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spuffy prompt submitted by coalitiongirl
Oops this is super sloppy~
But anyway, Spike’s lighter just…winds up in Buffy’s jacket after Wrecked? Color me dubious. What happened there?
The second she had seen him come through the door, Buffy had checked the lighter in her pocket. Still there. And she hoped it didn’t show through her tight jeans. The closer he got, the most uncomfortable she felt. Not that she didn’t trust herself around him anymore, but he had this catlike walk and this smell that just made it impossible to resist him. And now he was touching her. How did he cross the room to her so fast? He was at the door one second ago. Vampire.
She forced herself to focus on that. Spike was a vampire, she couldn’t be attracted to him and let herself fall in the same kind of destructive relationship all over again. But it was hard to focus when his hand was sliding down her body and caressing her… private parts.
First thing he thought when he entered the house, sadly, not Buffy. Not on fire? Good. Now, focusing on Buffy. And there she was. Not alone. But Willow mumbled some excuse to go upstairs which he didn’t really listen because he was watching Buffy. She looked worried for a second, he wasn’t sure why. She was reaching for something in her pocket. For a second he thought she would draw out of stake, but she relaxed instantly.
‘Lame’, she’d said. Oh, yeah? In a second he was an inch away from her. His face, his mouth, so close to hers, her scent intoxicating. She could only try to resist him. When his hand ran down her body he noticed a very familiar shape popping from her jeans.
‘Might wanna take these, too’. After a punch in the face, Spike just lay on the floor, resigned. He let her go. What he didn’t notice, as he sighed and dropped his head to the floor and looked at the ceiling, was Buffy’s hand reaching into his duster.
‘It was on the floor a-and I picked it up so that you wouldn’t lose it, put it in my pocket and I just… forgot…’
That was her version.
It would do for now. Some business for later, he thought. Matter at hand, touch her. Everywhere he could.
spuffy prompt submitted by spuffysexual
Why did Spike show up on stage at Buffy’s prom… with a guitar?
Tonight was just… horrible. It was even worse than that, but Buffy was too upset to think of a better words. She’d assumed that he would come. And a long time ago, Principal Flutie told her what would happen when people assumed. It makes an a-s-s out of you and me. Get it? It’s funny, right? You know what’s not funny? How there’s blood all over… An ass indeed. He didn’t owe her. He didn’t have to come. Shouldn’t, really, after the way she’d been acting. But he always did, so she’d assumed… And now she was standing in front of the punch fountain trying to ignore all the happy couples and teenage melodrama about who was dancing with who and who had come with her and was he really wearing that. Buffy wanted to scream. No, she didn’t. Buffy didn’t want anymore attention. She wanted to be worried about who was wearing what not maybe there was another hellhound she hadn’t caught and maybe there was a vampire killing people out there and maybe she should just go.
It’s not like he was coming. And though Buffy had told herself she was there to be a normal teenage, to experience Prom, that holy grail of all teenage movies. But she’d thought if she invited him, as a friend of course, she could have a dance, just one dance, with the almost-man she’d loved for one- no it was two years now, almost to the date. He’d showed up three years ago and she hated him. Really, she did. He acted like he was God’s gift to everyone and always knew better. He didn’t walk, he strutted. And he gave everyone these stupid nicknames that didn’t even make sense anyway, and who did he even think he was giving her friends nicknames like he’d known forever. But he ‘helped’ them and Giles said they needed all the help they could get so she patrolled with him every night.
Then one night he brushed her hair back after teaching her a particularly complicated move and her whole body was on fire and Buffy decided maybe, just maybe, she didn’t hate him at all. And while he didn’t hate her, Buffy was just a girl , a young naive girl, as he told her as often and as colorfully as he could, and she knew he would never feel about her like she felt about him. But she got through her senior year by promising herself that she could forget about him if they just had one dance and then she could go to college and hook up with all these cool guys and who would be jealous then?
So here Buffy was by the punch fountain, having already turned down three offers to dance. She sighed and put down her cup of horrible punch. Everything was horrible tonight. Her hair was horrible and who thought it was a good idea to wear this horrible dress and everything was HORRIBLE. Buffy turned around just as a new song was starting and hoped to leave before all the couples got coupley and people would notice her very obvious aloneness.
“This one is for a very special lady!” A voice for the stage boomed. Great. Another reminder of how much she was very much without that special guy.
“The song is my very own composition,” the voice yelled out. Hmmm. That sounded like a very British voice.
“It’s called The Man Slayer.” If Buffy had turned around any faster, her eyes would have flown out of sockets. He was here. HE WAS HERE. And he had a guitar and was playing a song, a song for HER. With the cheesiest title ever. Maybe he thought of her that way too.
Buffy smiled. This might actually be better than that dance she’d been hoping for. But maybe they could still fit that in later.
spuffy prompt submitted by spuffysexual
Why did Spike show up on stage at Buffy's prom... with a guitar?
New members added to the blog roll!
Welcome Dark Kitty and Glass Eye.
Also Liz the Spanker is now Liz the Warrior Princess.
spuffy prompt submitted by misskittyspuffy
I already did something similar by the past, but the art itself is different. I always pictured Buffy and Spike with a daughter (and her name would be Anne, simply because it was Spike’s mother name and it’s the middle name of Buffy ; how cliché, I know :P). I would love to write a fanfiction about it, but my proficiency of English isn’t enough elaborate for allowing me to do it. Anyway, considering the last events in the comics, I want to see that kind of thing even more :) Knowing the Buffyverse, they probably would go through a lot of difficulties, but I’m sure they would be wonderful parents.
It’s much too late at night to write fic, but I just went through the tag and saw this, soo word vomit time!
(Season Six, probably a bit after Doublemeat Palace)
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spuffy prompt submitted by coalitiongirl
“I don’t need your pity, Slayer.”
‘What are you trying to do?’ she said, as she helped him back up on his feet. ‘I leave you one second and you try to kill yourself?’.
‘Oh, don’t act like you care. I’m a vampire, right? I’m supposed to be evil. And I can’t even be that anymore. I’m just useless either way. Even fail at dying.’
Buffy looked at him for a second and he wasn’t quite sure what her expression was. She must think I’m bloody lame, he supposed. She worried just out of pity because he was harmless now. But then she spoke, her voice only a whisper at first:
‘That’s really all you think you are…’
‘Slayer, don’t-’
‘Don’t you think that if I thought you were useless I would have staked you myself?’ she was yelling now. ‘If you’re really just all about the kill, then I was wrong all along about you. I thought you were stronger than that and I’m not just talking about the muscles.’
Spike was speechless. Was he really hearing her say those things or was he already in hell and this was some kind of hallucination designed to torment him. And if it was, it was working. Damn, it was working. How could she make him feel bad about trying to end his pointless life? How could she care?
‘You can do so much more. Maybe you could do good. Fight by my side.’
‘Buffy, I can’t even harm a demon-’
‘Who told you? Did you try? No, all you do is sit back moping around. That’s not the Spike I know. That’s not the Spike I believe in.’
She’d said everything without taking a breath. It all came out of her mouth before she could even think about what she was saying. A tear fell from her eye and, as she realized what she’d just done, she wiped it away. She couldn’t let him see her tears. She couldn’t care for him. Had it been any other vampire, she would have offered to help him out. But it wasn’t. It was Spike. She knew him. She’d seen him be good. Or as much as he would allow himself to be. And she couldn’t let him end his life.
Spike noticed a tear falling on her cheek and Buffy trying to hide it. He wouldn’t point it out. He knew she couldn’t let herself show any kind of feeling towards him. But it was there. What was it exactly? He would never know. Wouldn’t ask. All there was to it is that by trying to hurt himself, he’d hurt her. He closed his eyes at that thought.
‘I’m sorry’, he said, breaking the heavy silence that had fallen between them. He took a few steps towards her and reached for her arm to touch her, but retracted instantly. Too much, too soon. Don’t rush anything. Let her take that in. He went back to sit on the couch and his head fell in his hands. She was hurt because he tried to kill himself. He thought he was useless but she believed otherwise. She believed in him. When did that happen?
Spike felt a hand warming his shoulder and he looked up when Buffy sat next to him. He put his hand on hers and looked into her eyes. Then he noticed the scar on her face. ‘You’re hurt’, he said.
She looked away. ‘No. I’m not. I just… said that because… you’re stupid.’
He didn’t say anything. Just smiled and touched her cheek. She blushed. ‘Oh. Uh. A fight. Vampire. No biggie.’
His hand fell on his lap and hers followed. They stayed there a little while. Letting silence fill the room. But this time it was welcome. There was nothing else to say. She believed in him. They both knew that now. And he wouldn’t let her down anymore.
spuffy prompt submitted by onegirlinalltheworld
I don't know if this will work as a prompt for anyone else, but I sort of had an idea of what I wanted to write and went with it, haha. My ficlet is under the cut!
spuffy prompt submitted by coalitiongirl
"I don't need your pity, Slayer."
spuffy prompt submitted by coalitiongirl
Oops this is super sloppy~
But anyway, Spike's lighter just...winds up in Buffy's jacket after Wrecked? Color me dubious. What happened there?
spuffy prompt submitted by misskittyspuffy
I already did something similar by the past, but the art itself is different. I always pictured Buffy and Spike with a daughter (and her name would be Anne, simply because it was Spike's mother name and it's the middle name of Buffy ; how cliché, I know :P). I would love to write a fanfiction about it, but my proficiency of English isn't enough elaborate for allowing me to do it. Anyway, considering the last events in the comics, I want to see that kind of thing even more :) Knowing the Buffyverse, they probably would go through a lot of difficulties, but I'm sure they would be wonderful parents.
YAY NEW PROJECT
Spuffy Mafiosi, we're going to start our next project- spuffy prompt! Hopefully this project will appeal to many, especially you literary types. Here's what you need to do:
Create a graphic! Any kind of graphic- we don't discriminate :D Just make it something which you think could serve as a prompt for a fic
Write a fic/drabble to go with your graphic. Or not! It's entirely up to you. If you submit a graphic without a fic, this will allow other members to reblog your art with a fic of their own, PERPETUATING THE FUN!!!!
Don't be shy! Remember, this is an open and loving mafia! We run on submissions and we'll take them from anyone. Please join in on the spuffy-lovin' fun!
Looking forward to your creations :D
Attention Spuffy Mafia!
The spuffy manip project has been dead for about two weeks. Thanks to everybody who submitted! Remember, anyone is welcome to submit to these projects.
So it's about time for another project. We are open to suggestions! What do yous guys want to do next?
spuffy manip submitted by coalitiongirl
Spike and Buffy as characters in Game of Thrones! Buffy thinks that the accepted dress code is stupid, but at least she was able to persuade Spike that wearing a shirt is totally unnecessary if you don't have body heat. Spike is just happy about his new dragon and also what just happened behind that tree.
I drew this all by myself! Loljk it's from here.
spuffy manip submitted by superfluouswheel
Buffy and Spike as Buffy and Pike?
And for those of you who are fans of the Buffy/Pike ship from the BTVS movie, there is an easter egg hidden somewhere in the Spuffy Mafia. :D Happy hunting!
spuffy manip submitted by superfluouswheel
Pride and Prejudice gets spuffied
Fitzwilliam "William The Bloody" Darcy and Elizabeth "Buffy" Bennet
spuffy manip created by superfluouswheel
Shrek!Spike photobombing Fiona!Buffy's dramatic warrior pose