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angelthemanspanker · 10 months ago
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my favourite headcanon that doesn't hold up under scrutiny is the idea that the Great Dawn Retcon only actually affected like thirty people in Sunnydale and no one else, enabling stuff like Buffy telling Angel over the phone that she has to go pick up Dawn from school and Angel's like huh I guess she has an instantly grown teenage kid too, small world
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kimodraw · 11 months ago
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buffy fanart from the past few days,,,,catching up on the real hashtag classics first two are kind of mignola studies and the last ones are me enjoying oz and willow's puppy love :))
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johnsspacesuittight · 1 month ago
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watching some Angel again and I love it when a little bit of his Very old man comes out they're at a restaurant and he complains about the prices and then is like "I'm not cheap I'm just old, I remember when a few bob got you a good meal, a bottle and a tavern wench" with just a hint of the (albeit not very good) Irish accent lmao
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deafblindshorty · 6 months ago
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Gwen: I know you feel betrayed. Miles: Yes, well, that's one of the unpleasant side effects of being betrayed.
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shannara810 · 2 months ago
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I know I’m not a genius with graphics programs, but sometimes I like to fiddle here and there.
For my Tyler Addams 'verse 🖤 @fullofwoe5321
(The verses are from Angelus' monologue, from Buffy season two. Always loved his arc).
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lou-wilham · 17 days ago
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The family that slays together. . . stays together.
The Hunters of Ironport series asks the following questions:
What if Buffy was a bi dude?
What if he was also a tired af millennial?
What if he put himself in charge of training the next gen of hunters?
What if he cussed a little?
OK a lot.
BLURB:
Sometimes the hunter becomes the hunted.
Overworked, and underappreciated, Eric Marcelino just wants to hunt the vampires plaguing Ironport, keep his students out of the field, and somehow make it home in enough time to get a full 8 hours of sleep. . . maybe 6. Tony McMahon and his sister arrive in Ironport looking for a fresh start. Only Tony didn’t count on the instant attraction he feels toward the Huntsman’s golden boy, Eric, nor being drawn into an ancient prophecy set to end the Huntsman forever. Something strange is brewing in Ironport. With bloodsuckers, the Council of Creatures, and his students breathing down his neck, Eric has to wonder if he’s in over his head and if a potential boyfriend might be the final nail in his coffin. This is gonna suck.
PURCHASE LINK
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thepunkmuppet · 10 months ago
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also, HAPPY 27TH ANNIVERSARY YIPPEEEEEE <333
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broknfeed · 4 months ago
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Cont from here w/ @little-miss-buffy
—— “Well, yeah!” He exclaims, his face against the wall, “love is to sex and pain is to death, what do you expect? I don’t make the rules.” He exhales, using his speed ability to remove himself from the grip. Now, across the room from Buffy. He looks at her, eyes furrowed and annoyance drawn on his face.
Only because Buffy is a good friend to his friends he wouldn’t touch her. Also because he actually liked her company — sometimes. But when the two caught themselves in physical altercations, The two didn’t recognize or knew each other in those moments. Making it fair game. However, no killing.
He massages his neck with his right hand, “you ever thought of anger management? Cause you need it,blondie.” He says.
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initiumseries · 2 years ago
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who are your favourite black characters - animated and not animated
Oh fun question. We capitalize Black in this house, and this is absolutely going to show my age but you asked, and I wouldn't say favourite for most, because I don't know that I have a strong attachment to every show but did like them, and you'll probably notice, most of the time they just have to be Black and on a show for me to like them so here we go:
As usual, in no particular order -
Numbuh 5 - Kids Next Door
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I thought she was funny, and she was Black and that's really all it took for me, lol. I based one of my characters off her actually.
Miles Morales
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I feel like this goes without saying.
Goliath - Gargoyles
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LOL this is so funny to me because the VA is BLACK. And Goliath always read to me as Black, and Elisa Maza...anyway lol. It always struck me as deranged that whenever the gargoyles in general, but ESPECIALLY Goliath AND Demona turned human, all of them were always white. Just didn't make any sense even as a kid, and I blame racism. This is probably the only time I'll go up for non-human characters coded as Black and no I won't be arguing about this.
Out of the Box
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This dude held me down after school every day and the song still SLAPS.
Mr. Trick - BTVS
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He is SO unsung but I loved almost every scene he was in.
Lieutenant Van Buren - Law & Order
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The only cop I like. she sued the cops for racism.
Detective Green
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Before he was on that stupid DC show, he was a cop on a better show lmao. See above.
Storm - X-Men & Xmen Evolution
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She's Storm.
Virgil Hawkins - Static Shock
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One day we'll talk about what the fuck is up with all the Black people having electric powers, but today we'll put some respect on Virgil's name.
John Stewart/Green Lantern - Justice League/Unlimited
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The only green lantern I recognize.
Vixen - JLU
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John fumbled her BIG TIME.
Abbie - Sleepy Hollow
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This show fumbled her BIG TIME. Lord release us from the shackles of Black people being cops in shows.
Papa Pope
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He rocked my ENTIRE world off axis when he showed up and read Olivia for filth and then fucked up her white side piece.
Annalise Keating
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She was SO messy, but she should've killed them kids too.
Michaela Pratt
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I had issues with her SL but she was a real one.
Greenleaf patriarch & matriarch - Greenleaf
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tbh with you it doesn't really matter what these two people are in, I'm going to watch the fuck out of it.
Lafayette - True Blood
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I feel like this goes without saying. RIP.
Romeo Carter - Student Bodies
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for OBVIOUS reasons.
Jett Jackson - Jett Jackson
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Again, obvious reasons. RIP.
Ashley Banks - Fresh Prince
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I liked her because she was around my age when I was watching the show.
This whole family - Family Matters
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I don't have a favourite. This whole family was Black in a time where there were few Black people on tv much less whole families.
Hobie Brown - Across the Spiderverse
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Obvious reasons.
Chloe - Sabrina the Animated Series
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I feel like I've dug significantly into the archives of my brain. I'm sure there are characters I've missed, but this is what I could remember. Fun! - oh wait no!
Prudence
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She stole the damn show. I watched for her and Ambrose *only*
Tak & Quellchrist Falconer - Altered Carbon
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This sleeve of Tak specifically.
Michael Burnham - Star Trek Discover
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She acts her ass off in any role so honestly it doesn't matter.
T'Challa - Black Panther
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No I will not expand. Sigh. RIP.
All of them - Black Panther
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Ok I think I'm done. I've reached into the archives of my childhood, and I'm sure there are more I've forgotten, but yeah, here's top of my head. :)
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wherethedeadneversleep · 2 months ago
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Miracles and Targets
Buffy zipped up the last duffel bag and surveyed the now-empty apartment. A month of silence from Dean had made her decision clear. She couldn't wait any longer, couldn't risk staying exposed. Her hand drifted to her still-flat stomach. The child growing inside her was a miracle — and a target. Michael's offspring would be hunted by every demon, angel, and monster out there. She had to protect her baby at all costs.
With a deep breath, Buffy shouldered her bags and took one last look around. So many memories here, good and bad. But it was time to go. She'd left no forwarding address, no hints of her destination. As far as the world was concerned, Buffy Summers had vanished without a trace.
She pulled the door closed behind her with a soft click. There was no turning back now. The stairs creaked under her feet as Buffy descended, each step taking her further from the life she'd known. Outside, the night air was crisp, carrying the scent of fallen leaves. She paused on the sidewalk, scanning the quiet street. No sign of Dean's Impala, no familiar rumble of its engine.
Buffy's fingers tightened on her bag straps as she strode towards the battered pickup truck she'd bought with cash three days ago. It wasn't much to look at, but it would get her where she needed to go — wherever that was. As she tossed her bags into the truck bed, Buffy's mind raced with possibilities. Where could she go that was safe ? Where could she possibly communicate with an archangel trapped between realms ?
She climbed into the driver's seat, the old springs creaking beneath her weight. Her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as she took a deep breath. She had to think clearly, strategically. This wasn't just about her anymore.
The engine sputtered to life, and Buffy pulled away from the curb. As she drove through the quiet streets of the town she'd called home, her resolve strengthened. She'd faced apocalypses, hell gods, and the First Evil. She could handle this. The highway stretched out before her, a ribbon of asphalt disappearing into the darkness. Buffy's eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, watching the town's lights fade into the distance. No one following her. Yet.
As she drove, a plan began to form in her mind. There was a place, a sanctuary she'd heard whispers of during her years as a Slayer. A hidden monastery in the mountains, where the veil between worlds was thin. If anywhere on Earth could provide protection and a connection to Michael, it would be there. Buffy pressed down on the accelerator, her mind made up. The miles flew by as she drove through the night, stopping only for gas and to grab a few hours of restless sleep at out-of-the-way motels. She paid cash, used fake names, and kept her head down. Old habits die hard, and right now those habits might just save her life — and her child's.
Three days later, Buffy found herself winding up a narrow mountain road. The air grew thinner, the vegetation sparser. Her truck groaned with the effort of the climb, but she urged it onward. According to the cryptic directions she'd pieced together, the monastery should be just ahead.
As she rounded a sharp bend, Buffy gasped. There, nestled against the mountainside, stood an ancient stone structure. Its weathered walls seemed to blend into the rocky terrain, making it nearly invisible from a distance. This had to be it. Buffy parked the truck and approached on foot, her Slayer senses on high alert. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the whisper of the wind. As she neared the monastery's weathered wooden gates, a prickle ran down her spine. Something was off.
The gates stood slightly ajar, creaking softly in the mountain breeze. Buffy's hand instinctively went to the stake concealed in her jacket. Slowly, she pushed the gate open wider, wincing at the groan of rusted hinges. The courtyard beyond was empty, save for a few scraggly weeds pushing through cracks in the stone. No monks tending gardens or going about their daily routines. No sounds of chanting or prayer. Just eerie silence.
Buffy's unease grew as she cautiously made her way across the courtyard. The windows of the monastery were dark, some with shattered panes. This place had been abandoned - and not recently. As she reached the main entrance, Buffy noticed claw marks gouged into the heavy wooden door. Whatever had happened here, it hadn't been peaceful. She pushed the door open, stake at the ready.
The musty smell of decay and abandonment hit Buffy as she entered the monastery. Dust motes danced in the dim light filtering through the broken windows. Her footsteps echoed in the cavernous entry hall, disturbing years of silence. Buffy's eyes adjusted to the gloom, taking in overturned furniture and scattered debris. Signs of a violent struggle were evident everywhere she looked. Deep gouges marred the stone walls, and dark stains - old blood, she realized with a shudder - marked the floor in places.
" Hello ? " She called out hesitantly, her voice sounding small in the vast space. No answer came, save for the whisper of the wind through broken windows. Stake still gripped tightly, Buffy made her way deeper into the monastery. Each room she explored told the same story — a brutal attack, a desperate fight, and then... nothing. No bodies, no survivors. Just emptiness and decay.
As she climbed a winding staircase to the upper levels, a flicker of movement caught her eye. Buffy froze, every muscle tensed for action. But it was just a tattered curtain stirring in the breeze. She let out a shaky breath, trying to calm her racing heart. The silence and emptiness of this place were getting to her. At the top of the stairs, Buffy found herself in a long corridor lined with small, cell-like rooms. Monk's quarters, she guessed. Most of the doors hung open, revealing sparse furnishings coated in dust. But one door at the far end of the hall was closed.
Buffy approached cautiously, her footsteps muffled by the threadbare carpet runner. As she neared the door, a faint humming sound reached her ears. It wasn't mechanical — more like the resonance of a tuning fork, barely on the edge of hearing. Her hand hesitated on the door handle. Whatever was on the other side of this door, it was the first sign of... something... she'd encountered in this dead place. Taking a deep breath, Buffy turned the handle and pushed the door open.
The room beyond was small and circular, with a domed ceiling. Pale light filtered through a round window high above, illuminating swirling dust motes. But what drew Buffy's attention was the object in the center of the room. It was a mirror, standing about seven feet tall and framed in intricately carved wood. The glass was cloudy and warped with age, reflecting distorted images of the room around it. But as Buffy stepped closer, she realized it wasn't just reflecting — there was movement within the glass itself.
The humming grew louder as she approached, vibrating through her bones. Buffy's skin prickled with goosebumps. This was no ordinary mirror. She could sense the power radiating from it, ancient and otherworldly. As she stood before it, the swirling patterns in the glass began to coalesce. Buffy gasped as a familiar face took shape — Dean. He looked haggard, unshaven, with dark circles under his eyes. His lips were moving, but she couldn't hear what he was saying.
" Dean ? " Buffy whispered, reaching out to touch the glass. Her fingers met cold resistance, unable to pass through.
The image shifted, fragmenting into a kaleidoscope of colors before reforming. Now she saw flashes of other scenes — a dark cavern lit by hellfire, a pristine white room that could only be Heaven, a familiar suburban street that looked eerily like Revello Drive in Sunnydale. The images flickered and changed rapidly, as if the mirror was cycling through different realms or dimensions.
Buffy's heart raced as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing. Was this how the monks had communicated with other planes of existence ? Could this be her link to Michael ? As if in response to her thoughts, the swirling images in the mirror suddenly stilled. The glass cleared, revealing a familiar figure bathed in soft golden light. Buffy's breath caught in her throat.
" Michael, " She whispered.
The archangel's form was hazy, like looking at him through frosted glass, but his piercing blue eyes were unmistakable. He seemed to be looking right at her, his expression a mixture of concern and determination. " You promised to be my guardian angel. I’m in danger and so is our child. Where are you ? You’re the only thing I have left ! " She pleaded for answers but the archangel’s form remained still and unmoving.
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insufferablemonsters · 9 months ago
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𝔫𝔦𝔨𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔰 & 𝔟𝔲𝔣𝔣𝔶 - 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔲𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 @xxgotthedevilinsidexx.
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klaus  was  obsessed  with  the  idea  of  having  a  sense  of  control  over  the  vampire  slayer.  and  it  wasn't  just  any  vampire  slayer   —   it  was  buffy  summers;  she  who  is  the  longest  living  slayer  and  is  world  renowned,  creatures  feared  her   ...   But  not  klaus.  no,  he  wasn't  afraid  at  all,  rather  he  was  intrigued  and  absolutely  fascinated  by  her.  she's  vanquished  many  enemies  in  her  time  and  has  established  herself  quite  a  name   —  he  wanted  to  know  how,  why,  what  made  her  so  strong  and  stand  so  tall  above  the  rest.  he  had  made  it  a  point  to  find  out  himself,  but  he  was  quickly  stopped  by  the  slayer  herself.  she  was  too  smart,  too  insightful  to  sneak  past  and  watch  over.  she  would  always  know  when  he  was  around  and  the  question  begged;  was  it  because  of  her  extraordinary  senses  or  was  it  because  they  were  connected  unknowingly?  he  felt  her  when  she  would  near  and  he  would  miss  her  when  she  left.  why?  that's  what  he  had  to  know  and  that's  why  he  had  to  have  control  over  her  because,  if  he  didn't,  he  might  lose  control  of  himself.
he  couldn't  take  his  eyes  off  of  her.   ❛   don't  worry,  slayer,  i  read  between  the  lines,  how  could  i  miss  it?  it's  not  every  day  someone  is  as  brave  as  you  would  threaten  an  original;  thee  original  hybrid,  no  less   ...   ❜   he  replied,  smirking  slightly  with  his  brows  raised  up  mockingly.  just  another  thing  that  continued  to  plague  klaus'  mind,  her  bravery  and  her  confidence,  he's  never  met  anyone  like  her.  he  couldn't  help  but  roll  his  eyes  at  her  words,   ❛   m'  sorry,  i  didn't  realize  i  was  speaking  to  such  an  expert.  what  makes  you  think  you  know  me  so  well,  buffy?  i  would  be  very  careful  with  making  assumptions  'bout  people  that  could  hurt  you.  careless,  slayer   ...   ❜   he  scolded,  wiggling  a  single  digit  at  her.  as  much  as  her  boldness  frustrated  him,  it  made  him  drown  in  her  even  further.  that's  why  he  wasn't  going  to  lose  her  before  he  even  had  her.  he  shook  his  head  at  her  explanation  and  the  words  she  used  so  sarcastically.  how  could  she  be  so  playful  right  now?   ❛   please,  i  was  never  worried  about  you  to  begin  with.  not  until  now   ❜   he  responded  through  his  teeth,  grabbing  the  hand  she  used  to  hold  her  obvious  wound.  he  flipped  her  hand  to  see  it  covered  in  blood,  his  eyes  turning  a  golden  shade  as  his  concern  only  grew.  he  let  her  hand  go  and  took  no  hesitation  in  biting  into  his  wrist  to  create  a  blood  flow  through  two  small  holes  in  his  flesh.  he  presented  his  bleeding  wrist  to  her,   ❛   there  is  no  choice  here  for  you,  miss  summers,  drink.  you  must  heal.   ❜
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legendaryl0stpieces · 3 months ago
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2 (for Angel)
SOFT(ish) ANGST PROMPTS || Accepting
our muses reunite after receiver thought sender was dead. 
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The news had been something that Angel hadn't been expecting. The moment that he had gotten that phone call from Willow. God, he felt like time stood still after that and it would until he was able to see her again. Which is why, he was here now. They had met in the middle between Sunnydale and Los Angeles. Seeing Buffy, he felt like a weight had been lifted for a moment. "Buffy.."
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pollydoodles · 24 days ago
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These Endless Days (Are Finally Ending in a Blaze)
The Potential (Chapter 16)
Following the events of Civil War, the Avengers are disbanded, scattered and in hiding - and not coping all that well. The rise of anti-superhuman feeling continues, and it's not only the Avengers who are feeling the effects. Steve Rogers and team are about to discover a whole other world, and with it comes what might be the biggest threat they've ever faced.
In Moscow, 1990, a young girl's future is decided.
“A very special girl,” he says, and smiles again. Olga nods. Of course, she agrees, what mother wouldn’t, but Yekaterina does indeed have qualities that other little girls - other children, in fact - don’t seem to have. Even Ivan, despairing of the times he has had to trudge back to the schoolhouse, of the times he has had to bind his daughter’s knuckles and clean blood from her hair, acknowledges that there is simply something remarkable about her.
“She is,” Olga finds her voice in the quiet of their kitchen, and the man opposite smiles again. She thinks he seems to have more teeth than anyone she’s ever met before, but then again no one they know smiles as much as this man does.
“We - my colleagues and I - think that your daughter has a lot of…” he trails off before fixing her with an unblinking eye. “Potential.”
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renlyslittlerose · 2 years ago
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Working on some vampire obikin 💕
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“For the loss of this,” Anakin finally said, and he pressed his hand against Obi-Wan’s chest, touch steady and firm above his heart. “You have no idea what it is like to wake and feel nothing beating inside, Obi-Wan.”
Obi-Wan had never thought about what it would be like to wake with no heartbeat; to function but without the steady flow of blood - of life - coursing through him. The stillness must be unbearable at times, the silence terrifying. No thrush of blood from between the ears to tell you that you’re scared or excited, no heat in your cheeks to show humility and shame, no beating between the breast to show the passage of time, the aging of cells, the growth and decay of a body.
“Let me share in your life,” Anakin whispered. He pressed in close, their noses brushing. Obi-Wan closed his eyes and pushed himself back against the wall, but Anakin followed him. “Let me sleep with your heart beneath my hand, your pulse against my lips, your cock between my thighs. Let me live through you. Let me be a part of your humanity.”
“Anakin…”
“Please.”
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peppermintquartz · 4 months ago
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I know someone on here was talking about Slayer Buck but.
Slayer Maddie.
Buck feeling like he gotta protect Maddie and so follows her on patrol, almost gets bitten. Maddie running away from home and her Watcher Bobby when her secret was almost found out and the pressure gets too much. Buck learning how to stake vamps and kill demons from Bobby and runs after Maddie.
He knows she's not dead because there's no new slayer. He makes friends along the way: Eddie, a witch who's looking for his son's mother (another witch) - and protecting his magically gifted son from witch-hunters; Chimney, a werewolf (got bit by his best friend who comes from a werewolf family, but his best friend was killed by a werewolf trophy hunter and Chimney swears vengeance; Hen, a completely normal doctor and her wife Karen, who's a psychic and rocket scientist.
And then Buck encounters a nest run by Gerrard. He's nearly killed but is rescued by Tommy.
"Aren't you a vampire? You should be on their side."
"Well, I would, but they really hate me and would love to kill me."
This is around the time they locate Maddie, who's currently under the control of Doug (who has gained a lot of power through a demon), and it takes the combo of Buck, Eddie and Tommy to take down both Doug and his demon sponsor. It works. Buck finally sees his sis.
And approx three days from that, Buck and Tommy sleep together.
And Tommy loses his soul (not a curse, a poorly thought out plan from Gerrard)
Tommy without a soul massacres Gerrard and his cronies and takes over as the Big Bad. Maddie and Chimney and Bobby and Eddie know they have to kill Tommy. Buck outright refuses to cooperate with that. He delays Maddie and Tommy makes use of that, comes by to see Buck as if he's recovered his soul, and Buck very nearly falls for the act.
Until Eddie casts the spell that rejects vampires from a home and Tommy issues his threat: sacrifice Maddie or he murders a hospital of babies. (He's actually going to open the hell portal to swallow all of humanity)
Buck is devastated. With Chimney's and Karen's help, Hen manages to sneak the babies from the hospital home with Denny and Mara.
Maddie and Buck have a falling out again, Buck accusing Maddie of never liking Tommy and that's why she wants him dead. Buck impulsively runs away. Maddie goes after him, but she doesn't know where he's gone. Bobby keeps Eddie behind - he thinks he and Eddie can craft an ensouling spell.
Buck actually isn't angry at Maddie, he wants Maddie to be so angry she keeps out of the way. Maddie instead finds Chimney to sniff Buck out.
Buck locates Tommy and they fight, Tommy attacking all of Buck's insecurities, even making fun of their love, and finally Buck loses. Tommy bites him and drinks from him, but right then Buck cuts Tommy and drinks from him as well. Tommy just laughs and lets him.
Maddie and Chimney arrive but it's too late, Tommy has drunk deeply from Buck and given him enough of his own blood to make a vampire. And the reason why Tommy wants Maddie as a sacrifice? He wants Buckley blood. And Buck has basically given it to him. He opens the portal.
Maddie and Chimney are fighting Tommy when Eddie's spell crashes into both Tommy and Buck. The Hell portal is almost completely open. Maddie and Chimney take the opportunity of Tommy being disoriented to kick him into the hell portal. Before the portal can close, Buck finds the last ounce of strength he has to drag himself through, following Tommy into hell. With a full Buckley blood sacrifice, the portal closes.
Maddie is devastated; Chimney holds her.
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flappervcmp · 4 months ago
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@little-miss-buffy cont. from here
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"I can't believe you just used the term 'Kanye you', oh my god." Annie scoffed, shaking her head in mock disappointment. "Ok, so let's get this straight. You, vampire slayer, correct?"
Narrowing her eyes at the woman, she brought a hand up to her face to rub it in exasperation. "So, generally I assume that means you slay vampires? Well, exciting news, there's a creepy vampire in town who's back to stalking me, and I will literally pay you to get rid of him for me. Brief enough explanation for ya'?"
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