampire! ellie x slayer! reader

synopsis: the undead is restless, and an immortal blood sucker arrises for her last dance on earth. Beholding a slayer who has greater plans to lower the blood hungry vampire back into the ground

content: 18+ MDNI! blood mention. death/ talks of death. violence. betrayal. gaslighting. manipulation. hunting/killing. v similar to buffy the vampire slayer. kissing. talks of sex but not directly smut, smut adjacent honestly. vampire! slayer! abby but strictly platonic to the reader. L-Bombs. betrayal. weapons (no guns just daggers n stakes). Ellie is super damon salvatore + katherine coded in this. food play(with cherries). biting. sub-ish loser! ellie. Toxic/dark! ellie

Adficio. To weaken, discourage. To damage or to break.

Adficio was your finger. Coated in the saltiest vibrant red, gooey, and thick. Liquids dripped down the sides of the cushioned flesh and flowed never-ending through you. It tasted metallic, iron pulsating through the liquid; and salty, overly salted. Your tongue ran over the edge of your finger at your paper cut. It stung miserably but you had to get back to work.

As if it wasn’t already late, the sun setting with a musky burnt orange across the sky peeking through the rounded church glass windows of the artifact museum you were ecstatic to go home. Excited to take the warmest shower until the water was scorching hot against your skin and sleep comfortably in your queen-sized plush bed.

You weren’t expecting any more customers this evening, especially with recent town curfews due to mysterious deaths you were preparing to leave right after the key twisted in the lock. With 20 minutes left until closing, you finished dusting off the case of the bookshelf, putting the cream coffee-tinted paper (with your blood still tinting a corner) away into the hefty black book with gold embedded in the spine. 

It was an interesting piece of literature, somewhere amongst the lines of old-town supernatural lore and purely fiction but you loved it. It made you hungry, yearning for just a bite wanting more, wanting to sink your teeth into your own flesh. It was important and delicate thin papered copies; and faulty legal documents about a vampire who was rumored to live forever. Pictures; missing from the pages with the name scribbled out in white out. No gun, no knife, no magical life-threatening injury could kill her and she was forever cursed with the pain and treachery to live forever. Although you knew it wasn’t real you still felt yourself being a conspiracist and empathetic. Almost remorseful for the forever young vampire who didn’t ask for a life of immortality. Everything was a little unfair, even for the mundane. 

A bell chimed, signally that someone had walked into the museum. Thick-soled boots against the dark wood, creaking beneath them with every step. Shunned light on a lanky and average-height girl, drenched in black from head to toe. You naturally ignored her presence, that was what the bell was for; for questions and giving you the excuse to actually be bothered. So you continued your lonesome activities as proceeded. Picking up your thick wool scarf, wrapping it around your neck in loops; turning off the monitors, and locking the registers. 

DING! 

Ellie hit the bell with a toothy smirk on her face. Eyeing your figure almost as if you were a bakery-crafted treat as Ellie ran her tongue against the tip of her pointy canines. 

“Hi” 

Just Hi? You scrunched up your face in confusion at the girl’s rather awkward and sudden intro, her voice was raspy yet soft n direct but she kept her communication clear. If you were being honest she looked dead. Skin pale and drained of any colors besides her cheeks and the root red on her lips, sunken circles around her green ember eyes. She didn’t even look real.

“We are about to close so any prolonged question can wait until tomorrow.” you confessed, keeping it short and sweet, as the girl in front of you only frowned. 

You turned your back for a second, reaching into the mini locker behind the desk to grab your coat and your keys, pulling the fabric closer to your chest, when amidst the silence —

DING! 

Ellie hit the bell again, making you groan as you turned slowly to look at the auburn-haired girl showcasing a sarcastic smile before reverting her face to a serious expression. 

“I am Ellie, and you…you look like you can help me” Ellie whispered sweetly; playfulness rang in her voice as she looked down at the black book that are on the counter. Drool almost dripped out as she looked at the book with her lips parted. 

“Did you miss the part where I said we were—”

“Closing soon, yeah yeah I got it. Don’t care, Listen I just need this book and I promise, I’ll be out of your hair” Ellie pleaded bringing her hands up in a prayer position as she gave you a pout. Slowly gliding her ring-coated fingers against the book, making you rush to pull on it from the other end.

“Sorry not for sale! This isn’t a library” 

“But it’s…fiction, right? You can make another one” Ellie pulled it into her more, her hands slightly overpowering the grip you had on the book.

“Rules are rules, nothing leaves this museum if it’s not rented” 

“So what I am hearing is I can have it?”

“For $100”

Ellie gasped.

“For free? thanks!~” Ellie gave one final tug loosening the book from your very hands and pulling it into her chest. 

“I’ll be back! [HEY!] Don’t worry! Don’t stress probably not with the book! [That’s stealing!] Not if it’s rented! Thank you for your help!” Ellie shouted as she bolted out the door, sticky fingers webbed around the book as she ran out.

Making you let out an exacerbated sigh at the odds. You were so going to get fired. 

Adiuvo  To help or to aid, to assist

If someone told you that the museum book thief would be your girlfriend you would have told them they were lying. It’s been 3 months since the two of you met; 2 that you have officially started dating, although it didn’t feel like it. 

Ellie was more secretive than you thought. A mansion to herself where she lived alone which was oddly dark and gothic, you were for certain she would have caused a black paint shortage. Her house was emblematic of a period piece from the 19th century almost a screenshot of a fragment of time. The only odd thing was the mirrors being covered in every corner. A black satin cloth draped over the gold ribbed mirrors almost stapled there with a DO NOT TOUCH! 

Ellie hated pictures, she hated phones and settled on a rather outdated Blackberry where she really could only text and make important calls.

Ellie also disappeared often during the day, you only ever really saw her when it was rainy or pushing 8 pm. She’d go ghost on a sunny day but made up for it by pampering you with gentle kisses until you were coated in purple at your neck. 

For all of her cons; sins and flaws; aka the disappearing act she made up for it every time. She made it impossible for you to leave. Caging you in by gifting you things that only a fool would leave behind. She gave you a gift of a dainty necklace, as her hands rubbed against your neck to your shoulders placing it right at the center, locking the clasp, and begging you to never take it off. Ellie’s hands didn’t move from behind you when she gave you the necklace that night. It was almost as if she tempted to choke you with it until you listened to her. So you nodded, grabbing onto the little charm, before bringing up a hand to your nose; scrunching your face up at the weird smell the necklace was emulating. Almost like rosemary, thieves, and rotting onion. But you didn’t ask questions, you couldn’t before she whisked you away with a brief kiss to your lips, nibbling at your moisturized lips. 

“You love me, right?” 

You loved her. With all your precious human beating heart you loved her. Loved her so much that you allowed her to get vulnerable with you that night in the bedroom.

Bashful yet bitchy and sarcastic Ellie became demonic, rough, and perfectly submissive. Ellie was a sucker for fruits. The one human food that didn’t make her stomach queasy and the only thing that could satisfy her cravings for your blood. Preferably all red to enhance the eroticism of the taste.

Ellie found passion in draining the juice out of cherries, swirling her tongue over the plump treat poking her fangs out, before dipping her head down gliding the juices amongst your neck from her tongue.

Ellie repeated this action again. Taking the gentle cherry and squeezing it over your neck, swirling its juices onto your skin with her slender fingers before chewing it whole. Licking her finger tips as she swallowed the fruit whole tossing the pit to the floor.

Ellie watched as your neck dripped the dark crimson liquid, rushing to lick it up; before any of it reached your sheets to leave a fresh splosh stain of red. Ellie was drunk off of the sight of you. Licking over you like a lollipop as her tongue scraped your neck, getting close to your ear.

Ellie lost control.

between the bittersweet taste of the cherries, your fresh and loud perfume it was driving her crazy. Ellie thought her head was screwed on tight, but smelling the scent of one she would call her lover Ellie wanted to do nothing more than cover you in her own. Mask you from the world, hiding you away in greed and hunger.

Her hands gripped at the sheets, fist balled up as she masked a moan struggling to do so when your hand was in her pants. Ellie unfolding like a red lace satin ribbon until she was nothing but a soul. Climax rising deeper…and deeper. You were rubbing up and down in between her folds as she shuttered to hold herself up. Your fingers wet and covered in her juices enough for the wetness to fill the room with a simple pat.

Ellie took the initiative to dig her own hand in between your sleep shorts, mirror your hand motions as the lewd sounds escaped your lips in pure appeasement. Clawing at her back like a cat with your freehand.

Ellie was heavy breathing as her pitch got louder and higher, hips bucking as her hair clung to her forehead in fits of sweat.

Ellie turned into nothing but a moaning mess that night. Shrouding her head in your neck pampering kisses until she couldn’t control the cobra shake of her sharpened fangs pricking her tongue, offsetting her tastebuds. No, she couldn't.

Ellie's mind was shouting a mixture of no's and yes's as she tried to pull away only for you to pull her closer. Ellie let out an animalistic growl muttering an oh fuck before she sunk her teeth into your neck.

“Fuck…wait” Ellie moaned out. She was glad you couldn’t see her face, eyebrows furrowed but her eyes a deep red as veins started to crawl through her skin preparing her to finish off the feed.

Ellie knew if she fed off of you she wouldn’t be able to stop. Until you were one of her, a vampire and your beating heart stopped. Like Ellie needed you, she needed the book; she was going to complete the prophecy.

It starts with you, her perfect pawn.

You tasted like a rich pomegranate in the summer, Ellie’s fangs pulsating as it was deep in the flesh on your neck. Shaking your tender flesh in between her teeth like a dog.

Ellie didn't draw blood but punctured the skin, wincing at the sound of your skin separating between her fangs through her gentle ears. You pushed her away squeezing your eyes closed in pain. Skin pulsing and stinging as her mouth left your neck.

“Ow!- did you just…did you just bite me?”

The redhead stopped, freckles coated a red flush amongst her pale skin, Ellie rambled a hundred sorries. Like a deer gone hunting the cherry juice stained her chin and around her mouth as if she had been messy eating and playing into a ruby lipstick. Stumbling and tripping over her feet as she rushed to put her shoes on and head for your front door as you shouted her name behind her.

Her hair was frazzled, her leather jacket discarded, and her fly unfortunately down.

Leaving you in a mess of saliva and cherry juice; with a pulsating bite mark in your kneck.

48 hours and a complicated reddit search later, with Ellie out of your hair; due to her shame and embarrassment was enough time for a blonde hair slayer to play witness protection.

You were steadily growing frustrated at the repetition of the doorbell ringing as the person on the other end was hitting it like a childish teenager playing ding-dong ditch. Rushing to the door slamming it open to be met with a tall buff blonde who was giving you a perfect smile. Likewise to Ellie, she was notably pale, the color drained from her face almost fading away to her hair making her look like a stoned statue. Thick raybands on her eyes as she held up a terribly condition detectives badge.

“Sorry to cause a disruption, but are you y/n?” The girl spoke up, leaning into her one arm that was posted up against the door creating a distance before the two of you. 

You remained silent pushing your knit cardigan closer to cover up your chest in the nippy pre-winter air. 

“I’m Abby, Abby Anderson and I believe you know someone who is being a threat to this town.”

You froze, eyeing Abby in front of you as she dug around into her leather jacket pocket, plucking out a very old square picture. Placing the picture face down into your hands allows you to unveil it as if it were a gift. Curiosity got the best of you, aching and throbbing fingertips as you vastly whipped it over to view your lover. Your heart felt as if a chain wrapped tightly around the delicate artery feeling as if the wind had knocked out of you. It was Ellie. Your Ellie but this time she was wearing Victorian clothing, a white blouse peeking through as it was a perfected headshot photographed with just the right amount of dusting and age. She was the missing piece of the book. The name scribbled out it was all her -- the book was all hers.

“I don’t…” you begin flipping the picture back over and putting it in front of Abby, with your hand out “I don’t know who this is. . .”

“I knew you would say that”

Abby snickered as she looked down rubbing her boots against your welcome matt, 

“I think its time we chat. Could I have a glass of water please” Abby sends a smile as you prepare to turn your back on the blonde in front of you

Abby was always ahead. Ahead of Ellie, ahead of you, she had been hunting for years. After an accidental bite forced her to succumb to vampirism, life only got hard. Abby shrouded herself away finding comfort in putting down ruthless bloodsuckers who had no better job than to compel humans and make them into a tasty blood margarita. Abby didn’t want the same fate for you. Watching Ellie like a hawk; perhaps a stalker. It was all for a good cause. Ellie was awfully sloppy with how she carried the people she fed from. Sinking her teeth into an innocent being as she drank…and drank until their bodies fell cold and limp against the pavement. Ellie let out a sly moan in satisfaction as she watched the life get sucked out of her victims. The blood dripped down her chin, blood-drunk as she laughed in satisfaction as she licked the blood off of her fangs, and from around her lips being careful not to waste a single damn drop. 

Ever since you got in the picture, Ellie’s sloppiness got worse than normal, her drinking patterns have gotten sloppier, and parts of her brain toyed with her. As she strolled the streets at night looking for her midnight snack, sucking the salted liquid through her fangs with her luscious eyes closed, fluttering against the tip of the apple to her cheeks. Ellie saw you. When her eyes closed she pretended that they were you, hell she would never actually do this to you but she couldn’t get your toxic scent out of her mind. Moaning into the neck that she feeds whispering your name as her fangs dig in deeper and suddenly she loses all control, killing the being in the process. Ellie was deeply flawed; allowing a human to get in between the priorities of her stone-cold heart, but whatever she wanted she was certain she would have. 

“I think you have to invite me in first, it’s impolite for me to walk into your wonderful home without permission” Abby confessed, lying straight through her teeth, she didn’t care what was right or wrong she just needed permission or else she wouldn’t be allowed in. 

Deja vu hit you, remembering how Ellie made the same statement the first time she came over to visit you apart from the museum. 

“You may come in”

Acerbus  Bitter, gloomy, and dark. 

Vampire. 

That was a word that was enough to make your stomach curl up into a million knots.

The cold ones. 

No one could have prepared you to put your girlfriend to rest. The person who you saw forever with, wanting to get married and have a couple of children too, was all nothing but a lie and impossible. It was so refreshing to you, like a kiss of air, and nature healing itself, but slowly your emotions and your joy turned into a rotting flower, decaying along with all of your emotions tinted black. Over the course of a few weeks, you’ve sharpened your knives and coated your doors in some kind of vampire repellent given to you by Abby. The blonde has taught you how to hunt and detect vampires, the power of the stake, and what unfinished business Abby had with taking down Ellie.

Ellie on the other hand, you haven’t seen in a few days. Maybe it was because you were distracted; the auburn girl turning to nothing but a whisper and rattle of the leaves, spiraling into another one of her disappearing acts. 

Now you stood at her very own tombstone, which seemed rather distasteful; bless you, but you were trespassing. Trailing behind Abby like a lost puppy as she took a hammer, drawing back her arm to slam onto the lock that was Ellie’s above-ground grave. Abby came up with a bright and elite plan on how to trap Ellie back at the museum, but the two of you couldn’t have done it without the weapon that knocked her into a stone coma for ages. No, it doesn’t kill her, but it would slow her down and freeze her until it was time for her to be brought back; which would be never. You thought it was beautiful, fresh marble and sleek black with roses surrounding the front entrance into her small 4x4 square, which the main entrance was blocked by a gate — with a hefty lock which you assumed was where Ellie’s casket had been placed. 

“The roses are fresh, I think it’s best if we hurry” Abby whispers, matching the tone of the wind that was spirling above the two of you.

Abby took her hands dragging them down at the lock which opened the gate to Ellie’s tomb. The inside was barely lit, with unlit candles surrounding Ellie’s coffin that had the lid wide open with chains dangling from it. Modern-day gothic– and eerie to the touch. As you took careful steps walking around it; it seemed almost impersonal. You wanted to cry and shrivel up, that the way you’d been living for 3 months was a lie, running your hands around the perimeter of her coffin as if you were looking down at a body inside. But there was nobody and you knew the worst would have to come for Ellie to soon return to her rightful place. Abby however got right to work, brushing past you to tap every corner of the brick, reaching for Ellie’s casket, and digging through the built-in cushions. Abby grunts until she stops when her fingers prick a sharp tool. 

“Ow!... I got it” Abby hissed as she pulled out a thick and sleek shiny silver dagger with Latin scriptures engraved into the handle and metal of the knife. Abby briefly wiped it against the leather, twirling it in her hand before taking a bag of mercury and dipping the tip of the knife into the material. All you could do is watch, stake in the back pocket of your jeans that was covered by your jacket. 

“So what now?” you pushed, putting a hand on your hip.

“We get the fuck ou—-”

Abby stopped talking briefly pulling you into a shadow, blocked by a pillar making you go unnoticed.

“What are you—” 

Abby shushed you, reaching a hand up to cover your mouth as you now heard what Abby was hearing. Strong, sloppy footsteps, walking into the tomb as the gate to the entranced creaked.

The stranger groaned before letting out a sniff into the air. 

“Y/n I know you’re here.” Ellie croaked, her voice slurring as she limped towards her own casket hovering over it with a loud creak as your body shook beneath Abby’s gentle touch. 

“The cats out of the bag babe, fuckin’... let’s just talk c’mon” Ellie pleaded as her boots squeaked against the floor as she was visibly pacing. 

You shook your head as Abby briefly turned your body around whispering to you.

It’s the only way. 

With that Abby pushed you out from the hiding spot making you let out a yelp as you stumbled onto the floor in front of Ellie. She looked demonic, unreal almost. Blood dripping down her chin spread against her chest, and her hair was a filthy mess. Her once-green eyes glowed a sweet red under the pale moonlight as she watched you crumble on the floor trying to stand up.

“There you are~” Ellie teased as she took a few steps towards you making you crawl back.

“Thought we were gonna have to play hide and seek glad you’re so smart” Ellie taunted as she turned around kicking over a few candles surrounding her casket. 

“What did you do?” You shouted, groaning as you used the nearby wall to push your weight up.

“Who did you kill?” 

Ellie laughed. You frowned; disgustedly watching as Ellie only laughed at your panicked state. She thought your fear was funny, she could smell it off of you. 

“Why? You scared?” Ellie jabbed tilting her head with a really? expression on her face. 

Ellie reached her arm out for you to take which you stared at as if she was infected, so she took it back rolling her eyes. Ellie slid off her leather jacket and threw it onto the floor at your feet giving you a perfect view of her spaghetti-strapped cami and the tattoo on her arm.

“I think of you when I feed you know…as my teeth sink down into someone so innocent, like a deer…”Ellie began as she walked towards you slowly making you walk backward moving away.

“Get away from me” you gritted taking the stake out from your back pocket and crossing it over your front pointing side up.

“Ooh~” Ellie teased as she walked even closer until the stake was lined up with her heart. “What are you gonna do, kill me?” Ellie whined giving you a false pout similar to when you first met her in the museum and she stole the book.

“Not even a kiss goodbye?” Ellie taunted, as her body hovered over yours pressing deepening to the stake that was carving into her shoulder.

“Only you could hurt me like this, god what are you doing?” Ellie whispered, with that the waterworks came through as you started to cry, sobbing viciously letting out cries of “get away” as she was in front of you.

“Shh…Shh…Shh” Elie started grabbing at your arms with a firm hold from the base of your wrist gripping tightly. “Don’t cry” Ellie comforted you as she kept one arm around yours holding the dagger and another one up at your temple to which she leaned in giving you a kiss on the cheek staining your cheek with blood. Not her blood or your own but someone else, making you cry even more.

“I don’t- I can’t…we’re over Ellie” You cried out, sniffling in between sobs as your head dropped in defeat. 

“I’m sorry I lied to you. . . I’m sorry for what I did. . .I can’t control it, you know that right?” Ellie took a large gulp as she backed away from you shaking out her hands. Ellie was suddenly getting nervous, panicking at the way you were crying.  “I just get these urges, I only feed when I want to feed off you so I don’t hurt you. Babe, please listen to me”

“I have to kill you.” You dropped the bomb as Ellie’s sudden panicked state turned defense; she was getting angry and hostile. “I let you into my home…I let you kiss me, I let you fuck me and you didn’t think once to tell me who you really were”

“How is that fair?”

Ellie was numb, staring at you; her lover with a deadpanned expression on her face, deprived of any emotion, she was being straightforward “If you are gonna kill me don’t use that it’s not gonna work” Ellie spat, backing away as she walked over to her coffin staring down at the white cushioning inside. Finally wiping her chin with the back of her hand. 

“You’re gonna let me kill you?” you inquired, lowering the dagger by your waist as you watched Ellie watch over her own coffin.

“Only you. Because I know eventually you’ll miss me and take it out and set me free.”

“You don’t know that” you shook your head.

“But I do, I always do” Ellie took the initiative to reach into the coffin similar to how Abby did when the two of you first entered the tomb, patting the bedding as her eyes scrunched up in confusion as she looked away from you.

“Wait where is it”

You knew what she was looking for.

“Y/n what did you do with the dagger that was in this coffin…god what is that smell who is in here with you” Ellie was growing pissed off; anger nagging at her as she was looking control again, fangs poking out on instinct as she grew hostile within the room.

“It’s just me…” 

Ellie shook her head closing the coffin. “No someone else is here I can feel them” 

“Ellie…it’s just me” you whispered, trying to convince her as best as you possibly good. There was no way she would buy it, but you could lie your ass off and hope she wouldn’t sniff out the hound. 

“You can’t kill me with that, I say you just go for it and let whoever took the main piece finish me off” 

“Ellie I can’t—”

“I love you!”

You froze, you were her lifeline her weakness. The tether that kept her together as your soul was indefinitely embedded in her own. I love you, so sentimental and meaningful you didn’t wanna use it lightly and in this moment you knew she wasn’t using it against you. 

“Hey…shhh don’t cry, I love you” 

You had no time to prepare, lost in her lustful green eyes, pupils dilating at the sight of you. As Abby snuck behind her, stabbing Ellie in the back making the both of you let out a gasp. Ellie looked down to her chest seeing the dagger poking through the other side of her body. Black blood pooled out and meshed with her black camisole. Ellie tilted her head to look at you, who had your arms steady around her shoulders so she wouldn’t tip over. Your Ellie gave you a faint smile. Your fear-stricken face, eyes wide as you looked at Abby who paced around Ellie to see if the dagger even worked. 

“H-have…fun”

“What?” you jabbed, face scrunching up in confusion. Ellie didn’t look afraid to die, hell she knew you would need her. Her words slurred as she was slowly succumbing to an endless slumber. 

“Have fun, my blood is….blood ‘n your veins…I’ve put…I put my blood in your tea. Good luck being a vampire baby fangs”

Baby fangs. 

Abby shouted NO! Behind you, but it was far too late. Ellie took out her hidden arm revealing a similar dagger to her very own; raising her arm up reflexively to jab it into your own neck as your blood started to pool out. No, it wasn’t going to kill you permanently. However, it would trigger a death into human you and allow you to become what Ellie was. What you tried so hard not to be. 

A bloodthirsty vengeful vampire. 

You panicked at your slow-beating heart; transcending you into a state of permanent drowsiness and immortality. Beats moving slower and slower as if your heart was put in a freezer locker and your body was chilling over. There was nothing you could do, it was too late. Tears pricked your eyes as a salty clear tear dripped down your face as you felt yourself lose consciousness collapsing on top of your already stoning lover. She betrayed you, the sneaky sly fox was ahead of you. A wolf in sheep’s clothing 

“I told you I loved you.”

© cowgirlcherrie

[veronyxk84]

Spuffy Fic Recs — November/December

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I present a list of 10 Spuffy fics I’ve read mostly in December, but because I couldn’t get much reading done last month (and thus I had no recs) I decided to make this one a double. They’re all complete, all recent, and all links are for Sunnydale After Dark. Fics marked with the 🎁 emoji were written for SAD’s SADvent Calendar 2024. (NOTE: some or all may be available on other archives as well).

Listed from oldest to most recent; see the publishing year (on SAD) before the title.

Some reviews are taken from my own comments left for the stories. I tried to make them short and not spoiler-y.

(2024) Baby, it’s cold outside by Julikobold [G] 🎁 one shot

Summary: Buffy and Spike go sledding. But before they can ride down the hill they need to go up. In snow. Buffy is not amused.

Review: Get ready to cozy up with Buffy and Spike as they hike through a magical snowed land. A romantic winter holiday with a side of playful banter.

(2024) SantaCon Comes to Town by bruskiboo [PG-13] 🎁 one shot

Summary: Dawn is finally getting Buffy to take a vacation, to the Big Apple! With Spike and Buffy happily together, a new license showing she is of legal age, and a whole itinerary of holiday fun and festive drinking planned, what could go wrong??

Review: Enjoy some fun shenanigans in this lovely holiday fic. I loved seeing Spuffy in their settled relationship through Dawn’s POV and learning about an actual event of which I had never heard of. Our heroes even had to “slay” an unexpected baddie in a very festive way!

(2024) First and Last by kcchameleon [R] one shot

Summary:“It felt like ages that they stood, the whole room between them, eyes locked in a way that felt more intimate than anything he’d experienced before in all his years, living and dead.” Buffy and Spike spend one last night, before the battle that would change everything, in each other’s arms.

Review: A delightful take on Chosen’s fade-to-black scene that left us all guessing what happened next. Guess no more: here’a an answer you’re sure to enjoy!

(2024) All We’ve Ever Done by Claire [G] 🎁 art: comic style

Summary: It’s all they’ve ever done. Moved with each other. Fallen into rhythm. She’s denied it, but what if Buffy was ready to stop dancing around the truth and be swayed by what her heart already knows: that the man who shows up for her without missing a beat could be the man of her dreams? Spike’s never needed an invitation; he’ll follow anywhere she leads.

Review: This is particularly dear to me because it was made for the SADvent Calendar exchange as a gift from my prompt. Beside that, I recommend it because of the STUNNING art in comic style and a lovely reimagining of some iconic S5 Spuffy moments. Your eyes and hearts will be happy to read (and feast on) this!

(2024) Mismatched Memories by kcchameleon [PG-13] one shot

Summary:“The body swap. With Buffy.” “She fill you in on the whole deal?” “She told me it went down. Failed to mention who was driving her skin around.” When and how Spike found out it wasn’t Buffy in the “Who Are You?” episode. Season 6 missing scene.

Review: If you’re eager to discover how and when Spike found out about the infamous body switch that led to Faith!Buffy hitting on him at the Bronze, here’s the one-shot for you! Truly enjoyable.

(2024) Snapshots From My Idiot by Claire [G] art: photo album

Summary: Buffy’s Spike selfies collection. (Otherwise known as any excuse to put Spike in glasses!)

Review: Another art masterpiece from the wickedly talented Claire! Enjoy a series of amazing Spuffy manips by taking a peek into their personal photo album, complete with scribbled notes that make everything even more magical.

(2024) Buffy’s A Christmas Carol by Alyot [PG-13] 🎁 one shot

Summary: ‘So, let me get this straight…’ Buffy began. ‘You’re not Faith, just the spirit of her, and you’re here to teach me some life lessons and stop my Slayer destiny turning me into an unfeeling bitch incapable of love?’

‘Got it in one, B!’

‘And why now?’

‘It’s Christmas Eve, dummy!’

(Or, that time Buffy relived A Christmas Carol.)

Review: A clever reimagining of the classic tale by Dickens, with Buffy being the one who receives the visits of the “ghosts.” I guarantee that you’ll love the characters that the author chose to be Buffy’s guides through her past/present/future Christmasses and the effect their visits will have on her.

(2024) Gifts from the (Undead) Heart by Grief Counseling [PG-13] 🎁 one shot

Summary: Spike pays Buffy a visit on Christmas Eve, bearing gifts. An emotional, romantic scene set between Wrecked and Gone.

Review: If you love S6 with a hopeful twist, this is the fic for you. Follow Buffy’s chaotic (but fun) train of thoughs as she struggles with how she feels about a certain bleach-haired vampire who has turned her world upside down... and as she learns that maybe it’s not all that bad.

(2024) Interesting by honeygirl51885 [PG-13] one shot

Summary: Buffy and Spike come off as a boring couple to complete strangers. But what happens when you pull back the curtain?

Review: Sequel to Boring which was featured in my July Fic Recs. If you didn’t read it back then, I suggest that you do, and here’s my review from July:

I had never read a fic with Spuffy seen from a different POV, it’s a clever angle, and in this case also amusing! I couldn’t stop laughing with (original character) Jessica being progressively more wrong about them with her every guess. Poor soul!

This sequel makes the strangers from Boring reconsider their opinion on Buffy & Spike in the most amusing and satisfying way. And of course there’s some good Spuffy banter!

(2024) Spiralizer by Girlytek [NC-17] 🎁 one shot

Summary: Spike gets a Spikebot made to help protect Dawn. The best laid schemes of vamps and men go oft awry.

Review: I never knew I needed a Williambot in my life until I read this story. A humorous but very clever re-imagining of the final episodes of S5 with a new, peculiar player joining the Scoobies and perhaps changing everyone’s fate for the best...

[anparna]

Ok, so I tried a little something. It‘s still a WIP and it‘s going to take a bunch of time until it‘s finished but I wanted to share my little project with you 👀😊

I made a storyboard-animation-kinda-thing with a few finished templates. Most of them are still scribbles though.

The song is from the Buffy Series from the episode „Once more with feeling“.

I loved it so much that I had to „animate“ this little Storyboard here. :) Hope you like it.

[marigoldbaker]

This felt like the kind of friend that Buffy wanted to make. She considered her next move very carefully. Fishing a pencil out of her bag, she leaned across the top of Brie’s desk, then wrote in careful, precise, upside-down lettering: can I sit with you at lunch? :) Brie looked up and beamed. She glanced furtively at their homeroom teacher, then scribbled her response: Yes Absolutely!!! (Buffy's got a destiny, and her new friend Brie is destiny-free. Really.)

yes i am starting another thing. no i cannot promise the thing will be finished. BUT this chapter was really fun to write, and i have more ideas, so.... fingers crossed?

this is for @via-whitmore because i know brie would not exist as she does without her influence. love u always <33

[lorax-devito]

🥲

okay so my musical obsession has been obsessing recently and I’ve been listening to a lot of them

will and deh

he basically sang if I could tell her in the van scene

I’m sobbing

I’ll copy and paste the lyrics here for you guys that don’t know the song :

He thought you were awesome

(Zoe/love interest part)-He thought I was awesome?

(Zoe/love interest part)-)My brother?

Definitely!

(Zoe/love interest part)- How?

Well...

He said

There's nothing like your smile

Sort of subtle and perfect and real

He said

You never knew how wonderful That smile could make someone feel

And he knew

Whenever you get bored

You scribble stars on the cuffs of your jeans

And he noticed

That you still fill out the quizzes That they put in those teen magazines

But he kept it all inside his head

What he saw he left unsaid

And though he wanted to He couldn't talk to you

He couldn't find the way

But he would always say

If I could tell her

Tell her everything I see

If I could tell her

How she's everything to me

But we're a million worlds apart And I don't know how I would even start

If I could tell her

If I could tell her

(Zoe/love interest part)- Did he say anything else?

A-about you?

(Zoe/love interest part)-Never mind, I don't really care anyways-

No, no, no, just, no, no, he said-he said so many things, I'm just I'm trying to remember the best ones, so, um-He thought

You looked really pretty, er-It looked pretty cool when you put indigo streaks in your hair He did?

And he wondered how you learned to dance

Like all the rest of the world isn't there

But he kept it all inside his head

What he saw he left unsaid

If I could tell her

Tell her everything I see

If I could tell her

How she's everything to me

(They both beautifully sing this part)-But we're a million worlds apart And I don't know how I would

even start

If I could tell her

If I could tell her

But what do you do when there's this great divide?

(Zoe/love interest is singing this)-He just seemed so far away

And what do you do when the distance is too wide?

(Zoe/love interest is singing this)-It's like I don't know anything

And how do you say

I love you?

love you llove you

I love you

But we're a million worlds apart And I don't know how I would even start

If I could tell her

If I could

Zoe would obviously have to be genderswapped to be a guy and it wouldn’t be about her brother it would be about El but you get the idea

I’m sobbing crying throwing up bc if stranger things was a musical (which I would love to see,imagine Vecna and Steve dancing around the stage-it could be like that one buffy the vampire slayer episode,anyway that would be hilarious) will would definitely sing a song like this

(and Max would sing defying gravity in the graveyard scene)

I guess this could work for Mike but in my head will sang this song just in a less weird way that Evan did

[rjalker]

one of the weredogs from my dream. Her name was Buffy. Apparently unrelated to the character.

She kinda looked like a rottweiler but slightly off. More brown patches and less bulky, but not as lean as a doberman.

Very tall when on all fours.

The only one of the multiple weredogs present who I could actually "see".

[ID: A scribbled MS Paint drawing of a weredog showing the front half, on all fours, with a very dark grey coat, with brown on the muzzle, belly, lower legs, brows, and as large spots on the folded ears. The eyes are small and black. She looks to the side with a slight frown. End ID.]

Buffy here, like the rest of the weredogs, were all out of control while transforms and very food-aggressive. Someone had for some reason decided that throwing dog food directly on the floor in the room they were all locked in would be a good idea. I had to try and distract them all with a peice of bacon while I tried to lure them all into correctly-sized crates so they could chill out without trying to kill each other.

this character is public domain because I said so.

edit: here's a scribble of the rest of the scene. me standing on a table with a random chunk of unsliced bacon surrounded by weredogs that I'm trying to distract from killing each other.

for the record they were never going to attack me, just each other. I wasn't afraid of them at all. I just didn't want them to hurt each other.

[ID: An MS Paint scribble showing a stick figure standing on a table, holding a red blob labeled bacon, saying, "Crate time! Lets go in our crates! Crate time!". In the background is a scribble of a large dog crate, and Buffy the weredog above is in the foreground, with fiive other shadowy sillowets of weredogs around the table, one of whom is standing up with their front paws on it, staring at the bacon. Little specks cover the ground to show dog food on the ground. End ID.]

[xfangheartx]

Summary- Verosika comes to say goodbye before she heads out for rehab.

Preview:

  “Mind if I come in?” Verosika asked as she entered the apartment while Vortex waited outside. Loona and Buffy stood nearby, unsure of what to do or say as the pop star made her way into their home.

  “Why even ask?” Blitzø asked with a slightly annoyed look on his face, and yet he made no fuss. “You pretty much walked in anyway. What are you doing here, Ver?”

  “Just thought I’d come and say goodbye,” Verosika answered as she looked at him. “I’m going back to rehab tonight.”

  “Oh… right,” Blitzø muttered as he rubbed the back of his head. “Fizz told me about that.”

  “Figured he would,” Verosika replied before she looked up at the pictures on the wall… and that’s when she saw how many of them had Blitzø’s face scribbled out of them, which caused her to blink in surprise.

  “Oh, shit…” she muttered.

  “So… do you want anything or…?” Blitzø inquired.

  “Huh?” Verosika muttered as she looked at him. “Oh, uh… no. Not really. I’m not trying to stay long.”

  “You sure you don’t wanna sit or anything?” asked Blitzø as he gestured to the couch, and at first, Verosika still seemed a bit unsure… but then again, she had never really seen this side of Blitzø before. He was being surprisingly cordial to her, not making any attempt at a joke or innuendo. It was a little surprising, but at the same time, somewhat refreshing.

[geekstuffkittykat]

Finished buffy. Scribbled this while watching the final episodes and stopped because 😭😭😭😭. This show is amazing. Really enjoyed the lighting colours of this shot. Thankyou @nocturnal-cryptid for the suggestion ❤

[maxypadz]

More Nintendo art

[threewaywithdelusion]

Tagged by @dodger-chan. Thanks! This was fun! If anyone wants to do it, I'm tagging you

1. How many fics do you have on AO3?

42

2. What is your AO3 word count?

205,076

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Stranger Things, All For the Game, the Raven Cycle, the Shadowhunter Chronicles, Black Sails, Buffy, and whatever my current obsession is at any given time.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Promises (AFTG)

A Yes Isn’t Always a Yes (AFTG)

You Me Her (Stranger Things)

No Assholes in the Car (Stranger Things)

Chance Encounters (Raven Cycle & AFTG crossover)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Usually, yes. If I think too much time has passed, then I get embarrassed and don’t.

6. What if the fic you wrote that has the angstiest ending?

spinning (for you) is quite angsty and is about the slow demise of a relationship between Steve/Eddie.

I Know That I Love You, But I’m Still Learning (To Love Myself) is dark throughout and tells the story of the night Ronan ended up in the hospital. TW: suicide attempt

B’s New Vamp is definitely the fic where I’ve gotten the most comments saying the ending killed them, though I think the ending is quite happy (if not for Faith, the POV character).

7. What is the fic you wrote that has the happiest ending?

This question has made me realize I don’t really write happy fics. Maybe In Another Life or You Me Her?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not usually. One person told me a fic of mine was “the stupidest most far fetched thing ever” even though I tagged for the plot point they didn’t like. They did say I have great writing though, so I’m choosing to take it as a compliment.

9. Do you write smut?

Not that I’ve ever posted. I would write it if it was important for the characters/scene/plot to show the scene in detail.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I’ve written one! It’s an AFTG and Raven Cycle crossover where Ronan and Nicky meet. You can read it here.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, one of my AFTG fics, Promises, had been translated to Russian. I have no clue where to find it, but the translator was nice enough to report back the comments on the Russian version.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No. But I had to co-write an essay for class one time and nearly killed my co-writer/friend, so I don’t see that in my future.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

That’s a very hard question to answer. But some of my long-time favorites are Andrew Minyard/Neil Josten, Sydney Sage/Adrian Ivashkov, Buffy Summers/Spike, and Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood. A niche one that had a chokehold on me is Karma/Amy from Faking It.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have three incomplete WIPs posted, so hopefully one of those. I’ve also been working on a Malec time travel fic for about 8 years at this point because I’m stuck on one particular scene, so it would be nice to get past that one of these days.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think my short fics are my best work. Usually they cook in my head for a few days, then come out all at once at four in the morning with tight writing and cohesive themes.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Long fics are definitely a weakness of mine. Also dialogue and fight scenes.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in the fic?

I am guilty of doing this, but find it annoying when it’s long blocks of dialogue with no context clues to decipher what’s happening.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The first fics I published were Buffy fanfics on Dark Solace Elysian Fields. I’m almost certain I scribbled fanfic in my high school notebooks, but I don’t remember what fandoms they were for.

20. Favorite fics you’ve published?

It’s like picking my favorite child. But I do love some of my children better than others.

I’m most proud of my ability to imitate a character’s voice in B’s New Vamp (which also features possible the worst fic summary I’ve ever written).

A Yes Isn’t Always a Yes is the fic I’m probably most proud of overall, especially because of the sensitive subject matter and the lovely comments that some people who related to it left.

[brazyspirit]

 blasting  stay frosty royal milk tea  by  fall out boy  down  main  street  we’ve  spotted  KODA JACKSON   sporting  their  leather  trench  coat .  the  twenty nine  year  old  VAMPIRE  who’s  been  in  town  for  ONE YEAR  often  can  be  seen  walking  the  streets  late  at  night , nursing  a  whiskey , spinning  his  favorite  record  or  working  as  a  BARTENDER  at  THE OLD HAUNT.  people  say  they  display  LOYAL  and  IMPULSIVE  traits,  but  we  rather  trust  their  vibes: hot  cups  of  coffee , discarded  cigarettes  on  the  floor , an  air  of  mystery  surrounding  him . also,  we’ve  heard  they  love  GAMBLING !   aren’t  they  fascinating ?   

FULL NAME ⸻  KODA JACKSON. AGE ⸻ TWENTY NINE (AT TIME OF BEING BITTEN - CURRENTLY 30). GENDER ⸻ CIS MALE. SEXUAL ORIENTATION ⸻ GAY. PRONOUNS ⸻ HE/HIM. OCCUPATION ⸻ BARTENDER. FACECLAIM ⸻ KIT YOUNG. INFLUENCES ⸻ SPIKE (BUFFY), DAMON SALVATORE (THE VAMPIRE DIARIES), RAPHAEL SANTIAGO (SHADOWHUNTERS)

BIOGRAPHY ⸻ tw: assault – twenty years in the bustling city of london was how koda’s path started. a devoted stay-at-home mother and a hard-working farmer of a dad adored their boy despite his antics. as he made his way through the schooling system, it was evident that koda would most likely follow in his parents footsteps. it was the beginnings of a troublemaker; after-school detentions, letters home, an undiagnosed boy who needed more support than what was offered. he tried his best to be good, in order not to disappoint the person he cherished more than anything; his mother.  during his teenage years, koda’s mother fell ill. It was his duty to care for her while his father remained working on the farm, providing a roof over their heads and a stable environment for his mother to recover in. despite his best efforts, recovery was not god’s plan for mrs. jackson, and she succumbed to her illness just a few short weeks later. the once lively boy fell into the deep end of despair and struggle. no longer attending school and spending long nights out of the house, the frustrations of his father only grew. he couldn’t control his son, he knew the boy was hurting, if the whiskey bottles stashed in his bedroom or empty cigarette cartons thrown on the floor gave anything away. koda found his way into local gambling dens, betting his most valuable personal items in exchange for an hour of rush, never returning home with less than what he started with. he was good. he could read a poker face like it was written on their forehead, always knowing when it was time to bow out. that was until he hit his first real jackpot. freshly eighteen, koda found himself going home with thousands in his pocket instead of merely hundreds. he had a skip in his step, overjoyed that he could finally action the plan he had been dreaming of since that fateful day at fifteen. he returned home for what would be the last time - a note scrawled on an old piece of paper with a goodbye and the money on the kitchen table, enough in his pocket to buy his one way ticket to america. leaving the city of london behind, koda tried to get a fresh start in the world of new york. it was only a few months before his depression got the best of him. he missed his mother, his father… but he knew the man would be better off without his behaviour hindering him.  the night it happened started much like the others. he spent the day scribbling away in his notebook, shielding it from passersby in the coffee shop he frequented, followed by making his way between the various casinos that the nearing cities had to offer. it was as if his stroke of luck that had kept his pockets filled for years had finally vanished. before he knew it, he was out of money. he’d bet his car keys, his apartment, each round spiralling until he had nothing more to give. he’d thrown away everything in a feeble attempt to chase the feeling of euphoria he so desperately needed. stumbling into one of the rougher bars not far from his apartment, one drink became five, his smart mouth got him in trouble with people he shouldn’t, and fights broke out. before long, koda was shoved onto the floor of an alleyway next to the bar, steel-toe boots being kicked into his stomach, a few strangers watching from afar. It was new york - no one would report it, no one cared. no one batted an eyelid when fangs reflected in the moonlight, koda being left there for dead, surrounded by his own blood.  what he didn’t expect was to be bitten. he’d heard of vampires, grew up listening to stories of dracula and the little vampire, but he never dreamed it would actually exist. he prayed the fangs were a figment of his imagination, the desire for death and blood loss conjuring it up.. but it was real, and so was his first feed.