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Has Mark never had to remove an object from a wound before he healed it? Why the hell is he trying to heal Kla while the metal pipe is still inside of him? Ain't this hoe 200 years old?

What'd he think was gonna happen? The pipe would disappear? That Kla's body would break the bitch in half while it was being healed?

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Okay... I'm so sorry for how late this is @your-lovely-bird !!! At first, I was trying to write a little every day and then my mom had a seizure (she's okay), and work was getting busy (I work at a distribution center warehouse), and as a kid, my brain decided my coping mechanism for anything was sleeping, so that's what I've mostly been doing. Again, I'm so sorry how long this took! I hope it was at least a little worth the wait! The ask: Queer Platonic Buffy The Vampire Slayer with Buffy, Willow and Tara. Buffy has been sleeping (just sleeping!) with both Willow and Tara in their bed for over a week now and Buffy has no idea how she's going to be able go back to sleeping by herself because sleeping with them has been the most restful sleep she's had in years.

Buffy has been sleeping- and she means sleeping in the literal sense, thank you- with both Willow and Tara in their bed for over a week now, and Buffy has no idea how she's going to be able go back to sleeping by herself because sleeping with them has been the most restful sleep she's had in years.

She doesn't even know why she started this, really. All she really remembers is talking to the two witches after defeating the 'demon of the week' and finding herself laying in their bed as their getting ready to sleep. Her eyes were droopy, barely able to keep them open, and she felt so tired. 

She almost made herself walk to her own room. Because she has her own bed, she shouldn't take theirs. They'll surely want it all to themselves, especially with how tiring today went. But right as she was gearing up to actually move, Tara came over with a makeup wipe and began to gently wipe Buffy's face for her. 

"Oh, sweetie, you're exhausted. Why don't you sleep here?" Tara had the softest voice she'd ever heard. 

After Tara had gotten most of the blood off, Willow had seemingly teleported from across the room to be on the other side of her. Well, she hadn't actually teleported, there was no reason too, but Buffy was so relaxed she didn't hear Willow's footsteps. The red head reached for the blood-covered over shirt Buffy had been wearing with the clear intention of helping take it off.

"Yeah, none of that pesky walking needed." Willow then made good on her intention, leaving Buffy in the blue tank top she wore under her shirt that day. "Or even moving for that matter." 

Normally, Buffy would've refused. Or even asked an "Are you sure?" But that night, she didn't even feel like she had the energy to speak. Buffy simply grunted as thanks and got comfortable. She was out with the light.

When she woke up, she found herself inbetween the two girlfriends. Tara had an arm loosely wrapped around her, hugging her from behind. Willow was holding Tara’s hand that was on Buffy’s waist, head in the blonde’s hair, as Buffy was cuddled into Willow’s chest. The three were a bundle of body parts, and if someone were to see them, they probably wouldn’t be able to tell which limb belonged to who. 

At first, Buffy almost panicked. What if Tara saw how Buffy was all cozy with her sweetheart and decided she was trying to make a move on her girlfriend? Or if Willow thought Buffy was now into red-headed witches and got all distance-y? Or what if they thought she was selfish for not sleeping in her own bed? 

Then she remembered that they did say she should sleep here. They even helped her get the demon guts covered clothes off her, so this had to be okay! 

Besides, she felt so comfortable and safe in their bed with them. She didn’t even have a nightmare, Buffy realized, she couldn’t remember the last time she got a full night’s rest. Something this peaceful can’t be wrong, can it? 

When Willow and Tara finally did wake up, they weren’t distance-y or jealous at all. They acted like it was a completely normal thing for Buffy to be there when they woke up. Maybe it could be, Buffy hoped.

And it was- it is.

Over a week, and they still haven’t kicked Buffy out, like she thought they would have by now. She doesn’t even really mean to keep coming back, but every morning she finds herself somewhere in the cuddle pile that happens on Willow and Tara’s bed- that definitely wasn’t made for three.

She knows it’s not exactly normal for her to sleep in a bed with her best friend and her close friend, who just so happens to be her best friend's girlfriend. However, she can’t help it. It’s like they’re using some witchy magic to keep her coming back. Why they’d do that, she’s not much with the knowledge on that. 

She’s found herself holding Willow’s hand- and even Tara’s, occasionally- more like they used to. Buffy and Willow had stopped doing that sometime in college, around the time the redhead found Tara. It wasn’t exactly conscience on her part, but they slowly grew out of it.

Guess they grew back down to it, Buffy thinks.

She’s also noticed- she’s all with the noticing, this one- that anytime she and one or both of the two are in the same room, she tends to gravitate more to them. She seems to have some sort of gravitational thingy that makes her, either quickly or slowly, make her way right next to them. She finds herself feeling less hair pull-y that way.

And their hugs- oh god their hugs. 

It doesn’t even have to be a full hug either, one witch could just be resting their arms around her, and she’d simply turn into putty. Or, as putty as she could get, being the slayer and all. 

They hug differently, too. Willow’s hugs are sturdy, and she always squeezes just the right amount to ground her when she gets too spacey and fake feeling. She wraps her arms around Buffy completely, letting her know she doesn’t have to always be the one in charge, leading. At least not with her. Not with Willow. Because Willow is always ready to take some of that weight on her shoulders. Has been, ever since high school.

Tara’s hugs are much softer than Willow's, but no less comforting. No less ready to step in when she’s needed or wanted. Tara’s hugs are like embarrassing a sentient teddy bear; she rests her hands on Buffy’s shoulder blades and lays her cheek on Buffy’s head and let’s her take as long as she wants, just holding on to her. Though Tara’s hugs are better than Mr. Gordo’s ever were.

Neither witch ever lets go of their hugs first, either. As if they know she’ll go into overthinking mode and swirl so hard she convinces herself into thinking the two hate how clingy she’s gotten. Or well, they definitely know, unfortunately.

Buffy thinks her favorite thing the three have started doing are the little chaste kisses they like to give each other. Not on the lips, just mostly on the head- either the top of it or the fore- but they make her feel loved. More than she has in a while. Like they have this thing only the three of them are allowed to have with each other.

The little giftings of the lips used to only really happen during or after particularly emotional moments. It was Willow who started it, after Buffy had come crying to them the first time, having an awful depressive episode about her time in heaven. Once she and Tara had been able to talk her back to them a little, she had pretty dramatically smacked a big, loud kiss on Buffy’s forehead to emphasize “how huge she loves her.” It had gotten a small giggle and a quick quip from Buffy, and the three lay down on the bed, slayer in the middle, of course, and conversed themselves into sleep land.

Then, two weeks later, after making special star-shaped pancakes to wish Dawn luck on her English test, and kissing her girlfriend bye, Tara kissed Buffy on the head with a, “I’ll see you later, honey.” Before Buffy could react, Tara was out the door. The witch never saw Buffy’s small smile once she finally processed what happened. But Willow did, and suddenly they all three were using kisses as a way to say goodbye.

They also use kisses to say hello now, too. Because a week after they started doing them as a goodbye, Buffy was at The Magic Shop. She was talking to Giles about a demon she’d seen acting weird while she was on patrol the night before, since it had gotten away. Towards the end of the conversation, Buffy heard the bell above the door ding. Seeing as it was Tara and Willow, Buffy smiled and greeted them with a small wave and a “hey!” 

Buffy had expected a similar greeting from them in return. That’s not what she got, though, as Tara and Willow- hand in hand, might she add- walked over to her and laid two kisses on both her temples at the same time. Buffy remembers Tara looking shy, but all smiles, and Willow looking so proud of herself. Buffy’s so sure Willow came up with the idea, determined to show their love for her after they took her out of heaven. She’d been trying so hard to make Earth not so much the hell dimension Buffy feels it is sometimes. And she’s succeeding.

Buffy loves the two witches and all their ways so much, whether they’re actually using magic on her or not. But it’s not romantic love, definitely not. She doesn’t want to make out with either of them, or anything. But it’s not like the other love she feels for her other friends. With Tara and Willow, she feels like herself, feels finally at ease. 

Listen, Buffy’s aware of the all too here outcome of people thinking her relationship with the other two is heavy with the weird. She’s seen the confused way Giles looks at them when they do something a little unusual for platonic. Heard the occasional spazzed remarks Xander makes. However, she can’t get herself to care anymore, because she thinks if she were to distance herself from them, she might simply explode from stress. They’re good for her mental health, okay? Sue her.

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Okay, guys... hear me out..

Sieun/Suho/Juntae as one big poly throuple.

Ya know, sort of like this 👇

Without the rivals part.

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My emotional support North and Sonic from season 1 has turned into another emotional distress.

Now I gotta rely on Kim and Kenta to get me through season 2.

If anything bad happens to them, I swear to every god ever believed in. 😐😑😐

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I'm starting My Golden Blood again after taking a break (got into a TV show slump, it was a thing), and I just know if my dumbass was the one with golden blood, the interaction would go something like this:

Vampire: You have what we call Golden Blood™

Me: My blood is red?

Vampire: 🤨

Me: 😐😑😐 ...I think you have the wrong person.

Vampire: 🤦 Never mind, you're totally right. Have a great day.

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I have been begging for more Charlie & Jeff brotherness because I love them and their dynamic, and this is what they give me? Absolute fucking angst is what I get?

I mean... I absolutely loved it, and I'm so excited for the next episode. But, please, gib som fluff 🥺🤲

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Guys.. I just spent the majority of my weekend binging The Villains of Valley View... not only was it cancelled on 2 seasons and a cliffhanger, it's also only got a little over 200 fics on ao3- which is great! But I'll probably have them read in a week. I also now have a new ship that I'll probably be hyperfixated on for a while...

I may need professional help, but I ain't got the money for that, so every person that ever listens to me in my life is promptly fucked.

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Me again!👋

Requesting a little spuffy drabble with,

"I thought that was you."

I struggled a bit with this, but I hope you like it!

“I thought that was you.”

Buffy had been feeling someone following her for a while now. Usually, that would make her on edge, not to mention her Slayer senses that’d be going haywire. But she felt totally at ease with the stalker, and that meant it was one person. 

Said person finally decided to show himself, taking a drag from his cigarette and stopping her in her tracks. “Oh, don’t be humble, love. You knew it was me.”

Buffy crossed her arms, cocking her head to the side. “Oh, I don’t know. Based off the smell, it was either you or one of those gnarl demons.”

Spike’s cigarette drops to the ground as he gapes at her, hand flying to his chest, heartbeat not to be felt. “You take that back! I wash myself regularly, thank you. And with those fancy smelling soaps, I do.”

Buffy simply raises her eyebrows. “Wait, how? You live in a crypt, there’s not exactly any showers built in, let alone running water.”

The vampire’s hand over his chest falls back to its spot hanging next to him, and he shrugs. “I like to use Xander’s when he’s not home. He thinks he’s going crazy with how quickly he’s running out of stuff and how high his water bill has gotten.” His face grew a smirk, just thinking of the emotional turmoil he was causing, and to that bloody Xander no less. “You should’ve seen him yesterday, he was a-” He saw Buffy’s exasperated expression and promptly cut himself off. “It’s just hilarious, alright?”

Buffy shortly chuckled through her nose and walked past Spike, leaving him having to lightly jog to catch up with her.

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for the ask post...

Buffy x Faith

"Is there a reason you're looking at me like that?"

Okay, so... this may have spiraled into 800+ words... oops..

“Is there a reason you’re looking at me like that?” 

Faith was leaning back on Spike’s cot in the basement to get some peace and quiet- well as much peace and quiet as she could get with slayer hearing and a whole softball team of girls upstairs- the box blonde vampire off doing whatever he does when he’s not in the dog shelter that is the Summers’ residence. She was leisurely smoking a cigarette, thinking of random things that popped into her head- wanting any sort of entertainment, even if she had to think of it herself, when Buffy walked down the stairs.

The older Slayer stopped in her tracks at seeing Faith, looking as if she were constipated but trying to hide it. She was no doubt looking for the vampire who actually lives down here.

“Like what?” Buffy questioned, arms crossing in defiance at such a ridiculous question. She was looking at Faith so normal right now. Nothing to see here, no way.

Faith scoffed at her. “Come on, B, I’m not blind. You’ve been looking at me like I’m gonna jump ya or somethin’. We were gettin’ along so well, too.” 

Buffy couldn’t have this conversation right now. At least not with Faith, she was the whole reason she was looking for Spike in the first place. She had to shut this down, and quick. “Just tell me if you’ve seen Spike.”

Faith’s expression immediately became closed off at the lip gloss being smeared all over her questioning. All she’s been trying to do since she’s got here is, at the very least, try to get the scoobies to be a tiny bit friendly with her. She actually didn’t care about Willow and whoever else that follows Buffy around like hungry orphans begging for food. But she figured for Buffy to even give her a sideways glance, she needed the girl’s friends to somewhat like her. And.. okay, maybe she cares a little about the sidekicks. But that’s definitely only because she hasn’t made any friends in prison, alright?

“No, I haven’t seen your boyfriend all day. Or do you two prefer fuck buddies? I can never remember.”

Buffy let’s her arms fall to her side, sighing. “He’s not- we don’t- I don’t like him like that! Why does no one believe me? I like someone else, okay?”

Faith feels her stomach tighten a little, but hides it behind a smirk. “Oh, B’s got a crush? Well, now you’ve gotta let me know!”

Buffy’s constipated look returned as she walked back towards the stairs, “I’ve gotta tell you nothing.”

Faith scoots to sit on the edge of the cot, hurriedly yelling out to stop the other from leaving. “B, wait, please. I need some entertainment here-”

Buffy whirls back to face Faith again, clearly offended. “So I’m just entertainment for you? I mean, I shouldn’t be surprised-”

“B, no, I didn’t mean-”

“Just drop it, okay?” Buffy turned to take the first step up the stairs. 

But Faith couldn’t just let her leave like this. “Buffy, wait. Please?”

The blonde Slayer heard Faith’s small, almost desperate, voice asking for her to stay. She almost started up the stairs anyway, but something stopped her. She didn’t know why, but she had the urge to just let it out. To just tell Faith what she’d been hiding from her, from herself, since before Faith teamed with the mayor. 

So, she placed her foot back on the concrete basement floor next to the other, let her eyes drop with it, and let the giant tree in her fall.

“I like you, is that what you want to hear?” Buffy’s voice was smaller than Faith’s when she asked for her to stay. “That, for some godforsaken reason, the feelings I had for you in high school are still inside of me. That I fell for you, and then before I even had the chance to realize it you betrayed us, betrayed me, and then I-” Buffy stopped, she couldn’t say it. 

She hated that she had stabbed Faith. She always regretted it. Seeing Faith fall, thinking she was dead, was what caused the epiphany that was her feelings for the brunette. 

She really did have a type, didn’t she?

Faith couldn’t see Buffy’s face, but she could hear that she was crying. Throughout the confession, she had been frozen. Still sat at the edge of the damn cot, listening to the one person she had ever wanted more than a one-time fuck from say they felt the sam about her, and she couldn’t get herself to do anything about it. 

Then, she heard Buffy quietly sob, cutting her little monologue off. That got her to move. She stood, quickly made her way across the room, and pulled Buffy’s face in for a kiss.

It wasn’t the smoothest kiss Faith had ever had; teeth clashed together, the kiss wasn’t immediately reciprocated due to Buffy’s shock, and she tasted salty strawberry lip gloss. 

But it was her favorite kiss that she’d ever had.

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I rarely ever write multi-chapter fics, too.

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hey there!

hope this will be a fun exercise to help boost your creative battery<3

how about a little platonic Joyce Summers & Spike with the (okay it's two lol) sentence:

"I can't believe you missed today's episode of Passions. You'll never guess what happened."

This prompt was how I found out Passions was real, and now I wanna watch it. I chose a random episode, went in blind, and I tried. I'm not confident in this, but I hope you like it!

"I can't believe you missed today's episode of Passions. You'll never guess what happened." Joyce handed Spike one of the mugs filled with hot chocolate as she sat down next to him on her couch, both of them turned to each other. Her eyes were wide, facing Spike and collecting all the plot points to tell him about.

Spike, himself, scoffed at the woman's shock. "I know. Damn demons just had to be annoying and wouldn't die in time for me to get back to watch it."

Joyce smiled, always ready to gush about Passions. "Right, well, a lot of last episode bled into this one. Sheridan wanting to figure out her nightmares and Grace trying to get the angel girl to tell her more about who was gonna betray her."

"Right, knew that was coming." The vampire sipped from his mug.

"Listen to this part, though," Joyce laid a hand on the top of Spike's arm. "Ethan found out that Julian wasn't actually his father, but Sam was."

Spike's brows shot up, and he hurriedly moved the arm Joyce wasn't touching so as to not disturb her hand's resting place, and held his mug on his lap. "No."

Joyce nodded. "Yes, and Charity finally went full evil, and tried to kill Tabitha on her way to kill Miguel, and trapped Timmy in doll mode."

Finally, the bleached blonde put his mug on the coffee table and lightly gripped Joyce's hand still on his arm. "Not Timmy! She can mess with anybody but Timmy!"

The woman shook her head, squeezing his arm as if to comfort him. "He's completely frozen."

"I'll find a way to kill her, I will."

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Hi, hello.

I've never really been good at finishing fics (I don't wanna talk about the number of wips or just ideas I have floating around), but I really wanna get back into writing and to at least get to it semi consistently. So, I've been inspired by @pearlypairings and have very sporadically decided to do this little prompt game!

Please send me some asks with whichever characters (however many you want) and the first sentence 😊

(Fandoms I'll write for will be in tags)

write the first sentence of a fic in my inbox and i'll finish the paragraph

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It's funny to me that people will judge fics quality simply based on the website it's on when 1. People cross-post their fics all the time, it's a literal tag on ao3 for it. And 2. There is fics of all different kids of quality on all sites, even ao3. I know the people saying ao3 is their "end all, be all" has read fics that "aren't good" on ao3.

Most people tend to agree that Ao3 is the go-to fanfiction site nowadays, but some of you really need to remember that older fandoms (and fandoms up through the early 2010's even) have a LOT of content on places like FF.net, Livejournal, Wordpress, etc. Some people even still post there and elsewhere exclusively. Like, you're truly missing out in those cases if you think Ao3 is the end all and be all of fandom content. I was still actively using LJ communities to find and share fics until around 2020.

I've even been reading for an old fandom of mine on FF.net this past week. Y'all don't even know. There are literally FAR more fics there than can be found on Ao3 simply because of when this fandom began.

Ao3 is easier to use and superior in almost every way, but too many people think that all "quality" fic or all fic in general is on Ao3 without considering what was available beforehand. Too many people think all fanfiction on fanfiction.net is bad just because it's on fanfiction.net. They don't even think about the older blogging sites.

I'm just saying. Y'all are missing out by not being open to navigating the fandom archives and spaces that dominated before Ao3 got here.

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Fuck you Angel, everything is your fault.

okay, so willow, purposefully killing a person, a shitty villain person, is fine and she is redeemable, she is sent to a nice picturesque british rehab with beautiful nature and somebody she knows which works for her comfort. all is fine, cause it was dark willow! but when faith killed a person accidentally when slaying vampires, she is a rotten and dangerous person and only buffy thinks she needs help and understanding. yep, cool!

so, again, this forgiveness and understanding thing works only when it was their evil alter ego, cause obviuosly they separate them and their normal selves would`ve never done that. definitely know who started this personality separating trend.

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Yall I think I found my first friend via Tumblr

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Kenta staring at the guy shoving a gun in his face (and not said gun) was giving 2 things.

1. "I'd rather die than be used by the peice of shit on an assholes shoe who doesn't even have the power to walk anymore, let alone enough to get me to crawl to his useless feet and kissing them"

And 2. "You think you're the only buff bitch to point a gun at me? You're not even the most intimidating one to do it."

And I honestly loved it.

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You guys ever look up a fandom on ao3 and see that 90-98% of the fics are about the super popular ship in said fandom, and you just

And immediately filtering the ship out. Because, like, yeah, sure, you ship it or whatever... and you enjoy the occasional headcanon or fanart.. but even thinking about spending more than 5 mins thinking about them at any given time sounds exhausting?

Because I have multiple ships I'm like that with.