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❛ — The hardest thing in this world is to live in it . ❜
“ Into every generation a slayer is born : one girl in all the world , a chosen one . She alone will wield the strength and skill to fight the vampires , demons , and the forces of darkness ; to stop the spread of their evil and the swell of their number .
SHE IS THE SLAYER . ”
* Independent &&. selective Buffy Summers / From the creation of Joss Whedon’s Buffy The Vampire Slayer / As written by Ace
About Buffy: Google Doc
One day, you will find someone who loves you exactly as you are, just like I do. I love you too, Mom.
DEVI & NALINI VISHWAKUMAR + relationship development NEVER HAVE I EVER (2020– )
It’s Buffster’s birthday!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BUFFY ANNE SUMMERS! {January 19th, 1981}
vampires always like “i could kill you if I wanted” like? yeah? so could another human being. so could a dog. so could a dedicated duck. you arent special
starter for : @deathstakes / cont .
one set of hand pressed his fingers gently against her arm to keep her steady while the other tried its best to stitch her up quickly and minimize the pain . with the years of experience that he had acquired , his task was almost effortless for him , even though he knew that it wouldn’t be case for the person being treated . hence , it was up to both of them to make light of the situation and seek comfort in some lighthearted banter . he exhaled a chuckle at her words , while his eyes remained fixated on her arm . ‘ well , if i had known this was a competition , i would’a put some effort . ’ teasing smile flashed upon his lips , in case her eyes fell on him while he continued his task .
Sure, there was the death, gore and making the ultimate sacrifices for the world at the expense of her happiness, oh, and she couldn’t forget about the chipped fresh manicures after a fang dusting - but the plus side was the quick healing when it came to making with the ouch. That didn’t mean it wasn’t painful or that she wasn’t trying her best to keep from making the most minimal sound possible. “Effort that would have still resulted in a victory lap for me.”
For being in pain, she still was out here being a keeper of quick quip. Though, she should probably be nice to the one who was literally stitching her up. A slow, concentrated breath as she studied him. “Should I be concerned at how good you are at playing doctor?”
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Answered meme
( send me ‘ 🔴 ’ to generate a bloody scenario between our muses. feel free to specify a number if you’d like. inspo. )
11. your muse helping my muse clean blood off of them.
She was trying to be as still as a slayer with a bleeding arm could be, but the cut had spliced through skin a little deeper than she would have liked. Tweedle dee and tweedle dumb had been long gone and dusted, but they had left their mark. A hitched breath, she looked up at the vampire between furrowed brows. “I’ll be okay. It’s just a little blood, I can do it myself.”
The blonde laughed, quickly sucking in a short, pained breath. Okay, it stung a little, but she didn’t want to make Angel uncomfortable and do that whole vamping out thing that tended to happen... because he was a vampire. Fangs and blood were like oil and water, no bueno.
“I’m more annoyed about the rip on my sleeve if we are being honest.”
The fact that I think this could be the fresh start I really needed...
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Answered meme : ( send me ‘ 🔴 ’ to generate a bloody scenario between our muses. feel free to specify a number if you’d like. inspo. )
11. your muse helping my muse clean blood off of them.
Slow, shallow breaths leaving lips as eyes concentrate on the floor in front of her, trying to keep the black spots invading her vision to fully wash over her as Dean tended to the gash on her arm. No, she wasn’t going to be squeamish about it, because he would make fun of her for it and Buffy could stand for so many things (like the return of acid wash jeans making a comeback), but she wasn’t going to be made fun of, no sir. Sure, she didn’t HAVE to go after the last vampire but she had wanted to one up him so she could boast, except boasting was long gone and moved on when the fang had nicked her real good.
“Technically, I still got one more fang than you,” The blonde boasted, hissing mid-breath and wincing. Yeah, the boast was worth the pain.
A BLOOD LUST INBOX MEME. TRIGGER WARNING: blood, murder, death, violence. please do not read forward if you are easily squeamish.
( send me ‘ 🔴 ’ to generate a bloody scenario between our muses. feel free to specify a number if you’d like. inspo. )
your muse wiping/licking blood from my muses lips.
my muse wiping/licking blood from your muses lips.
our muses cleaning up blood together from a kill.
my muse applying pressure your muses bleeding wound.
your muse applying pressure to my muses bleeding wound.
our muses stumbling upon a blood trail together.
our muses sharing a kiss that accidentally draws blood.
my/your muse sinking their teeth/fangs into my/your muses neck.
your muse catching my muse drinking blood.
my muse catching your muse drinking blood.
your muse helping my muse clean blood off of them.
my muse helping your muse clean blood off of them.
our muses sleeping together in their victims bloody sheets.
our muses having/sharing a blood bath/shower together.
our muses looking to the sky as it rains blood.
my muse accidentally biting yours too hard, drawing blood.
your muse accidentally biting my muse too hard, drawing blood.
my muse licking blood off your muses finger.
your muse licking blood off my muses finger.
my/your muse pleading for no more blood shed from my/your muse.
How to be Buffy Summers — A Slayer How-To Guide: Tips, tricks and wood chips.
PREFACE: So you want to be the Slayer, huh? Well, newsflash. Everyone wants to be the hero. In the movies, it is flashy and cool. Well, here is a newsflash. Slaying isn’t exactly glam-o-rama. The movies really pump up the whole what it is like to be a hero, and let me tell you, it isn’t as cute.
Disclaimer: You might have heard a lot from the fang-population. They like to spread their gossip faster than a bunch of ladies sipping their afternoon tea. I’m here to clear the rumours and give you the insiders scoop.
I am more than just the Slayer. I am also Buffy. They go hand in hand like…. Hands going in hand. I like my weapons as much as I love a good sale. There’s nothing wrong with liking pink, dressing cute and also being able to kick some major ass, and trust me, if you ever doubt it, I can show you what a Slayer really is.
TIPS, TRICKS AND WOODCHIPS
1. There is nothing fashionable about eye bags. Concealer is your best friend.
Patrol usually ends around 3 a.m, if the vampires aren’t biting much. If I am lucky, I get about four hours of sleep a night, and if I am even luckier those four hours are free of nightmares or weird, cryptic-y apocalyptic messages. Most of the time, I am not, and my dreams aren’t steamy with Swayze but the uglies, but we never go past second base because they always seem to die when they try to handle my stake.
Those sleepless nights are going to make you want to wear a caffeine drip. Speaking of, coffee will be your other best friend. Thank me later.
Oh, and you’re also going to need a concealer for the bruises. Trust me on this, you’re going to find bruises in places you didn’t even know you could have bruises. Those rough tumbles aren’t without consequence. Sure, they’ll go away in a bit, but in the meantime, do what Elsa said. Conceal, don’t feel. Cover it with translucent powder to really set it in and don’t forget to colour correct! This works for both bruises and for those vampire bites. Totally hickey-proof.
2. Sisterly duties.
Make sure Dawn is up for the school day. I used to get up much easier, in my opinion. Also, remember to pack a stake in her lunch and some holy water, just in case. You never know when she is going to need them considering she has a habit of getting kidnapped every other Tuesday. Replenish the supply every so often and get your witchy best friend to put in protection trinkets that you can slip into her backpack.
IMPORTANT: When it comes to her safety, nothing is off limits, at all. Monsters will play dirty if they have to, and the ones closest to you are the most susceptible. It’s a hard knock life.
3. Because this gig isn’t really big on the paying front, you also need a day job. Glamorous.
Remember that thing about how being a superhero isn’t like how it is in the movies. I was being dead serious about that. There isn’t a batmobile or really cool headquarters, unless you want to count the Magic Shop, and oh, that thing about getting paid? Hah. Yeah, you’re not really going to be rolling in the dough unless it is cookie dough. It is a whole, long-winded thing, so just make sure you have some resistance to temptation when you see a really, really good shoe sale. I am talkin’ goes with everything, cute but also practical heel. Don’t do it.
You might have to play pool shark, might need to flip some burgers and learn how to give your Buffy best smile while being dead inside, or you might need to bust an undercover demon black market. Get creative. Just don’t rob a bank. Morals still apply, you know.
TIP: Having a boyfriend who is good at forging credit cards is really helpful. Though, sometimes, he gets too crafty with the aliases.
4. Unchipped manicures? Puh-lease.
I’m going to give it to you straight, so it doesn’t get hard later on. You know that feeling of freshly painted nails? Don’t get used to it. There has yet to be a patrol that I go on that doesn’t end up with me chipping my polish.You’d think someone would get into the market for this stuff and break the bank, but nope. Well, considering I would probably be their only customer... Don’t even think about acrylics, who has the time and also, not great for grip. Gel? You’d think it would hold, but let me tell you, not even the best formula can stand against the roughest of tumbles.
Having pretty, polished nails was nice while it lasted. That isn’t to say I don’t do my nails, now, because I do. I’m not letting fangs take that away from me. They already took away my sleep.
5. Healing.
So, right about now, you might be starting to realize that being a superhero isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. So, let me throw in a decent thing. This isn’t to get recruits or anything. This job position is filled until further notice (or until I get the axe.) One of the good things about the gig is that you heal faster. That isn’t to say you don’t get hurt, because oh boy, do you get hurt. The pain aspect is still there, but you’ll heal a broken bone in days compared to weeks only to break it again. I’ve made with the stabby, and gotten out of the hospital the same night because I was healing quickly. Other than the limping, the bruises that go away in a day or two and the scars are barely there scars, you’re golden.
But that doesn’t mean that I am invincible.
If Slayers were invincible, I wouldn’t be here.
I still have my scars (the ones that can be seen) on my neck. From the Master, from Angel and those couple rounds with Dracula that I went, but that’s for another time. The naked eye can’t really see them, but get me under some great selfie taking lighting and it's there, just a sheen paler than my skin tone.
TIP: If you are trying to hide fresh ones, try scarves. Fashionable, but practical. Ascots if you’re into looking like Fred Jones, hubba hubba.
6. The weapon of the tongue. No, not that weapon.
Anyone can learn high kicks and how to throw a punch. Well, most anyone, anyways. But if you really want to know the inner workings of how to be Buffy, try me on for size. I only come in a small, though. When I do my rounds, I like to provide a double feature slayer combo, you know? Throw in a pun or two between my punches, give them a real show. You know why? It gets them going. It drives them crazy, and they get angry. That anger helps fuel the whole show. Also, I am great at talking circles, so sometimes, you just keep going and going and watch their undead brains try to scramble it together, and while they are doing that?
PRESTO-POOF-O.
It really is a Buffy skill, even if Giles doesn’t think so.
Well, except when it gets me in trouble because part of being me is realizing that my mouth speaks faster than my brain tends to comprehend and then it just becomes a whole intangible tangent that really shouldn’t even be called a tangent, because really, who---
7. Sacrificing fashion for slayage.
This one hurts me to write. This one hurts me because it is still something I struggle with, but what can I say? I’m a lifelong learner, dedicated to becoming the best. Nerd alert. There was a time when I used to dress cute. You know, the minis and the halters? The to-die-for booties? Well, guess what? Long gone are those days. Now, I aim for pr… for… prac… for practical. Sorry, it is still a touchy thing.
That doesn’t mean you still can’t dress cute, because you totally can. Have I given up my style? Nope, not a chance, and hey, sometimes my halters still see the life of patrol because I believe when we look and feel our best, we slay the best (Can I get an amen?) I wear booties all the time, but it’s because I know how to run in heels.
Body con dresses and tight skirts? Save them for a day you aren’t slaying, because otherwise, you’ll be sitting in a bank and suddenly be faced with a bank-robbing demon and you’ll have to slit your favorite pencil skirt with shears so you have enough leg room to fly-kick that ugly.
That was a nice skirt, it was.
8. Accessorizing is important.
It is no secret that accessorizing can make an outfit go from nay to yay. Come on, that is a given. But, being the Slayer, there are some accessories I have to make sure that I am wearing at all times. Keeping a cross on you all the time would be too bulky, and it isn’t for the religious aspect of things, so what do I do? Cross necklaces, chokers, rings or little dangly earrings can be the perfect way of making a vampire weak in the knees. Also, punching with rings really hits differently. For them, not me.
Keep some scarves on you, too, because well, it isn’t any of my business what happens to your necks, fangy or not.
TIP: Scrunchies? Make great face flingers if you need a real quick distraction to get out of a fangy situation. Just some tricks of the trade, you are welcome.
9. That appetite.
Let’s get personal, here. You think that you’re going to do all that cardio and vamp-ass slayage and not feel like you could eat a horse? Oh, it’s bad. Sometimes, the first thing I do when I am done patrol is hit whatever place is open or go straight for the fridge. It’s never cravings for a salad, either, nope. It’s 3 a.m, and all you want is a stack of double chocolate chip pancakes, some sunny side up eggs, hash and extra greased up bacon, maybe even some triple scoop chocolate shakes.
Dawn says she always feels like she is interrupting the fridge and I when she walks in on us, because my head is just always sticking inside it, but what do kids know, huh?
Also… there is another kind of appetite. This is why this book isn’t in the kids section. We’re all grown ups here. Sometimes, all you need is to get rid of that tickle that seems to always find a place. It’s explosive until you give in and have to do something about it. It’s kind of why I prefer solo-slaying, it gets real intimate.
A low-fat yogurt does the trick, too.
10. Weapons, ooh.
So, we talked about the power of words, but here comes the good stuff. Let me tell you, nothing feels good as the first poof after a freshly shaven stake. I never thought I would ever admit to that, but here we are. It is important to always keep your weapons ready to fight like it was the end of the world, because most times? It is.
Try to keep a knife in your boots. Pockets are important because you can slip in stakes discreetly enough, but don’t make them too bulky. Keep important spells on your phone because you’re not carrying around books everywhere you go. Never forget your phone, your gloss, crosses and holy water. You know, the essentials.
My favourite weapon? My precious baby. My scythe. It looks sweet and is just as killer. I like it for its double functionality because it does both the beheading mucho smoothly and the point of the stake? Talk about hot.
…. Yes, we all get attached to our weapons.
As for guns, they are still pointless.
Keep your weapons hidden. Somewhere they won’t be found. I went through storing them in places I knew my mom wouldn’t bother looking (crosses and holy water vials between the bookshelves, stakes in the closet…) Maybe build a trunk for it, for all your storage needs. This is where I plug Xander Harris. He built me a beautiful trunk on my 21st birthday. Give him a call.
11. Do NOT sleep with vampires.
So, here’s the thing. I don’t want to be a hypocrite but, sometimes, I just have to say it. Do not sleep with the enemy. Here’s the thing. I get it. I know. There’s this whole mysterious aspect to it, and sometimes at the end of it all, you just want to knock your boots with someone, BUT DO NOT SLEEP WITH THE UNDEAD. It never works out good for anyone. There are too many complications, like the loss of souls and dignity. The only shaft they should be getting worked is the stake.
There are plenty of living, breathing, normal human fish in the sea.
Seriously, screw vampires. By that, I mean don’t.
This message was brought to you in part by the Learn from Buffy’s Mistakes Association, because clearly she never did.
12. Don’t let it turn you into stone.
I’m going to get real with you. Being the Slayer… it is so easy to cut yourself off. From the world and everyone around you, because you think that it is easier that way. That it’ll hurt less if you keep this unbudging wall between you and the people you care about. Somewhere along the way, the hard heartens from all the losses that turn you into a ghost of who you were. Somewhere along the way, you stop wearing your heart on your sleeve because you’re not that innocent or naive girl anymore.
Being the slayer… it makes me different. It makes me different in a way that I don’t think anyone will ever truly understand, even when they say they do. I’m not saying that because I think highly of myself or I am trying to keep people at bay. It is just the way it is. This is a fight that belongs to the Chosen One, even when she didn’t ask to be Chosen.
It is about trying to find that balance. For a long time, I cut myself off, and sometimes I still find myself having a hard time letting other people in because I tend to swallow in myself when things get hard. I don’t like putting that on other people… they deal with enough just by slayer association. Now, I try.
I try to embrace the way my emotions give me power, the way they make me feel, even when I feel the most vulnerable - even more than I am mid-battle.
13. Don’t fight it, just accept it. - stop being so hard on yourself, you’re one girl.
One girl in all the world...
I used to hate it. I used to despise Destiny and wanted to give it the finger. For a long time, I hated this life. Hell, there are still times when I wish I wasn’t ‘the One.’ Being the one sucks, sometimes. The losses, the sacrifices, the constant worrying about everyone around you?
It hits harder when I think about the ones I couldn’t save. Yeah, I saved a bunch of people, but what about the ones I couldn’t? That is on me and only me. This is the heavy, so-not-star spangled stuff that sleeps with me every night. The guilt. The could-haves, the should-haves…
I have grown from not accepting this role to embracing what I bring as the Slayer. I know I am damn good at it, total humble-brag. Hey, longest lived for a reason, okay. My stats are impressive.
Sure, there are days where my bones are downright tired. There’s an ache I can’t really explain, and hurt that never goes away and sits in my chest. I have to remind myself that if it is not me, then it is some other girl and I want to save that girl and have her live a normal life for just a little bit longer, you know? She might have something important to get to. She might be Dawn’s age. I could never do that to her.
Every day, I am doing the best I can. There’s only me, and sometimes, only me needs to cut herself a break. Just like most everyone needs to cut themselves a break, sometimes. Have a break, have a Kit-Kat.
*** BONUS TIP: Practice safe necks. Just, please, people. We live in Sunnydale, this should be obvious. Don’t give into Sunnydale Syndrome, have a little awareness.*
CONCLUSION: There you have it, folks. A little intel about the oh so (not) glamorous life of a Slayer. Not coming to a theatre nowhere near you because books on my life are enough, thank you very much. If you have any questions, please contact your local library or that idiot named Carver Edlund. Spam him, spam him good, maybe even send him some hate-mail while you are at it.
END NOTE: If Giles finds this, I repeat, I did not write this. This was written by someone else who knows way too much about me. Probably Dawn because she reads my diary all the time.
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