#asktherealbuffysummers

[smoakinoverwxtch]

“What about a compromise? I’ll kill them first, and if it turns out they were friendly, I’ll apologize.”

“No killing! We don’t kill around here.”

[glorified-bricklayer]

Mun-fact tag thing.

• WHAT WAS YOUR: Last Beverage: Starbucks Mocha frappuccino Last phone call: my mom Last text message: my mom Last song you listened to: Chanel Five News - Bo Burnham Last time you cried: Today because the future is scary

• HAVE YOU EVER: Dated someone twice: no 
Been cheated on: no Kissed someone and regretted it: no Lost someone special: yes Been depressed: yes Been drunk and threw up:  once (it was horrible and I don't plan to again)

• LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS:   blue, green, yellow

• LAST YEAR, HAVE YOU: Made a new friend: yes Fallen out of love: yes Laughed until you cried: yes Met someone who changed you: no Found out who your true friends are: no? Found out someone was talking about you: no Anyone on your FB friends list?: no?

• GENERAL: How many people on your FB friends list do you know in real life: all except a few

• FIRSTS: First surgery: I was like.. 14 and I got my tousles out. First piercing: ears when I like.. 13 I think (yeah I wasn't allowed to till I was 13?) First best friend: Someone named Jessica. I was pretty close to her but then we started drifting and don't talk anymore. First sport you joined: Bowling. (Though I did like Volleyball till we got a bitch for a coach and I quit) First vacation: Went to Ontario to see family out there when I was 10 First pair of trainers: Trainers? 

• RIGHT NOW: Eating: nothing Drinking: nothing I’m about to: read and go to bed probably Waiting for: nothing

• YOUR FUTURE: Want kids: yes Get married: yeah Career: teachers aid. 

• WHICH IS BETTER: Lips or eyes: eyes Hugs or Kisses: hugs Shorter or Taller: taller Older or younger:  neither Romantic or Spontaneous: both Nice stomach or nice arms: Doesn't matter. Sensitive or Loud: Not sure? Hook-up or relationship: relationship Trouble maker or hesitant: Hesitant 

• HAVE YOU EVER: Kissed a stranger: nope Drank hard liquor: yes Lost glasses/contacts: no Sex on first date: nope (I've never even had a first date) Broke someones heart: Probably not Arrested: no Turned someone down: No Cried when someone died: yes Fallen for a friend: Unfortunately, yes 

•DO YOU BELIEVE IN: Yourself: Not really Miracles: yes Love at first sight: Hell no Heaven: Kind of Santa Claus: no Kiss on the first date: no Angels: Yeah

[notmuchforthetimber]

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Send me a [̲̅♥̲̅] for my Muse to share a very deep, dark secret with yours.

Tara immediately looked away, the fear of letting anyone into one of the things she had held onto for so long enough to make her want to cower. She knew that she trusted Buffy, just as she was sure the Slayer trusted her in every way imaginable. She had been there for her when the uncertainty of whether or not she had been brought back wrong plagued her. 

"I...I..." She stammered, trying desperately to start the sentence. "I...I remember what happened to my Mom..I w-w-was very y-young, when it happened...but...I...I t-think D-Daddy killed her..." 

[crayonbreakybadass]

&- my muse just did something stupid that almost got them killed. yell at them

Send me “&” for my muse’s reaction to yours tracing one of their scars.

Sucking in a small breath as she felt Buffy’s fingertips on the small scar on her lower back, Willow slowly let it out, knowing that the touch was safe. It was a scar that she had told no-one of, the memories of its origin only bringing back more pain from Tara’s death. Closing her eyes, she tried to relax. The spell had taken enough energy out of her that she could scarcely move, and just having Buffy near her made everything better.

[dangerousandcuddly]

How to Kill the Dead | Buffy & Natasha

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Natasha was at home for once. It felt odd to be without work for so long. She was restless, but she had shoved that to the back of her mind for the better part of the evening and had been enjoying the snow. She had gone ice skating, even. Something that she had not done in the longest time. She hummed to herself as she walked home through the park. She could feel someone following her, but she was not incredibly worried about it. She glanced over her shoulder, but saw no one. 'Now that's odd,' Natasha thought to herself. There wasn't much cover in the park this time of year - it was not like anyone could hide from her.

Natasha was not ready for what happened next. She turned her head back forward and there was someone was standing directly in front of her. Too close, in fact. A look of bewilderment crossed her face for a moment. "Where the hell did you come from?" The man just smirked at her. She tilted her head to the side. "Oh so are you just gonna stand there and act all creepy at me? Because I am getting pretty bored of that routine." She faked a yawn. "Now you can either move out of my way or I can move you out of my way." She grinned at him. "Which one is it gonna be?"

He moved quickly, quicker than any human Natasha had ever met, and before she knew it she was on the ground grappling with him. It took her a moment to get her bearings before she managed to reach for a knife and stab him in the neck. He rolled off and Natasha stood up waiting to retrieve her knife when the man grinned at her and stood up. She stared at him, mouth open in shock. No one could lose that much blood and be standing at her looking like that. "What. the hell. are. you?" He pulled the knife out of his neck and tossed it aside, still grinning. "About to have a lot of fun." Natasha dug in her heels and reached into her handbag for her gun. She didn't know what he was, but he wasn't going to let this thing kill her.

[glorified-bricklayer]

Angels Take Sunnydale --closed--

The papers scattered across the table showed both missing persons reports, as well as obituaries. There had been a strange pattern that stuck out between the two. Sure, it seemed like nothing at first, a girl who went to Sunnydale High School went missing and the next day someone by the exact same name had died. The difference? She was 85, not 17.  Every day it seemed more people had vanished, and more people with the same name had died.  

"Charlie Fitz" Xander said out loud "age 27 went missing on Sunday, and Charlie Fitz, age 78 died on Friday."  He had a finger placed on either paper "that makes like what, seven.. er.. fourteen people in ten days with the same name, in the same paper?" He looked up furrowing his brow slightly and turned to Buffy "any luck finding if they are connected in any way yet" he asked.

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River stood behind a crypt, watching the blonde girl fight the vampire and only making herself known once it was dead.                "Just dust now.                     Particles of the dead.          Dead for too long."

[boy-toy-mccoy]

Buffy took a deep breath in a vain attempt to calm herself. This was the first time in years that she's messed up. And boy did she mess up bad. There was blood everywhere and she could hardly walk. She knew she couldn't go home to Dawn looking like this, so she made her way to the hospital, a hand clamped over the wound on her neck. "Can I get some help over here?"

Len looked up from where he was standing doing paperwork and saw the girl standing at the door covered in blood. He rushed over to support her. He picked her up carefully and rushed her to a bed. Once she was laying down he started to assess the situation. “I need you to tell me what happened and where you are hurt.” There was so much blood it was hard to tell wheat was going on so he grabbed some scissors and started to cut her clothing off