#v: tbt

[wickedlehane]

@sunnydalescoobiies {buffy} gets a S4 AU based on this gifset

The first few weeks of school at UC Sunnydale weren't so bad, even if Faith was never the biggest fan of homework. But she liked the independent living, knowing she had a watcher for a safety net should anything go wrong out here on the Hellmouth -- since the last Slayer died, and so did the girl before that. Diana Dormer's own work required her to stay on the faculty back at Harvard, but she and Faith could communicate through the academic system (in addition to the good ol' fashioned phone).

Of course, college was a balancing act. Between her basic courses, psychology specialization, and nightly patrols, Faith knew she needed to carve out time to unwind with a little fun. Thankfully, UCSD had frats full of dudes looking to dance with the fresh meat.

Faith didn't really know any of these older guys, but she liked it that way. Made the chase more fun, and if she ended up in bed with someone, it was easier to fade into the night if they weren't sharing the personal stuff. She did recognize a few people from her classes, though -- not all the names were sticking, but the faces were familiar. Especially the blonde girl who was on the first floor of Stevenson Hall, and had a few courses with her including Psych with Professor Walsh. Bunny, or something? But the slayer wasn't exactly here to make small talk over homework assignments and the quality of dining hall food. So for now, she grabbed one of the cheap beers the boys were stocking and proceeded to dance her way to the center of the room with a guy or two hovering around her hips.

[rxmlxw]

@insidi0sum „ hey. you look tired. you alright ? “

A GLASS FILLED WITH GIN IN HIS HAND , BROCK SLOWLY LOOKED UP , BROW ARCHING up as he stared at the other , letting out a soft huff at the question. was he alright ? could he ever be alright ? he knew the answer was clearly ‚no‘ , but like he would tell anyone about it , especially some stupid kid ? he‘d rather die. „ none of your business. “ , he growled quietly as he raised the glass to his lips and downed it with one gulp. not that the alcohol did much to his body , he would need a lot more than to finally feel it and he exhaled a deep sigh as his hazel hues settled on the other. „ you‘re always like this ? just asking stranger about bullshit , that‘s not yours to know or do you just like to get probably killed if you just walk to some random guy ? “ , he asked , rolling his eyes slightly.

[darknessxmuses]

@adoredwatson continued from here

❜A walk sounds lovely. Especially if there’s flowers to be seen. But are you alright? I mean—I know the answer is probably no based on the state of the room—❜

Belle didn’t like to stay seated too long, not unless she was reading or something in that vein. But she just wanted to help this woman—clearly her papa trusted her and wanted her to help in some way.

[laviexenrose]

Stella Mayfair was, by all accounts, regarded as a good friend by Isabelle, despite the fact that the two women could not have been more different in appearance or temperament. In truth, Isabelle doubted whether her former roommate had genuinely viewed her in much the same light– as a good friend, or a friend at all. A few months had gone by, and she had not heard so much as a peep from the other, but that was about to change…

The envelope was rather small, lighter than a feather. On the back was Isabelle’s name handwritten simply in ink. The writing looked quite familiar, though at that moment she couldn’t remember to whom it might belong. As Isabelle unsealed the flap, a curious sensation overwhelmed her. Eliminating suspense in the blink of an eye, she unveiled the invitation for a cruise party. A cruise party! Her features twitched with a mild surprise. While assuredly there weren't many people who would bother sending Isabelle anything in the mail, one of the last persons she would have ever guessed would be Stella– granted, at this point in time, she truly had no clue this invitation was from her, and in retrospect, she was not so surprised it was for a party. No, that had Stella Mayfair written all over it, and honestly, Isabelle felt a little silly she hadn’t easily determined who would invite her to such a grand soirée.

…

It was two weeks after she had received the curious invitation that Isabelle found herself boarding the ship, wondering if she’d made the right decision to come alone. It was a little reckless but also one of the most exciting things she had done in a while now. Perhaps for just this one time, she could fling some caution to the wind, let loose and maybe even enjoy herself a bit.

The party was in full swing. Once on board, Isabelle gave herself the moment to take it in– the crowd, the music, the incessant buzz of chatter and laughter, the liveliness of it all. Here, it was easy to forget about the rest of the world. The only thing Isabelle couldn’t get away from was wondering about who it was she needed to thank for sending her an invitation. And what better time to find out than at the party itself.

After mustering up the courage to approach people she didn’t know, Isabelle asked several of the partygoers, most of whom had likely had one drink too many, and none who knew who was host. Well, at least she had made an effort to find out. Afterwards, Isabelle chose a lonely corner to stand, feeling like a fish out of water as she quietly sipped champagne. Always taking pleasure from the simplest of things, she contentedly listened to the music, and that was good enough reason to stay a while longer. @desxgnees

[viijaya]

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[rxvonna-a]

Steve // @herosquandary

It really feels as though Steve will never get home. A few short errands, he said, yet here she is waiting at the kitchen table waiting for him to return, legs bouncing up and down nervously. Her coffee sits untouched in front of her, stone cold, and she's looking toward the door with her hands folded together.

She silently mouths words to herself, practicing exactly what she wants to say and how she wants to say it. Her own anxiety about the situation is pretty much sky high, but she doesn't want to just attack him or fly at him with her news the moment he walks in. She wants to be calm, ready to discuss everything rationally.

The practicing does no good, however. He has barely closed the door behind himself when she stands and walks quickly over to him with what can only be described as a panicked expression on her face. And without any ceremony whatsoever, no hesitation, and no regard for the fact that he's got his arms full of just purchased items, she blurts out what's been bothering her for a couple days now.

"I think I'm pregnant."

[battlcbornterminated]

“ hey— look at me. you can talk to me. ” (for Alexander)

REDFIELD Sent in a Meme for // ALEXANDER WESKER //

Seconds from opening the front door to his home. Alex heard his phone chime. It sounded like the notification sound He used for His Fatheyr. Stopping, one hand pressed against the door knob, he fished out his cellphone from his back pocket. A grin forming on his lips. He had been begging his father to let him go with him to Africa. He knew the ins and outs of Wesker's business. So, it wasn't like going was going to reveal anything to the young man. But Albert never liked taking His son with him to any sort of business trip. His Safety was always number one, and nothing would change that.

But Alex thought for a moment that maybe his father was saying he could come along now, that they were through with the secret experiments. Alex didn't care if Excella was going to be there. She annoyed him, but he could deal with her traumatic ass, to be able to spend some time with Albert. Tapping the small envelope icon, he froze. It wasn't from His Father, it was from Umbrella. How? Why? They didn't know his number, or did they? But his eyes froze on the first sentence of the text message. In dark bold lettering, it read. ' WE NO LONGER NEED TO WORRY ABOUT WESKER! SEEMS CHRIS REDFIELD TOOK CARE OF THE PROBLEM FOR US. KILLED ALBERT IN AFRICA, WITH A ROCKET LAUNCHER!

The male was frozen to his spot, every muscle went numb. Breath became ragged, as the tears began to well up in his eyes. Burning and blurring his vision. His Father was DEAD!, & by the hands of Redfield! The one person Alex had suspected for awhile was his Mother. He couldn't breathe, couldn't move, he felt like screaming and crying all at once. This was the way he found out about His Father, was by Umbrella, gloating in a text message. Hand fell away from the door knob. He could barely stand, his body was shaking from the cry that tried to come.

But it couldn't, it was like it was stuck. How could he walk inside that mansion right now, when it was fulll of memories. Hand raised, pressing against his chest, as he fell, body nearly crumbling to the ground. And it was like the blow, was enough to jar loose his flood of emotions. Tears streaked his face in hot streams. As he fought to breath through the raw emotions that rode him.

What was he going to do now? Where was he going to go? How was he going to live without his father? He wrapped both arms around his torso and began to rock slowly. Sitting on the steps of his home. Anger building with every breath filled tear. And that was when he heard him. Heard Chris's voice. Those tears turned into anger, as he flew up from the bottom step. Hand forming into fists at his side. His own eyes mirroring his fathers, as they glowed with that red flare.

" How dare you fucking talk to me, after you killed MY FATHER. "

ANGER, RAGE & REVENGE shone out of those red slitted eyes. He moved, blurring in and out of the others vision. Seconds later, he slammed his fist forward, connecting knuckles against Chris's jaw. And then spinning around faster then humanly possible, sending his other hand to clamp around the other male's throat. Slamming him back into the stone railing. The anger, the pain of loss, and everything else was to much for the male, causing him to loose grip on Redfield. And he fell to his knees, head bowed, and body convulsing with the rack of cries that over took him. He didn't have it in him to fight. Grief was to much to push aside right now.

" You killed my Dad, Why? " His voice was flat, but full of sorrow and pain. As he hugged his knees tightly into him, head buried into his legs.

[artistmarchalius]

Broppy Capture AU, where Branch didn’t confess after World Tour, but a love confession when all hope seems lost is just what they need to free themselves from Velvet and Veneer.

A version without text can be found under the cut.

[wickedlehane]

Faith wasn't exactly used to being relied on. Or being overly helpful, for that matter. At least in matters that didn't directly involve slaying. But destiny was always a bitch like that, playing jokes on the ones involved. And so Cordelia's Spidey-Senses were playing up right when Faith was the only one around to help.

Her mind was buzzing with thoughts, repeating a laundry list of priorities. Painkillers, weapons, water, painkillers, weapons, water, a way to get to where they were going. Shit. Faith shuffled through the supplies as best as she could find them -- maybe being a Slayer had her a little spoiled when it came to not needing to raid the medicine cabinet for much more than clean bandages when the time called. Her advanced healing factor pretty much took care of the rest.

Before too long, she resurfaced with a rattling bottle of pills and a full bottle of water. She nearly whipped them at Cordelia in her panic, but instead slid them over across the desk, trying not to slip in the remnants of the puddle she'd created earlier. "Here. That work?" The other girl did not look good, fighting through whatever psychic call she was receiving. Faith tried not to stand and stare, checking her gear bag as Cordelia did what she needed to do.

"You tell me where I need to go and what I gotta do, 'kay?" There was no way Cor was coming along with, was she? Then again, Faith didn't know this city as well as the other, and there was still the matter of transportation. Something told her that taking a bag full of medieval whoop-ass on a public bus wasn't going to go so well.

"Just what the hell are we dealing with?"

"I don't know. Just go," Cordelia snapped. Then, she waited until the sound of Faith's footsteps receded to fall apart.

Dropping her pounding head until it was pillowed atop her arms, Cordelia let out a sob. Every cry hurt, made the steadily growing ache pressing against the inside of her skull compound on itself until she was barely aware of anything else - but she couldn't stop. She was so tired of hurting, of fighting, of experiencing every excruciating moment of strangers' worst nightmares in their place... Being left with no one but Faith to help was simply today's final straw.

Still. No matter how shitty she felt, there wasn't much time left for a pity party. No stranger to shoving her true feelings down, it took mere moments for the sobs to fade down to sniffles and Cordelia to sit back up, wiping away any traces of tears before Faith could see. With a trembling hand she picked up the pencil again, slowly but surely getting down a rough sketch of what that thing had looked like. No other knowledge of what it was, no time to find out; she could only hope it was the right kind of demon where Faith's brute strength would be enough.

Nothing else for her to do until Faith returned, except fight through the blinding pain threatening harder and harder to claim her mind with every passing minute.

[wickedlehane]

@sunnydalescoobiies {robin wood} gets a surprise starter! ;)

"Faith- make me a deal, alright? We live through this, give me the chance to surprise you."

"-no, man. You don't get it, I probably just ate a bad slice of pizza or something. I don't get sick."

The words 'bad slice of pizza' were blasphemous even to Faith, though she was sure certain New York City snobs would have to agree some places were bad, before following up with a hoity-toity list of insider recommendations (that more often than not had one or two establishments that were actually a front for demonic activity, unbeknownst to the average city slickers). She'd picked up a lot of specific social cues since moving to Big Apple with Robin.

It had been a few weeks, maybe verging on a month ot two at least since Sunnydale went from an outie to an innie, and the Scoobies were scattered to the winds. Buffy and Dawn took a little bit of a break before heading towards the Cleveland Hellmouth. Giles found some cushy library somewhere. Willow opted to take some time with the Devon Coven across the pond. Angel was still holding down Los Angeles, and everyone did their best to warn each other of any impending apocalypses. New York had been Robin's idea, since he grew up there with his mom and then a watcher after Spike... Faith couldn't imagine being a slayer in the big city like that. At least this place didn't have a Hellmouth- just a hell of a lot of weirdos.

"I think your city's trying to kill me," Faith shrugged, grabbing a Gatorade from their apartment fridge and taking a swig. The place wasn't swank, but then again she wasn't picky. Roof over her head, walkable neighborhoods, takeout at any hour (especially after patrol). It wasn't Boston, but it wasn't half bad. She dropped heavily onto their couch and rubbed the side of her face with a groan. "I must've picked up a bug on the subway or something. I thought slayer healing was supposed to help this."

[darknessxmuses]

❜Oh, I didn’t mean to bother you. If I had known you were busy I would have waited. ❜

The brunette wiped her hands on her dress, she was here to meet with someone. The purpose of the meeting was unclear but she knew that if she didn’t go her papa would be disappointed. She began to take a step towards the door, waiting to see if they were finished first.

[laviexenrose]

* . ⊹ @thisvastmultiverse x

The sound which had come from Hadley arrested Isabelle’s heartbeat for a moment. Her eyes widened at the instant understanding of Hadley’s words. It was the moment they had been awaiting. “I-I’ll bring some warm towels straight away. But first, you should lay down. Here, allow me to help you.” Reaching out her arm, Isabelle waited for her to take her hand. “Do you feel like you need to push?” 

[artistmarchalius]

can you tell us more about broppy capture au?

Sure! Here’s a little somethin’ somethin’:

So, Branch didn’t confess his feelings to Poppy at the end of Word Tour, he felt like it needed to be its own thing and that Poppy deserved to be in the moment after saving the world. He thought there’d be plenty of time to confess later. They still have a good connection though now that they’re better at communicating.

They’re out in the hot air balloon on another adventure when a strong wind knocks them off course towards the woods near the base of Mount Rageous and they get stuck in a tree. They aren’t able to shift the balloon on their own so when they see Velvet and Veneer (who are out hunting for Trolls to use) they ask them for help, but instead V&V capture them.

V&V now have a Troll to use each (His and Hers Trolls) and because Velvet is more trigger happy with the spray bottle, Poppy deteriorates quicker than Branch.

[kalopsic-lagomorph]

FANTASTIC PLANET AU?????

[wickedlehane]

Look, Faith knew she wasn't the sharpest crayon in the box. But she wasn't a complete idiot. And even if Buffy didn't like surprises, it wasn't like the brunette slayer was walking them into an ambush or something. No, in fact, she's rather tickled when the trio of vampires emerge bearing the paper party hats Faith had arranged with them earlier.

"Surprise! Happy birthday, B," she laughed, her own smile growing at Buffy's clear amusement at the situation. "Figured it was cleaner'n getting a pinata all set up. The trade off bein' there's not exactly any candy."

The vampires were clearly irritated seeing the slayers discussing their presence like they weren't there. "I told 'em it was your birthday and that we were gonna patrol and all... well, I promised I'd lead the slayer right to them and I guess I did. Didn't say what we'd do after that."

One of the trio looked visibly disappointed, and the others slapped their hands across his chest to stand him upright.

"Two slayers, three of us. I like these odds," one hissed, putting his game face on.

Faith clapped her hands. "Seriously, boys -- I really appreciate you showin' up for B on her big day. It'll be the best birthday she's had in years." She turned to Buffy and then tilted her head at the vamps. "Wanna do the honors, party girl?"

†  ――――         ❛      IF  YOU  KNOW  ANY  BUFFY  STUFF,  you  would  know  that  buffy  doesn't  like  surprises   —   i'll  make  this  exception,  though       ❜      buffy  responded  with  a  hint  of  smirk  on  her  lips.  buffy  would  let  faith  surprise  her  with  anything;  which  really  goes  to  show  just  how  far  their  relationship  has  grown.

BUFFY  COULDN'T  HELP  BUT  CHUCKLE  AT  FAITH'S  WORDS,      ❛      they're  few  and  far  between  but,  yeah  sometimes  you  know  what  you're  doing       ❜     she  playfully  replied,  elbowing  faith  gently  in  her  side  to  indicate  she  was  joking   —   sort  of.  heading  to  the  restfrield  cemetery  side  by  side  with  faith  brought  back  some  memories  of  them  patrolling  during  their  high  school  years.  those  were  memories  buffy  looked  at  fondly.  she  watches  her  feet  as  they  traveled,      ❛     you  never  cease  to  amaze  me,  faith.  you  really  know  the  way  to  a  girl's  heart,  don't  cha     ?       ❜      she  snickered  bashfully  under  her  breath,  cheeks  hinting  pink.  as  they  entered  the  cemetery,  buffy  looks  around,  begins  to  scan  the  area  for  any  vampires  lurking  around  the  corner.        ❛      i  couldn't  think  of  a  better  crowd  myself   —   wait,  did  you  hear  that     ?       ❜     buffy  asked,  stopping  faith  with  an  extended  arm  blocking  her.  she  perks  towards  a  crypt,  hearing  sounds  of  low  growls  and  a  twig  snapping.  that's  when  three  vampires  emerged  from  the  shadows,  wearing   [   ....   ]   birthday  hats?  buffy  covered  her  mouth  to  stop  the  eruption  of  uncontrollable  laughter  that  almost  crept  its  way  through.  she  looked  at  faith  with  amusement  dancing  in  her  eyes.        ❛      you're  joking   —   faith,  this  is  hilarious.  where  did  you  find  these  guys     ?      ❜    she  asked,  a  wide  smile  overtaking  her  features.  the  vampires  frown,      ❛     hey,  i  didn't  agree  to  this  to  get  laughed  at.      ❜                  ❛      well,  you  sure  didn't  do  it  because  you  thought  it  was  a  good  look  on  you.       ❜

[wickedlehane]

@sunnydalescoobiies {Nikki and Robin} gets a starter

The books said pregnancy dreams could get wild, but Faith could tell (even in her unconscious state) when something was a little more on the psychic end of sleeping than not. The slayer's prophetic dreams didn't come often, but when they did, they were loud and clear. Lucid. More often than not, she felt herself living them and living through them -- the coma had been full of unconscious fears and frightened attempts to connect with or protect herself from Buffy.

But in this dream, she was walking through Central Park at night. The rolling green lawns were wet with midnight dew, and a nearby street lamp cast a glow that rivaled the moon. Beneath that was a woman she didn't recognize by look, but by the mystical tether that connected Faith to generations of other women she'd never speak to, but owed so much to.

"You're... Robin's mom, aren't you? Nikki..." The girl said as she approached. Usually when other Slayers appeared in her dreams, Faith was looking through their eyes, feeling their deaths. A warning, a premonition -- don't repeat this. Don't let their fault be your undoing. She even felt it when Buffy died the first time. Drowned. Bitten. Crushed, stabbed, cursed. Faith had lived a thousand lifetimes and yet, so few Slayers walked the path she was walking now, one of motherhood. But Nikki had once.

"You have a good son," she said, taking a seat on the bench near the lamp post. Faith's stomach had begun a gentle swell at four months. Their last trip to the doctor revealed they were having a daughter. Probably, if fate still had a sense of humor, a slayer. "...Am I wrong to be so scared?"