isn't life horrible?

i think that life is horrible. indie canon mumu. feat. the walking dead, btvs, ats, desperate housewives, tvd, you, & more. nsfw & tw present. 18+ writers only.

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47 for spotify, for a buffy muse?

lover's dearest by mariana's trench: #47 on my spotify top 100.

it was no secret that buffy and faith had an intense and emotionally disastrous history but even through everything that two of them have put each other through, somehow they always found themselves coming back. even during this explosive argument, buffy still found herself wanting to be wrapped in faith's arms. could things ever be civil between the pair of slayers? could they ever find a way to navigate through their differences and embrace them instead of combating? with her back turned to the other, buffy took in a deep breath as she contemplated on how she should approach this situation. she felt her adrenaline running high and she didn't want to spit something out that she'd later find herself regretting. she looks down at the toes of her boots , feeling her eyes well up in pain, ❛ sometimes i wish you would leave me.... ❜

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let’s cuddle rp prompts

send in one of the prompts below for my muse’s response. it’s a mixture of platonic, shippy, and smutty. you may specify intentions if you’d like. please add ‘reverse’ at any time to reverse the roles.

( little spoon ) both muses are cuddling and the receiver ends up being the little spoon

( big spoon ) both muses are cuddling and the receiver ends up being the big spoon

( chest ) sender pulls the receiver into their chest for a hug / cuddle

( crawl ) sender crawls into the receiver’s chest for a hug / cuddle

( behind you ) sender hugs the receiver from behind

( side hug ) sender hugs the receiver from the side

( pillow ) sender lays their head on receiver’s chest

( tears ) sender is crying and ends up being held by the receiver for comfort

( hurt ) sender is hurt and is being comforted by the receiver for comfort

( kiss ) muses are cuddling and begin kissing

( doing it ) muses are cuddling and begin initiating sex

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wickedlehane​:

“C’mon, B. It’s festive. Besides, if you drink it fast enough it doesn’t have time to get all weirdly separated-” Faith slammed her own shot and felt her ears warm as the sharp sensation traveled down her throat. 

The brunette Slayer never really had proper holiday traditions, but this seemed appropriate. Christmas was never really a big deal to her- or rather, she told herself it wasn’t important because she never really got to experience the version of it that everyone loved. But maybe this year could be different.

“You could chase it with a peppermint stick if you want. Ooh, or even better- Peppermint Schnapps, if you’re itchin’ to hit the naughty list before 9pm.”

          buffy shot faith a strange and pointed look but chuckled shortly after when she downed her shot quickly. everyone knew buffy has never been a big drinker, she just never saw the appeal to it but every now and then, something inside her sparks and suddenly she’s having shots with her opposite.

the blonde’s eyebrow raises up at the mention of peppermint.       ❛     peppermint ? i think i’d risk my butt to be on the naughty list if peppermint were involved    ❜    she confessed. after all, she has had a hard week with the new shipment of slayers and her date with principal went rather.... poorly. she’s had a rough week and all around the stress of the holidays!    ❛      another shot of the peppermint kind wouldn’t hurt, right   ?    ❜   or two... yeah, this is definitely all justified. 

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open starter. / buffy summers. | christmas themed: friends, significant other, anyone!

           ❛    eggnog shots ? not my thing    ❜    buffy winced, her whole body shivering from the intense taste of whiskey and eggnog mixed together. what were they thinking? who would actually drink this? and why was she finding herself wanting another?

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spotify wrapped has arrived. send me a number from 1-100 for a starter based on that song, or a lyric from it, or send a 🎁 for me to shuffle.

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hi guys i wanna come back to my canon babies :( would anyone like to plot and write?

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so let’s start with classic dbd ghostface

of course danny johnson, better known as jed olsen. the one the started their little trio of psycho murderers and is the leader.

he’s the smart one of the group, very articulate and a big planner.

he’s strategic and doesn’t like to do things impulsively.

he’s charismatic, charming, and has a kink of taping during sex (oops?)

blaze would be his name. he’s the first friend that joined danny on his little trip

he’s more of the impulsive one, reckless, and hard to control at times.

he has a dark, morbid sense of humor and likes to play with his food before finishing them off which causes a lot of close calls that pisses cyrus off.

he’s super flirty, loves to toy with people’s emotions and enjoys dominating others (oops?)

cyrus is this guy’s name. he’s the second that joined danny’s group.

he’s the stoic, quiet one that has anger issues that lash out into violence but they bubble up over time. i think we can guess on how they end up boiling over.

he tends to be quite picky when it comes to romance or letting someone get close. whenever he’s not wearing his viper mask, he wears a normal face mask to cover his face. he likes the anonymity.

he likes working with danny and blaze but secretly he takes on his own projects as he likes working solo being an introvert. he’s definitely a soft daddy dom that likes to praise (oops?)

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talefaerie​: / angel & connor.

     the smell of caffeine dances in the air and it’s calling him   ,   calling him to down it   ,   or even do what he’s been doing  :    downing it with redbull or a monster to make his extremely healthy heart deteriorate as fast as it could   .    he doesn’t register his father’s question for a moment   ,   dark brows piercing together at the man as if he’s the one delirious   ,   before it clicks  :     “   pink smells like sunshine and barack obama   ,    ”     connor is a straight man but if he had to pick a dude   ,   obama definitely would be it   .     “   if people had a phobia of him it would be called barackophobia   .   ”      

        angel takes a long moment to study his son. he was definitely overworking himself with the excessive amounts of caffeine he was forcing himself to consume. he could tell his kid needed a break --- probably a long one at that. especially after his response which made almost zero sense... though, he could see where he was coming from.    ❝    okay, that’s it, kid   ❞    he decided, standing up and squeezing connor’s shoulder.     ❝    let’s go. we’re going to go grab somethin’ to eat and get your mind off of school for a minute. you need it.    ❞

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faenapped·: / spike & emerson.

          her face is too weary to be cheerful  ,   standing behind the counter in her barista uniform with a matching cap on top of her head   .     “   w-welcome to starbucks   ,   do you want to m-make a donation to the ronald mcdonald foundation f-for one dollar  ?   ”     oh  ,   how she longs for the sweet embrace of death   .

@irreversiblegraves     liked for a starter for spike !

        spike obviously never frequents cafes, let alone a starbucks corporation. he would never be caught dead in one of these --- pun intended. lowkey dive bars and darkened clubs were more of his forte. but, he had heard that someone that he must meet worked here. he wasn’t sure who it was or why he had to meet her so badly. but his curiosity had gotten the best of him. he looked down at the teenager, cocking an eyebrow when he noticed familiar features but he didn’t think too much of it.    ❝     yeah, uh, no thanks, bird. m’ just lookin’ for a girl named emerson.    ❞

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spuffy + parallels → part 2

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battlehymnns·: / blair & nate.·

he seems like a zombie today - catching blair off guard. and when he pops up she almost shrieks, stumbling back a half step in surprise. he never acts like this, but there’s something almost wild in his eyes. as if he can’t stand another minute here. sometimes she felt the same, but then she’d go shopping and it would all be better. she had a feeling that shopping wouldn’t fix nate, however. clutching his hands tightly she tilts her head, wondering at his question. ‘like to europe?’ she asks , confused. ‘we were going to go in the summer remember? after school is out … besides, we have a commitment we can’t just not go.’ 

         nate knew that it was going to take some convincing when it came to blair. unlike himself, blair actually liked her life. the fame, the glamour, the wealth. it was all more than enough for her but it wasn’t for him. he didn’t desire this kind of shallow life. he’d much prefer to live in a smaller home, with a normal job and a boring life with his beautiful, forever wife. he wanted that to be blair. he had nothing against blair. he was IN LOVE with her. that’s why he was wanting to run away with her. they didn’t need all of this. more importantly, he didn’t want any of it. he squeezes her hands in desperation and looks deeply in her eyes, pleading with her in any way that was possible.    ❝    no, not like europe. well, we could. just... i can’t stand it here anymore, blair. just come with me. screw new york. screw our parents. let’s go make our own life. we can change our names and change the narrative. it doesn’t have to be like this. all the pressure to be perfect would be gone and it could just be us....   ❞    he rushed out.

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wickedlehane·: / faith & buffy.

“B, c’mon,” Faith said loudly, settling her chest over the back of a chair as she leaned forward towards the worrywart blonde. “You and I both know how many times we’ve found vampires in here- I’d say it’s almost irresponsible not to check in on all these innocent folks.”

She gestured to the room at large, where people were dancing and totally letting their guard down. Two Slayers here were a warning to any and all demon creeps, and Faith would say they were doing a pretty good job, considering that she admittedly hadn’t seen any vamps tonight. “You got a better idea? Besides, it’s books- shouldn’t Giles and Wesley be looking for them too?”

        buffy laughed softly at faith’s own way of justifying them spending time here at the bronze. buffy couldn’t deny it, faith wasn’t wrong about vampires lurking and preying on innocents. they were completely unaware of the danger that constantly surrounds them. it was their job to protect them, even unknowingly.    ❝    you’re right but... there’s a bigger picture    ❞    she argued but her argument was weak. danger was danger and buffy knew that better than anyone. she sighed deeply, sinking back into her seat and stares off for a moment into the crowd. she didn’t like being defiant towards her watcher. giles was right. those books were important to retrieve back so the mayor didn’t have his evil, meaty hands on themto assist him in his plan.

❝    it just doesn’t feel right, faith...    ❞    she trails off but then her eyes catch a potential predator dancing against a small, brunette woman. she sits up from her seat and perks up, leaning forward to further investigate.    ❝     that... doesn’t look right    ❞    she points out with her eyes.buffy knew that faith would know exactly what she was speaking about.

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wickedlehane·: / faith & willow.

Faith didn’t get why she needed to bring Red along- even without Buffy, she didn’t exactly need the backup, and more importantly, she didn’t want to have to babysit any of the Scoobies. And the way Willow had her work and a little blanket spread out, it looked like she was expecting a late night picnic. Least she could have done was packed some snacks for the Slayer…

“Pretty sure. At least, that’s what I figured from everything Giles and Wes said,” she muttered, practicing one-handed vaults over the sturdier headstones in the cemetery to kill the time and keep her heart rate up. Faith wasn’t wild about the judge-y vibes she was getting. “Why, you got somewhere better to be? I thought homework was s’posed to be done at home.”

       willow didn’t appreciate the sarcasm that was being emitted from the slayer. it’s not like willow wanted to do this. she did this because had asked her to so the relationship between her and faith would be at least friendly and stable. willow understood and as her friend, she would do whatever to make buffy feel more comfortable and happy. it didn’t mean, however, that she was going to enjoy it. willow squinted her eyes at her in response, not humored by her words.    ❝    normally it is but buffy asked me to come with you    ❞    she responded, trying to bite her tongue. there was quite a few things willow wanted to say to the dark slayer but she held herself back.    ❝    i just figured --- while we waited, i could get this assignment done...   the man is taking a lot longer to rise than i planned    ❞    she finished.

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dhampirslays·: / joyce & little joyce.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAzure hues darted to her grandmother’s silhouette, now standing before the coffee table, where they lingered for a moment or two before her shoulders rose and fell in a lazy shrug. What did she want ? She wanted her mother to FINALLY acknowledge her existence. She wanted her to be there so they could spend the holiday together, so she could pretend her family was normal like the rest of her classmate’s. She wanted Buffy to stop projecting that the world was more important than HER. But alas, those weren’t things that Joyce could just magically take out from the Santa Clause sock hanging over the fireplace, so she just tapped her pencil against her drawing notebook before pursing her lips in thought. ❛  I could use some new markers, these ones are almost out of ink. ❜

           joyce could feel that little j wasn’t entirely happy with the situation that was presented to them this holiday. she knew she wanted her mom to be home and there was nothing more that joyce wanted than to have her daughter home as well. there wasn’t much she could do to help that so she was determined to do whatever she could do so she could have a good christmas. she sat down next to her granddaughter and nodded,    ❝    i know you want mom home , sweetie    ❞    she started off.    ❝    you never know, she might be able to come down if things get straightened out down there    ❞   she finished, giving her a small, reassuring smile.

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ONE SCENE PER EPISODE: 1x21 The Battle of New Orleans.

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