[buffster]

she was never meant to live this long . prophecy said die young , save the world , rest in peace . but peace never stuck to her skin . now the world keeps spinning , asking her to bleed a little more each time it trembles . she’s learned that hero and haunted are sometimes the same word , and she’s fluent in both.

a selective and mutually exclusive portrayal of BUFFY SUMMERS from BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER . grounded in canon yet open to all universes , this blog explores buffy’s journey , her choices , her scars and her strength within and beyond the hellmouth . slayed by maddie , 29/gmt . medium activity level . read the slayer handbook before you bite .

001. real life comes first . i love writing , i love plotting , i love building little worlds with cool people , but i also have a full-time job and an occasionally fried brain . activity will ebb and flow depending on how life behaves . you’re always welcome to poke me for a virtual snug ( i encourage it ) , just please don’t pester for replies . i’ll get there , promise .

002. basic human decency . no racism , no transphobia , no homophobia , no sexism , no ableism , no bigotry , period . this space is meant to be safe , welcoming , and kind . if that’s not your vibe , the unfollow button is free .

003. mutuals & connections . this blog is mutually exclusive , meaning if i follow you , i want to write with you . or at least , i can see our muses vibing someday . it also probably means i’m lurking on your blog like a cryptid because i’m shy . i’m here to make friends and stories , so feel free to say hi first if i haven’t yet . i don’t bite ( unless the plot calls for it ) .

004. triggers & content . this blog can and will explore mature themes : blood , violence , trauma , death , the usual sunnydale special . i tag what i can , but if there’s something you need tagged for your comfort , please just tell me . no judgment , no questions , no fuss . your safety > my aesthetic . always .

005. communication is sexy . if you lose muse , need a breather , or want to drop a thread , just say so . no guilt , no awkward fade-outs . i promise i won’t take it personal . life gets weird , brains get tired , and this is supposed to be fun , not homework .

006. formatting & aesthetics . i love a pretty dash , but this isn’t a style olympics . use icons , don’t use icons , bold or lowercase . whatever feels right . i care about what you’re saying , not what it looks like .

007. shipping , chemistry & chaos . romantic , platonic , enemies-to-still-text-once-a-year . i’m open to whatever sparks naturally . no forced ships , no weird energy . let it breathe , let it build , let it break things . chemistry first , always .

008. memes & mischief . memes are my native language and my main way of saying hi , i think your muse is cool . if i throw one at you , it’s an invitation , not an obligation . respond , ignore , hoard . whatever makes your brain happy .

009. duplicates & crossovers . duplicates ? i adore you . crossovers ? hell yes . the multiverse is my playground , and buffy can exist anywhere . from sunnydale to the underworld to a space diner at 3 a.m .

[buffster]

this shit only happens to people in horror movies . (from gale)

buffy lets out a short , dry laugh . the kind that says oh honey , welcome to my tuesday. ‘ please . this is basically my whole life’s genre at this point. ’ she gestures vaguely at the world around them, eyebrows lifting. ‘ creepy settings , ominous vibes , people doing the exact opposite of what a sane human would do ? i could give wes craven notes. ’

she steps a little closer, voice dipping into that classic buffy mix of sarcasm and sincerity . ‘ but here’s the thing . horror movies only end badly if you don’t have a slayer on your side. ’ a beat , a wry little smirk . ‘ stick with me , and we’ll make it to the credits. ’

[buffster]

okay life got kind of insane for a second there ?? hi everyone . how are we all doing ? 💕

[buffster]

you couldn't pay me to go down there .

buffy arches a brow, arms crossing as she glances toward the ominous dark whatever–it–is dazzler’s refusing to go near . ‘ yeah, can’t blame you. creepy dark holes are so last season. ’ her tone’s light, but there’s that flicker of slayer instinct behind her eyes . sizing it up , measuring the threat .

‘ still… if something slimy and fangy’s hanging out down there , guess that means it’s kind of my rsvp–only situation. ’ she grins , a quick flash of bravado before she starts toward the edge . ‘ you can dj from a safe distance . i’ll handle the crawlspace of doom . ’

[broughtdoom]

despite  himself,  hellboy  feels  the  tug  of  grin  on  his  face  and  he  can't  help  but  admire  the  young  woman's  tenacity.  she  knew  what  she  was  talking  about,  and  he  half  wondered  if  the  bureau  had  ever  reached  out  to  her  for  a  job.  "  believe  me,  miss,  if  i  could  swap  the  horns  and  tail  for  a  more...  inconspicuous  look  i  would  do  it  in  a  heartbeat,  "  in  fact,  he'd  spent  most  of  his  life  wishing  against  all  odds  that  he  could  one  day  become  a  real  boy,  just  like  pinnochio.  he  listens  intently  as  she  lists  out  all  the  possibilities  for  who  could  have  drawn  the  unholy  symbol.

"  you  sure  know  a  lot.  judging  by  what  almost  came  out  of  that  thing,  i'd  wager  we're  dealin'  with  that damned  coven,  "  hellboy  let  out  a  frustrated  tsk.  of  course  it  was  a  doomsday  cult.  he'd  had  enough  of  them.  what  was  so  great  about  rebirth  if  it  meant  having  to  destroy  everything?  even  all  the  good  and  beautiful  parts  of  the  earth,  surely  they  deserved  to  stick  around,  "  only  name  i  got  is  hellboy.  it's  on  the  nose,  i  know. you mind tellin' me yours? and  you  think  you  could  show  us  to  this  coven,  maybe  help  get  some  questions  answered? i'd owe you for the help.  "

[buffster]

there’s a low sound , somewhere between a laugh and a sigh . the scythe lowers another inch , gleaming faintly in the firelight . she’s still not convinced , but she’s stopped seeing him as the thing she’s supposed to kill . that’s progress . ‘ hellboy , huh ? points for honesty . i’ve met demons who go by brad . never trust a brad . ’ she studies him for a beat longer . the set of his jaw, the exhaustion sitting heavy under all that stone-and-fire bravado , then sighs. ‘ buffy , ’ she says finally , offering the name like a truce . ‘ and before you ask , yeah , that’s really it . just buffy. ’

she glances toward the blackened circle again, lips pressing into a thin line . ‘ if it’s the same coven i think it is , they’ve been making noise around here for a few weeks . bodies turning up in weird patterns , lots of burned–out symbols , heavy on the biblical drama. ’ her tone softens just a touch , seriousness threading through the sarcasm . ‘ they like hiding in old churches or places that used to be churches . anywhere they can play with fire and pretend it’s holy light. ’ buffy rolls her shoulders , tension shifting into motion . ‘ alright , hellboy . you wanna find this coven ? i’ve got a lead , a hunch , and the general sense that tonight’s not gonna end with me getting to shower . ’ a pause , then that glint again . humour , challenge , a little trust . ‘ you watch my back , i’ll try not to stab yours . deal ? ’

[buffster]

this shit only happens to people in horror movies .

@bnjmin ♱

buffy huffs out a laugh . short, disbelieving, the kind that says yep, welcome to my tuesday. ‘ yeah, well, newsflash, ben . horror movies had to get their material from somewhere. ’ she kicks at a bit of broken glass, scanning the alley like it might lunge at them. her voice stays light, but there’s steel threaded through it, the kind that comes from too many nights like this one. ‘ trust me, i used to think that too. normal girl, california tan, big dreams, smaller attention span . then bam. vampires. demons. guys named ben who apparently moonlight as walking bad decisions. ’

her gaze flicks to him , amused, but not unkind. ‘ rule one of surviving horror–movie life? don’t split up. rule two? ’ she hefts her stake, smirk curling. ‘ stay close to the girl with the sharp stick. ’

[buffster]

' maybe we should… y'know, check it out? ' and one last one from xander.

buffy tilts her head, giving xander that mix of fond exasperation and 'you’ve got to be kidding me'. ‘ check it out . famous last words . right up there with what’s the worst that could happen . ’ she glances toward the dark doorway xander’s pointing at, the one practically screaming bad idea in demonic morse code. still, she rolls her shoulders, grip tightening on the stake tucked in her palm. ‘ you really have a thing for spooky basements, don’t you ? fine . ’ she jabs the torch in her other hand toward him, playful but pointed. ‘ but if this turns into one of those buffy fights for her life while xander holds the flashlight situations, i’m instituting a new scooby policy . ’ she steps forward, smirk sliding into place. ‘ whoever suggests the death trap goes in first . ’

[yourdisco]

❛ you goddamn teenagers , don't you think it's macabre for you to be interested in such deathly pursuits ?   ❜ pointing at the blonde with her cigarette , this house would make a skeptic a believer . constance questioned her sanity when she lived here , the house drove her son to an unspeakable way into darkness . . . that was her belief . now , hiding vivien's baby away , constance finds solace in the house full of the past . . . still living .

❛ you've come from californian dream to what ? see a haunted house ?  ❜ taking a drag of nicotine , carefully blowing smoke into the space between them . she's careful and she's protective . ❛ go home before you don't . . .   ❜

@buffster liked for a starter from CONSTANCE LANGDON .

[buffster]

the cigarette smoke curls like a warning , ghosting through air that already feels too crowded with the dead . buffy doesn’t flinch , doesn’t blink . she’s seen worse things crawl out of worse corners than this woman and her nicotine–stained sermon . the place hums wrong . not the kind of wrong she can stab , but the kind that clings . old , damp , human misery dressed up as wallpaper . her mouth curves , half a smirk , half a dare . ‘ guess that makes me the macabre welcome wagon . ’ she tilts her head , eyes flicking over constance with that california–girl brightness that’s more armor than charm . ‘ but hey , what can i say ? i’ve got a thing for fixer–uppers with murderous pasts . keeps me humble . ’

she steps closer , boots creaking against the old floorboards like they’re whispering back . the slayer in her recognizes the way the house breathes . how it exhales cold spots and whispers names that no one should still know . the girl part of her , what’s left of it , just wants out . but curiosity’s a bad habit , and buffy’s been quitting for years . ‘ go home before i don’t ? ’ she echoes , voice soft , chin lifting . ‘ lady , that’s kinda my brand . ’

[the-crooked-library]

say what you will but spike was a real one for still fixating on buffy while the rest of sunnydale was simping over jonathan that one time. he was so down bad, even magic couldn't curb it. that's a proper freak right there

[buffster]

「      @hellswire    」     :      LIKED FOR A RANDOM STARTER    .

hell’s kitchen hums the way graveyards never do : alive and rotting at the same time . buffy’s still not sure if that’s better or worse . she’s been here three nights , which is about three more than she planned . the kind of trip where she tells herself it’s just patrol , and then suddenly there’s a guy on a rooftop doing the same thing she is , but with better branding and catholic guilt for seasoning . she hasn’t met him yet , not really . just the shadow version : the one that moves like a secret and bleeds like a man . right now , she’s crouched on a water tower , one hand curled around a stake that’s already splintering at the edge . below , a handful of vamps are trying real hard to look like small–time thugs , but the stink of undead is something she could spot blindfolded . ‘ city that never sleeps , ’ she murmurs , voice dry , ‘ guess that includes the bloodsuckers . ’

she doesn’t turn when she feels it . that pulse of something else . not vamp , not human . her mouth twitches , almost a smile . ‘ didn’t think this neighborhood came with its own nightlight , ’ buffy says , still watching the street . ‘ but if you’re gonna brood up there , at least tell me you’re house–trained . ’

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 . ( a collection of horror - based dialogue prompts . adjust phrasing as necessary . mature themes present . )

you'll never get what you want .

we need to stay together . no 'splitting up' bullshit .

nobody ever prepared me for this .

so you've just been lying to me this entire time ?

there's too much blood , i can't stop it .

this is over when i say it's over .

[ name ] , be careful . i've already lost enough people that i care about .

i never should have trusted you .

this is getting really out of hand , okay ?

i feel like we're not alone .

revenge is the best medicine !

put your head on straight , this isn't over yet .

maybe we should ... y'know , check it out ?

run . run and don't stop .

i thought i saw something ... i - i must be going crazy .

you couldn't pay me to go down there .

the cops are on their way .

would you rather stay here and die ?!

there's no such thing as [ ghosts / demons ] . it's made-up .

you aren't going anywhere .

i'm putting you out of your misery .

i know you think you're untouchable , but they will kill us .

you shouldn't have touched that .

we aren't going to make it out of here , are we ?

why are you following me ?

there has to be a medical kit here , somewhere .

i'll go with you . strength in numbers , right ?

don't move ... a fucking muscle .

fuck , the door is locked from the other side .

don't get ... dead , okay ?

that was the only [ bullet / round / flare ] we had .

did you really think it would be that easy ?

we've come too far , we can't turn around now .

put down the [ weapon ] . please .

come on , help me barricade the door .

[ name ] , is that ... blood ?

haven't you seen a horror movie ? the blonde always dies .

it was you ? YOU did this ?!

you are gonna fucking pay .

i'm going to give you ten seconds . nine , eight ...

i want you to admit what you did .

hey , look at me -- it's not real . it's not real .

do you think they're watching us right now ?

we're in this together . no one gets left behind .

let them go ... please , just let them go .

oh my god , what the hell was that ?!

you know i'm capable of this .

i had to ... i had no choice .

you don't have the guts .

this is fucked up , this is so fucked up .

what we're dealing with isn't even human .

you need to hide . find somewhere & don't come out .

stop ! don't touch that . we don't know what it is .

i've done bad things to good people .

if they catch us , they will kill us .

why are you covered in blood ?

i can't ... i can't feel my -

[ name ] is dead . i saw it happen .

what , you're gonna kill me ? i don't believe you .

there is an evil in you . i see it .

this shit only happens to people in horror movies .

forget about me , just save them .

what's one reason i shouldn't kill you right now ?

you aren't supposed to be here .

please don't . i'm begging you .

are you scared ?

whatever happens , don't let go of my hand .

[ name ] , this isn't you .

well , what the fuck are we supposed to do ?!

get out of my house before i call the cops .

you're going to regret that .

there's that smile ... i'm glad it's the last thing i'll see .

if we make it out of here , tonight will haunt me forever .

[buffster]

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graveyards have a language all their own . buffy’s fluent in it by now : the hush between headstones , the sigh of dirt that remembers every name it’s covered . the moon’s out ; pale , nosy , judging her shovel technique . she’s not sure if she’s burying the thing she killed , or the part of herself that keeps needing to kill . either way , it’s good cardio .

the night’s quiet , almost polite , until it isn’t . not monster , not wind . footsteps . heavy , steady , practiced . her shoulders tense , breath stills , but she doesn’t turn . turning’s for people who trust what they’ll see . instead , she tilts her head , a smirk ghosting across her face . ‘ You’ve got about ten seconds before I assume you’re something with fangs and bad timing. ’

[dailybuffysummers]

BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER | 7.04

[buffster]

♱ GET TO KNOW YOUR MUTUALS ― answer and tag six people you want to know better.

favorite color: i’m such a pastel girlie it’s not even funny . pastel green , pastel purple , pastel yellow . the holy trinity of soft & sweet vibes

last song: bittersweet by madison beer <3 it’s been on repeat all day . she just gets it

currently reading: never let me go by kazuo ishiguro and it’s breaking my heart in the quietest way possible . love that for me

currently watching: rewatching buffy ( always , forever , eternally ) for muse

currently craving: something sweet & chewy like haribo . honestly would trade my soul for a bag rn

♱ tagged by @broughtdoom SMOOCH ! x ♱ tagging @wantdead , @razorfst , @stormdcosmic , @bdazzled , @sm4llville , @ogalactus ♡

[buffster]

she is the chosen one , the girl who died ( twice ) , & still found time to save the world , again . canonically from sunnydale , spiritually wherever there’s chaos & character development . the multiverse keeps opening , she keeps showing up . someone’s gotta stake the problem . female muses & ocs highly encouraged. slayed by maddie , 29 , gmt . ( 21+ & mutuals only. ) sarah michelle gellar is the face of buffy here .

[buffster]

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there’s a flicker in the sky before she even looks up . that particular kind of wrong her instincts have learned to recognize . not danger , exactly . more like presence . like the world holding its breath for someone . by the time she rounds the corner , the air smells like ozone and scorched asphalt . classic . she’s seen enough end–of–the–world setups to know the look : crater in the street , lights still humming overhead , everyone else gone quiet . except the man standing in the centre , impossibly calm amid the wreckage . and , okay , she’s not blind . the whole cape thing’s a look .

she stops a few feet away , boots scraping against pavement , scythe balanced casually against her shoulder like she just happens to carry ancient mystical weaponry around all the time ( because she does ) . her head tilts , eyes narrowing . not suspicious , exactly . more like she’s cataloguing him : posture , tone , that quiet kind of glow he seems to give off just by existing . ‘ so , ’ she says finally , voice light but edged . the kind that could turn from banter to battle in half a heartbeat . ‘ you’re either here to help , or you’re about to make my night way more complicated . ’

[buffster]

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buffy moves through the dark with her blade drawn , eyes sharp , heart doing that annoying thing where it tries to beat out of her chest . the hunt was supposed to be quick . in , stab , out . but she should’ve known better . it’s never just a few demons . it’s never just anything . the first one hits her before she even finishes the thought . claws , fangs , way too much slime for a saturday night . she shoves back , lands a clean swing , and the thing goes down with a noise that definitely isn’t human . great . one down , a few more already moving in . ‘ yeah , ’ she mutters under her breath , circling , ‘ should’ve brought backup . or , you know , a flamethrower . ’

they’re fast . too fast . and their eyes glow like hellfire in strobe mode , which would’ve been cooler if they weren’t trying to rip her apart . she kicks one in the chest , slashes another across the throat , but they just keep coming . laughing . whispering that not–quite–language that makes her skin crawl . she’s heard a lot of creepy in her time , but this ? this feels ancient . she stumbles , catches herself on a cracked pew . blood slicks her palm . not great . one of them grabs her from behind , slams her into a wall hard enough to make her teeth rattle . she fights anyway , because that’s the job , right ? keep swinging , even when you’re down to fumes and spite .

the air changes then .

it hums . bright . sharp . too clean to be demonic . the demons feel it too . they freeze , hiss , back away like the light burns . buffy blinks through the haze , breath ragged , heart pounding in her ears . something’s here . someone . she doesn’t know if it’s friend , foe , or another apocalypse with good lighting . ‘ okay , ’ she rasps , eyes scanning the shadows , ‘ if you’re one of the bad guys , pick a number . but if you’re here to help — ’ she exhales , trying for a laugh that comes out cracked , ‘ — now would be a really great time to prove it . ’